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I Was Sodomized, I Am So Happy About It.

I knew about a restroom on the ground floor of a building at Purdue University that was used by men for sex.  I had even sucked some **** there and shot a few loads, myself, down a willing throat or two.  I was feeling froggy one night when I was there, and I checked out the place.  There was a guy in a stall, so I decided to take a risk.  I got into the stall next to him, dropped my pants, and sat down.  The dividers between the stalls only have peepholes, but they were enough for me to see that he was ******* his ****.

He was a medium-skinned black man, looked middle-aged, so he was probably some faculty or townie guy wanting to get some student **** (I’m a townie).  I stroked a bit, myself, and then took a plunge.  I whispered to ask if he wanted to be sucked.  Like lightning, his lower body was under the stall, and I was working a semi-hard, uncut ****.  He already tasted like ***, so he probably had already jerked off or even gotten a ******* from another guy and was being greedy.  That’s cool, I like greedy guys.  They understand how to play the game.

Before we go on, I’ll explain what I call “the game”.  The game has two roles:  Man and *** dumpster.  The man has a ****.  He wants to *** inside a dumpster’s body.  The dumpster wants ***, but he doesn’t want it on him or in a condom.  The dumpster wants to be used, totally and completely.  The man wins if he can *** without touching the dumpster’s ****.  The dumpster wins if he swallows the man’s *** or takes a bareback load.  Bareback loads are a bigger win than swallowing, of course.

So, this guy may have been greedy, which made things easier for me.  I am a *** dumpster.  I adore the role.  It is what I was born to be.  Greedy guys don’t care if I ***, if I get hard, or even if I enjoy myself.  Greedy guys hate condoms.  They just want a warm hole to *** into.  That’s exactly what I want.  My pleasure is his ***.

I started working his semi-hard, ***-smelling ****.  I could tell by my wonderful man’s muffled groans that I was doing something right.  He got hard after a couple of minutes, but I was happy to have to take the time.  When he got hard, I pulled back to jerk his **** and admire it.  The head was out of the foreskin, he had a slight downward curve, and he was just beginning to drip.  I engulfed his **** in my mouth again and started sucking some more.  He was kind and caring enough to begin to **** my face while I sucked him.  This helped more pre-*** fill my mouth, which I swallowed eagerly.

I finally decided to take the plunge and ask him for the ultimate favor and gift.  “Would you please **** me?” is what I said.  This wonderful man, with his hard, dripping ****, made my heart leap when he whispered “Yes.”  He was going to **** me.  I pulled my pants all the way off to I could spread my legs properly.  I wet my fingers and lubed up around my ******* as best I could while turning around.  He had pulled himself more through the space under the divider.  I began to sit down on his ****.

As I knew it would be, it was pure pleasure for me.  It was heaven to feel his head stretching and forcing my *******. Once his head had pushed its way through, he took an easy plunge and got as deep as our angle and the divider would allow.  For a little while, I don’t know how long, he just sat there, with his **** up my ***.

Now, I like getting pounded, but I love it when a man takes my *** like that, penetrating me and then holding it.  It gives me time to think.  It gives me time to realize “I am getting ******.  I am taking his **** bareback.  A guy I have never laid eyes on is putting his **** in my *******, bareback, and he is going to *** inside me, into my bare, unprotected ***.”  A good hard screw is nice, but when I have time to really consider what is happening and what is going to happen to me beforehand, it makes everything even hotter.

Then he started *******.  The angle and the divider meant that all he could do was ****.  He couldn’t jerk me or play with my nipples, which made it all the better for me.  I got exactly what I wanted from this man, I got his **** using me with no attention paid to me.  My ******* was the only thing he touched, and it was his **** that did all the touching. I made sure to **** him back.

I don’t know how long we ******.  But he finally thrust in as deep as he could and held it there—I could feel his *** shooting into me.  He shot at least six times, maybe more, and then held his **** still for a while before pulling out of me.  He pulled himself back under the stall divider, put on his pants, and left, without even a “thanks”. I had just taken a bareback load up my *** from a man I had never seen before and would probably never see again.  He didn’t think I was even worthy of a single word of gratitude for being his sex slave.  A warm glow filled me, a glow of joy and satisfaction.  I sat in the stall for a while to feel the lovely dripping of his *** out of my ******* and glory in the emotional wholeness I felt at that moment.

I want to make one thing totally plain about this experience.  I was not being “bi” or “gay” or anything respectable at all. I was indulging in pure faggotry. I willingly threw away all my dignity and pride to be another man’s ****. I consented of my own free will to be used, totally used, and discarded. I made this consent in the full knowledge of how degrading that is. That was exactly and perfectly what I wanted. I wanted to be a *** dumpster, and I wanted to be used as a pure sex item, just an object for another man’s pleasure. It was my purpose in life at that moment. I existed just to be another man’s sex item, just to serve and please him. It not only pleased me, it made me whole and fulfilled me. His **** was God. It was my duty to worship his **** and not just accept his *** but to adore his ***.  It was my duty and my supreme privilege for his *** to be Communion for me.  His *** was the holiest thing in the universe.  It was the most fulfilling and wonderful thing imaginable to have a bareback ******* up my *** from a man I had never even passed in a hallway before.  I had received the holiest possible Divine gift. His *** was God. I loved the *** he shot into my *** and it was a blessing and my entire purpose in life for my ******* to have been opened to his bare **** and for his *** to shoot directly into my body, entering me totally and without limits. I chose to do this freely and joyfully.  I chose to become nothing more than a way for another man to *** and a permanent receptacle for his *****.  I would choose it again.  Anyone want to help me out?

ArgleBargle ArgleBargle 41-45, M 11 Responses Nov 18, 2009

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Thanks you i feel i need to confess.

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Hawt, I luv totally annon bareback sex and know how U feel exactley. The next best thing to being at a gloryhole and taking annon loads, my purpose in life as well.

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I only wish I could be so lucky to have a big **** squirting in my tight hole.

That is exactly how I feel. I have been ****** many times deep inside my *** and given the supreme gift. I never top. My duty is to please men. I have been doing so since the age of 10. Beautiful, mystical experience.

I would agree with the writer of this story in that i also desire and do serve as a sexual toy for a Master and also for a Mistress. I serve them sexually and as a pain ****. Mistress is more into peversions than is Master and she provides more pain than does master. And while i willingly and gratefully enjoy eating her puss and drinking her **** direct from the faucet i get most satisfaction by providing Master with a deep throat blow job and *** a recepticle for him to ****. This is my place in life. I only wish i had more from both.

I would agree with the writer of this story in that i also desire and do serve as a sexual toy for a Master and also for a Mistress. I serve them sexually and as a pain ****. Mistress is more into peversions than is Master and she provides more pain than does master. And while i willingly and gratefully enjoy eating her puss and drinking her **** direct from the faucet i get most satisfaction by providing Master with a deep throat blow job and *** a recepticle for him to ****. This is my place in life. I only wish i had more from both.

A wonderful story my friend! And I volunteer!

we were friends and about 14 year old.<br />
My friend asked for the game and told me what to do.<br />
He first pulled my nicker and tried to penetrate with the help of saliva. oh its paining and i stood on my feet. then friend asked me to lean and assured not to penetrate. he rubbed rubbed and got ******. it was my turn. he refused to used saliva and penetration but allowed the rubbing. it was amazing and continued this affair for years. ABCD

that was a really hot story. It inspired me to really appreciate the *** that is going to be shot into my ******* later this morning. I love bareback ******* and the feel of hot *** up my lovehole.