What was your trashiest fuck?

Too many too count. Puff of Chanel Number 5 take away not so fresh feeling.

I once was so drunk I went home with a hoarder.

Odd image for a thread on a gay site.

R3 Maybe there were 2 penis between them. We don’t know.

Either of them.

1984 , bathhouse encounter with a rough ex military amputee,who had tattoos on left stump to make it look like a torpedo. I was drunk and did not notice it initially . His torso was also tatted with military style work and muscular , ok face mid-30s. He was a bottom, used a condom. He pulled it off after I shot and chewed on it. After showering, I was leaving and saw him checking out, the attendant says to him "see ya later Stumpy".

R6. That made me throw up in my mouth a little.

R6, was this a rescue ex military amputee?

R6 for the win!

R2 Did you know he was a hoarder before you went home with him?

Shut it down. R6 takes the gold.

It's not an easy thing to outdo a stumpfucker, but carry on. The trashiest fucks are sometimes the most memorable for the actual sex as well.

R6 here. Another odd thing , the man must have took a bath in "Brut" cologne. My 24 year old self was disappointed that he did not use "Old Spice" to be in alignment ment with the nautical theme he had going on. He had the typical forearm tattoos someone in the Navy would have. I distinctly remember a ship anchor . I reflect on this experience sometimes, wondering what precipitated the amputation? He was clean no BO or bad breath. Classically handsome and moustached, looked like the blue collar fuckable dude in a dive bar

R6. This guy.

I can't pick one, OP, that would be like choosing a favorite child.

Prenup stops me telling.

To R6 I can't beat that story, I do have a young military veteran story with half an arm missing with a crutch on Marine pier on the boardwalk in Wildwood NJ in the late 80's. Also has an older Black Maintenace man who liked to watch. I have to finish my project.

Coked out of my mind, I hooked with the REALLY ugly man. Painfully ugly. He did have a big dick. But man was he ugly. Bald. Bad skin. Bad mustache. Skinny fat body. Short. Just not my type in any way, shape or form. But coke turns me into a whore.

He ended up fucking the hell out of me. It was actually some of the best sex I've ever had. I think because I gave zero fucks, I just leaned into the dirty, nasty sex we had. He lasted forever and proved to be quite a stallion.

So trashy can also be really satisfying.

For who ever slept with a now 36-year old grandmother in congress, you have my deepest sympathies.

R18, how did you hook up with the repulsive fuckmachine?

R20 how? One inch at a time.

Russell Crowe!

Once woke up in bed with a really realy short man. Almost a dwarf.

R21 when there’s only 3 or 4, it should be half an inch at a time

Gangbang while the rescue dog watched.

The dog started acting out with the stuffed animals.

That’s actually me in the photo, that awkward time I hooked up with Yoko Ono.

Early 1990s. I was 22, in my junior year at college and visiting my parents at their McMansion in suburban NJ, my hometown. They had gone away for the weekend and I had the whole place to myself. I had been into NYC a handful of times and gone to gay bars and clubs with friends. I was recently out, but was a hefty, overweight guy and not exactly good looking. I had also recently discovered cocaine.

I yearned for wild sexual experimentation. I wasn’t a gay virgin, but hookups didn’t come easy for a guy like me.

On this Saturday night alone in the house and with no friends in town I of course decided to start doing coke from a large vial I had. By 1 AM I got in my car and started driving to NYC (about a two hour drive), determined to go to one of those gay after-hours sex clubs I’d heard and read so much about in HomoExtra magazine and The Village Voice.

After a fortune in tolls and parking garage fees (doing bumps the entire drive) I arrived at J’s Hangout in the meat packing district. It was well after 4 AM.

All I remember was a sea of guys shoulder-to-shoulder in various walled-off areas. It was hot and humid. I entered the sea of men and dropped to my knees. I sucked off any dick that came near my face. It was almost total darkness. I was down there for hours. I lost my vial of coke after trying to take another bump. Occasionally I’d have to fight off some other flailing cocksucker in total darkness over a dick. I swallowed a lot of loads. After a few hours and a million dicks the coke began wearing off and I started to feel sick. The smells and tastes I had experienced were insane.

When I stumbled out of that place the sun was well up and the streets crowded. I looked like a total wreck. I had worn khaki pants and the knees were totally stained and blackened with god knows what. There was a hole in one knee of the pants. There were stains all down my shirt. When I caught my face in my rear view mirror I wanted to die. I spent the drive home alternately crying and suppressing the urge to vomit. I was sure I’d contracted HIV or something other disease (I hadn’t).

