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I’ll just add my voice to the unanimous (as far as I can tell) verdict of this thread; I much prefer porn where the top cums inside the bottom’s hole. Done well, it can elevate an otherwise average scene to an instant classic. Where I disagree with many though, I don’t *detest* those scenes where the top withdraws and cums around the bottom’s hole and pushes back inside. At times, pulling out to drop a load into an own hole can often be hot. I can honestly say that I have never known a single gay man who prefers porn where the top pulls out to cum. Never. I do find scenes with internal breeding extraordinarily hot and one of the reasons is because they’re relatively infrequent in modern porn which makes the exceptions so special. FWIW, my absolute favourite porn stars are those who have a predilection for internet cum shots; performers like Calvin Banks come to mind. He seems to take (and give) internal cum shots in most of his bareback scenes and all of his Only Fans scenes. Having chatted to him about it, I believe it’s (a) because he ‘gets’ the value of a good breeding scene and (b) I gather it’s his strong personal preference. One thing I do not appreciate one iota with the sites to which I subscribe, I do wish sites would not describe a “creampie” as those scenes where the top pulls out and then pushes back in. A creampie, for mine, is only when the top cums inside and it’s frustrating when searching for the keyword “creampie” that so many non-creampies feature.

My boyfriend was sexualised at a young age by more than one of his relatives (step-brothers, uncle and, I suspect, his dad but he’s never actually said that). He was first fucked at the age of 9 and regularly abused by relatives and other men from that age. He ended up running away and staying at the house of an old gay neighbour. The neighbour would ignore his attempts to seduce him for ages until he walked in on my boyfriend and one of the neighbour’s hookups. After that, they had a regular sexual relationship for years, usually whenever my boyfriend needed a place to stay. But my boyfriend is still profoundly grateful to that man and has, I know, still had the occasional hook up in recent years. I look at the differences between my attitudes to sex and my boyfriend’s and I’ve no doubt it influences his sexuality still. He’s got several children from several different women and he’s always saying that I’m the first person he’s ever been with sexually that actually likes him for things other than his dick or arse. Even then, he sometimes tries to use sex to manipulate me. We’re a work in progress still. I know better than to mention his male family members though; I know he still talks to at least one of the step-brothers who fucked him but I don’t know what the relationship is like, deep down. He loathes his older step brother and his uncle with a passion and he hates his real father; I suspect there’s something behind that but I steer clear of the subject of his father.

This is so hot. If you’re up for story ideas, I’d love to see Austin’s whore-pimping plan backfire on him a little; it’d be hot if some of the tops decide his teenage cunt is too tempting, perhaps as he’s leaning over the bed to kiss Colt romantically 😈🐷

This story is so hot. I’ve been fucked a few times by a couple of men wasting with full blown AIDS - one (Gary) regularly for probably a few months - and this story took me back to those sessions. Both of mine were such a delectable mix of gratitude and passion for fucking my cunt, for servicing my every need but somehow never lose the lecherous gleam in his eyes and his grin that simultaneously dared me to deny him what he wanted. It was almost intoxicating when Gary would lean in and kiss me, grope me, pinch and bite and lick me as he’d press his cock against my body as he’d manoeuvre me into the position where he could just ease himself into my cunt. And that look in his eyes as he was effortlessly balls deep and telling that he was already marking my cunt with his pre-cum. He loved the death talk. He loved telling me how his DNA was seeding my cunt. His schtick was to tell me how powerless I was when his cock was in me; how he could do anything he wanted; he’d test me by doing anything he wanted (especially things he knew weren’t my thing), only to, once he’d bent me to his will, then intensify the passion with which he was fucking me and telling me how beautiful I was for giving him everything he could want. He may’ve been older and skeletal and missing teeth and, yes, sometimes covered in sores but the intensity of his fucking was amazing. He could fuck all night; leak cum continuously and still shoot huge loads that, to this day, are among the strongest I’ve ever felt inside me. I loved the entire experience. Neither took unfortunately. But I always offer my arse to the men who look like they’ve got full blown AIDS. I’d love to have a regular load of full blown AIDS again.

