Tell us about your slut phase

Sex parties -- having sex with a guy I was dating for public consumption.

Fifty cocks up my ass in a single DAY!

Ugh. I went to college in NYC at CU. I had a thing for Puerto Rican men. Others too. I'm surprised I didn't end up dead in a dumpster or in hospice. I was a blond, blue eyed WASP, so they were all over me. There were a couple of mornings I woke up with hand print bruises on my throat. I finally pulled it together after getting gangbanged by four guys on a blow up mattress in housing project. I was shameless. I have a thousand stories I could type out.

It was years and years and years ago.

It was so embarrassing, but I've grown up since.

Well at least you didn't sign it as Trump. It's still not funny but it's a nice break. I. Guess.

R3 did you catch anything?

I know I had one, but it also coincided with a period of heavy drinking so I remember very little of it.

It lasted 20 years.

How many encounters in a week OR how many different anonymous men in a week would constitute slut behavior?

Didn't catch anything but an embarrassing story. I had a really sore throat a day after and it didn't go away. So I thought I had something and went to the Dr.'s office. I got a lecture on the dangers of getting face fucked. No disease but I got a lecture on the dangers of getting face fucked until the dick was shoved down your throat over and over. It was a cold, sterile, medical talking to but it was still embarrassing. I think I almost cried. But it is true. Sluts heal quicker. I remember being pissed off that I couldn't smoke or drink booze for about a week. I remember after the Dr. visit I was thirsty as hell. So I went to the deli and bought an apple juice and guzzled it down. The acid in the apple juice burned the fuck out of my throat. Hurt like hell and it caught me off guard. I dropped the bottle and was choking on the juice and it was coming out of my nose. My parents would have been so proud LOL.

r10, did you get face fucked by a scratchy penis? Or did the penis chafe you throat?

R3 this is a potentially classic story. My favorite line is “I finally pulled it together after getting gangbanged by four guys on a blow up mattress in (a) housing project.”

R3 is

R3 what other sorts of men did you service?

It was a beautiful fat, uncut cock. The throat just wasn't made to fucked like that LOL. I'm not sure but I think I did one of those puke things LOL

R14 sounds like anything mocha and darker

R3 how old are you, now?

I’ve led such a boring life. In my 20s I took a cop in his 30s with a mustache home after some serious prodding by a friend. (I think she closed out both of our tabs and paid for them and walked us to the door).

That was fun. Never saw him again. But I have a cop, a leather man, a construction worker, and a cowboy in my history now. I’m one Native American shy of punching my Village People bingo card.

[quote]I finally pulled it together after getting gangbanged by four guys on a blow up mattress in a housing project.

Really? That's how I would describe an ordinary Tuesday.

Anyone ever visit the LA Sex House back in the late 90s?

I went once but when I saw no condoms, I quickly left.

R20 Sex House? Like a bathhouse?

R21, it was a home in the Valley owned by some smut pusher and his boyfriend who was in that documentary about being a bug chaser. He's dead now.

R22 sounds nasty, you know because of the AIDS…

Lots of visits to bathhouses (and this was in the 90's).

There weren't really "apps" yet, and Craigslist could actually be somewhat dangerous.

Cruising was also very hit or miss as far as "hits" and safety.

Bathhouses (and I am a 6) are a good way to just get laid without the bullshit, even if you don't have wall board abs, and in two cities I lived in, there was a bathhouse that kind of "leaned" older/fatter (just saying it), so people had a place to go.

I was a huge slut when I was younger. Bathhouses, orgies, sex parties, cruising parks late at night, bars, gay phone lines - if there was a way to get dick, I’d get it. So many stories, so much fun.

One night I went to a bathhouse in another city, got pretty high, and went into the orgy room where I plopped myself face down in the middle of a mattress and lifted my ass. Five guys fucked me one after the other. Needless to say, I was very sore afterwards and didn't repeat it, but it is still a great memory.

I slept with two different people within the same year. I'm not proud of it.

No STDs from these romps?

R26 high on whaT exacTly?

