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The summer of 2012 was the big eye opener for me as I was able to stay the summer in NYC with James. I did not go crazy working as an escort as I posted an add on Rentboy just a few times. Only a few times did I bottom as Topping is where the money is. I did have clients who became regulars as they were very nice and treated me really well. That summer James took me to some clubs that were real hit or miss with a lot of people, but we did meet some who we started to become friends with. As the end of summer was coming we were invited up to this nudist camp ground for males only up state NY. for the Labor Day weekend. From the time I arrived it was like fantasy land with really hot guys running around naked. Doing all type of things from just fucking to me seeing for the first time a guy getting fisted suspended by rope from a tree, I was hooked. Also some playing with whips being lead around by a leash as it was my introduction into Gay Male Leather scene. When we came home we found out more about S&M as we found some clients were into S&M as its fun. At this time I only played safe as I was scared to death of catching somethings. At the LGBT center on 13th st. They Would preach to you it's safe sex only and would hand out condoms by the hand full. When school started I would only see clients who I like and trusted to help me with my living expensive so I could go out more to the clubs. I was underage so to get into any of the Gay bars was not easy, but James was able to get me into the Eagle bar on 28th st. where a lot of the Gay Leather men hang out on Fridays , Saturday's or Sunday afternoon. As we both wanted to learn more we heard about the Tes group where they have classes on BDSM the only thing its pan sexual group. Then we heard that Gill Kessler Tes that he has classes for Males only its 6-10 Sunday at his home with maybe 12 showing up and all he ask was $30 for everything. Gill is well respected and very good teacher, we got a basic in rope , how to use a flogger, cane , Saran Wrap , E-Stim and other things. As Gill would say, is why do you put someone in rope? It's to fuck them so we both wanted to learn more about rope so we went to some of Erin Houdini classes in Brooklyn. Erin is trans and the classes that are of mix group of people but we were there to learn rope and we did learn a lot. We learn it's not about the rope but how you put the rope on and take it off as it can be sensual or brutal. In January of 2013 James is given 2 tickets to the NYC Black Party by one of his clients who we are going as his escort, as I have no idea what kind of a party it is but we get a gift card from him of what to get and where to get it from. We head over to the Leatherman on Christopher Street not far from our home. We tell them what we want and are taken down this small spiral staircase. There we are fitted for a chest harness leather pants and other things. As I'm being fitted I'm being eye balled by others in the store and the one fitting me is doing a fine job of grouping me as he ask me to get down to my underwear and I like the feel of leather on my skin as I put on a show as I bend over for thous in the store. The one who is fitting me is real friendly and says you are one big tease. What can I say about the Black Party it's 24 hours of dancing people fucking and sucking in the side areas and one big blast. After a few hours a friend ask if I was tired and I said yes as he pulled me real close to him and kiss me and passed somethings to my mouth and said this will get you back up and it did, I later found he had given my first hit of E and he gave more later. James and I walk this client around the Black Party like he was out slave and let him over to one of the side room and set him up to be gang bang, guys came from all over and for the first time I saw BB being done to him. I was a little shock as at that time it was safe sex only. James has body piercings since I met him and I really like them so for Christmas 2013 he took me over to the tattoo & body piercings place on Broadway north of Canal St. I was getting my right ear, both nipples and the Prince Albert. The ear was first and nothing then the PA and that I was scared shit of. The pain was not as bad as I thought as the Piercer Brian was very good , then the nipples as I though the PA would hurt the most but I was very WRONG getting the nips pierced was PAINFUL. When I went to pee the first time it was bloody and hurt but the second time was easy. I will not be fucking anyone for weeks till the PA healed, that’s OK as I like getting fuck better. I'm really doing well in school and I was given an internship that's to die for, I have a loving BF who has given me so much as being Gay here is so normal and so much fun. 2014 June we hear of PrEP and that it can protect you from becoming HIV infected if you take it as you should. So condoms are no longer needed as James and I have fucking each other raw for over a year now and I love the feeling of fucking or getting fuck raw and the cum that comes with it. Everyone else it's always with a condom. We find out in August we can get on it and we both follow the rules about taking it by the book. The first time I tell someone who we know is POZ to fuck me raw he says are you chasing and I say no as we