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I find prayer works, personally.

I don't think Ariana Grande was talking about her partners actual dick. Isn't he a stand up comedian? As a rule, standups are generally compensating for something. Dick size doesn't really matter. A big dick can be fun, sure, and it's certainly aesthetically pleasing which is why you rarely see smaller one's in porn, but there's no buttons a big dick can hit that can't be hit another way. I'd bend over for someone who can look me in the eye and confidently tell me to bend over long before I bend over for a awkward nervous wreck with an 9' monster. That's what I think she was on about. Problem with the internet is it reduces us all to a bunch of stats and likes, which all that stuff that matters far harder to convey.

It's great how considerate and patient your being with him. He's got a role to play here as well though! I wonder if toys might help. I'm a bisexual, and the proverbial 'bi-cycle' of flipping between being basically straight and basically gay for months at a time is very much a thing for me. That means I often find myself in the same position of not being able to take the sort of fucking I want and tapping out between 10-20 minutes because it's just been a while. What made the difference for me is butt plugs. My pre-fuck routine now is a nice hot shower to loosen up, couple beers, douche, ton of lube, gradually working my arse open bit by bit. It's often a bit uncomfortable, but I can take my time and work through it. Even when someone is being as considerate as you, there's still the pressure of 'I want to be a good fuck' or even just otherwise enjoying the moment and being psychologically ahead of where I am physically that I find makes me try to push on through - and that's where tapping out comes from. Getting my arse ready on my own means I can be ready for whatever comes later. The other alternative, of course ,is to just fuck a lot.

@fuckitybi New to taking loads, but loved every one I've taken so far.

So I took my first load the other week. So, for context first, I'm in my late 30s, a short arsed beary stocky bisexual bottom. Most of my fun with guys tended to be in cruise venues - Saunas, bars, that sorta scene. Partly because I love the atmosphere, partly because I love group sex and that's the easiest way to find it and partly because trying the last minute wimping-out rate from arranging hookups, either from me or the other guy, is too high. I'd moved out of London 3 years ago, to a much smaller, much more remote city. To be honest, I was planning to put my cruisy days behind me, date, meet someone, start settling down. I'm a hetroromantic bi - that is, I enjoy sex with dudes and actually prefer it, but I've only ever had deeper feelings for the fairer sex. Aside from maybe the occasional late night post pub round on Grindr, I figured the move might well have been it for my days taking dick full stop if everything went to plan. It was late 2019. Suffice to say, I don't think anyone's next 12 month went according to plan. A few months ago, I decided to move back to London. Partly a career move, but partly the last couple years left me desperate to get out and do shit, and a quiet remote city didn't quite hold the same attraction that it did a few years before. I found a job, a place, moved down, and set a date to go to Vault (a well known cruise bar). A week before, I started taking Prep - taking a load had been a long fantasy of mine, and with Prep I was far more comfortable with the risk / reward ratio. It was packed. I was in the barrel room with benches around the side for anyone who knows the venue. I was kissing a guy, face to face, our hands on each others cocks. I felt another body pressed up against me from behind. I reached back, grabbed a thick 7' odd cock. I started to wank it in. I felt his breath against my ear, he growled. The guy in front of me broke off his kiss, I felt another hand on mine on his cock. Someone else was muscling in, and they dropped to their knees and started to suck him. The guy behind me slapped his cock on my arse a couple of times. Not the most subtle hint I've ever had. Before I knew it, I was bent down on the bench, my arse in the air. I heard some rustling behind me, I wasn't sure if it was lube or a condom, then that long forgotten pressure on my arse. Then he was in. Balls deep in. Thankfully, I'd been working a buttplug in and out of myself earlier in the night to get ready, so taking it wasn't as much of a struggle as it could have been. Soon he settled into a rythem - fast, hard, but steady - I was getting well fucked, but I wouldn't say I was being pounded. I started to push back against him, meeting his strokes. I felt a smack on my arse, he grabbed my hair, pulled it up. And suddenly I felt his body seize up against me, his cock spasming in me. I always figured I'd be able to feel a cock spurting in me, but it turns out that's not the case. And then he was gone, leaving me with a load dripping out, my arse in the air gaping and exposed. I waited there for a good minute partly to catch my breath but also partly kinda hoping someone else would step up and take a turn. Gradually, I realised it wasn't happening, and I needed the loo, so I pulled up my shorts and went. I took a moment in the cubicle to finger my arse, working my fingers in to my sticky cumsplattered hole, and then headed back out looking for a repeat. I sucked a few more cocks that night, but alas, didn't take another. Here's to next time.