BottomBiCork

For some it's not a choice really. I suffer from migraines, and inhaling solvents is a high-risk trigger. Even non-amyl poppers (eg: Maximum Impact) can bring on the feeling of a claw digging into the back of my skull. As such, I almost never use them, except for initial entry of the rare very-large endowment, and then only if taking it au natural has been tried and exhaustively failed.

For me it didn't happen till I was 34. Had been sucking cock since college days, and getting sucked off too, although it never appealed to me as much as being the sucker. Perhaps that should have been an indication of my eventual destination, though I didn't think it at the time. Tried anal, in both roles, more than once. But just couldn't get into it. So I just accepted that sucking guys off was a fetish I had on the bi-scale. That all changed when I met a dom guy online. We chatted for months without meeting, as he was both in another city had no interest in travelling to be sucked off, but we had a good connection. We could and did chat about most things, not just sex. The longer the connection went on, the more he detailed what he enjoyed in using the various subs he encountered, pointing out similarities between my own thoughts and the expressed feelings of his conquests. He eventually had me convinced to try anal once more, with him being the provider of course. When we finally found a mutually suitable time to meet, he came out with something that I hadn't expected - "I'll be fucking you without a condom and cumming inside you if I want. No discussion. Still want to come?" Needless to say, I said yes and haven't looked back.

This is why there is variety in the world. Many tops enjoy doing this, many sub bottoms enjoy being on the business end of it, or at least enjoy the sense of submission that is involved. You say you find it hot in porn, but not in reality. There are plenty of us who find both senses are true. As with so many things, each to their own...

Went to SBN a couple of weeks ago while in London for a visit, have to echo what @cannero said in terms of lots of tops v fewer bottoms, quite the opposite to what I've seen in other places. And it seemed like it wasn't the usual "everybody flocking to the hot twink" scene either. Being an older (but still fairly trim) total bottom, this was just heaven. Had a couple of youngish (mid-late 20s) asian guys corner me soon after I came in and they ended up tagging me for a bit, drawing a crowd. After they'd both had their fill (only one unloaded, but quite the load!) then a steady stream of guys kept me busy (mostly older, but wasn't being picky) for as long as I was bending over. Had to take a few breaks and wander around every now and then, just to get my breath. As others have said, a great vibe and very unpressured. Definitely recommend.

Perhaps it's the fact I tend toward more Dom tops, but I've found it to be expected by almost all the guys who barefuck me that their cock goes in my mouth after unloading, whether to clean it or to warm it up for round 2. Of the handful that don't expect it, all bar two in my memory have gleefully accepted the service once offered, and if they come back again will usually switch ends without asking from then on. As for my opinion, I was mentored to make my mouth as accessible as my ass, so I always oblige.

Always swallow, unless otherwise instructed. Consider it rude not to. Taste varies from man to man, and from load to load. Diet, activity, hydration, general health... all have an effect.

I'm a total bottom. I've tried topping in the past, always with disastrous results. Fucking men's asses just doesn't do it for me. Each to their own.