I felt horribly depressed after and took a lot of long showers. When my parents returned Sunday night I acted like nothing was wrong and drove back to school.

I’ve grown up in many ways in all the years since. I lived in the city shortly after that experience and still enjoyed sex and wild times, but was wiser and knew what not to do. Occasionally I’d go to Limelight or The Cock and venture into the back room and see some blubbery drunk mess on the floor sucking everyone off and think, “That was me once.”

You’re a very good writer r28 - I feel like I was there 🤢

But r6 and stumpy is still trashier. Chewing on the condom and that stump with a torpedo tattoo is now burned in my memory.

Three words:

GAP playlist guy.

A porn 'model' I met out clubbing in NYC back in the day. He had on a kilt and nothing on underneath it and would periodically flash his junk. He was hawt and a good fuck but dumb as a stone.

I got back from the bars in the East Village after 4am, almost blind drunk. This was around 1995 and phone sex hook-up lines were the most technologically advanced form of hook-up “app.” I could barely see to dial my phone.

I talked to some voice on the other line and the conversation, as usual, went something like this (slurred drunken speech):

“What are you into?”

“Well I’m a top, 5’9”, brown hair, bl…”

“You sound hot where do you live?”

Pathetic.

I got the address of some guy who lived on the Upper East Side. I cabbed it. He lived in an old building on a beautiful street. He buzzed me in.

He was older than he described but surprisingly kind of handsome daddy-like (they were usually ugly as hell but you’d have sex anyway). We went into his bedroom.

Before you knew it he had me take off all my clothes and stand in the middle of the room with my hands behind my back. He bound my hands with silver duct tape. He then wrapped tape around my eyes all the way around my head over my hair and over my nose.

He bent me over and began fucking me wildly and shoving his cock in my mouth (I could hardly breathe). He yelled horrible things at me. Everything hurt.

When he was done (no condom I assumed) he *ripped* the tape off my head as I screamed because it pulled a bunch of my hair out. He then strong-armed me out the front door of his apartment and into his apartment building hallway. Then he went back in and slammed the door and locked it. I was completely nude and in pain. It was a brightly-lit fluorescent light hallway and I just crouched in a corner.

Soon a neighbor (and older woman) came out and started talking to me saying something about calling the police. When she did the guy’s door opened and he threw all my clothes and things into the hall and shut the door again.

I quickly threw all my clothes on while the neighbor kept saying to call 911. I ran downstairs and called a cab.

When I got home I looked in the mirror. Most of my eyebrows had been ripped out.

Jesus, R32.

Was the guy a cabaret critic for some unheard-of rag?

^ But he turned out to be a casting director, so the next day I was back for more.

I shouldn't read this thread while cooking.

I've had that piece of trash. Not a nice person.

I auditioned for him once. Got fucked, but not the job.

A coke dealer I met in San Juan. When I approached him to buy a second baggie, he said he was out, but lived close by if I want to score some of his supply at home. When we got there, he asked if I wanted to do a line to test the quality. It must have been good, because the next thing I knew I was on my knees snorting coke from a plate on his bed while he pounded my ass for about an hour with his huge Puerto Rican dick. After he came he told me the coke was on the house.

Happy ending!

You know when you’re on Grindr (and you’re a top) and there is always at least that one guy who always messages you “when are we gonna hook up?” I must have been hacking forever and super horny and this guy was texting me off and on for hours. He was around the block, so I went. He didn’t have his apt to himself so we met in the creaky top steps of an old brownstone. He was naked and bent over. Shapeless body and shapeless ass with zit scars, ingrown hairs. I just need to fuck and go. Three pumps in and there was already shit on my dick. I just left.

How do you beg someone for hours to fuck you and still not be clean?

Glad you are alive R39.

R39 you are a whore in the true sense of the word.

Did you continue hooking up with him?

No. There was too much dick in Puerto Rico to do a repeat hookup with one guy.

R44 By sheer numbers, or per capita?

"How do you beg someone for hours to fuck you and still not be clean?"

I haven’t been to Rockford yet, so I wouldn’t know.

R32 that’s horrible

R48 They grew back.

If DL were forever after limited only to this one and dollface threads, I could be happy here.

To R32, did you get your revenge on this asshole? You always get them back!!

There was an asshole closeted drunken lawyer in NYC in the late 80's who was always yelling at his dog in Central Park. I saw him hit and kick the dog 1 night when I was coming back from a trick.