are on PrEP, he never heard of it. He fuck my brains out and so did a few others and I love the feeling of my hole full of cum leaking out. 2014 way my first time going to MAL in DC & IML in Chicago. We had develop a group of friends who we started to play with and at MAL in January I wanted to see if I could take a fist. They set me up with the very old guy who at first I was turned off by but once he started working on my hole my opinion change fast, he was so gentle with me and a few hours his hand was in me and he work me good.I've I never had cum so much before as he work his hand in me . Since then when we can meet up I'm will to be his hand puppet any time as I've become a slut for his fist and anyone who is good at it. I learned I can be a real tease but there are pay back if you do it to the wrong people and thous pay backs can be very painful. In 2014 we started playing with GHB , Tina as well E and popper. At first I smoke Tina but I did not like it till I inject it and my first booty bump I was then I was hook for it. After we were confident that PrEP would keep us safe we both went nuts for raw dick and parTying. 2015 was a real blur as most weekends we were parTing and being real sluts with taking any dick in front of us. The group from up state that we know from the nudist camp has a place we call the barn. It a large farm for NY and they set up the barn as a dungeon. We would meet a few others and car pool up and once in the car the party would start by giving me some G or T at first it was a very small dose till they saw the effect it would have on me. At the barn it was like heaven or hell at times and going through the hell was worth it for the heaven. At first we would be there for 2 days then it would be 4 then a week. The summer of 2015 we spent a month up there and I would lose track of time. Spend a day in a sling all slammed up with dicks dumping loads in with someone fisting at times and it was never enough for me. Thanksgiving week we went up to the barn, there were some new members but we did not care as the G has done its job and being slammed the fun was just beginning. When we got home I was really sore as my hole took a heave pounding. I was going up to the barn for Christmas break but I had to get some work done for school and I was not feel great. Right after NYE I caught a very bad cold as my BF had one but his passed in a few days, but mine lasted for over 2 weeks. I was running a 101-102 fever and my body was hurting all over, I was scared until I started feeling better but something was not right. On 1/20/16 I went to the Doctor to get my regular test but somehow I was called back and the test on 1/28/16 now said I was HIV POZ with a VL of 700,000. 3/02/16 My VL numbers have not drop that much , but my BF numbers have drop. They might have to change my meds or maybe I’m one of thous where nothing works, time will tell.

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - ELBOW DEEP PARTY IN HARLEM About a month ago, my candy-man and his roommate were having some issues with their landlord and asked me if I could maybe come down to their place, look over their lease and give them some advice. I had finished my appointments for the day so I told them okay. I got to Washington Heights in less than 30 minutes and sat down with them to examine their lease. They filled a huge water pipe with lots of magic crystals and proceeded to have me blow clouds with them while we discussed their problem at length. In 90 minutes or so, I had outlined a way for them to resolve their differences with their landlord that would satisfy both sides, and they were ecstatic. Now they'd kept me hitting the pipe quite generously and gifted me with a nice amount of tina to take with me as a reward. I was now somewhat tweaked, very horny, and in Manhattan late afternoon on a Saturday. Unfortunately, neither of them was up for pnping, as they each had non-sexual appointments they were on their way to. Before we finished our puffing festival, I checked Chempigs.com on line to see if anyone was nearby and up for hosting. Fortunately, there was someone only 20 blocks away - a guy I'd been trading messages and emails with on the site for some time, always hoping we could play, but never being able to make our schedules match. He invited me to his place immediately and I hopped in the car and headed to Harlem. It took only 5 minutes and amazingly, I got a street space only a half block from his building. I gave him a call when I parked as he needed to come to the lobby to let me in. Good thing I found that close space as it started to rain for the first time in weeks as I was heading to his building. Clayton met me at the lobby door and escorted me to the elevator and up to his apartment. It was a nice - and really large - apartment, and it peaked my interest that it seemed like there was someone else home. Clayton led me to his room and shut the door behind us, looking me up and down and nodding while saying "finally". As mentioned we'd messaged and cruised each other on line but timing had never worked out before. Finally was right! I pulled out my supplies and filled his water-pipe with some quality crystals, and we puffed and shot-gunned as we stripped each other and got things started. Clayton turned out to be 40-ish, and very tall - at least 6'5" or