Craig's Birthday

I bought the dildo as a prank on Craig's birthday. The box even had a note that said "Think of my dick when you sit on it :D".

At first, he laughed and dropped the gift at his bedroom. He really tried to forget about it. But then he caught himself thinking about how would it feel inside him.

So he dropped his jeans, got some lube and started to finger himself on his bed. He had done it a few times before. It was nice alright. But he still wanted to test the dildo out. So when he got his ass all lubed up, he took the dildo and slowly started to fuck himself.

The dildo was a totally brand new sensation as he was still cherry. A few minutes on it, and he already had precum coming out of his hardon, getting the sheets dirty. Jack arched his back and raised his ass up, begging for more. He started to jerk off as he used the dildo, cumming all over his bed.

Jack was groaning, as he got the dildo out of his ass. He looked at the note that I've sent with the gift, laying on the floor. That's when he had another idea. Jack reached to his phone and sent me a message.

"Dude, come over to my house right fucking now. I need you to give me my real birthday gift--- Your big fat dick as I've realized I have a very hungry pussy."

You Promised

"You promised to honor and obey," he pushed your head into the pillow roughly, "So I don't want any lip, princess."

Mewling, you curled your toes and bit into the pillow. His cock ached as it stretched your pussy open for the first time. It hurt a little, but you didn't want him to stop.

"You made me wait for our honeymoon," he pulled out to the tip, then slammed back inside, "but now I get to break your pussy in."

His balls felt heavy as they slapped into your rear, but somehow the pressure felt incredible. You belonged to your husband now—you needed to learn how to serve him.

"Good girl, open up," he teased, biting your earlobe, "this pussy is never gonna be empty again."

That's A Good Boy". My 200th post

Kenny had been in the shower for forty-five minutes. Try as he might, he could not get the smell of cum off his skin, out of his nose, or out of his tastebuds. He tried to wash his battered asshole in an attempt to get the other boys' cum out of his formerly virgin hole, but it was too tender. He choked back a groan at how much his new pussy hurt. He wanted to cry, but that was the last thing he wanted the other boys to see.

Kenny stood there letting the water run over him. He felt he would never get clean again. How or when the other boys got it in their mind that they could take turns fucking him, he didn’t understand. But they had. Suddenly and without warning. 

The Captain of the football team walked in behind Kenny. He jumped when the older boy placed his hand on Kenny’s shoulder. He had not been present when the other boys took turns turning him into their personal cum dump.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “it will get better with time, you've got to trust me on this one.” Kenny turned surprised by the words of compassion. The older boy was smiling. Not a leer, just a warm smile. 

“I don’t think, I’ll ever forget this,” Kenny said choking back his tears. The sudden act of kindness made him feel even more vulnerable. 

“Oh, you won’t,” the Captain said as he dropped the towel around his waist. His large hand went down in between Kenny’s ass cheeks gripping them firmly and his hard cock brushed against the boy's ass cheeks. 

“It will get better when you get used to us fucking you every time after practice” he said. The words Kenny had thought were compassion were anything but. 

“Now bend over and assume the position like my boy's taught you earlier,” the Captain said. “I didn’t have the pleasure of enjoying your newly cunted pussy.” Kenny stared in disbelief at the Captain. He looked around quickly. Some of boys, ones who had fucked him earlier, were standing in the doorway blocking his escape. 

“I said turn around and assume the position. Spread your legs, and show me that cunt.” The look on the Captain’s face showed that he was serious and determined to enforce his will.

Kenny started crying and turned around putting his hands on the shower wall and spreading his legs for the older stronger boy.  

"Wider, bitchboi. I said I needed to see your pussy and I don't see pussy" he said kicking Kenny's legs apart.  

“That’s a good boy,” the Captain said grabbing Kenny’s waist and shoving his cock deep in the boy’s well-worn cunt. 

“You’ll see,” the Captain said as he began slowly to grind his cock in and out of the boy’s new cunt. 

“It will get better once you accept your role as our girl. My bet is you will learn to love taking cock. Now stop crying and tell me how much you love a Man’s dick up your pussy. Say it until you actually start believing it.”

