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"Type" is a pretty personal thing. I remember when I was younger and "hotter" I'd see these really hot guys going home with what I thought were ugly old men, and as I get older (and fatter) I see hot jocks and athletic guys who totally like a guy with meat on his bones. So curious what types you like. This one is just for tops - there is another thread for bottoms. Versatile guys can vote in both...

The Craigslist stuff has been deactivated. It's not deleted (yet), so if you're missing it, say something and it can be restored...

Let me be clear... Even if I do turn on Facebook integration, it will be optional. Trust me, I'm not going to enable Facebook for my profile... To me Facebook and sex/porn/adult stuff just don't mix. Personally, I can't understand Treasure Island being on Facebook, but maybe there are those of you out there who do mix Facebook and sex.

Last time I tried to register 'rawTOP' as a user on Facebook social friends started popping up in suggested friends and my boyfriend told me he saw rawTOP in his suggested friends. That completely freaked me out and I won't go near Facebook for any adult or porn stuff. Some things just don't mix... There are Facebook integration options I can use on this forum. I just assumed everyone was like me and didn't mix Facebook and sex, but I just noticed Treasure Island has a Facebook page, so I'm wondering whether you guys want Facebook features for this site. If you do, I'll need someone to work with me on testing the features. REPLY to this thread if you want me to turn on the Facebook stuff. Otherwise I'll just leave it turned off.

I'm debating deleting all the stuff I've pulled off Craigslist that you see in the regional hookup forums... For example, all the stuff in the Good NYC Craigslist Ads Forum. Do you guys like them or should I stop it and toss the posts?

I love this... There's a law on the books in New York that possession of condoms is legally admissible evidence of prostitution. Unfortunately, they're trying to repeal the law, but apparently NYPD isn't endorsing the repeal 'cause they like using condom possession in prostitution cases, and the Mayor won't endorse it until NYPD does. Pretty funny, eh?

I used to go to a doctor who specialized in HIV. He had been specializing in HIV since it had been called "gay cancer". He once said to me that he hadn't met a guy yet who said he got HIV from topping whom he believed. Personally, I believe a few guys have gotten it from topping, but VERY few.

While poz tops in Canada have to watch out or they might get arrested, poz bottoms in Canada now have a green light to not disclose their status. A judge in Canada has found that HIV negative tops are not at enough risk for the poz bottom to be charged with a crime if he doesn't disclose. That's a huge step forward.

A 29 y.o. Canadian guy from Ottawa (Steven Paul Boone) who went under the handle 'chasingpoz' on some bareback sites was arrested and charged with aggravated assault on an 18 y.o... Here are some of the news articles if you want to read more about the case...http://www.cbc.ca/canada/ottawa/story/2010/05/07/ottawa-sex-partners-man-infectious-disease.html http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Canada/2010/05/07/13862511.html http://www.ottawacitizen.com/health/positive+faces+assault+charges/3001809/story.html Based on his messages elsewhere he was a bug chaser who got into being a gift giver once he tested poz. Here's one of his posts on another site... And then later... And a little later... And a few days later... You get the idea... He liked pozzing neg guys but wasn't always so upfront about his status and now it's blown up in his face...The moral of the story is don't lie about your HIV status if you're poz. Then again, I've NEVER had a neg bottom ask me my status every time we hooked up. I think the guy is lying about asking all the time, but that's just me... The other moral of the story is that if you really want to stay neg, don't get barebacked and take loads 'cause guys can be lying to you...

Obviously most poz gay men became poz by getting fucked bareback. There are exceptions, but that seems to be the rule. The connection is there, but how much do you think guys think about it? On the one hand you could have a guy who love to bareback but would rather not think about the whole connection to being poz, while on the other hand you have guys who totally get off taking poz loads and getting "recharged", and then there are all the guys in between those two extremes. What do you think is typical?

