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Scooby Doo cartoons taught children to be skeptical. Church teaches them the opposite. Or it's supposed to, anyway. What most end up learning there is hypocrisy. nice job, toon, is weaving that into the subtext of another great story.

hot. another winner, toon.

@kimhore: I was around in '96-7. lived in midcity down by Jesuit, across from mona's. worked in the quilt gallery across from tujague's. left enough dna and braincells in the quarter, the porn theater on tulane and upstairs at phoenix to clone the village of the damned. it was a great time and place to be a total slut. and I did it without a cellphone.

doubt means don't. cocks have minds of their own. what goes through your brain when you're horny doesn't define you. I think you have a lot of issues that you've knit together into one big one. to highlight a few of them: 80% straight + 20% gay = bisexual. that might be an easier place to start, especially since it's all theoretical at this point. you can whisper 'I'm bi' to the mirror, and I bet it won't crack. won't whisper behind your back, either. 'fucked in the ass dressed like a sissy bitch' is a conflation as well. many mostly straight guys enjoy anal play. it feels good, and you'll never discover the joy of a prostate-driven orgasm without venturing there. next time you're psycho horny, gently explore the area. lots of lube, gentle stroking, tip of one finger just inside, (stop if you don't like it), one finger deeper, wiggle it around til you find the spot (you'll know when you find it), maybe a second finger, jack til you shoot. if you really like it, artificial cocks of all shapes, sizes, colors and textures are easily available. no one need ever know. erotic cross-dressing is something about which I know nothing. you could, however, buy some cheap panties and heels and see if it's as fun in your room as it is in your head. 'sissy bitch' is a term that some traditionally masculine gays might find offensive. it also might signal internalized homophobia. can't tell you how many tall, muscular, hairy, naturally butch gay men I know have found ecstasy on the end of my cock. and the cocks of other men. if these thoughts only go through your head when you're horny, they could just be fantasies. and there's nothing wrong with that. you don't have to follow through. if you do follow through, be patient and take the time to discover what your body likes. your mind will catch up eventually. the imagined opinions of your friends should be the last thing on your mind. absolutely no importance whatsoever. you don't have to tell them a thing while you're figuring it all out. and once you do know, be in no hurry to share it. some may be okay with it, and some may not. if you do lose them, they probably weren't true friends to begin with. new, improved sissy bitch you will make all kinds of new ones.

i know exactly what you're going through. it sucks to be a grown man in a world taken over by children and their toys. I'm 51 and sane in a town where everyone else is 21 and psycho. hookup apps have made potential meetings easier. and that has spoiled a lot of guys. the anonymity has also made boorish behavior safer. the overabundance of options can bring out the worst. instead of being happy and proud that there are so many of us out there, it has given rise to the ability to immediately cross people off the list for any reason, or for none. back in my day, all a gay man needed for success was big blue eyes, cocksucker cheekbones and a black turtleneck sweater. fortunately, I had all three. also I'm freakishly overendowed and had a traffic-stopping backside, but that's another story for another time. you're in New Orleans. if it's anything like it was when I lived there, there's sleaze aplenty when you want it. also a vibrant adult gay culture, and plenty of ways for grown folk to meet. my advice? put down the phone and venture outside. grab a po' at the Nellie Deli, sit in the park and enjoy the view. then maybe volunteer at a charity, join a book club, cruise the aisles at the hardware store, or do any of the things gay men used to do to meet other gay men back in the day before this accursed interweb ruined sex.

what I was trying to say was that you had an idea of what you wanted to happen ("I was expecting to get fucked by both..."), and you had no way of knowing if that's what the other guys wanted, nor they of what you wanted. your expectation was that they were both going to top you. did topguy expect to fuck you both? did versguy expect to be lucky pierre? sounds like none of you knew what the other two were envisioning, so it shouldn't be surprising that at least one of you was disappointed. not clearly stating what I was trying to say? poor communication on my part.

cranberry juice helps get things flowing, and drinking it too often won't lead to other problems. I'd also suggest overhydrating when you feel like wet plaooy is an option. first time you think it might be time to piss, see if it happens. if not, drink some more and try later. as for the shyness, maybe a blindfold so you don't know if you're being watched. and don't forget to relax. it's called piss play, not piss work.

that 'hard acne spot' could be syphyllis. please get tested. you might also look into going on prep. that would help allay your fears.

the wristcuff wallet is a gosend for those of us who somehow end up getting naked in strange places. I prefer to prowl in combat boots, tanktop, baggy low-slung cargo shorts (for easy access), maybe a jockstrap but usually commando. the tank can go in a pocket, but I like to just pull it back behind my neck. discovered how sleazy and hot that made me feel in high school after seeing it in a porn movie. wallet can also go in a snapped pocket, thus preventing loss and foiling potential pickpockets. also means storage is available for lube (tube of Vaseline), cockring, small toys, bandannas, etc. poppers go in a vial that hangs around my neck. everything's self-contained and I'm in control of it. if I have to take the shorts off, they're an instant pillow. i'll use the clothes check if I think it's secure. I tuck the lube tube into my boot and I'm ready to play.

toon. I gotta tell ya, I really enjoy your stories. back in the Bugshare era, they had an author named popperspunk who wrote perfectly crafted one-offs. character development, plot, detail, humor, really hot sex, all together in amazing small packages. your work reminds me of his, and that's a compliment. no matter how many times I'd revisit each of his works, I'd cum every time. yours have the same effect. please continue.