Glad He Lost The Coin Toss

Looking at the evident pain on my best friend's face as my dick pushes' past the tight ring of muscles uselessly trying to protect his innocence, masculinity and virginity. I listen as my "buddy" moans like a little girl, as his ass is forced wide open, stretching tight around my dick and is turned into pussy. Just based upon his reaction, it must hurt like hell to have a man, like me, cunt him. 

I know we told each other that this was just an experiment. Both of us would get a chance to try being on top, but fuck that! There is no way I am submitting to another man and letting him fuck me? No fucking way! My buddy already has a cunt, I just gave it to him. One cunt between us is plenty. Someone has to be a man, and since he is currently sliding his brand new pussy up and down on my dick, the choice is obvious. Since he has a pussy, he needs to learn how properly take dick. I am going to enjoy training my friend as a professional cum dump.

The problem, as I now think about the past couple hours, is that only someone gay would willingly let a man stick his dick into him, regardless of any promises of reciprocation. Any guy that willingly would sit on a man's cock is a gay. My "friend" is a gay! Well I guess he is not really a friend anymore. I can't be friends with the cum dump, which is what he is well on the way to becoming. He is no longer a man, or buddy, he is destined to be nothing more than a cum catching pussy.

He's has been impaled fully on my dick for a couple of minutes, trying to get used to the feeling of man inside of him. His girl-like moans now reduced to high pitched squeaks as my dick flexes in his new "pussy". Now, however, it's time to properly start fucking him open. I bent him over the arm of the couch and punched my dick back into him, balls-deep, in one hard thrust.

I punched my fat dick in and out of his violated asshole, like it was a two dollar whore's well trained pussy. I liked hearing his moans as my dick thrust into him, over and over, using only spit for lube. I felt powerful and dominant. After a few minutes of hard punch/thrust motions I felt his new cunt relax and open up for my cock. Once he stopped clenching down tight trying to prevent the violation it suddenly felt better for both of us. Now instead of fighting my dick thrusts, his pussy feels like it is opening up for them. Instead of his cunt muscles getting in the way, trying to stop my dick, they are now gently massaging my cock, begging it to go deeper. I can't believe how good his tight cunt feels wrapped around my manhood. I tried to hold back, wanting to extend the feeling of pleasure but it felt too good. Soon enough I was painting his guts with my cum.

When I pulled out, I spun him around and made him suck my cock clean. I lost a friend today, but gained a cum dump that would take every load I felt like blowing into him.

I am so glad he lost the coin toss and had to bend over first.

The Arrangement

When my son proposed to his daughter, he called wanting to talk to me. He said he wanted to give his daughter the wedding she had always dreamed of, but he didn't have the cash to make it happen as a single father, and as only an employee of a landscaper. He knew I had the means as an multi-award winning architect who owned my own firm.

He said he'd do anything to give her the wedding she so desperately wanted. We came to a mutual understanding. Five times a week during their two-year engagement, he's been letting me fuck and bred him in exchange for paying for the wedding. Granted I popped his cherry, but it was worth it.

He's only got three more years to go until he's paid me in full. But I bet before then he'll agree to be my wife, because he's showing signs that he loves me for much more than my big dick. Our wedding won't be as lavish as it will be the second for both of us, but his pussy will pay for it for a long time anyway; and god how I love his pussy.

Flashback

You were standing in the shower hoping the hot water would wash away your extreme hangover. You didn’t even know how long you’d been there, leaning against the wall as the water flowed over you, trying to piece together everything that happened last night. You weren’t sure how you’d gotten so drunk. But it was Saturday night with the boys, so being drunk sure wasn’t unusual. 

What was unusual was waking up in your roommates bed naked. With him there next to you snoring and also naked. As you washed flashes came back. A group back at the apartment. Drinking games. Stripping. How had it ended up just you and Rance here this morning in bed together, naked was not coming to you. 

More flashes came. Drunk and stumbling. You passed out in Rance’s room. But you’d been alone and the party was still going. And then the quiet. And barely waking up to feel weight on top of you. 

Ragged breathing on your neck. Hands rubbing you. Strong hands. Holding you down. And pressure. Insistent pressure on your asshole. And resistance. You had resisted, hadn't you? Surely you’d tried to keep your legs together. To protect your virgin asshole. Your very manhood. 

But then the worst flash of memory. The surrender, the moment you gave in. The moment you relaxed and let Rance shove his fat dick into your virgin hole. And his sigh of contentment as his balls hit your upturned ass for the first time. And then the power. The power of his strokes as he held you in place and fucked your manhood away. Whispering in your ear how great you felt. How tight your pussy felt. 