I renamed the dog Happy& took his cat (Chatty Kitty) in his condo; he was attacked in Central Park by unknown suspects& someone broke into his home thru the servant's entrance. The Park was dangerous in the last 80's, it's sad he was attacked& used for sexual release by thugs. His family covered up the story, but it leaked to co-workers of his at his law firm.

[quote][R44] By sheer numbers, or per capita?

No, by sheer size.

Not my trick, but the story fits.

I lived in the East Village with a roommate in the 90s. We each had our own room in a fourth floor walk-up.

One morning I wake up and notice an awful smell outside my room. I go into the bathroom and there is a huge turn in the bathtub! Just a giant dark log in the bottom of the white tub. I’m sure my roommate must have done it in a drunken blur (he would sometimes come home late at night, plastered).

I went to his door and pounded on it, then opened it (I have no time for privacy or pleasantries when there’s crap in my tub!)

Inside his room it was freezing cold and the window was wide open (was winter). There is a fire escape right outside this window. Hanging out one corner of the window is what looks like one of his bedsheets. He’s huddled in the middle of his stripped-bare mattress using his winter coat as covers.

Later he told me he “picked up” a homeless guy sitting on the sidewalk somewhere on his way home from the bars, and was near blackout drunk because he barely remembered any of it. He says after some awkward fumbling in his bed the homeless guy opened his bedroom window, climbed out the fire escape and left. My roommate said he “felt bad” so he took all the sheets and pillows off his bed and threw them down onto the street so the homeless guy would have something to keep warm with.

He was sure he didn’t crap in the tub (which he soon cleaned up). The homeless guy did it. The only thing we can think is he must have wandered into the bathroom when my roommate was passed out. He must have just pulled back the shower curtain and dumped a log in the tub. Gross (and creepy… he was walking around the apt while I slept?)

We never found anything missing.

My roommate swore the homeless guy was, “Really hot.”

Uh-huh.

*turd

#51, Roy Cohn had a dog?

Some of these stories make me want to use my two hands forever.

R53 Gurl! LOL

I lived in the city for years and we were always pointing out the occasional homeless guy that seemed kind of sexy. Particularly one or two of the younger ones that we would see on the regular.

We always joked about how we might be drunk and desperate enough one night to hit one up, who might “do stuff” with us because they were vulnerable and desperate themselves.

Would we ever dare? Sounds like your roommate did.

[quote] What was your trashiest fuck?

[quote] Two showers couldn’t wash it away

Funnily applies to R53’s Hot Homeless Bathtub Turd

Not me. A roommate.

We had taken a trip and were heading home one night. I stopped at a rest stop. He disappeared for 15 minutes and it turned out he met up with a married guy and headed into the woods while the man's wife and kids (and I) waited in the vehicles. The roommate was a short big-dicked bottom who hated that most guys wanted him to top. The married guy got a rough fuck because my roommate was mad at him.

The roommate comes back to the car and we drive away. The stink overwhelmed the car. Daddy was ill-prepared for the encounter. I pulled off and parked and made him get out take his clothes off, wash and wipe himself with water we were carrying and put on clean clothes. The jeans and underwear were left behind.

Its all so poetic; don't stop!

This thread is like Barbara Cartland 2.0!

Does it count if I married him?

I think unhoused is what we’re supposed to call them now. Let’s just leave it at that.

His name was Dale, and he was from over the ridge and down the holler in East Tennessee.

[quote] I think unhoused is what we’re supposed to call them now. Let’s just leave it at that

Fair, but all turds are unhoused the moment they slime their way out off a butthole, aren’t they?

The homeless veteran that my landlord let stay in an empty studio for a few months, one that did work for him. Nice guy, if a little off.

In my defense:

(a) the guy had cleaned up and bathed and what not, clearly.

(b) it was a threesome with a neighbor and most importantly

(c) the dude had an ENORMOUS cock. Long, Thick. Stayed hard for 3 rounds.

So many.

Awful random rest stop encounters in upstate NY

The raw hole I fucked through a video peep hole in Times Square in the early 90s

The muscular trucker who was a “gay baby” with shaved junk and a diaper, who rode me in the back of his cab?

The Soho hoarder with 20+ dirty fish tanks and a loudly ticking pacemaker?

The really gross ones I’ve shut out completely.

What was the literally trashiest pad you hooked up at? Any hoarder stories?

Oh and PS

The hot short guy with a big dick I met at a shopping mall. Sort of a Jay Mohr type.

I saw him in the mall with his parents and wife/GF and then saw him again in a bathroom stall. He took me out to his car so I could suck him off.