I'm a 22 year old male, in a monogamous relationship. The boy and I had been having a dry spell from sex for a while and I was really craving some cock. The boyfriend had gone out of town for the weekend, so I decided to hop online and find some hot action to curb my needs. It was a busy weekend and I had been working a lot, but finally found sometime on Sunday night. I cruised all the regular sites, and found a hot older top on manhunt, who was about 6'2, brownish hair, blue eyes, muscular build, dom top, and best of all, an 8.5" cock which looked as thick as it was long. I emailed him and had a response right away saying he would love to meet up, get inside my tight little cunt and take all my cares away. He said he'd bring the condoms, lube, and cum. When he got to my place, he was exactly as pictured and couldn't wait to get into his track shorts to see if he truly was packing. We started making out, and found our way to the bed I share with my partner. I sucked his massive cock and tasted precum oozing from the tip like a faucet. He had his hands all over me and I could feel myself losing it. "I want to fuck you" he whispered in my ear. "Sounds great - wrap it up, and lets get to it!" He went searching for the condom in his wallet . . . "Shit, I forgot I used the condoms that I store in here!" "Damn!" I thought, but told him "Alright, well, get over here and we'll get off without penetration." So he climbed back on the bed and we continued to make out. We had gotten so aroused that I found myself spreading my legs for this stranger without even realizing. We had positioned ourselves so that he could easily have maneuvered that fuck tool inside of my throbbing cunt anytime he wanted. I justified the risk by convincing myself his bare cock won't do any harm as long as he pulled out before he came, so I grunted out as much to him, and he readily agreed. It felt so great having that hot fuck tool in my ass, and it seemed like we could fuck forever. That is, until I thought I heard a noise from within the house. I ignored it, because it had been fairly windy that day and blamed it on the creakiness of the house. "I am getting SO fucking turned on, I'm holding back from cumming!" he told me, and we agreed again that he would pull out before he came. I then realized the noise from the house had been my boyfriend. He walked into our bedroom to find this stranger penetrating me - raw - in the bed we share. I knew I had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. "You didn't tell me you have a boyfriend!" exclaimed the stallion who was assaulting my ass, who then turned to my boyfriend grunting "Sorry, guy - I didn't know, but just so you know, "I'm HIV+, but I haven't come in him - I'll pull out." "You're positive?!" I freaked, feeling my whole body tense up from the sheer shock of it all. "Pull out . . ." I started, but realized that by my muscles tensing up from the stress, this had forced my pussy hard around his ever-throbbing cock. I saw his face tense up, and his whole body started to convulse. I realized that he was shooting a huge load of poison jizz inside of my unprotected hole. I could feel it burning as it shot into the depths of my being, forever bonding our DNA together. After his release of pleasure, he pulled out and everyone was silent. I then noticed that my boyfriend had stripped all his clothing off and taken out his own 7" thick rod. "I'm gonna fuck that juice inside you so it really holds on, babe" I knew this would be the start of an even hotter relationship...

I am an average guy in looks and weight, I have always had a thing for hot guys every since I was in school. and after finding out about the rest stop near my house I found that I was able to get what I wanted from the guys that hung out in the woods at night. I was only 19 and had a nice body from playing sports but I did not care about my body I just wanted to have a guy use me for his pleasure I wanted to suck and be fucked as often as I could get it. I had always dreamed what it would be like to have 2 guys use me as their cum dump. and on this one hot August night i got just that and more. I had played around with a couple of my friends with bondage and loved it, but on this night when i walked up into the woods I felt as if some one was behind me. I was right their was and the guy who was very hot looking wasted no time in small talk. I stopped on the trail and stood next to a tree when he walked up to me and with out saying a word reached down and grabbed my cock and balls in his hand. my cock got hard in a flash. all I had on was a pair of my nylon sweatpants so the guy got a good hold on me and asked if I liked to suck cock. Before I could answer he told me to get on my knees and and as I did this he pulled out his hard cock all 8" of it. I opened my mouth and he plunged his hard cock down my throat. as I tried to breath he fucked my face shoving his cock in and out but before he shot his wad he stopped and held his cock in my mouth. He asked if I was a good boy and if I liked to have a guy use him as a cum dump, I tryed to say yes but all I could do was groan and grunt the answer. so he said that must mean yes. Before I could do anything he slid his cock back down my throat and then put a leather collar around my neck. this scared the hell out of me but also had me excited at the same time thinking was my dream going to come true? Before I could think about it to long I was pulled to my feet and had a leash attached to the collar, I was then walked down the trail and around the end of the chain link fence. I had never been around the fence and never new the trail went any further than the fence. As I was walked down the trail I was told I was his slave and him and his friends would have fun with me and they would show me what happens to cock suckers when they get collard. My mind was running wild wondering what he was going to do to me, know I was scared and I no longed had a hard cock. I wanted to run but he had a tight hold of the leash. we topped a hill and I saw a large rock with 4 other guy's standing around playing with their hard cocks. now for some reason my cock was hard agin maybe because i was thinking they would see us and help me. I was wrong they did see us but they helped the guy I first meant. As I was walked up to the group I thought to my self I am finally going to get to have group sex and I was getting excited, and now I wanted more and wanted them to use me. every guy their was in there 20's and early 40's. Before i could say anything I was stripped and hand cuffed then they started to grope my balls and finger my mouth and ass saying I would make a good bitch. My cock was so hard and droolin precum like crazy. I started to lick and suck one of the guys balls then I moved to another guy and yet another before I got to the last of the 4 guys the master of them all shoved his cock down my throat and told me to suck while his boy's make use of my tight ass. I had no complaints on that. I was getting what I always wanted and enjoying it until I felt a cock the size of a ball bat force its way into my tight ass he shoved it in and held it still the pain turned to pleasure as he started to work it in and out making me moan and groan. while he fucked my ass the fist guy fucked my face after he guy in my ass blew a wad of cum in my ass he pulled out and another took his place with a repeat performance all the while I was still sucking the hard cock of the first guy. All at once I felt his cock throb in my mouth and next he shot his wad in my mouth but before he was done he pulled out and shot some cum into my hair. I had no time to do anything because his cock was replaced by another. I sucked it till he shot his cum down my throat this guy shot wad after wad down my throat making me swallow every drop then I had to lick his cock clean. Once he was done the last guy started to rub his cock on my face and in my hair smearing precum all over me. and then his cock was shoved down my throat and he held it their. until it twitched and he flooded my throat with hot piss I had it running out of my mouth as he kept pissing down my throat and in my mouth, before he was done he pulled out and soaked my hair in hot piss. that did it for me I shot my load with out even touching my cock. And as I was blowing my wad the guy in my ass pumped me full of his hot cum. Then the guy who had just pissed in and on me took his place behind me. He must have been close because he no sooner got his cock in my ass and he erupted in one of the biggest orgasms I have ever felt in my ass. he filled me full pumping wad after wad into my gut's. then he just held it in me and told me I am going to make a good bitch for their group breeding party. That is another story. But my dream did come true and I have been used by them since and also found out what happens if you are tied up and left in the woods.