so, to my 6' - and very lean. He's Trinidadian, beautiful cafe au lait skin and a light dusting of hair on his chest leading down in a treasure trail to his pubic patch, which framed a long cock, not quite as thick as mine but definitely longer! His long legs led up to a perky bubble butt also with a light dusting of hair. He really went for my hairy chest, legs, balls and ass and my pale skin. After making out and puffing and getting each other hard as a rock, we had to break so I could quickly clean up in his shower. As I was about to go, he asked if I'd be interested in his roommate joining in a couple of hours, and I told him that it sounded like fun to me. He smiled and picking up the pipe, said "Let me introduce you guys before you hit the shower." Going out into the long hallway, we passed the front door and the bathroom and continued down to what looked like a workroom filled with (unusually for New York City) hand tools and hardware. And also filled with Clayton's very hot roommate, Rod. Rod was facing away and on the phone, dressed only in leather shorts, boots and a harness. He turned hearing us enter and quickly told the person on the phone he'd call back in 5 minutes. Rod was probably around my age (just turned 53), and a shorter, stocky, muscular African-American guy with much darker skin than Clayton's, and he looked awfully familiar. We traded shotguns off the pipe while Clayton introduced us, and we both mentioned that we were convinced we'd met before. Rod told us that he needed to get back to his client and do another two hours of work then we could join him in his much larger play room. We headed back down the long corridor and I jumped in the bathroom with my kit to do a quick clean up and out. I had my travel-ready straight pipe and took a few hits to aid the process, gargled a little mouthwash and headed back to Clayton. He was naked and puffing, stroking while he watched some bareback leather porn I brought. I guess Clayton had been tweaking for a while before I got there, as he was totally AMPED and ready to go... so enthusiastic that I had to imagine he'd been frustrated from playing for at least several hours. In a minute we were on the bed locked in a 69 hotter than any I'd had in some time. It was a beautiful cock, and long, and thank god, I was on top during this segment since although I deep throat well, that amount of length might have been an issue if he decided to face fuck me from above. After long mutual suck jobs, we hit the pipe again shotgunning every hit, and making out between. Finally, we each took a huge hit, followed by each taking a nice huff of Maximum Impact and slid back down to a 69-Rim session, this time with me on the bottom with my neck boosted by a couple of pillows. He had a hot tasty hole that blossomed under my eager tongue; from the sounds he was making, and the enthusiasm with which his beefy tongue was raping my hairy hole, he was a very happy camper. Once our holes were getting sloppy and open it was time to get them filled. While he hit the glass cock, I got behind him and sank into that hot warm chute and starting a slow grinding fuck while he spun out his clouds. He definitely was going for my girth, and asked to turn on to his back for deeper penetration. As face-to-face is my favorite position to both top and to bottom, I was more than willing to comply. We fucked for a while with me on the bed with him, then I got down on the floor to stand with his long legs over my shoulders while I really wailed on his hole at his request. All this time we were either furiously kissing or biting and sucking the others nips and neck. More clouds and we switched... it took a little patience, and maximum impact, but he got that entire length into my hole and fucked me in several positions, making me feel incredible the longer we went. For another hour we would literally pull out of each other and without moving switch top and bottom, filling and being filled. It was heaven. Time came for a break and to join Rod. Some piss play and a quick rinse in the shower and we were moving all our equipment and materials to the very large room at the end of the apartment. Rod had his king size bed and all sorts of leather, restraints, dildos and toys, lubes and porn screens in there. I filled his water pipe and we got spun some more as Rod stripped the leather shorts off to reveal a flaccid cock as thick and long soft as mine is hard. Now I normally have no issues with my endowment - it is average length and greater than average width and I very much know how to use it - but there are times when I'm playing, especially with African or Latino guys that I just have to kind of sit back and marvel, and get over a minute or two of feeling inadequate! The rest of Rod was worthwhile to, a very hot muscular ass and he appeared to be naturally smooth all over... well, he probably did shave his head a bit, but not the body. I brought out some G and we drank some, smoked more, and began to get down to more chemmed up man-sex. Each of us fucked the others, and I was lucky that Clayton had gotten most of my stretching done prior as Ron went in without pause and started his fuck on me. After the mutual all around fuck we broke for a bit more refreshment and clouds and that's when Rod and I remembered where we'd met. A mutual friend of ours