The dick was worth it but the car was a mess, filled with empty food cartons, bags, etc.

Route 66 R66. I see what you did there.

Wow - okay. And, the trashy part was from me.

I had strep throat and was off work. I decided to get drunk and hook up via aol chat room. A guy came over and I was riding him when my bowels liquified all over his cocks, balls and onto my sheets. I was horrified by not more than him. He had some choice words for me, went to the bathroom to clean up and exited my apartment with a big slam....not a good moment for me.

My trashiest fuck was in 1978 when I was a junior at USC in Los Angeles. There was a carnival set up on campus for faculty children, and students could wander around and ride the rides if they wanted. It was a Saturday night, and I was walking around; the operator of the haunted house was a young guy about 22 with a crew cut (not a 70s haircut). He looked like a surfer, tanned, with golden skin and blue eyes, and was from Oklahoma. His name was Mitch. He was staying in a travel trailer parked with other trailers and trucks for the rides. in a lot set aside for them. His shift ended at 10 when they shut down, and I asked him if he would like to go for a drink. He was sweaty and dirty from working on and running the ride. Mitch wanted to take a shower and invited me to come to the trailer with him. We chatted as we walked, and he was lightly muscled with no fat on him. His smell was intoxicating, and when we got in the trailer, he pulled me to him and stuck his tongue down my throat. We went at it, rolling around on the unmade couch bed. We were naked, rolling around, french kissing when he rolled over on his stomach to be fucked. I shoved it in, and there were some poo remnants on my cock when I was pumping away. I shot my wad in his ass in less than a minute. It was a hard cum from being excited. We showered off in the little trailer shower, and he came back to my off-campus apartment for a drink. I took him to eat and went back to my apartment. He spent the night. We must have fucked three times. I grew up in a well-off family, and it was exciting to be with a guy working in a carnival.

R71 but did any get on his shoes?

[quote] when my bowels liquified all over his cocks

He had more than one cock?

R74 He was so traumatized he shit himself.

R72. Plot twist: You being at ‘SC = it was his trashiest fuck!

An Armenian cabbie when I was 16. He had a unibrow, super hairy, and his name was Martiros. We did a quickie in the LA River. Fun times.

R72 that was actually a mostly nice story

#67, you should write a book.

For a short time I lived and worked near a truck stop in Ohio.

Slut that I am, I would sometimes go to the truck stop parking lot and restroom to try to cruise (never much happening there). Across from where I worked, there was a clearing in the woods that apparently was more cruisy, and I'd go there sometimes after work.

Most of the guys I hooked up with there were married locals in their car, but one night, a whole group of people were walking by. The leader of the group was a young Latino guy, and told the rest of the group to walk on - they were apparently walking to a house where they were all staying.

He asked why I was there - clearly he knew what happened there and he "tried" to talk me out of it, and of course you can guess what happened next - he then decided he wanted to participate. I didn't say no, though, because this skinny dude hauled out a nice big cock, and I sucked him right there, fairly close to the road.

The hilarious thing was that after he came in my mouth, and started to zip up, he went back to his religious bullshit, sin, etc. and I was like, dude, get the fuck away from me! Typical closeted trash.

Trashiest can be one of the hottest right?

My trashiest fuck was semi-public, hidden in plane sight of everyone. I was at the Cock in NYC. There are so many horny guys of all types milling about there, packed in together. I am aware of my lane as far as looks. I am not a bad looking guy but in NYC good looking will just get you in the door in some places. At the cock I would say I am middling, plus I am short. But there was this tall attractive guy - dark hair, younger, sexy body. For some reason he zoned in on me and at one part of the night while I was standing packed in at the bar he got down on his knees and was sucking my dick while I sipped my drink. It was just hot having this tall guy, shirtless at this point sucking on my cock while everyone else was just standing around doing their own thing, go-go boys going at it on the bar getting sucked by patrons. Anyone who knows the Cock knows it's this type of place - dive bar, open sex club.

Just a side note, in my experience I have come across tall bottom guys who fetishize shorter top guys. And he, I would say, was one of them.

There is was a small bathroom packed with action at this particular incarnation of the Cock. I think this was the 2nd and 2nd one. I went in just to see what was going on. I like to watch as well. I saw the tall hot guy in there making out, jacking off with another guy. He sluttiness was hot to me, especially considering he didn't have to be. He looked over his shoulder and saw me standing there and went back to making out with the other guy. But he reached back and pulled down his pants. He wanted me to fuck him and I did. It was hot because he didn't stop what he was doing or barely acknowledged me, but I fucked him until I came. It was so hot. That was a short evening for me there. Because after that, what more could you want?