Guys I HIGHLY recommend fucking this bottom... He's the real deal. He was one of my gangbang bottoms last year (got about 13 loads at the gangbang and probably 100 or so over the weekend). Guys love fucking his cummy ass - you will too... Here's the video of me whipping and fucking him 2 years ago at IML...

I would add TRAVEL to that... Making the top come to you will drastically reduce the number of loads you get. I'd also add that you don't have to have a great body to get lots of loads. There are plenty of guys out there who get into bears and chubs. So even if you think you're all that attractive you can still get lots of cum in your ass... In fact I think "average" guys might get more cum because they're often less picky about who fucks them and the sex can be just as hot with other average guys...

Let's say your a bareback bottom in a major city. You're either single or have a boyfriend who likes it when you get fucked by other guys, and you don't have a lot of other major commitments. So you've got no major obstacles to getting fucked - you can pretty much look for dick whenever you feel like it... How many loads do you think a bottom like that can get in a year? I've come to the conclusion lately that a bottom could easily get 5 to 10 loads a week - or 250 to 500 a year. You don't even need to be gym fit. There are plenty of guys out there who would rather cum in your ass than jack off or you can go to a bathhouse a couple times a week. So bottoms - how do you stack up against the averages? If you're not getting the loads you should, how can you improve things to get more loads?

OK, the video hits every major stereotype except maybe cross dressing - you've got shirtless bears, shirtless gogo boys, guys checking out each other in at urinals, shower sex, late night hookups, and lots of silly gyrations, but it says a lot that straight soldiers would go this far to say they don't have a problem serving with gay guys... In fact I think they think it would probably be fun...

That was your first load ever? What got you to bottom? Any reservations about it? How much did you know about the guy before you took his load?