Tonight, had got prepped for a regular FB who was due to call. As I was towelling off, I received a text to say he couldn't make it. Not like him to flake out, so didn't lose the rag or anything, but I was all horned up. So tried online for a bit, but nothing doing. Scrolling through posts here had me in a worse state, so decided to take a walk to a local cruising ground, which has a car park, a bushy area and a large pond. Didn't expect much to be there, as it's kinda cold here at the moment (-1C, 30F tonight). Sure enough, it was nearly deserted, couple of guys in cars driving past or parking briefly but not stopping and getting out or flashing lights or any signals at all really. So I went to walk around the pond which can be good on warmer nights, but I thought would probably be just as dead. Now it's nearly pitch black down here, and it takes a bit to adjust your eyes to the level. As a result, I nearly tripped over a set of legs belonging to one of two guys sat on a bench by the water. I apologised for stumbling into them and walked on, thinking I might have interrupted them. I'd gotten about 5 paces when one called me back "Hey fella, got a light?". I replied "Sure" and fished a lighter out of my pocket. As I sparked it, I noticed they each had their hard cocks sticking out of undone flies, and as I lit the first guy's cigarette, the other, one cool as a breeze, said "Hows about bending over for us?" I didn't need a second invitation and leaned over to grip the back of the bench. The propositioner stood up while the smoker undid my pants and yanked them down. I heard the telltale squirt of lube, a couple of cold wet fingers probed my hole briefly, greasing it up for the impending invasion, and then a nice thick cock was firmly pushing my ring open. Without much finesse to it at all, he just drove it in and started stroking, a fair 6 inches I'd reckon. No chit-chat either, just the steady slap-slap of his thighs hitting my ass-cheeks. The first words he said since he'd asked the initial question were "Gonna cum in ya" and then he was grunting and shoving it deep, and I could feel the pulses as he unloaded. He pulled out, slapped my ass, said "your turn" to the smoker and moved around the bench. Then "You gonna suck it clean for me?" as he presented his wilting cock to my face. I obliged like a good slut, just as I felt the second guy fill the recently-vacated space. "Fuck, you really filled him up" came the first of several descriptions from the seemingly much more talkative smoker. "Oh, tight too" - he had a much thicker cock, had a small bit of trouble accommodating it initially, despite the previous workout. "Yeah, he's got a good box on him" replied the first. They talked back and forth like this as they spitroasted me, the cock in my mouth never quite going soft, slowly rehardening, eventually mimicking the rhythm of his buddy in my ass who was by now going a good inch or two deeper than the first had managed. After a significantly longer time, eventually he too declared his impending climax, which was a cue for them both to grab hold of me and shove their respective members as far into each end as they would go, causing the far end of my rectum to 'pop' around the thick cockhead demanding its submission. Once more my pliant arse rippled with the twitches of a disgorging cock as his seed sprayed deep past my inner ring. I was instantly thankful for the extra prep I had put in earlier. As I squirmed on that squirting cock, I was almost gagged by a second load being shot straight into my throat, causing me to convulse slightly in response. This could well have been their goal as they each let out a near-simultaneous "Fuck yeaaaaahhh!". After holding the pose for a few seconds, they withdrew, first from my mouth then my ass. I turned and knelt, partially of my own volition, partly through their gentle but insistent hand pressure, and was again presented with a spent cock to clean up. As I did so, the smoker pulled up his own trousers and reached into the pocket for his cigarettes. Taking one out, he made a show of also producing his own lighter. As he sparked up, his friend was already strolling away. "Nice one, fella" were his parting words as he pulled out of my mouth and strode rapidly in the opposite direction, closing his flies as he did so. "Anytime" I said, almost under my breath, and to no-one in particular.

Best one I've heard came while I was stood at a bar in Hamburg, watching a rugby game on the TV whilst wearing my Irish jersey. Other guy: "Nice top." Me: "Thanks." Other guy, making a show of looking: "Much nicer bottom!"

Not wanting to doubt any personal stories above, but I genuinely feel you can no more "turn a straight guy gay" than you can "pray the gay away" in one of Rev Fallwell's retreats.

The world has always been infested with rudeness. The semi-anonymity of the internet merely removes the immediate, direct and obvious response to such behaviour that would happen in public in the real world - "WOW, you're a total dick!" (or words to that effect) said in a loud voice, and all of the subsequent embarrassment which that should engage. The fact that such public reproach is nigh on impossible on a mass network of one-to-one private communication removes the threat of the rude person being so evaluated by more than the person to whom they are being rude. In other words, the social pressure to behave is nigh on non-existent. Even if a person manages to get a reputation for being an obnoxious prick on a site, they simply reinvent themselves with a new profile, email address or avatar. That, combined with the "me, now, all the time" focus of modern western society, makes for a radical upward curve in the actual incidents of rudeness, IMHO. As for not_sure_bb's point about it being either too time-consuming to reply or invariably encouraging further contact to say "thank you", have you considered saying "Thanks for the compliment, but I don't think we're suited. Happy Hunting!". On most sites you can save a stock reply to this effect and send it by a single click. Thereafter, you've been both polite and clear, so no further communication is necessary. My particular bugbear is where a guy gets rude because you don't fit some hidden criteria which he has failed to put on an otherwise filled-out profile. I'm not fucking psychic! If you are too lazy to change the age-range from the standard, or say "top" then you're looking to be fucked, then don't be surprised when you get messages from ppl who don't meet the criteria which you HAVE NOT ADVERTISED. You certainly have no right to start abusiing such people. Rant over. Happy Xmas/Hanukah/End of the world.