R81 your post reminded me of a Sunday afternoon I spent at Touche in Chicago.

I'd say I'm similar in looks, a bit on the beefy side, usually invisible (a million like me) and generally I'm more of a bottom. But on this particular day, a very hot, tall leather dude in full leather regalia zoned in on me, and after a half hour of chatting, and a few beers in me, he unzipped me right there and was sucking me off. I shot off in his mouth and he kept his mouth there.....until I realized he wanted my beer piss too, so I fed him what he wanted.

Pretty fucking hot. And definitely trashy.

Maybe I am a slut because a handful of these posts are mine. But they are over many years. And living in NYC for two decades, it's quite easy to rack up the trashy stories. Not all of them are fucks, but all did end in nuts.

It's me back at the Cock again. I loved that place because it was shamelessly trashy, but it wasn't a leather bar. It was mostly younger east village, Brooklyn types, curious tourist. It lead with being a dive bar where sex went on. It actually had good music and affordable drinks. This time it was a German tourist, another tall guy, lean wiry. His body was tight and beautiful. He was there with a friend but we started chatting and making out at the bar. I've found if you are still, people come to you if appear to be OK, being alone. We chatted and made out a long time, but I told him that "I live here, you don't, go enjoy yourself." I think he really liked that, that I wasn't trying to keep him all to myself. I said I'd watch him. And that I did. He went into the backroom area, and it was like fresh meat. Guys started touching him and going down on him while he just stood there. And he watched me watching him getting molested. Being watched was a big turn on to him and watching is a big turn on to me. He definitely had the body for it. It was a perfect match.

I ended up walking him back to his place where he was staying at some airbnb in the east village. His buddies were asleep inside and he had no place to really play, not that that was the dynamic anyway. But I said I wanted to watch him cum. So I sat down against the wall in the hallway while he pulled up his shirt and pulled down his pants. I was looking up at him jacking off, touching his body, his nipples. And he shot the biggest load all over me and my shirt. It was really hot. I walked home from their in the early hours of the morning with his cum drying on me.

I should preface this by saying I’m not into scat at all. But also, I am not particularly grossed out if a “Hershey’s Kiss” slips out in certain, unexpected hookup situations. It’s not like I’m rimming a guy in that instance.

This makes the story at r72 charming still, but r71 an unfortunate trashy whore; one that reminded me of my own “wtf?” moment.

My husband had been chatting a guy up on an app for a few weeks. Finally a Friday came around that the three of us shared off and figured it would be a great way to start off the weekend. The only catch? He had to drive about 40 miles from a smaller city to our place in a bigger city.

Everything starts off well enough, and after a bit of foreplay and kissing we are naked, his legs are up and his mouth is full. He’s a happy boy until…. The smell hits me. I look down and his ass is leaking a runny brown mess. It hits the sheets. When I pull out, a bit of a poo geyser follows. It’s on the floor. It’s on the box spring. He jumps up, but doesn’t clear the bed so there’s a brown buttprint on the sheets too.

He and I run to the shower, hubs is choking back the dry heaves while clearing the bed and airing out the room. I’m trying to be gracious in the shower, accidents happen, right?

Then he says… “I guess I shouldn’t have stopped at Dunkin’s for a coffee on the ride up.”

WTF?!

I got fucked a couple times by a middle-aged, skinny, short, horse-hung carny in a one ring, one tent traveling circus. In his vintage teardrop camper. I spotted his huge cock bulging down his stained, thin, satin trousers during the show and made eyes at him. He winked so after the show I went out by the trailers. This was all in a parking lot in a small Swiss city. He was friendly and an alcoholic. But he got rock hard and it was over 10 inches. I loved the ambiance. I went back every year when the circus came to town.

Baby cried the day the circus came to town.....

"...and that is when I realized we were laying in raw sewage."

R84 I’m dry heaving reading that. Very descriptive.

Oooof.

I'm glad that Jesus took the wheel on this thread. It was veering into scat troll territory.

Darn, I didn't read the most recent posts. Jesus let go of the wheel.

"... and that is when I realized we were laying in raw sewage."

Maybe it was chocolate (NSFW)?