My bestie loved glory hole/adult book store sex. Not my bag but i went with him once. While he went to town gobblin cock, I went around to different booths dropping quarters. In one booth I didn’t lock it & some ok looking married dude slipped in and took charge: pushed me to my knees (gross sticky floor) & had me suck him off. I was shocked by my behaviour. I was wise enough not to let him cum in my mouth. He zipped up & left. Then another less attractive man came in the booth. Ssme thing. So that’s my slut story. Two cocks in an adult bookstore. Never went again because i was scared i’d get into it. Long time ago but i still can have a wank over it now & again.

[quote][R26] high on whaT exacTly?

Just your basic cannabis.

R3 here again. Thought of another story. I would always wait until the last minute to finish my cartography projects. That and I liked to do them about 10PM to 3 AM when nobody was there. There was the really hot Indian janitor type. Early 30s. I'm 6' and he towered over me. We made eye contact on his rounds a few times. As I was leaving he pointed to the janitorial office and nodded for me to go in. There was zero indication of what was to come. He wanted head and I agreed. There was no warning of an odor. I got on my knees and he unzipped his pants and pulled them down. The NASTIEST BO smell came out when he pulled down his pants. It was so disgusting I couldn't.

I just made the excuse that I was to worried about getting caught and couldn't enjoy it. He shoved me back down and FUCKING PULLED A KNIFE ON ME. Each time I tried to hesitate he would do a little jab on the back of my shoulder. Just barely enough to hurt. He had a nice cock about 6 inches but super fat and super curved. The fucking smell though. OMG I can still smell it. Did I say SUPER FAT? Anyway he finished in my mouth and then when I stood up to leave he kicked me over and, ugh, I had to crawl out.

Now I won't lie here. Had it been the same guy without the smell and I wanted to back out the knife it would have made it SUPER fucking hot and I would have immediately been in the mood. The kick to the ground would have thrown it over the top and I probably would have had to have found someone on the way home for come down fuck.

I've got a couple cop stories, a cab story, a hockey player story, a daring to glance at someone on the walk home and them following me, a glory hole in a dive bar, a pro hockey player story.....what else....a locker room shower floor...2 Russian maintenance men story, a dry fuck on the 6 train, God I thought I'd purposely pushed all of these down.

I’d say I have average experience, but have only removed the sheath for a small number I can still remember. Yeah, I’m weird that way. But I’ve done watersports and even eaten a girl until she was a sprinkler. I think I’ve lived enough, for now.

Phase?????

My phase lasted about 25 or 30 years. I was amazingly lucky that I never got seriously hurt or in trouble. Late nights in parks. 4:00 AM runs to the nearest bathhouse. Construction sites after dark. Went through a thing of being hot for homeless guys.

Lived for two years in a very religious country. At first, was paranoid about doing anything with anyone. Until I realized that every other taxi driver was wanting to get sucked. Or suck. Or both. Once I understood they were as scared of trouble as I was, I started taking constant random taxi rides.

[quote] Thought of another story. I would always wait until the last minute to finish my cartography projects.

I really thought you were going to say it was a TOPography project. ☹️

All of the above.

Had sex in the Ramble once when the flashlights went on and two cops tried to arrest us. I darted into the bushes, shook them, and lost my flip-flops. Had to walk home for 30 blocks in Manhattan barefoot on a hot summer night. This was the early 2000s. I probably would have lost my job if they had arrested me. Never knew what happened to the other guy (cute Black boy).

About 25 years ago: My sluttiest day was 3 guys in one day. Went on a trip with a guy who I wasn’t attracted to and fought off his advances the whole time, until the morning we were about to leave and I relented and let him finger bang me while he sucked me off. Got home and my roommate, who was my recent ex, was so jealous that I’d been out with someone else, dropped to his knees and started blowing me and let me fuck him. Not long after, a guy I’d been sort of seeing called and I went to his house and got off with him.

That makes me tired just thinking about it now. I’m lucky to get off 3 loads a week, much less 3 in a day.

Wow, R10. Sounds like Eve Plumb should’ve played you in a TV movie of the week. Portrait of a Teenaged Face Fuckee, I guess.

That’s, if you could type, right R3?

R10, you promised to type out thousands of stories...please continue! I am getting kinda horny...

I have a thing for PR-Blondie gangbang scenes, you know.