How he’d always known he’d fuck you one day. How much he’d been looking forward to breeding your pussy. How you were going to be his personal cum dump from now on. Taking all the loads his balls could produce deep inside your twat. His new pussy. How full you felt. How content. How right it felt to be his bitch. And how satisfying it felt when your ass pushed him over the edge and you felt a man’s cock unload in you for the very first time. 

Falling asleep with his hard cock still in your new pussy. His weight on top of you. His breathing in your ear. And now as you stood in the shower remembering that you were now Rance’s bitch, your dick began to stiffen. You reached back to feel your ravaged asshole. Rance’s new pussy. It was sore and swollen. And felt so empty. 

Half of you hoped he was as drunk as you and that he’d never mention this again. The other half hoped he woke up horny and ready to make sure you knew your place moving forward. Under him with your cunt in the air. Then you heard something. A cough maybe? You peeked around the shower curtain. To see Rance in the doorway, naked, erect and proud.

“Pull back the curtain and show me how that pussy’s holding up, baby gurl.”

That one sentence told you which way your life was headed. And you’d never been more excited to be pussy up.

A Father's Need

He knew breeding his son would mean the boy would never experience a true male orgasm, since his body would under go permanent changes to accept the cum of men.

That is exactly what he wanted. The boy shouldn't be burdened with the memory of what he lost. Maybe he'd imagined what the explosive orgasms of his father felt like deep in his ass, before his father gave him his pussy? Assuredly he would have as most son's dream of the day of being Daddy's pussy. He may even think that his girly contracting pussy orgasms on his father's cock could be similar to a true ejaculation. He would be wrong of course, his feminine orgasms but rolling hills to the towering mountain of a man's orgasm.

That is what his father wanted. To keep his boy pure from the burdens of manhood by making sure his son's cunt was constantly greased up, filled with buckets of cum, and very happily sore. It's what any father would want to do---- give their boys the pussy the craved to have.

Do You Like What You See

The son has always been concerned about his small frame and small... dick. He always watched his father and the prominent bulge inside his shorts and that intrigued the boy. Even when it was soft he knew his dad packed a huge one between his legs. That was so obvious. It made the son wonder if that was ever going to be his case. Maybe he hasn't reached the right age yet. He hoped for a late blooming.

One fateful afternoon this dad was asleep in his favorite chair when the boy got home back home from school. It was going to be just the two of them for the rest of the day alone at that giant and silent house. The boy decided he needed to test the waters, to kill this curiosity that was driving him crazy. He knew it was not ok to want to see your own father's dick, but he needed to know if it was really that big.

He left his things in his room upstairs and silently headed back down to the living room where his father was still sound asleep. He gently pulled the fabric of his father's shorts to the side, careful not to wake up the man. And, to his surprise, that fucking thing was huge! And veiny! And even soft it was as thick as his wrist. He couldn't believe it! And he began wondering why his was so small in comparison. Then suddenly the thing started to grow. 

It was getting bigger and thicker and the head was turning red and swollen. He was shocked and moved back a little. That monstrous thing was already pointing towards the ceiling when his dad opened just one eye.

"Do you like what you see?" The tone on his father's voice sounded happy; and was confirmed by grin on his face. The boy did not say a thing. he just stared at his father, mesmerized. That's when he felt a big and strong hand on the back of his head, he just followed where that thick hand guided him to, giving up control. He was too scared to control himself, or at least that's the lie he needed to tell himself in that moment. His mouth was now one inch away from the swollen red head of his father's dick, and secretly he was loving it. His own little dicklet was dripping inside his school's shorts.

"Open up, boy. You know Daddy can't hurt you."

He did. He accepted that giant penis into his mouth. Not much of that dick managed to fit in. So dad forced him down. And then forced some more. Until his son was sucking his dick deep, like a pro whore. His cock was covered in saliva by now, the son's face too.

"Fucking God! You suck cock better than your own mother!" Dad already had his head thrown back and his eyes closed. Only his hand was forcing the boy against his big dick. By now He didn't need to force all that much, His son was going to town on his dick.

"Yeah, that's my little slut! Daddy waited so long for this. Or did you really think I didn't catch you looking at my bulge?"