I was 17, at a high school basement party where several attendees ended up too drunk to go home and passed out on the big party pit sofa. I ended up getting fucked by a guy I didn't know very well as he went to another area school and just happened to be friends with the host. Anyhow, he had one nut.....ONE. He claimed to have been born that way. I didn't buy his story but was too drunk and horny to care. We had a great time but I ended up with gonorrhea. Apparently the one nut wonder had no problems getting laid. Never messed with him again and never told him of my diagnosis. This was the 80's and I was humiliated. It could have been much worse. No protection used. Stupid teenagers.

I was horny and there was some poo. I pooed. There was poop. A hot guy made entirely out of poop approached me and asked if I wanted to go back to his place and poop. We walked along a street made of doo doo. He lived in a house made of poop. The bed was made of poop. There was shit everywhere. We pooped in the poop of poo and pooed poo that popped in the poop. It was the poopiest poop that ever pooped. Shit.

^^^^

Hello Scrotie McBoogerballs, it’s been a minute.

R93 Well never in all my life.

Fuck R32. That was intense.

Kinda dumb on that guy's part as you knew where he lived.

[quote] What was your trashiest fuck?

Might be the afternoon I spent at the Toolbox in Toronto where, after a few beers, I crawled into a bathtub on the back patio.

Whereupon five or six really hot guys all came over to the bathtub and pissed all over me, and then some of those guys started jerking off, as I did, and shot their loads on me, which brought more pissing guys, and then more jerking guys, and more cumming.....I lost count but I was a wet sticky mess when I got out about 15-20 minutes later.....reeked of piss and cum for a week.

Yikes.

Clutch those pearls! Crack em open, Mary!

South Mountain Reservation. Essex County, NJ. A hot, hot, and humid summer night in 1983. The police close the gates at dusk, but you could park in the lot at the front gate and walk into the park. There was also a set of stairs to a Millburn neighborhood. On this night the clearing in the woods behind the overlook had over a dozen guys. The sweat, the smells. It was an impromptu orgy of sucking and fucking, of piss and hands. It was the best and trashiest night of sex.

I fucked a guy who had a little tail on his back in SF.

Anytime some poster claims straight men have no standards when it comes to sex, I’ll link to this thread.

I know I've shared this here several times but whatever.

The night I was at the Bijou in Chicago, got a few loads splashed on my face and down my throat.

Left there and was walking to the nearest CTA stop (which I think was only a few blocks away), not realizing I had missed the time when it was open. Banged on the door for a minute, turned around and there was a Chicago cop behind me. I explained I'd missed the time the station was open and when he asked where I'd been, I told him.

He made me get in the back seat of his cruiser and after looking at my ID said, "you smell of cum. You smell like the inside of my shorts." At that point I was pretty sure I wasn't in trouble and somehow, I had the sense of mind and balls to say, "I don't know what that smells like, sir."

Needless to say, I was invited to the front seat where I found out. Blew him in his cruiser, while he was in uniform.

Couldn't tell you a thing about the guys I sucked at the Bijou but I'll remember the way that cop looked and tasted until the day I die.

So many to choose from. In chronological order: 1. Mid 70s in Madison WI. City has an annual Art Fair around the Capitol Square, One of the exhibiting artists was showing this huge dick and balls down the left leg of his shorts. I cruised him and got him home after the fair shut down for the day. Found out when I got him home it was all window dressing; cotton padding and such. He didn’t have a bad dick, but I guess he thought it paid to advertise. 2. Mid 70s in Milwaukee WI. Hooked a really built guy in the bar. At my home (sharing with roommates) he went to the bathroom. When he came out he was pretty flabby, lousy sex. Did not stay the night. Found out the next day from roommates there was a corset, left in the bathroom, with big old bacon stripe shit stains (think Female Trouble scene where Dawn Davenport gets fucked) in the corset. I just about died; the roommate threw out the corset so my trick never got his foundation garment back. I ran into him some weeks later and he denied the whole thing. 3. Mid 90s in Madison WI. Still living in Milwaukee, went to the Sunday beer bust at Rod’s. Met a guy also from out of town who let me know he was into receiving piss. I was into it, since we had no place to go in Madison, I took his beer can to the john and pissed into it. I returned it to him, and he drank my piss on the patio in a crowd of people. I kept drinking and refilling the beer can. He visited Milwaukee two nights later, and we had a proper fuck (after he drank more piss).

Did you really confront that guy about his soiled corset?

R105 Yup.

Not quite sure it was trashy, but it was helluva lot of fun.

Early 90s...I was in Munich. I returned to my hotel after having dinner with my American grad school professor/advisor and his girlfriend. We did not know we would be in Munich at the same time. We bumped into each other at the American Express Office to cash traveler's checks (remember those?) earlier that day.