on Central Park West used to host Tuesday Afternoon pnp parties about 10 years ago and we'd encountered each other there a number of times. That also reminded Rod that I was a Fisting top, one he very much enjoyed getting hand-balled by, and we knew what would happen next. Working with Rod's "special lube" - a private combo of crisco and j-lube laced with tina and tina piss, I began working fingers into his hole. He was flat on his back on the edge of the bed (a waist high bed) while I alternated sitting on a fuck stool or sitting on Clayton's cock as HE sat on the fuck stool. Very shortly, I was stretching Rods opening alternating four fingers on each hand, determining which arm would be better, finding it to be the left, I sank all five fingers in to his welcoming manhole. He was literally squealing with delight over the attention to his hole, and I pulled my special maneuver. Being double jointed and still flexible from my dancer days, I can rotate my wrist 360 degrees without much problem - by stepping over my arm, now butt to butt with my fistee, I can continue the turning in the same direction. Stepping over with my second leg, I return to facing my fist-bottom and can still complete the rest of AN ADDITIONAL 360 degree turn. 19 out of 20 fisting bottoms seem to go nuts over that! And then of course, I can reverse direction and do it again the other way, bringing myself back to where I was. During the session, Clayton went from fucking me from behind to sitting on Rod face while I blew Clayton or kneeling so Rod could blow him and I could rim him. Anytime I went for deeper penetration, Clayton went behind me again so I could assure eye-contact with Rod. We played several more hours in various combos and I headed home, promising to come back for both more group play and one-on-one's with each hot man. The following Tuesday, I got to do so with just Rod - I arrived at about 11AM - this time Rod took care of the party favors. We blew clouds, had a bit of G, did booty bumps and began a day long session. It was a wild day - though I fucked Rod on and off, most of the time I spent as a top I spent fisting since he was so delighted with last time. I was in his unbelievable hot muscle ass up to my elbow on my right arm, and just past my elbow on my left. And I got both hands in at the same time past the wrist. In exchange, Rod fucked me pretty frequently with that big thick cock of his. And get this... he gave me four loads. FOUR LOADS. I kid you not. Since I spend more time in most sessions topping, I don't get to be bred too often. So, even once is special... but FOUR? There were a few large group parties in my long career of man-sex where I was bred three times, and once or twice four... but always by different guys, never four loads from one! And between the chems and the company his huge cock not only didn't hurt, not only felt good, it felt GREAT. We were two happy pigs when I left with promises to return. I hope to rendezvous with Clayton soon, and get them both not too soon after!

Another Real Experience (x 2!) PART TWO - the Porn Star and the Trucker Part Two, The Trucker So, as mentioned in Part One of this double post, I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid recently and it brought back two very hot and very different experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. Part One was about Scott O’Hara, now it’s time to talk about the Trucker… A few years back I was up by the New York/Connecticut border by I-84/684 for a workshop I was conducting. Knowing I’d be heading south in Upper Westchester I had contacted a pair of pig buds who have a home or actually, kind of more of a “compound” really, in the far north of Westchester to see if they’d want me to stop by for some parTy Time on my way home. They were very much up for it, so prior to the workshop I had cleaned out and I was wearing 501s, a black t-shirt and my engineer boots; which I knew would not be out of place at the Acting Workshop I was going to be conducting, strange as that may sound to some. I always got a bit horny conducting these workshops for the 18-20 year old theater students, so stopping at my friends’ place after was perfect. Perfect seldom stays perfect, and that’s what happened that evening. There was an electrical fire at the school where I was conducting the workshop which required clearing the building and ending the workshop an hour and a half early. I texted my buds to see if I could come early, something that normally would not have been too much of a problem, but they texted back that they were stuck in NYC and the train they’d be coming back on would not get them home for another 3 hours, and unusually, there was no one at their place that could let me in until they all arrived back together. Fortunately, they suggested that to pass a few hours until then, since going home and coming back would be flat out stupid and they did NOT want to give up our playdaTe, I should check out the Truck Stop on I-684 near Brewster. They said I could likely find some action to keep me busy and might even find someone hot to bring along for our session later. That sounded like a plan to me, so I headed my car in the direction of I-684. Now since I was a teenager, I’d had many a hot time at truck stops and rest areas all over the country, but interestingly though I’d