I’m always over cautious about younger blokes because (a) I’m conscious of the reasons for consent laws - to protect them from their own impulses from exploitation by older, more experienced people who oftentimes have a real power imbalance; (b) we’re talking specifically about HIV and AIDS here - I’m the first person to agree that I find the risk-taking adds sexually hugely exciting - and the long term health impact of retro-virals for those commencing in them with expected lifespans of another 65-70 years at least can’t yet be known; (c) while I have known many who I believed had sufficient mental maturity at a young age to make their own decisions about sex and their sexual activities, I’ve also known well others for whom 18 probably wasn’t old enough; and (d) I’ve had two friends who were pozzed at 22 and 18 - carelessly by a mate and deliberately stealthed by his then boyfriend - at which time, the “boyfriend” ignored the devastation in front of him, celebrated, including bragging about his “success” in front of him, then ending the relationship and marching off because it’s only purpose (for him) had been served. All this took place while others, including me, were enroute to where he sat, bawling in the gutter, utterly shattered by what he’d just learned. If you’ve ever had to try and help someone just go on from such utter betrayal, you’re likely going to err on the side of caution too. And, yes, I do often tell younger men that, while I respect their decision, I’ll generally discourage them and certainly won’t abet them in that course...and, yes, I’m fully aware of my own hypocrisy given that I now regret not accepting my own attraction to sex with men as well as women in my early teens. With the full benefit of hindsight, I’ve no doubt that fighting my strong desire for other men until my mid-20s is now a complete waste, especially given how “fulsomely” I pursued those desires once I experienced them.

I’ve rarely if ever had an issue with a man fucking me too long. I might be keen to ge his load but he’d have to be a pretty clumsy fuck for me to be looking at my watch asking myself “how much longer?” I say that jokingly but there’s a lot of truth to it. Unless there’s something going awry between the two of us, I’ll take what I can get when I can get it.

Mate, I spent years wondering the same thing and used to ask if it was because I could be awkward or over eager or something or if, in fact, if the scene was mostly a chimera. I’m Australian and from Melbourne and, to be fair, the scene here doesn’t have the depth it does in the UK and some parts of the US. But lately I’ve been doing much, much better (😛). The scene is less open if anything these days so I wonder if I’ve just learned how not to get in my own way anymore. Certainly I’m less self-conscious about what I prefer sexually and I worry about it less when things don’t happen on a particular night or in a particular encounter. I know it’s not that easy to just live in the moment and accept and forget about it when it doesn’t happen; I couldn’t tell you how I’ve managed to just try, move on, try, move on until I meet someone in the same mindset. Honestly I have no idea beyond that my ‘care factor’ is much less atm because I have been doing better meaning missing out doesn’t frustrate me that much. The only tip I’d offer is look for experienced mentors (for want of a better term) and ask them for tips, for introductions, etc. Consider using escorts if you can afford to and talk to them about it. I’ve always been relatively into escorts for NSA, bullshit-free sex but, when you find one who’s not just a sex toy, they can really illuminate your sexual persona. Last suggestion: travel to ‘hot spots’. They become obvious if you look on BBRT, NKP or this site after a while; there seem to be places where the scene is raunchier across the board.

It’s been just over 25 years since I first (finally) experienced gay sex. My first time, after several failed attempts, was bare with an escort and his partner in which several loads were received and, despite knowing full well the risks, I just didn’t ask and preferred not to know. So I started at level 4 and, for the next ten years or so, remained a confused combination of levels 4 and 6 in that I pretty much would let any bloke I liked me fuck me bare and beg him to cum inside me, but I would ask him questions of status and seek assurances he wasn’t poz. During a lot of that time, I did start hookups by expressing a preference for playing safe but (a) I doubt I was very convincing (even though I was genuine and not playing games); (b) I’d let it be known that I’d rather be fucked bare if he would assure me he wasn’t poz. (Ironically there were a few regular fuck bud tops who were absolute condom Nazis themselves and would not, under any circumstances, agree to fuck me raw that I then tried to persuade to try barebacking me. One of the best regular fucks I’ve ever had was a rock climber (with the magnificently lean muscle you’d expect of a rock climber 😍) and we pretty much had this debate every time we caught up (always at Steamworks in Melbourne too, never at either of our homes); eventually we agreed to a compromise: he would fuck me safe; cum into the condom while he was inside me; then I’d empty his cum inside me while we made out. Yes, it did break once after he’d cum and hadn’t pulled out and we laughed at the idea I’d finally got what I wanted (he didn’t stop though on that one occasion and he reverted to the total opposition the next time we caught up). I can’t remember ever standing firm on a top wearing a condom even when I was sensing he wasn’t telling me the truth and, of course, there was the time I was fucked by a guy (two in the end) with a PA who insisted on wearing a condom because he was poz. My intuition was off the scale that his insistence on playing safe was bullshit and he was trying to stealth me and, sure enough, the condom broke inside me very quickly. He offered to pull out, I basically called him out for his bullshit and asked him to just keep going. Yes, I begged him to cum inside me and later he and his partner both bred the guy who loved being stealthed. Then I went through a period of a further term years or so where I was a level 2 when I had a regularish partner but mostly played safe...except when I didn’t including with some blokes I either knew (only one guy but we fucked bare regularly before and after he was pozzed) or suspected were poz. The last five years I’ve only been fucked bare and openly Court blokes who are poz. So level 6.