[Not particularly bareback, though there is some bb sex in the story, but hot nonetheless...] When I started on my first cycle I was about nineteen. I had just entered college the year before but had already decided that I wasn't going to try for any teams as I didn't have time for it, but I wanted to keep working out and keep in shape. My desire to grow larger soon turned into an obsession as I became a serious, albeit young, bodybuilder and worked out six days a week. I had hit a plateau and been stuck there for months. I tried everything - varying my workout, vitamins, pills from magazines and such, but nothing really worked. This guy in the gym I was talking to one day then offered me roids. I thought about it for a bit - I knew the side effects, of course, but figured if I was only on them for a little while it wouldn't be a problem, right? I don't drink or do any drugs, so my kidneys and liver seemed okay. It wasn't until I'd been on the roids for two years that anybody ever mentioned it. Taylor, my boyfriend for the last four months or so, asked if I ever thought about the side effects. I told him of the kidney and liver stuff and how I always checked out okay. "Not that," he said. "Look at your balls, man." My balls had always been a little small. I have small genitals and will admit it; it's never really mattered as I've always been a bottom. I'm okay with it, and never thought anybody really cared until Taylor said something. "That can't be good for you," he said. "Have you ever tried injecting natural testosterone?" "You need a prescription for it. I'll try to cut back, though." I meant it, too - I really liked Taylor, and if he wanted me to cut back then I would at least make the effort. The problem was, when I did I started losing mass. I'm 6'1", and went from 240 to 230 in just a week. I went back on them. Taylor said he understood, but still wished I could give them up. Once my attention had been brought to my balls I started paying more to them. The longer I was on the roids the more they shrivelled. I wasn't really sure how I felt about it, but Taylor seemed to actually enjoy that particular effect - he liked having a huge lover with a small cock, and not much in the way of balls. We lay in bed one night, him fonding me, and he brought the topic up again. "I've been thinking," he said. "We could get you a prescription for testosterone patches." "Yeah? How?" "Well, we'd simply need to prove a medical need for it. You would have to stop producing it otherwise." "I doubt I produce it now." "So do I, but we would need to guarantee it, and there's only one way we could do that." "What?" I asked the question already knowing the answer. "Castrate you." He let that soak in for a bit and then continued. "You've already essentially done it to yourself, and you've said before that they didn't do much. If you actually didn't have testicles, then you could get the prescription." "I don't know..." Castration seemed a little severe. "Ah, it's just a though. No big deal." He rolled over. I thought about it that night, and the next, and for some time. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea, but I wanted to go further. I wanted all of my more or less useless genitals gone, just smoothed over. So, one day I told Taylor. "Remember how you said I should just have myself castrated?" "Yeah." "What would you think about me having a smooth groin, no cock, no balls, no nothing?" A lump grew in his jeans, and I knew he needed no convincing. The real problem now was finding someone capable of doing the operation safely. At the time we were just looking for someone to cut my balls out - we knew my cock would be harder to get rid of so figured we'd wait on it. It took two months, but we found somebody. The guy used to be a medic in the Marines. We talked to him a bit on the phone and told him about me. He seemed excited by the prospect of castrating a guy like me. We drove down to see him. He met us at the door wearing just shorts. The guy was about 35, pretty well built. He shaved his head bare and looked like he did his body too. He invited us in and looked me over, seeming pleased. "Why don't you get naked and we'll get started?" I stripped down and he gave me a quick exam to make sure I wasn't going to have a coronary or anything when my balls came off. While he did, Taylor and I talked to him a bit. "So how did you get into this, anyway?" Taylor asked him. "Cough," he told me, and I wondered why he cared about my shriveled nuts. "When I was in the service I had to do one once on a boy who got shot through his balls. I was in him, cutting the things out, and as I did it got more and more horny. This kid was about to lose his manhood, and I was taking it from him. "Got me thinking. This kid was a Marine, the best of the best, supposedly the manliest of men, and he had no balls. Thinking about it got me horny, and I wanted to do it again. "I got lucky as hell about it nearly a year later when some boys got into a fight over something; I never knew what. My guess was a woman because one of them tried to slash at the other boys' groin with a bayonet. He got him square in the scrotum but the other kid still stood - that boy was an ox, he was - and started beating the other boy in. Got so pissed he started kicking the other boy in the crotch so hard he crushed both of his balls. "So here I come in. The boy who get kicked was treated first, and his both had to go. I was almost so horny after finishing him that I couldn't do the other boy. "I examined him and saw that he would be fine - he got cut, and you bleed a lot there," he looked up at me, "Bend over son," then just continued as he probed my prostate. "I'm ashamed to say it, but even though the boy's testicles were fine I told him they were gangrenous and had to go. "The kid took it like a man, though. I cut his suckers out and nearly came when I did it. When I left the first thing I did was go to the showers and jack off. When I got out I looked at my underwear; they were soaked in precum." He stood up. "You're good enough, boy. Come on." We followed him into the room he did this stuff in. "After that I was an addict. Anytime a kid had anything wrong with his balls, I used every excuse