played with Truckers among others at such locations, we’d always played in the woods, the men’s room itself, or gone elsewhere. Up until this time, in more than 20 years of hooking up at such places, I’d never been inside the cab of any Truck. I’d also had less chances to play at such places as the older I got, the far less time I spent driving all over the country for shows, and the far more time I spent at home in the NY metro area – where such locations with action and no hassle became fewer and fewer as the years went by. I pulled off the highway and rather than park with most of the few passenger cars, I parked further away and closer to the couple of big rigs that were there without making the location I chose totally suspicious. Checking to see that no one but someone in one of the rigs could see me, I pulled my small “travel pipe” out of my leather motorcycle jacket along with my torch and took a few quick hits of T. After blowing a couple of clouds, I cooled it off and carefully packed them back into the hidden special pockets hidden in the lining of my jacket, then zipped up and got out of the car. Once out, I pretty obviously adjusted the package in my 501s while pointedly looking in the direction of the parked rigs, and then sauntered toward the rest area building. There didn’t seem to be any obvious paths running back into the woods and so I assumed any action either occurred inside the building or inside the vehicles. Stopping to read pretty much every sign and map posted outside, I hoped I was at once giving a signal and at the same time wasn’t being too obvious. A smaller, wiry blond white guy in jeans, sneakers, denim jacket and cowboy hat stepped from the shadows behind me and quite obviously groped himself, showing a lot of package for a little guy. I groped myself in response and he jerked his head towards the men’s room, mouthing “follow me”. I followed into the men’s room and rather than going to one of the stalls he led me to the most remote urinals and whipped out his dick starting a heavy piss, while indicating me to do the same one urinal over rather than right next to him. Actually needing to piss as well, a minute passed while we both took care of business. The room seemed pretty deserted as I subtly looked around and he whispered, “lookin’ for action?” I nodded yes and he chuckled softly when he said, “…thought so when I saw you givin’ our girl Tina a kiss before getting out of your car. You okay talkin’ in my truck? This place ain’t too safe.” I nodded yes, and he indicated for me to follow. Trying not to be too obvious, I trailed about 20 feet behind him back toward my car and his truck. He continued past my car to the first rig parked closest to me. Checking to see that no one “inappropriate” might be watching, he popped the passenger door of the cab and told me to jump in. I got in quickly while he jumped up from the driver’s side and then pulled some shades down in the windows. He laughed a bit as he whipped out a glass pipe that was already loaded and took a nice big pull on it before handing it and his torch to me. “I’m only cool with lightin’ up right away ‘cuz I already seen you hit your own pipe earlier,” he said as I warmed the bowl and breathed in the curling white vapor. “Name’s Tom” he said as I blew out my cloud. I introduced myself and he asked what I was up to, and I told him my tale of my workshop ending early and my buds coming home late and looking to play until then, and the possibility of continuing later. He liked the sound of everything I said, but let me know that the rest area we were in had very recently become dangerous as it was being regularly patrolled by the State Police who came through on an almost predictable schedule at night. Any car like mine that was there without the driver inside on two consecutive trips through the lot was suspicious and they would begin to look for the driver assuming there was something going on. “We can play in my rig until your buds are ready for us, but we gotta’ get your auto out of here and elsewhere… there’s a diner right off the next exit where you can leave it for now and we’ll head back on goin’ north and park and play in the northbound rest stop until your buds call, then we’ll head back to your car, leave my rig in the truck parking at the diner and head to their place in your vehicle. Cool?” I nodded yes. “Then follow me bud.” He pulled the shades back a bit, took a look around the lot and since the coast was clear, indicated that I should hurry to my car. I did, and followed his truck as he pulled out of the lot. The next exit and the Diner were not too far away and I parked, grabbed my play bag, and walked over to his rig and got back in the front passenger seat. I got in and pulled the door behind me and laughed when he pulled his jacket aside to show he was naked from the waist down, except for his sneakers. “Pull them pants off and let me see what all I’ll be workin’ with this evening, while I get us someplace more private,” he suggested. As he pulled back onto the road I unlaced my boots and pulled my jeans and black jock strap down and off leaving them in a lump at my feet. My half-hard cock was surrounded by a black leather snap cock ring and he looked at me smiling, saying “fuck yeah”. He got back on the Interstate going north and headed for the northbound