I experience the same. Being sucked does very little for me, and as whiteslutbttm says, it can be uncomfortable or even painful. Plus, it almost always leads to disappointment on the top's part when I don't react favourably to his self-esteemed awesome cock-sucking skills. After too many times where it broke the mood or even utterly ruined the session, I decided to be pro-active, and tell all tops up-front exactly how I feel about it. If it's a dealbreaker for them, we don't hook up.

I have a regular whom I've never actually seen. I arrive at his house, go to the designated room, strip and put on the blindfold he provides. I text him when I'm ready and in position. He then enters the room and makes use of my holes for as long as he wants, and I remain blindfolded the whole time. When he's had his fill, he either says "I'm done" or "I'll be back", then leaves the room. If he plans on coming back, I wait. Otherwise, I get dressed and wait for a text to say I can leave. This has been our standard meet for over 2 years. As I say, never seen his face. It's highly erotic.

My first stealth load was about 6 years ago (disregarding a broken condom, which I class as an accident rather than intentional which I feel is integral to it being by stealth). A Spanish guy I'd sucked off previously. He was very dom, big into slapping my face with his cock and face-fucking or otherwise controlling my head with his hands, and being verbal throughout. He had been asking after fucking me since we first contacted (through Gaydar). But both times we had met previously I had not been able to douche as was travelling direct from work. When he texted this time, I was at home. When I let him know he told me to "get clean and wet for putting my cock in you" and I obliged, doing a thorough douche and prelubing and stretching with the narrower of my buttplugs. When I got there, he had me strip to my boxers, as usual, then we went through the usual routine of him using my mouth, with a lot more ball-sucking then usual but otherwise as he had done before, slapping me with his cock and telling me what to do. I spotted the signs that he was getting close, shorter thrusts while jammed as far in as I could manage, when he abruptly pulled out and let me go. "Turn around" he said, while he ripped open a condom pack. I bent over the couch as indicated and watched as he rolled the rubber on, then spread a medium dollop of KY on the head of his encased cock. He pulled down my pants, yanked out the buttplug and lined up his cock. He repeated "Turn around" so I turned my head away, but that wasn't enough. He pushed my face down into the couch, put his other hand on the small of my back and tried to drive his cock right up in one go. I half-strangled a shout of pain, as he wasn't small and the lube ran out after about an inch of shaft, despite my prep. He made a tutting noise and pulled it out. I started to lift my head to see if all was ok, but he pushed it back down, gruffly saying "No stay". I heard the squirt of the KY tube, followed by what sounded like it being slathered over rubber. Then he applied a squirt directly onto my ass, and fingered it in. Then there was the sound of more slathering, and I guess if I'd been thinking straight I might have noticed a different quality to the sound. I reckoned afterwards that he had slipped off the condom directly after the first failed attempt, covering the sound with working the KY in his other hand. In any case, he repeated the earlier assault, and it went more or less straight up in one long shove, not without pain, but nowhere near as sore as it was the first time. At that point, I wasn't even considering whether it was bare, I was just glad that it wasn't going to rip my sphincter in two, like I thought the first time. I put the easier entry down to having more lube applied. But as I found out (after about five minutes of very hard fucking, when finally he started grunting, shot his load [and this guy was a big cummer too] then slapped my ass and pulled out) when I lifted my head, his cock was bare and slimy. I looked for a condom in his hand, but saw none. I instinctively offered to suck his cock, and then my stealthing was confirmed when he said "Is dirty" and went into the bathroom to wash it. I looked around and saw the discarded condom on the floor by the couch, untainted by any cum. I got dressed and left. We didn't talk about it then in any way, but the next time he texted, the message was "Fuck now? jelly, no condom". I told him I would be clean enough to suck him after, and it was never mentioned again. He fucked me bare and went ass-to-mouth every time thereafter. Never caught anything from him nor passed him anything, and we met roughly once a week or so for 4 months before he moved back home to Spain. Happy days.