I could to nut him, even if I could only take one. Pretty soon, my desires changed a little." We walked into the room. It was a miniature operating room with a table in the middle, sink, cabinets, and a tray with some instruments and such on it. He yanked off his shorts to reveal his groin. Taylor and I both noted with some surprise that he had been castrated as well, but more...his cock had been mostly cut off too, leaving just a stub about an inch long, and currently as erect as a stub can get. "As you can see, I decided that I wanted to be cut a bit as well." He lay me on the table and put my feet into stirrups hanging from the ceiling, then strapped me down to the table. He stuck my cock with an anesthetic and while it went numb kept talking. "Castrating other guys was still a thrill, but I wanted more. As time went on I realized that what I was doing to these other guys was what I wanted to have done to myself. So,after getting up the courage," he was now putting disinfectant all over my cock, "I castrated myself. It wasn't the smartest idea, but I managed it and nobody found out. I took two days sick, as I was still a Marine at the time, but afterwards managed to recover quickly. I was back on my feet in a day or so, although, I don't recommend working out for at least a week." He washed his own hands and put on rubber gloves, laying out his tools while he waited for the disinfectant to dry. "The thing was, even after castrating myself I wanted more. I prescribed myself testosterone shots, and it was like nothing had really changed. I wanted more. "It took a long time, but eventually I managed to find someone willing to do it. He said he knew how to do this sort of thing, and that he had done them before. I believed him. "He put a catheter in my cock anesthitized it, then cut all the way around the base. It seemed like all was going well until I started bleeding big time. He didn't seem to know exactly what to do, and as he started to panic I had to talk him through it as I lost consciousness. "I found out later he had ended up calling a hospital. They fixed me up okay but I never saw my 'cutter' again...good thing to; I would have killed him. They asked what happened, and I told him the last thing I remembered was being hit over the head with something heavy. They seemed to buy that. "It took a few weeks to recover. I was transferred to a military hospital to recuperate and offered a medical discharge, I think just out of pity. I faked remorse - I was pretty pissed off about it, but secretly happy that most of my cock had been removed. "I took the discharge, and here I am. I still get off on this stuff, and like gelding men willing to let me." "So how many have you done?" I asked him. "I'm numb, by the way." "Twenty, maybe twenty-five. All manly men." "We are looking for someone to take his cock, by the way," Taylor mentioned. "You want us to let you know if we find anybody reliable?" "Hell yes - I want all of this," he motioned toward his mutilated groin, "off! You ready, son?" he asked me. I nodded. He started slowly with the scalpel. It hurt a little - enough to be annoying, but not really painful. The first incisions were vertical, down the length of my rather small scrotum. Once the cuts had been made, he worked out the balls with his hands. They looked so naked - like little raisins. Once the first was out, he snipped it off and tied off all the blood vessels and the vas deferens, then did the same with the other. After some quick cleanup work with blood vessels, and removing as much of my scrotum as he could safely do, he stitched me up and wrapped a tight bandage about my cock. Afterwards we sat around and talked some. Taylor got naked as well and they fooled around a little. Later, after I felt like walking, I downed a plate of aspirin and we headed out to get some dinner - I had been told not to eat beforehand and was starving. We all seemed to get along really well together, actually, and ended up making plans for a threesome whenever I healed. Heal I did, and quickly. I went on the testosterone patches Tom prescribed for me almost immediately. Within a week my cock didn't hurt any more, even when I got erect, and there was no blood in my cum. I was still a little nervous about sex, though, so waited a few more days, about to burst - no sex in a week and a half; I was about to explode. About two days later I pretty much tackled Taylor. He fucked my brains out. It felt like his cock was hitting the base of my brain, and I remembered that he hadn't had sex in a week and a half either. I even fucked him a little, just to make sure everything really was okay. It felt fine; a little sore later but no other problems. We invited Tom over for the promised threesome, and it was okay. He was really into dildos, so my ass hurt a bit after he gave me a working over. He also like to get fucked himself, so we settled on Taylor working his ass and me playing with his stub in my mouth. He really seemed to get off on the muscle trip, and when we went to standing position would have me flex while he felt it and I sucked. The testosterone patches weren't quite as good as the normal roids but worked, albeit slowly. I wore three or four at a time when Taylor wasn't looking; he only wanted me on one or two, max. What happened was that the steroid muscle slowly turned into more lasting tissue - normally when you go off them, you lose the extra muscle pretty quick. I did lose some, but with the huge testosterone boost I was getting it helped pick up some of the slack. The first time I went back to the gym after my castration I worked out as normal, in fairly snug shorts and a tank, which quickly ended up in my bag. I had shaved my body before coming and hadn't gotten to show off to anybody but Tom in the last week or so. I got the reaction I look for - smaller guys looking at me with awe, larger ones with envy, and the truly huge with more understanding. After stretching/preening a bit, I went into my set as usual. I'd lost a little from the week off, but my energy level was high so overall did well. When done I dropped my shorts and walked in the showers as usual, not even thinking about my recent alteration. I soaped up and watched the guys come