I decided to have a drink in the hotel bar.. As I sat at the bar, I noticed a good-looking, dark, curly-haired man a little older than I was at the time (I was around 30). We kept on eying each other and smiling in that coy way. I finished my drink, paid the tab, and left the bar, all the while maintaining eye contact with this man. I walked through the lobby to the elevator. While I waited for it, he came up beside me. We were the only two there. We both got in, and as the door closed we were all over each other. I remember him grabbing my crotch and butt and kissing like crazy. He was European (not German) and spoke to me in English inviting me to his room. I accepted, and we continued making out while stripping. Looking back and afterwards too, I realize it was risky given the times (we did not engage in anal sex). But I remember trying to tie him up with neck ties and towels (I'm kinky). I have no idea what his name was. I did not spend the night. I still remember how wonderful kissing him was and smelling him on me later.

R107, What does your professor have to do with the curly-haired pick up?

R107 what the fuck was trashy about that story, Mary! Genuinely curious for you to be specific. The trashy part was....?

The only possible trashy element of R107's story would be the hotel. (R107 and curly-haired stranger locked eyes in a hotel bar.) However, must trashy hotels don't have a bar.

These sound like outtakes from "Cruising"..

I once sucked off and got fucked by a sleazy trucker in a sketchy motel. He wasn’t even hot I only went with him because he said he had coke. There was no coke of course. He wanted me to spend the night and passed out after we fucked. I snuck out and went home.

Not exactly my fuck but:

I was fucking this very tall muscle slave bottom Who promised he would do whatever I said to do. I’d gotten rimmed and blown and fucked him and came in his ass. He was still begging me and asking what he could do to please me. He said I’ll do anything, Sir. I asked him if he would have sex with anyone I chose? He said, of course sir. He lived near a dive gay bar that I was going to randomly pick someone out for him. It was a warm night out, so I took him by a park near his home. There were a few homeless men sleeping under trees. I saw one of them was looking at the two of us, I went over to The homeless man and said my friend wanted to suck his dick. At first he declined, but I said my friend would pay him $20. The homeless man stood up by the tree and pulled out a huge dick. The slave got on his knees and went to work, ehile, I instructed And cheered him on. The homeless man came in less than five minutes. The slave said He had the most putrid smell he ever experienced. He said he couldn’t get the sent out of his nose for a week. I laughed, but I never used the slave again.

One of my friends said he got fucked by a hot older guy but that the guy was a hoarder.

He went back twice and the second time he said as the guy was shooting his load he saw a cockroach on the ceiling. I ran out of the room before I could hear any more sordid details.

This thread is making me sick I don’t know why I keep reading it 😂

Such disgusting stories R115!

And disappointingly few of them. 😕

WARNING: This thread is NOT for pearl-clutching prisspots.

If you are the kind of MARY! that needs to immediately SPRINT into the shower after blowing a load and scrub yourself with Brillo pads before bleaching your bedsheets for a week.....this ain't for you, gurl.

Some of these remind me of...

There is a difference between Trashy and Disgusting. Trashy can actually be hot and not need to be disgusting.

R118 wow, I hadn't thought of that book in forever. It definitely went there.......

R108, I just remember the events of that day

[quote] Not quite sure it was trashy, but it was helluva lot of fun.

Notice, R109 and R110, how I prefaced the story.

I could argue that we had our bit of fun and went our separate ways without ever exchanging names might qualify as trashy, but that might be lost on the witless.

I was voted Number One by every victim I've encountered.

It doesn't scrub off.

In Hudson, NY about ten years ago there was an old antique queen who had a sever cuts on his face. A large diagonal scar across his jaw and one across his eye that messed up his eyebrow. He was about 65-70.

The rumor around town was that he was into “plating,” which is when someone squats/straddles a glass table and takes a huge dump that spreads out like a turn blossom. And someone is underneath the table looking up and jerking off because it’s a turn on to them (that would be the old dealer).

This guy was quite well off and would pay local, trashy boys (of which there were many in Hudson’s decrepit past) to come perform this stunt for him in his shop after hours. His shop was very high end, old school antiques. He would use the finest, fanciest glass-top tables to do the deed.

Reportedly, one time the boy didn’t understand the strength of the glass and he crashed through after shitting and really mauled the antique guy’s face underneath.

So when this guy would be walking around Hudson years later and two queens would pass him and notice the scars, afterwards they’d look at each other knowingly and whisper, “Plating accident.”