twin to the same rest area we met at. He pulled in and parked between to other rigs and proceeded to pull the shades back over the windows. He grabbed his kit with his pipe and pulled himself up into what looked like a loft above the main part of the cab, saying “come on up bud – the boots are hot but please leave ‘em down there, this ain’t the place for ‘em. In fact, get naked down there and just pull yourself up!” I ditched the rest of my clothes, while pulling my supplies and pipe from my jacket and popping them in my play bag and pulled myself up and into his bed/loft/whatever. When I got myself in and my eyes began to adjust, I saw there was a small screen playing some pretty hot looking BB gay porn, scattered pillows, a few bottles of lube and such, and Tom sitting cross-legged heating up the bowl of an even larger bong. He was a wiry little guy, as I said, covered with lots of tribal tatts and several body piercings, with a hairy chest and very hairy legs. Between his legs was a half-hard cock that appeared to be not particularly long, but nicely thick and HUGE balls that explained the big bulge he pushed in his jeans. I liked what I saw, he looked like fun, and the setting was VERY hot to me. He apparently liked what he saw too. I had worn my leather harness under my clothes, so it was in place and highlighting my pecs as I pulled myself over to him. “Fuck yeah, got me a leather muscle daddy… hot damn! I seen you blowin’ some huge clouds daddy, y’all ever share it – you know, shotgun?” “One of my favorite ways to indulge,” I let him know, before sucking in a huge hit, pulling his face to mine and slowly releasing a very large hit into his mouth while his eyes grew wider and wider. As we smoked we started stroking each other’s dicks, and feeling each other up. We chatted about what we were into, and we were both pleased to find the other versatile AND to find the other all ready to play – cleaned inside and out, with just some sweat and musk from the couple of hours since we’d each gotten prepped. Though the porn was hot and so was he, and he was definitely into me as well, it was a bit disappointing that we were both only semi-hard. I was about to scrounge a “vitamin v” from my play bag to split with him, when he stopped me and said he had something better. Seems he kept Caverject in his hidden supply area and though I’d only done it once before and was frankly wary of needles near my pride and joy, I let him shoot both our cocks with a shot and soon we both were sporting major solid wood. We sixty-nined our dicks, and then dove for the holes – he with as much enthusiasm for rimming a hairy hole as me! We took turns sucking, rimming and fucking each other, and passing around both of our pipes. He got on his radio for a bit and found another trucker in one of the other trucks who wanted to join us for a bit and shortly we had a third climbing into the rig and up to our perch… a big hairy bear of a man with a bit of belly, a big fat long cock, a heavy Boston accent, and a horny mind. He puffed up too and Tom gave him the cock shot, and soon he was happily switching back and forth from my hairy hole to Tom’s. He didn’t get fucked, but he was clean, so we each rimmed him while the other was being topped, and he was thrilled to be able to fuck both of us bareback – something he didn’t get to do too often. After dumping two loads, he took his leave of us, and we went back to pleasuring each other. I checked with my buds and sure enough they were on their way home from the train station and told us to head over, excited that I had managed to score a trucker to play with us. Tom pulled the rig back onto the highway, got off the next exit and got back on headed south. We passed the rest area where we met and continued to the next exit and headed for the diner. He locked his rig up in the rear of the diner lot where there were a couple of other trucks, and climbed into my car. Ten minutes later we pulled into the long hidden driveway of my buddies home and discovered my two pals – one a white bearish daddy, the other a younger tall lean Hispanic guy – along with their tenant Bobby who was another bear type, a hot trim Black guy and as usual, a twink who was already flying. Clothes flew, and we all headed to the hot tub outside, and proceeded to party, fuck, fist, suck, rim, double fuck and more until it was time for me to head out. My Hispanic bud promised to bring Tom back to his truck when they were done, and I headed home pleased that I had FINALLY had sex in a big rig!

Well today i have ordered my own tourniquet, got a session planned with a nurse who can hopefully show me how to do my own slams! Its true what they say, once you slam you never go back, smoking and slamming just dont compare! My experience of my 1st slam was rather frightening, when the tourniquet was released i found myself unable to breath as the rush hit, but i did finally. Only downside was leaving a cock ring on too long and trying to double fuck a tight guy with a bigger guy, ended up bruising my dick. Also my up till that point reliable source palmed off some dodgy shit on me which when smoked fucked up my lungs and turned me yellow! Flushed my system with lots of water Nd now 1 month on appear ok, always find i have major guilt attack on a come down, anyone else have this problem?