The boy began crying. Maybe because he couldn't take the hard face fucking anymore, or maybe out of embarrassment of the dirty things his father was saying, and he was fucking loving it. His father tried to force him a little bit more.

"You know what'll happen if you start acting like a little bitch. Don't you?" His son nodded his head 'yes'. "Do you want that to happen?"

The boy hesitated.

Oh My fucking god! You want it! My son likes to be treated like a cheap whore!"

The father took his son into his arms and lifted him up. He got up from the couch and put his son on all fours where he was sitting before. The boy's pussy was now in the air. His dad torn the little shorts and underwear and began eating his son's pussy. The boy moaned like a little bitch in heat. His cunt opened up. He was a wet and relaxed mess and craving for his father's dick. That feeling was overwhelming and embarrassing for his son. The feeling of his father's scruffy beard against his smooth twat was getting the son dripping and open. And the taste of his son's pussy just made his father harder and hornier.

"I'll show you something you'll enjoy even more." This was the time to take away his son's virginity. The Dad couldn't believe his fat cock was now aligned with his own son's cunt. His dick looked like it could impale the boy. "There's no turning back now, son." Dad's dick was already entering his son slowly.

"Noooo, Daddyyy! I don't want this." The son's were eyes closed shut and his mouth started to produce a sound that he never produced before. There was enough lubrication for that dick to slid smoothly inside but the son was feeling pleasure, from that dick that he's been secretly craving the most in his life.

"Fuck yeah!" Daddy said when his cock finally reached the back of his son's second pussy.

Dad started to fuck, and fuck hard, like he never seen a pussy in his life before. Like his son was the last woman in the world; and that's how he always fucked, his son suspected, giving by the loud moans his mother gave at night. His father really missed fucking a pussy like that since the last time he fucked his wife. He's been trying his chances with his son. He've lost count of how many times he'd tease his hard on around the house, since he noticed his son staring at him. And now he couldn't believe he was finally deep fucking the bitch.

The dad's dick began to feel a little moister than it should. He didn't mind it 'cause he had his eyes shut, just hearing his son moaning like a girl. If he opened his eyes to see what it was he would cum watching his dick entering and splitting that small and tight pussy. The son was now grabbing every thing that he could to help him bear the pleasure of having his Father stretching his insides. The son was almost cumming just from being fucked by his father. It was all he ever wanted. He suddenly felt the warmness inside his pussy. And right after that his father's groans. His father was cumming inside him. The son began leaking a weak liquid from his own small dick; and felt a overwhelming sensation all over his body that he couldn't contain. He moaned louder and let his body collapse as he came like a girl.

After retrieving his cock from the boy the father could see all the mess that He have made. They went upstairs and took a bath together. They had to have a conversation about what just happened. The father explained to the son the reason why he had such a small dicket, and that from now on he should call it a clit. And then they reached an agreement: That the sex that just happened ,was about to happen a lot more often from now on. Both father and son enjoyed fucking one another and were not about to stop now.

Freaked Out: Question

I've debated commenting for a while. Thanks to lots of religious trauma, I only recently came out. So here I am virgin at 32 in the Pacific Northwest, but I also stumbled across your blogs and others like it and realized I am not just gay, but also a pussyboy. I have no desire to top, I want to be cunted as you describe, even the idea of being caged by a man turns me on. But I'm also freaked out. I'm starting at square one with no experience, but I also know I want all this and don't know where to find it, but I also want to fall in love. What's a confused and panicked brand new pussyboy to do?

There is so much to unpack here. Let's start with your religious trauma. This could take a long time depending on which of faith it was, and how 'brutalized you are left by that. I say that as someone who grew up Penecostal: handling snakes, speaking in tongues, driving out demons, faith healings the whole horrible lot of it; which included at least one weekly bashing of gays as doomed to an eternal hell of damnation in hellfire. I say at least one weekly bashing as my family growing up went to church every time the doors were open, and I attended our non-certified or state tested Christian school from the 7th to 12th grade. So for me there was tons of trauma knowing, sitting there I was gay. 