into the shower after me, and gave them the usual show. I did notice more of my hair coming out on top, which took my attention for a moment. I turned around to wash my hair and then remembered: I had no balls - these guys could see that, easily, especially with my small cock! I turned back around and washed, worried that somebody had noticed. I didn't hear anything, though, so when done I wrapped my towel about myself loosely and got dressed quickly. Some of the guys I usually saw bullshitted with me, and I was pretty sure nobody noticed. As the weeks passed, I started taking more chances - showering the old way, back towards the wall for longer periods, wondering if anybody would notice or even care. I still got looks at my body but nobode seemed to see it. I figured they were too entranced by the muscle. I heard a comment about my small cock once but still they didn't say anything about the absence of testicles. When Taylor found a guy who said he could do a penectomy, I thought all that was over with. The guy turned out to be a fake, so I won a small reprieve. About a month later he contacted a guy who seemed to be for real, though. He could do the whole deal, he claimed - urethral relocation, total penile tissue removal, the whole bit. We decided to have it done in about a month, when the guy could take a vacation. I got even more bold showing off my genitals, and finally one guy seemed to notice. His name was Andy. Nice guy, probably gay, nearly as well built as me - better chest, worse legs, hot. We were dressing at adjacent lockers and he asked me if I was on roids. "Sorta," I told him. "Got patches." "Just thought I'd point it out, man," his voice got lower, "Your balls are tiny, dude." "No, they're not," I told him, smiling. "Man, I can hardly see 'em...some guys have been talking about it." "They're not small, man, they're gone." He snorted at this and then looked at me wide-eyed. "You're kidding me. You don't have balls?" "Had 'em removed about two months ago so I could get patches and go off the roids. Liver damage n' all. Here..." I whipped it out. "Feel it." He wrapped his hand around my cock and tried to feel for them. It got me hard, of course. "So you can still get a hard on?" "Yeah, the patches are testosterone so everything still works. Cum's a little weird - clear, and not much of it. Otherwise it's all the same, at least, for another two weeks." "What happens then?" "I'm getting my cock cut off." He just stood there for a second, and looked at my cock in his hand. He looked me over for a second or two, then back down, his own cock slowly becoming hard. "Holy shit." We both got dressed in silence, me wondering what he would say and silently cursing myself for letting it spill. I had kind of wanted to and kind of didn't, but now it was done. I kept glancing at him, trying to make out an expression. "Totally smooth, huh?" he finally spoke. "Yeah." Another pause. "Can I get a friend the same deal?" Andy wanted his lover cut as well. He told me they both had some fantasies about it for awhile but had never taken them seriously because they didn't think that sort of thing was possible. Andy didn't have much in the way of balls either but his cock was nice. His lover was about average as well in the ball department, but like me, had a tiny cock. He was even worse off, though - even erect it looked like all he really had was a head poking out of some skin. Andy wanted to be castrated as well but liked his cock, and actually was looking into enlargement. We contacted the surgeon and he said he could do three, just not all on the same day. The two weeks passed all too slowly. When the weekend came for it to happen we were all pretty nervous. Tom and I were sititting on our couch. Andy was pacing and his boyfriend, a guy named Curtis, was playing Solitaire on the computer. Taylor had gone to pick up the cutter from the airport we flew him into. With his two seater he had to go alone, leaving the rest of us here to get nervous as hell. Tom spoke up. "Any of you want to use those cocks of yours one last time? I'm fuckin' horny as hell." All three of us spoke up, so ended up pairing off. Curtis and Tom made it on the couch while Andy and I took each other on the floor. Andy was usually a top and I a bottom, but since it was my cock that was about to get cut off we switched, at first anyway. It was only the second time I'd fucked anybody since I'd been castrated myself. It still felt a little weird; I kept expecting to feel my balls swinging at least a little bit. When I came it felt different too - without the cum to be forced out of my testicles, the only spew came from my prostate. I'd always been aware of that feeling before, but never noticed it what with the cum spurting out. Now that I did, it felt like the orgasm came from not just my balls, but my whole midsection. It was definitely different. We swapped places and went at it again. As he kept pounding into me I decided that having my cock gone would easily be the best thing for me - much as I liked using it, being on the receiving end was so much better. Right as Andy came in me I looked up to see the door open and Taylor walk in with the cutter. When I saw the cutter, I came - not because of what he looked like but what he was going to do to me. "Looks like I've got my work cut out for me," he jibed. He introduced himself as Eric. Andy and I finished up and washed off, and Tom and Curtis soon followed. Once we were all clean, dry, and naked, the cutter had most of his stuff set up in the bathroom. We figured that it was the best place since the blood would be easier to clean. Eric was a pretty good looking guy with slender, compact muscles. Tom was going first, so as he prepped him we talked a little. He had done four penectomies so far and two straight castrations. Turned out he was a med school student. He had gotten started when a transsexual he'd met offered him $500 to emasculate him/her. He ended up getting a real thrill out of it, and afterwards the transsexual made sure he had more business. Still, he wasn't really into effeminate men and said the chance to nullify real men was way more of a turn on. I didn't get to watch as Tom's stub got removed. The bathroom was too