My nipples are hard

Well I am R10, R3 and R32. Here's another one. We went on a road trip to Vermont. It was four of us. Three gay and one straight. To see a friend of ours at an obscure small college. Castleton State. Then go skiing at some much lesser known ski slope. It's called Pico. Really a small place for locals. Anyway, we were in the middle of nowhere, about three in the morning. Got pulled over by a super hot cop. Well more super sexy. You could tell he was extremely good looking but about 30 pounds overweight. So that would cancel him off of most of Datalounge's list. Anyway I'm behind the driver looking at him through the passenger window. I was smiling away. So he has me roll down my window so he could see what was going on in the car. I'm just smiling away with my mouth open.

He's in front of me but talking to the driver. Telling him all the things he could do to all of us for the open containers, the weed, the smell of weed, the paraphernalia. He just keeps on talking but pulls out his dick. Strictly average but this is becoming oh so hot. He just beats off in my face. Takes a whole two minutes or less. Probably less. He shoots his load on my face. A huge amount. I think he was one of those people that have that thing where you produce large amounts of sperm. Anyway when he was done he just zipped up and did that sudden guilt thing when you just want to get away. Didn't say another word. Everyone else just looking straight forward. I've got a 1/2 cup of goo on my face. I scraped some in my mouth and said "mmmmm tastes like maple syrup." Well three of us laughed until we peed.

You could tell the straight guy was sick. Sick to his stomach. Sick. Sick. Sick. I think he said three words the rest of the trip. Never spoke to us again. It's funny. It took so little time but this is one of my hottest memories. Me on Route 30, in the middle of nowhere, covered in splooge.

Should I recall anything else or is everyone gagging already?

Too many stories to tell. Maybe later after a few martinis. Let’s just say that many supposed fa..er, gay gents were glad to have a piece of me.

Fucked five guys in seven hours

This was in the late 70s. One night I buggered a hot guy in a sleazy bar right out in the open, and no one was the wiser. I was standing against a wall and he was backed up to me with my arms around him and we were playing tonsil hockey. He whispered to me that his jeans were intentionally split at the ass seam. He reached back and unbuttoned my jeans and proceeded to pull Mr. Johnson out, ground his ass back onto me until I was in full engorgement and bent over a little which made the "fuck hole" he'd made in his jeans split open and maneuvered himself back onto my muscle d'amour. Took about 5 minutes and wham bam thank you man.

We knew how to slut it up back in those days.

[quote]buggered...tonsil hockey...Mr. Johnson...full engorgement...muscle d'amour

Were you trying to make that all sound as unsexy as you possibly could?

it's a bit over-written, doll

I was raised right, R49.

I wrote on a stall wall in a Penn Station men's room I was looking for action. A Jamaican dude with a humongous pecker contacted me and we hooked up at my place in Brooklyn.

MARY!

It would take too long to long to describe my slut phase. Lots of incredibly raunchy sex with a lot of men in a lot of places. Bathhouses, parks, bathrooms, cars, tricks online. Really hot guys some not. Older guys, big dicks. No children or animals. But I grew out of it and have been with the same man for 18 years and he knows the entire story. Somehow I never got HIV or anything else. A miracle. I had a ton of fun and don’t have an ounce of regret. I loved every minute of it. It was a blast.

Well at the senior center country festival I danced with two different men in one evening!!! It would have been three, but that third man was rushed to the hospital due to a Viagra overdose ! Margaret Blakely tried to gossip about me! I reminded her that I knew the full details of her husband leaving her in regards to the colored boy he ran off with from Red Lobster! Shut that hussie down!

My slut phase went from around 1992 to about 2006, a good 15 year run. Lots of hookups via phone sex lines, Craigslist, street hookups, etc. Much of it was hot and satisfying, some not, but I don’t regret any of it.

My slut phase kept going and going and going. Ever Ready.

BUT... I always played out of my league (upwards, you pricks) or I didn't play at all. No regrets.

r57, sluts by definition are not selective.

I’d have a slut phase but availability of desirable creatures is low in my local area.

At my age the memories keep me warm at night.

R39- You mean he finger fucked you.

R32 tell the dry fuck on the 6 train please

Sending you a cuddle R60!