I think you're freaked out about the idea of being not only gay, the possible fallout of that decision from your family and now there's this whole pussyboy aspect of things to deal with. Those two things can be overwhelming by themselves. I say that because, a lot of times even just as "plain ole bottoms" we're seen as effeminate, not quite manly men. The whole "no fat's, no fems, no this or that" that we see in hookup apps, that I find horrifically offensive. Granted I refer to bottoms as "girls' in my tweets, but I do it, hopefully, in a positive and respectful place empowering those of us who are effeminate gay bottoms. Myself included in that statement. I truly think we have power and strength that commonly by even though society has denied us that power and strength. Now I know not all bottoms are effeminate, hell neither are ll pussyboy's are effeminate but I know plenty that are. And there's nothing wrong with that all. Hell, I celebrate I'm effeminate!

 Coming out by itself can, for some people, be very stressful and even painful and I hope that is not your case. My coming out was fairly easy. I told my mama first and she and I waited a year before I told my abusive father that I was gay. I didn't realize, however, that it was my mama who made my father and the rest of the family civil and polite with me. That realization came the day before she died six years ago, some 32 years after coming out and it was like Hiroshima after the bombing. Decades of hate came flooding to the service from every angle, and to think my mama put a stop to it for all those years makes me love her even more.

And there could be added pressure, from yourself, that your clock is ticking because at 32 you're still a virgin. This too can be stressful as the desire is there, but how, when, where and with whom do I do it with. My advice her is if you find "the right guy" to lose your virginity to is get a full and honest feedback on what and with who this guy has been with. And although I tweet a lot about unsafe sex, I would say don't throw the safe sex option out the window. Condoms, lube the whole lot and if you're in a space were you feel Prep is necessary than do that as well. However, in this day and age some health care plans may still drop you from said plan as they feel you're "participating in risky behavior".

Since you've stated you've read my blog I don't want to rehash things I've said. I want to do my best to say something new.

First of all let me say, if there is a God, and I'm not saying there is or is not; but for the sake of argument there is one--- he/she is something way beyond any singular religion can comprehend. God would be something beyond our wild imaginations. I feel that if there is a God, that God doesn't create mistakes: ie the LGBTQIA+ community or anyone in it. Meaning God wanted us gay. If we are to even remotely believe what is in the Bible "we are all created in his image" than that means God is gay, God is a pussyboy and a struggling 32 year old virgin wanting desperately to change the fact that he is a virgin. God is all of us. And no matter what he/she still loves us.

I think in order to find it, the first thing you need to do is love yourself fully, and even I find myself rolling my eyes when I say that... but there is some truth there otherwise Mama RuPaul wouldn't be saying," If you can't love yourself, how the hell you going to love any body else." Can I get an amen up in here." <lol> My kinda sermon by the way. <lol>. Also let go of the parts of religion that don't help you become your most authentic self.

I wish there were an easy answer to how to go about finding it, but at least part of the journey is done on your own. 

1. Loving yourself. This is easier said than done, and I'll be the first to admit it. But as Mama RuPaul says, "If you can’t love yourself how in the hell are you gonna love somebody else?" I know I said this a little bit before but it bears repeating.

2. Buy things that embrace your femininity, if that is the route you choose to go; and do it slowly if you have to, because lord knows we aren't all the stereotype of gays with money we can throw away. For example for Christmas this year I bought "The Male Submissive's Worksheet Journal" by Ryan Hubbard. I'm hoping there is something there that I can learn even at 56.

3. Do your daily pussy exercises I talk about here, and if you need to get a dildo then by golly do it! as it will make your first time easier. I'm not sure if you've read this before or not but this is advice strictly for virgins. https://thatsmrfaggot2you.blogspot.com/2020/10/advice-for-virgin-male-bottoms.html

4. Get that cage for yourself you mention and if you've got to hold your own key for awhile do it. If you're not aware of this Locked In Lust at https://lockedinlust offers my followers a discount Code for 10% off. That code is: PB_Breckinridge

5. Join a LGBTQIA+ community center and try to find like minded people, as I think the bars would be a tricker venue; as I'm finding a lot of people are too damn attached to there damn phone to chat to a stranger. Or find us on Twitter, I'm on there and I'd be more than happy to help there too. You'e not alone.

6. If you're virginity is driving you completely insane, I could say go to your nearest bath house, rent a room, and wait pussy up for some one to walk in and pop that cherry. Not maybe the ideal, but it solves it, if you can't take another day of it. I know you mentioned love and I'll get to that. So this idea might not be for you.