I've never had one. I've never even had an orgasm in my life.

In my early 50s while on vacation in Hawaii. Had half a few hours to kill before flight but had checked out of hotel room. Looked around on Scruff. A guy hit me up and invited me over. I knew he was 70 but looked pretty good in pics. And no one younger wanted me so I agreed to meet him at his condo. He met me outside and told me he was married. Wife was out but his brother was in living room. Convinced me to climb tr back fence and crawl into his groundfloor bedroom window. The bedroom definitely looked like an old lady had decorated it. Let him blow me and left as soon as possible. Out the window again. That’s when I knew I had to reduce my use of gay sex apps.

Well I never in all my life

These are all like Bonnie Mace stories coming to life!

More trash fucking please!

Stay the fuck outta my trash.

Nothing on this thread really even comes close to the heinousness of that book at R118.

From the Wikipedia entry at r118

Marr joins with a homeless man from West Virginia, who goes by the street name "Leaky.

In a canoe in a national park, it turned out to be hilarious. I would be afraid of getting arrested doing that now but in my 20s I wasn’t so concerned

A billionaire who funds JD Vance, Ted Cruz, and Josh Hawley

How did I sink so low?

I think R97 wins the thread.

Though, he wasn't actually fucked. So maybe not?

(Don’t judge me), but a guy in a sex club in Gran Canaria who was clearly off his face on something, he had a zombie look about his eyes (and wasn’t even particularly hot). Immediate turn off.

[quote] Marr joins with a homeless man from West Virginia, who goes by the street name "Leaky.

How did a homeless chinaman end up in West Virginia?

But did you fuck him anyway

If you’re asking me, r137, he’d already got his zombie claws on me when I realised he was off his face and vacant looking but I quickly managed to get away and left the place and never went back. I was trying to bolster my self esteem after a horrible breakup. It backfired.

R134 I went back to the same place on my next visit and got fucked by three French-Canadian skinheads from Quebec. So that might win me the trashiest crown.

So much foreskin.....so, so much foreskin

three French-Canadian skinheads with copious foreskin sounds like good luck, not trash.

Got really wasted in a piano bar one night and went looking for a gay bookshop. Couldn't find the joint but did find a homeless guy who was into blow. Took him back to my place and gave him some coke for the road afterwards, and he said, "I usually get a lot more than this" as if he charged for sex. Then I discovered he'd found my stash and had stolen everything. A year later, I had painters coming in, and while stripping my bookshelves, found the stash where I'd hidden it while the creep was in the bathroom.

What? I thought he stole your stash.

So did I because I was wasted and forgot I'd hidden it while he was in the John.

Where was the fucking in R141’s story?

The fucking happened right before the cocaine partying gift.

The fucking happened right before the cocaine parting gift.

I used to let the 80 year old down the street "gumm" me for years- probably from 17 thru like 20. Clarence....... RIP. He'd take his teeth out going down & slip them under the sofa on a plate, then sneak them back in when he was done. I knew......

Donald Trump, 2006

You win, Stormy!

In the early 80s, I was doing a "semester in Moscow." Russia was still communist but not randomly throwing Americans in jail like today. We did a sort of field trip to Kyiv (which was a part of the Soviet Union back then) and once we got there we were pretty much on our own. Cruised a guy in one of the central squares and he motioned me to follow him into the subway and then led me to a huge, tiled bathroom, took me into one of the stalls, pulled down his pants, bent over, and demanded that I fuck him. Once I shot into him he disappeared. These days when I hear about Ukraine being invaded, I think "been there, done that."

R150 Мэри!

Nyet - голубой

You'd think there were no gays in Russia from the official party line. Or no gay sex, anyway.

I have a friend who lived in Russia for a semester when he was doing this Ph D work. He said he was followed home one night by a big burly guy who flashed a police badge. When they got inside the room where he was staying, the guy said, in broken English, "You like the big penis, no?" and hauled out a huge dick. My friend did, in fact, like the huge penis, and ended up slurping and riding on it several times during the rest of his visit.

It's actually something we say randomly every once in a while, just randomly....."you like the big penis, no?"

^ Arrest that man!!!

r151, r152 -- дівчата! дівчата! ви обидві повії!

Had to laugh at whatever post mentioned dirt stains on the knees of their khaki pants.

I was visiting a friend and spent an afternoon at a not-quite an adult bookstore but not quite a bathhouse place and blew a few guys....learned my lesson to never wear khakis if kneeling is in the cards. LOL

Lauren Boebert

Ted Cruz