poor communication all around, but it sounds to me like you were a prop in their scene when you were expecting them to be props in yours. unless it's sexclub play where nobody knows anyone else, I only agree to multipartner play if I know and have experience with at least one of the others.

don't put all your needs in one basket. unless you're in a committed, exclusive relationship, that is. you need backup doms, some rough trade with benefits. failing that, if you have clothespins, a belt, Crisco, fingers and maybe some toys, you're capable of abusing yourself for the night. not as good as the real thing, but good enough to take the edge off for a night.

tell the next guy in line that your hole needs some affection. fifteen or fortyfive minutes of lips and tongue on it while you suck some cock and hit the poppers or max impact, your hole might surprise you by waking up and getting hungry again. or maybe you take the guy(s) home for a cuddle nap until you're ready for more.

no it isn't okay. if you're having unprotected sex with an unknown partner, and serostatus isn't discussed, that isn't stealthing. it's just situational ignorance. if the condom fails without assistance, that isn't stealthing. if you're having sex with someone and you've led them to believe that you're negative and/or that you're using an unaltered condom when in fact you aren't, that's stealthing. you don't get to decide what your partner 'really' wants/needs/deserves. there are plenty of guys out there actively looking for poz seed. forcing it on someone who doesn't want it is rape, in my opinion, and that is never okay.

never. like all men, I've found myself at the corner of horny and stupid, and like all men, I've made wrong turns. but what I've gotten from those errors in judgment are learning moments and funny stories, not self-recrimination and disgust. some of the things I've done when lost in the fuckfog might appall many people, so I choose to associate with men who understand, who've been there, who respond by getting hard and wanting to hear every detail. my opinion is that sex is like pizza-- even when it's bad, it's still pretty good. had a few bad slices, but I'm still gonna go to the buffet. saw an instagram post that sums up the answer perfectly: masturbation keeps you from having sex with the wrong people.

I'd forgotten all about this thread. I stand by my original opinion, that it's a push poll, a judgment-based question loaded so as to elicit a pre-determined answer. it's like asking if tops go bare because of their inflated egos and exaggerated self-worth.

take mucinex and drink a lot of water.

because everyone has the right to define the terms for themselves, and to decide how to refer to themselves. I don't mean to get all Dad about it, but what right do you have to decide that someone isn't something just because they don't fit your definition? he calls himself a cumslut because that's how he sees himself. that won't change just because he doesn't want yours.

tell him you're nervous and see how he responds. and remember that you have the right to change your mind, to say no, to stop even if he's in you balls deep two strokes away from blasting his load.

doubt means don't, in my opinion. if you have to ask random internet strangers, you're not ready. you say this guy's really sweet. that's a good start. talk with him about reality vs fantasy, risk vs reward, life pre- and with hiv. if he won't acknowledge your fear and uncertainty, he's not the guy for you. I'm guessing that you want your conversion to be more than a one-time encounter. does he?

at least now you know total blackout is not for you, and you have a funny story to tell about it. and congrats on having a partner who cares enough to recognize that you weren't into it.

In, Not On

my first suggestion is be wary of anyone who needs a sexual encounter scripted in advance or needs to ask random internet strangers for advice about what to do. my second suggestion is to find a guy who's willing to listen to you, is able to discuss parameters, can tell you what he wants, and will tell you his expectations. I wouldn't meet a stranger for no-limits use and abuse.

there's absolutely nothing wrong with fantasizing about the perfect man. mine is a marine drill instructor with a phd in interior design who can write prescriptions. but you're looking for yours in reality, and I wonder if you've ever stopped to wonder why you want the characteristics that you crave. older than you. taller than you. more muscular than you. hairier than you. hung bigger than you. top. why? my snap judgment is that these are all stereotypically hypermasculine. do you feel like you're not a real man, that you can only be one by proxy? maleness isn't delivered by injection; you can't get it by taking loads. you're a man because you have a penis. what that means to you and how you express it is up to you. seems to me that you want a man to do all of the work for you, to magically appear and through the sheer force of his magic cock turn you into what you think you want to be. not gonna happen. if you want to be a world-class bottom, you've got to embrace your anus chakra and wake it up. you have lube and fingers, and toys are readily available. grease up and say hello to your outer ring and prostate. you'll be glad you did. and when you're ready, find a guy who meets half of your requirements and invite him to play in you. then find another guy who meets the other half, and repeat. what strikes me the most is that you want a guy who will make you forget about women. that's a huge warning bell right there. accept who you are. don't wait for a fantasy to make it all better. you should end it with the girlfriend. you're using her for social cover and fantasizing about something she can never be. not fair to her or you. the only man with the power to change you is you. I know you're young, this is all new to you, and you don't seem to be good at introspection and self-awareness yet. give yourself permission to grow, to take it one step at a time, to have experiences that are not perfect, to ask questions, to think through answers, to enjoy the reality of your journey instead of pining over an unmanifested fantasy. someday you'll realize that you didn't need a pretend stud to turn you into the man you always wanted to be, that you did it all by yourself and it was better than you ever imagined.

you're looking for the perfect top. are you the perfect bottom? I'd guess no. by your own admission you're picky, demanding, you have a girlfriend and you don't put out. what did you expect to attract when that's your bait? 'daddy' is as much a state of mind and a type of energy as it is a set of stats. so is 'boy.' I know 25yo daddies in amazing relationships with 45yo boys. my advice? be more specific, not less. let them know that you're inexperienced and need to grow, and this is who you're looking for, and also state that in the meantime you'd appreciate learning from older, experienced tops. there's nothing wrong with having an idea of what you want. but don't let that fantasy crowd out the reality of what's currently available.