I spent today being sucked off by men in a sex cinema as I sniffed poppers, my wife has no idea but she hardly ever sucks me, so am I justified?
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I didn't write this, I saw it in Playboy once, enjoy.
There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy... He was nothin' like me or you,
'cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do.
As a kid, he sat in the cellar...sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, he breathed helium on the sly, and his life became an endless search to find the perfect high.
But grass just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night,
and the great things he wrote when he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light.
Speed made him wanna rap all day, reds laid him too far back, Cocaine-Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back.
He tried PCP, he tried THC, but they never quite did the trick. Poppers nearly blew his heart, mushrooms made him sick. Acid made him see the light, but he couldn't remember it long. Hash was a little too weak, and smack was a lot too strong. Quaaludes made him stumble, booze just made him cry, Then he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew of the perfect high.
Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat...lived high up in Nepal, High on a craggy mountain top, up a sheer and icy wall. "Well, hell!" says Roy, "I'm a healthy boy, and I'll crawl or climb or fly,
Till I find that guru who'll give me the clue as to what's the perfect high."
So out and off goes Gimme-Some-Roy, to the land that knows no time, Up a trail no man could conquer, to a cliff no man could climb. For fourteen years he climbed that cliff...back down again he'd slide . . .
He'd sit and cry, then climb some more, pursuing the perfect high.
Grinding his teeth, coughing blood, aching and shaking and weak, Starving and sore, bleeding and tore, he reaches the mountain peak. And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf, and he snarls the snarl of a rat,
As there in repose, and wearing no clothes, sits the god-like Baba Fats.
"What's happenin', Fats?" says Roy with joy, "I've come to state my biz . . .
I hear you're hip to the perfect trip... Please tell me what it is. "For you can see," says Roy to he, "I'm about to die, So for my last ride, tell me, how can I achieve the perfect high?"
"Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats. "Another burned out soul, Who's lookin' for an alchemist to turn his trip to gold. It isn't in a dealer's stash, or on a druggist's shelf... Son, if you would find the perfect high, find it in yourself."
"Why, you jive mother-fucker!" says Roy, "I climbed through rain and sleet,
I froze three fingers off my hands, and four toes off my feet! I braved the lair of the polar bear, I've tasted the maggot's kiss. Now, you tell me the high is in myself? What kinda shit is this?
My ears, before they froze off," says Roy, "had heard all kindsa crap; But I didn't climb for fourteen years to hear your sophomore rap. And I didn't climb up here to hear that the high is on the natch, So you tell me where the real stuff is, or I'll kill your guru ass!"
"Okay...okay," says Baba Fats, "You're forcin' it outta me... There is a land beyond the sun that's known as Zabolee. A wretched land of stone and sand, where snakes and buzzards scream, And in this devil's garden blooms the mystic Tzutzu tree.
Now, once every ten years it blooms one flower, as white as the Key West sky,
And he who eats of the Tzutzu flower shall know the perfect high. For the rush comes on like a tidal wave...hits like the blazin' sun. And the high? It lasts forever, and the down don't never come.
But, Zabolee Land is ruled by a giant, who stands twelve cubits high, And with eyes of red in his hundred heads, he awaits the passer-by. And you must slay the red-eyed giant, and swim the river of slime, Where the mucous beasts await to feast on those who journey by. And if you slay the giant and beasts, and swim the slimy sea, There's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards the Tzutzu tree."
"Well, to hell with your witches and giants," says Roy, "To hell with the beasts of the sea--
Why, as long as the Tzutzu flower still blooms, hope still blooms for me."
And with tears of joy in his sun-blind eyes, he slips the guru a five, And crawls back down the mountainside, pursuing the perfect high.
"Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone, Facing another thousand years of talking to God, alone. "Yes, Lord, it's always the same...old men or bright-eyed youth... It's always easier to sell 'em some shit than it is to tell them the truth."
I confess I got really horny yesterday and fucked manhole.
For years I've been fantasizing about meeting up with a trans/cd. Spent countless days on clist/doubllist, but never actually went through with it.