Love, lord, where do I even begin? I will say this, it always FOUND me when I wan't looking for it. My first time lasted 3 years before he died of AIDS complications in 1988. We spotted each other at the bar we worked for. He pursued me. Second time around was because I knew how to sew and wanted to make a panel for the National AIDS Memorial Quilt for a mutual friend we shared who died. That relationships lasted 10 years. Once again he pursued me. My last time around was my late husband, we met in an AOL gay men's chatroom, he pursued me and it lasted 18 years, ending July 29th, 2021. I know I've been blessed to have three wonderful men in my life, who helped me fully become me. Giving insight and courage to be fully, authentically me. But it seems like love found me when i wasn't looking for it.

The dating scene has changed so much, even I don't understand it. I've yet to have one date in nearly 18 months. Or have had one man show any interest. No idea why, but it hurts, deeply. The loneliness is overwhelming and I'll be point blank honest, there are times I've been very suicidal. Nights praying I never wake up. Will I ever do anything like that? I highly doubt it, but the thoughts are there. I say this because we all have very dark periods, when we've reached the end of our rope. A lot of times there seems to be no light at all, at the end of the tunnel. But somehow we go through the motions of the day, doing our best to keep our heads above water. I will say a therapist has helped me through a lot of it, but it's not easy. Somehow I hope you can overcome it too.

I'm hoping that like before in my love life, that love, he'll just show up, somehow. I hope he will for you too. But I also know we both have to put ourselves out there to some degree. Make our faces visible. It's not like he's going to find us in some locked tower in the middle of nowhere ala Rupunzel. And I know putting yourself out there isn't easy. Hell, I'm doing it now and I know it's far from easy.

I hope that I've helped. Even just a little and that if you need more advice, or someone that will just listen that you'll reach out. I'm here.

The Halloween Cat

I came out late in life. Hell, my only son was a freshman in college when I did it that spring. He surprised my husband and I that Christmas by coming out as gay as well. But this story isn't about that, neither of our coming out stories are that vastly different from hundreds you read about every other day of the week.

This story is the following year Halloween; Ashton was now a sophomore, involved in the gay student union as their president and my husband and I were getting ready to have our first wedding anniversary when we decided to visit Fairfield University, a Jesusit Catholic college in Connecticut. Ashton had just transferred from NYCU and the move shocked us. A religious institute and our gay kid, with his gay father and step-dad and we my husband was Jewish and I converted----oy! We arrived a few days earlier and stayed with Ashton as he was renting a house from my ex-wife's sister, Jenny. A lovely New England four bedroom for next to nothing away from campus on five lovely acres. He lived by himself and the place was spotless.

Halloween morning Frank and I  woke to the smell of coffee, bacon, an apple pie we felt for sure was in the oven, and walking to the kitchen in our Andrew Christian's heard potatoes frying. Standing at the stove in fake black cat ears, and just a bowtie was my son scrambling eggs. He was stark naked & locked in a pale pink chastity cage.

"Trick or treat, Dad and Frank." 

Franked eyed Ashton with a raised eyebrow before he spoke, "Um, Ash, what are you suppose to be besides being naked?"

"Oh that's easy, silly. I'm the Halloween pussy."

Before I could say a word Frank said, "I'll say and some pussy too, I say. Just like his Dad's I bet."

"FRANK!" I bellowed, "He doesn't need to know I'm your pussy."

"Well, he does now," Frank giggled.

"Oh, I knew. Believe me I knew before now. Mama told me when you had come out that she walked in on the two of you and Frank was as she put it, 'cunting you stupid."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh christ." 

Frank was laughing as he took off his underwear, his erection springing in front of him.

"And EXACTLY what are you doing Mr. Man," I said matter of factly to my husband.

"Getting comfortable," he answered as he walked over to me and ripped my underwear off of me.

"FRANK! They were brand new!"

He grabbed me by my arm, turned me over his knee and proceeded to spank me in front of my own son.

"Why don't you shut up for once you whiny lil bitch. Set a good example for your son, on what a good boi-wife is supposed to be. Be a good lil girl and Daddy just might fuck your pussy later after breakfast."

I laid over his knee with my mouth agape in shock. Just then Ashton spoke up.