small to fit in an observer as well as Tom, Eric, and Taylor, who was acting as surgeon's assisstant since he was the only one not getting something removed. The rest of us just watched TV naked, jacking off or being jacked as we got horny. After two hours or so Tom was done. He was way groggy from the painkillers, so we put him on my bed with a towel between his legs. He was conscious enough to know to stay there and not play with his crotch, anyway. I was next. Eric dabbed on the disinfectant and I watched his erection grow as he looked at my body. Within minutes I was lying in the tub with my legs spread, groggy and barely conscious from the drugs and trying nto to squirm from the catheter being inserted down my pisshole. I watched as the scalpel dug into my cock for the first time. It hurt, but it was an odd kind of hurt, like somebody else was the one being cut or it was my cock but far away. Within minutes I was watching Eric slide it off of the catheter and dropping it into the tray Taylor held. Taylor looked like he could have supported the tray himself with his erection. Maybe it was just the drugs, but it looked as big as I'd ever seen it. After that the drugs really kicked in hard and I drifted. I was vaguely aware of Eric poking a new pisshole out lower down but it wasn't as clear or intense a feeling as the cuts into my groin had been. Then, it was all over. Taylor washed me off while Eric left, and then he and Andy carried me in next to Tom, who was passed out. I didn't wake up until the next day. I felt like I'd had the worst hangover of my life - my head was pounding, my muscles aching, and every time I moved my groin screamed at me. Tom was still next to me. "Hey...you awake?" I muttered. "Yeah." "Did they leave us any painkillers?" "Yeah. Just a second." He leaned way to the right and grabbed a bottle of pills and a thermos. "Here. Don't take more than two." The water was warm, but it helped me get them down. After half an hour or so they kicked in. I felt nauseous but better. A glance at the clock told me it was 7. Taylor walked in. "I thought I heard voices in here. How are you two feeling?" We both groaned in unison. "You two hungry at all? Curtis and I were going to run out and get some pancake mix or something for breakfast before he and Andy get cut." I wasn't hungry, so just nodded my head. "You guys want a TV in here?" Neither of us seemed to. "Okay. We'll be back in a bit. Andy'll check on you every few minutes or so." Andy did so about ten minutes later, and that was the last time I saw him as a man with testicles. I dozed off until that afternoon, and by the time I was awake he was a eunuch and Curtis a smooth as me and Tom. We felt okay to watch TV by that point and eat a little bit. Eric was staying until Sunday. He came in and changed the dressings and hung out a little bit. I wanted to walk some but he wouldn't let me. The most embarrassing part of the whole deal was that I couldn't even piss freely. Even with the new pisshole there was still the catheter since I couldn't walk. I had to pity Taylor as he was the one to empty them all. By Sunday Andy was up and about, albeit slowly. We said our goodbyes to Eric and he made us promise to send pictures. After that Tom and I dosed up and spend the next day in a daze. Around Tuesday I was able to walk slowly. Anytime my legs rubbed against my catheter it hurt like a bitch, so I had to waddle with them slightly apart. I had enought muscle control to keep from pissing myself, though, and Wednesday the catheter came out. My whole midsection was black and blue, and Eric had left strict instructions that I was not to work out for at eleast two weeks. Andy and Curtis went home then but said they'd give us a call in a week or so if we wanted to get together. Tom stayed at our place all week until we were both moving again, then took off himself. That Saturday I could wear pants again. As weird as not having a dick was, it was weirder having the cotton of my underwear rub against it. Taylor and I fucked like crazy as soon as I felt up to it. It was really weird - I would get a very slight tightness in my groin when I should have had an erection, and then when I managed to cum, there was an orgasm but, without a prostate, nothing came out, not even the slight dribble I had become used to. My nipples got a lot more sensitive without the comparatively more powerful stimulation my cock used to give. For that matter, my whole skin seemed more sensitive. The orgasm came from deeper inside me now, instead of just my cock or absent balls. I started back at the gym as soon as I could - I had a lot to make up, what with not doing anything for two weeks. My muscles were straining for a workout. My usual admirers were there too, as was Andy. I kept noticing surprised looks when they glanced at my crotch, now totally empty. There was still a nasty yellowish bruise, but it was healing quickly. Andy seemed to enjoy teasing them, and eventually showed off his groin, with its nice cock and no testicles. Once my bruise was gone, I tried working out one day in tight briefs, showing without doubt that there was nothing down there. It was weird - when I had been castrated I worried about people finding out. Now that I was totally nullified, I enjoyed showing it off - I wanted people to know. There was the occaisional nervous comment about it, and I'm sure people talked, but this time I didn't care. Taylor seemed to be really enjoying it, too. He didn't have to bother with reacharounds if I couldn't cum before him any more, and even though I was taking the testosterone like crazy, my sex drive had decreased. Sometimes I didn't cum but didn't want to, and well, sometimes I pretty much had to attack him. Andy told me about Curtis every once in awhile. Apparently he had a hard time at first but was better now. Curtis didn't want hormones and was planning on slimming down anyway - he just wanted to be Andy's tool, used when necessary. Andy said he had been having hot flashes pretty badly and night sweats, but they had mostly disappeared at this point, and he was happy being for the most part asexual. Andy himself hadn't had any problems at all. He was still on megadoses of hormone and loving it.