I'm on vacation now and have been browsing, with the actual intent of following through. Something about being away from home makes me less nervous about it for some reason. After a day of edging and looking/posting ads, I didn't get anywhere with any promising trannies or cds. I was extremely horny though, and suddenly the males responding to my ads started to seem more appealing.
I talked to a guy who was also on vacation and wanted to do something discreet and anon. Said he would be waiting in his hotel room, ass up. Said he had condoms and poppers if I wanted to use them. All I had to do was show up, fuck him, and could leave without seeing his face. He was older (52, I'm 29) and beefy, but something about it all really made me horny. I told him I would come and he said to email when I was close and he'd crack the door and be waiting for me.
His hotel was relatively close, so I walked about 20 min there and emailed him when I was outside. My heart was pounding the entire time. He gave me the room number and told me to come up. I nervously walked in the lobby hoping no-one would see me. Thankfully the covid masks provided a little more anonymity. An older couple came up behind me while I was waiting for the elevator and came on when I did. I never worked so hard to avoid the eyes of other people. Never felt so nervous in my life. I could feel my cock shrinking from the nerves and I wasn't sure if I would be able to actually do this.
I got off on the floor and got to his door. Stepped in and closed it behind me and saw this bear of a man waiting ass up on his bed. The room smelled of lube. I quietly walked over and felt up his hairy ass and dipped a finger in his wet hole. I took my shorts off and started jerking my cock up. Grabbed on of the condoms next to him and slid it on. I entered his bubbly hairy ass slowly and his hole slowly relaxed and felt incredibly velvety. More so than any pussy I've fucked. He sniffed his poppers and put them near me. He started moaning and bouncing off my did and it felt amazing. I tried sniffing poppers for the first time but don't think I got a good sniff. His hairy booty bouncing off of me felt so hot though.
I tried the poppers a second time and took a longer sniff this time. I felt the rush seconds later and started grunting from the pleasure. I had to pull out because I didnt want to cum. I could feel my dick trembling to my heart beat and could feel my balls swollen with cum. I was intoxicated with horniness. He whispered, asking if I came, and I said not yet. He told me to take the condom off and breed him. In the heat of the moment I agreed. He took another sniff of poppers. I took off all my clothes except my shoes and flipped him over. I want to cum in him missionary. He laid there blindfolded. His smallish cock popping out of his hairy pubes. I took another long sniff of the poppers, held it in, and mounted his chubby bear body.
I exhaled as I entered him raw and felt the rush. I started moaning and fucking him hard. His velvety manhole pulsing on my cock put me in a state of lust I've never felt. He whispered, "knock me up full of your cum. breed me." I held him tight and he held me.
I came intensely and what felt for like 20 thrusts. It was loud and wet. Unlike any orgasm I've ever had before.
Almost immediately after cumming I started to feel regret and gross as I lay weak on this man's body, and slowly pulled my cummed up dick out of his ass. I quickly got off him, got dressed, and got the fuck out of there feeling disgusting the entire walk home until I showered.
It's now the next day and I can't help feeling horny remembering my wet balls slap against his lubed up ass. I'm planning to fuck as much man ass as I can for the rest of my vacation. Knowing the post-cum disgust I felt, I'm not sure I'll actually pull the trigger again, but will keep you all posted.
anyone ever jack while sniffing poppers???
Just checking in 'cuz it's been a while. My GF now lives with me. I totally miss spending all the personal time I did on Motherless, getting way gacked and poppers and playing with my self for hours. Although her and I fuck on a regular basis, nothing gets me off more than the material here (and other places) while sniffing the RUSH that I love so much. I hope you all are doing well and I hope to sneak on here whenever she's not around to get my fix. Fuuuuck, I love Motherless, lube, poppers and hours of time alone!! =) Be well my friends!
I just tried poppers for the first time.
Well, that was lame. I sniffed the bottle like a dog, but the effect is next to nothing. Little heartrate elevation for a few seconds, but no rush, no glow, no relaxation. Not even the anal muscle relaxation.
Really don't get why people would want to take this stuff.