"You know pop, your a lucky cunt-boi. Frank loves you. Hell he adores you. Look at him, he's gorgeous, all muscly and a big ole dick on him and you are his girl. I'd be beyond thrilled to be a girl like you with a guy like Frank on my arm."

"You would?" Frank blushed.

"Sure would. Why else do you think I'm standing here naked with cat ears on being as I said Halloween pussy?"

"Trying to steal your own father's husband. I see how it is you lil slut. Well not on my watch."

"OH do shut up already. The kid isn't trying to steal me away. He just wants laid."

"That's it exactly, pop. I don't want to steal Frank away. I'm just tired of being a virgin."

"Do me a favor you stupid slut and eat your son's pussy out for me. As they say in certain circles 'prep' his pussy for Daddy. Do it and I'll eat you out as you eat him out."

What Had He Done

It's too late. He has taken your virgin ass and shot his seed deep inside you. His DNA is now in the process of taking over and you can feel your manhood slipping away. Regretting what you have done will change nothing. You are now a cum dump and will service him as ordered.

Wracked with guilt, Robby rubbed his forehead in shock for what he had done. He couldn’t believe he actually just had sex with the man sleeping soundly in the next room. His own father. His hairy & muscular dad. He actually had the cock of the man who gave him life inside his new pussy and could still feel his dad’s load of cum inside his sore cunt.

 “Fuck, what am I gonna do?” Robby though to himself.

 After a few minutes he began thinking about how good sex with his dad had felt, and how much he enjoyed making love to the man he knew so well. “Well, fuck it” Robby finally thought to himself. “I love him and I don’t give a fuck who knows; I’m gonna keep fucking my dad as long as we want.”  Robby got up naked and walked into the dark bedroom where his stepdad was snoring sound asleep. He climbed into the bed and snuggled up close to the sleeping man; his ass tight against his crotch. Robby rubbed his dad’s flat furry belly and gently tweaked his nipples. He reached down and caressed the older man’s ample cock and balls. He gently kissed his dad’s lips and whispered. “I love you, Daddy.”  Softly snoring, the older man muttered “Love you too baby boy.” And gently wrapped his arms around his son. The two slept that way til morning when Robby woke to his father fucking him again.

"Wakey, wakey baby boi. It's pussy time. Daddy's got more baby batter for that hungry pussy of yours."

Advice for virgin male bottoms

 

So, I've had my share here lately with gay/bisexual/curious/down low/married guys who want or feel the need to bottom but are virgins, with either none to little experience. So I thought as someone who is nearing fifty four years old (November 16th, 2020 if your curious) and who has been bottoming since he was eighteen that I have sage advice for those in this situation.

1. As I've said before in other posts in the past, I knew that my very first sexual experience was going to be with a man, and that I was going to bottom that first time; even though I never had anything more than just my fingers in my ass up until that first time. I was very lucky my first time. He was patient, kind, tender, loving, attentive and made the entire experience enjoyable, pleasurable with as little pain as possible. That was a feat into itself as he was 9 cut inches. However, not everyone will or can have the experience I had that first time. I wish they could. 

With that all said, my first bit of advice is to buy yourself a life sized, or slightly smaller dildo. Can be even something from somewhere like Ambiance or an adult bookstore if you're fortunate to have one in your area. Don't spend the big bucks yet on a dildo, in my opinion, that will come. I say buy yourself a dildo because YOU fully control the ENTIRE scene: how much you take into yourself, the speed, the thrusting action or lack thereof with your dildo acting more like butt-plug, the length of time you use it and anything else you can possibly think of when it comes to being fucked my a real dick. Of course the only thing missing is that dildo cumming in you, but you could rub, or even fuck some of your own semen into yourself to get used to that feeling as well. The options here are endless.

With your dildo, I would set time aside for "exercises", meaning bluntly opening yourself up anally so if your first top decides to pound you stupid you can take it without feeling like you're dying from being ripped open. I'd practice thrusts: depth, frequency, speed, length of time, rotating it in--- you get the idea hopefully; which is trying to mimic an actual man fucking you. Start out slow to get used to it, build up speed, length of time you "workout", depth and yes even how many times a week you use your dildo. Listen to your body, your needs and listen most importantly (in my opinion) to the budding voice of your "pussy". You could add into this one the use of butt plugs, and the same ideas apply, with the addition of wearing it during your day for any length of time including extended wear i.e. like four hours or more. The more you use your "budding pussy" the more you'll be ready for that first real dick in you.