A number of us aren't going to IML this year because IML has taken an anti-bareback stance this year and thrown all the bareback-related vendors out of the Leather Mart. But if you're going anyway - what better way to say fuck you to their no barebackers policy than to have tons of bareback sex at IML? So post here that you're looking. Post any fuck parties you're having. If you hookup with someone who's done a posting and can recommend them - post saying they're a good fuck. Including pics will help get you more attention. And you may post your room numbers but don't do it unless you'll be around your room a lot. But if you're just going to be a cumhole who stays in his room and takes loads from anyone and everyone then a pic and a room number should give you some traffic... I'll be stickying the cumhole and party posts that look the most promising...

I'd put it another way - SUBMISSIVE bottoms leave the decision to the top. Not all bottoms are submissive.

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Don't understand the question... Why would a sub bottom need to cum? A versatile guy, sure. Or maybe a non-submissive bottom... But I don't think I've ever been with a submissive bottom who wanted to cum... Sub bottoms are supposed to go home and jack off to what just happened. It's also OK if they cum without touching themselves. But their dick is pretty irrelevant to the hookup with the top. Do other tops agree?

I can't say I've done it, but I even find long hair on a guy a distraction - so can't imagine that I'd be into it. And then you have to listen to a female voice and deal with all the baggage that comes with women and sex... It would be enough to make me go soft really quickly...

This is a cute video from gay hip hop artist J.R. - He's head over heads in love with his boo and wants to marry him. The 'boy' is fuckin' hot, but it's not all that clear whether he's into J.R. or just likes the attention... But I think this will be one of those songs that lots of gay guys use when they're in love and want to get married... I think it's funny that they didn't pull up their pants and their underwear was showing even when doing the bungee jump thing in the mall...

One time many years ago I had this black guy want me to call him a nigger while I was fucking him. He was really hot and I sorta liked him, but at the time I couldn't bring myself to do it. I've gotten over that block, and think it would be fun to get into that sorta dynamic with another black bottom, but I'm sorta scared to call a black guy a nigger without knowing it's OK with him. So white guys - have you ever had a black guy who wanted you to call him a nigger or have you ever just done it? How'd it go? And black guys - would you find it hot if you were bottoming for a white guy and he started degrading you and calling you a nigger or would that turn you off completely? Any tips on how to know when it's safe to "go there"?