2. A silly as this may sound, and it may; get used to sleeping with no bottoms on AT ALL. Basically nude from at least waist down. I've done this since I was like thirteen because I liked the feeling. After that first time of my being fucked though, and him becoming my lover I instantly KNEW he HAD to have full, unimpeded access to my "budding pussy" as I slept. A lot, if not all tops love this idea. My guy used to love falling asleep with his dick buried in me after fucking me, and I grew to love it and needed it to sleep. He was also the type to fuck me in the middle of the night, or wake me up rimming me wildly first thing in the morning. This one in my opinion is an easy one. You get cold add a blanket, or two or even flannel sheets which I'm partial too all year round. This also gives you, even being single, that if you wake up in the middle of the night to say roll over; you have the wonderful opportunity of gliding your fingers over your "budding pussy" and playing in it which I do a lot.

3. Shower shots/enemas. Get used to them. Buy them, either the disposable Fleet Enemas, the red enema bag like your Grandma may have used, or the handy Shower shot attachment to your shower head. Going to be very blunt here, by saying nobody/ or very, very, very few guys like fucking an ass that is not clear/clean of shit. Period. For huge numbers of tops it's a HUGE turnoff. A clean "budding pussy" is a happy one. Luke warm water, till the water runs absolutely clear. Hot water physicians warn IS NOT ever recommended. Use the toilet to dispel the water and preferably not your shower, at least in the very beginning, as believe it or not you could end up clogging up your shower pipes. Once "larger" debris is expelled it is ok to use the shower. Many also find using the enema bag or shower shot as an additional way of opening up your "anal cavity/pussy" and over time some bottoms, believe it or not dribble precum "cleaning out", myself included. Many also see it as a bit of foreplay as it can relax your pussy muscles.

Going to add here even if it's not enema related the importance of diet and being a good "budding pussy." Lots of fruits, vegetables and of course fiber or fiber supplements. All of which helps keep one clean as well. Eating meat products especially, sit a lengthy time in the stomach/bowels and many bottoms refuse to eat meat products days before a sexual trysts so cleaning out is easier.

4. Being hairless. While not a necessity I've discussed in a previous post ways to remove hair if you wish to do so, however there are oodles of guys who love a fuzzy guy. It's all a matter of taste for you and them as well. So don't fret this one, and see my post on hair removal if it's your thing.

5. Language. This one might seems stupid, but for me since March of 2020 it has been the very cornerstone of my thinking as a pussyboy. I've fully & wonderfully embraced the power of language when it comes to my body parts. I don't ever use medical jargon, or even standardized jargon for what I have any more. Meaning I only use "feminine" terms: pussy, cunt, snatch, gash although it ends there as I hate using mangina ---- and dicklet, nub, or even clit for what's up front. Might seem of no importance to many, but for me it empowers me to focus on my one true sex organ my pussy and who as well as what I am at my core. I use these terms because I'm fully submissive, passive, adore getting fucked senseless and yes even bred. I feel as if it's an innate part of my identity and without it I'm not much of anything. Being pussy is part of my DNA, my soul, and to a huge degree even my very own gender: they/them, girlie-boy/faggot, pussy if your curious. It took years of bottoming to get to this point, lots of research into the term & thinking of pussyboys, soul searching, and yes even acceptance to get to this point. But, I've never been happier. You might want to seriously think about this one.

6. Condoms/PREP/bareback sex.  First I want to say there is this move to not use the term "bareback" sex anymore and instead use "natural sex" or just "sex". The term simply came about because of the advent of HIV/AIDS and sex without condoms, and those wishing to change the language partially wish to do so because HIV/AIDS has become a life-time, chronic, manageable disease. July 16th, 2021 I'll have lived 30 years with AIDS myself so I understand the switch. For me the language is not of importance but your decision if you participate in condomless sex or not. You need to have an open, brutally honest conversation with your tops about both of your sexual histories if your worried about STD's. Know that person is being honest or go on PREP to prevent HIV/AIDS. I'm not going to discuss someone trying to "get HIV/AIDS" or bugchasing as it is called here that might be another post. The decision of using or not using condoms is yours, and don't be forced into something you don't wish to do.