First time I’ve managed to find a purpose for the googly eyed react. I wouldn’t do that personally, unless I knew them or knew they’d appreciate it. But then I have to assume a fake Dom or a fake Sub personality when I’m (trying to be) either. Neither come naturally to me tbh. Out of sheer curiosity, have you ever received an adverse reaction? Honestly, if I was near you and you yelled “Want my piss pig?” I’d be grateful and all....but, if you just passed on me without any warning whatsoever, it’d depend very much on my state of mind what response you’d get from me. I’m not even sure how it might affect my response if I was slightly off-my-face at the time. Normally, that’d enhance my base piggy instincts so I’d be more inclined to love the gesture. I’ve literally never suffered the rapid fire mood swings that many suffer....but, on the other hand, it’d be a bit of a shock to the system at a time when the motor mightn’t be running on all cylinders if you get my drift.

@BareLover073, I have to repeat myself yet again clearly: as one who was only trying to raise a particular concern, not on my own behalf but so that others might not need to again do so, that could well affect the welfare of others on this site. I raised an informal a point of order, if you will. I hope I did so politely but directly and firmly. I’ve asked you desist from persisting with your diversion twice now. You insist on ignoring that request and now respond with minutiae. That is your right to do so but, frankly, it’s disappointing given you say you agree with the point I was trying to make. It’s not a question of whether I’m interested in having a discussion on that subject with you or anyone else; it’s was that your decision to raise an unrelated issue as a direct reply to my post (not in a separate post; not even as an aside; not in another thread; but as a direct reply to me) and, in so doing, you’ve created a diversion from the very serious point I was trying to make. And, intentionally or otherwise, there really ought not be a dispute in that regard for you replied in broad agreement with what I’d said and followed that thus: “...Period and exclamation point. However in the post you quote I don't so much get that it's about abuse or that it's meant as an apology for pedophilia (let's call this thing you're upset about by it's proper name) but about consenting incestuous relationships between same-sex partners who are old enough to make the decision to do it, or choose not to. And personally I like t's jab at X'tian religions because these condemn all sex outside of marriage between one man and one women but have succeeded at the same time to HAVE damaged countless children by letting them be sexually abused, often by the people in positions of power within said churches.” The words in bold, again intentionally or otherwise, are quite clearly an elongated and emphatic alternative for the word, “But...” followed by (a) a suggestion I was emotional; (b) proceeded to state why my concern was baseless, at least in regards to the post I “quoted”; and (c) seemingly in “whataboutism” mode, issues in regards Christianity. Instead, you’ve elected to revert with further minutiae. I won’t deny that I’m now rather frustrated with what looks like an absurd degree of self-absorption. (I’m choosing to accept that it’s the manner of some of your expression that has conveys the appearance of condescension and that it’s entirely unintended. Given my writing style is rather formal at times, I’m often accused of adopting an attitude of condescension when, in fact, nothing is further from the truth (as anyone who’s actually ever seen me condescend to another person will attest; it’s unambiguously condescending.😛) So, some minutiae of my own in response. Rest assured, by the way, that these will be my final word in this thread. If you really want the final response, consider it yours. 1. I did not “quote” or even directly purport to quote a particular post. But it’s now apparent that, somewhere in the thread, there’s a post which mentions Christianity’s issues. Presumably it’s by someone named “t”? The post which I paraphrased reads thus: ”Never understood the big [banned word], what's wrong with giving your dad or brother or uncle for that matter head? I give head to strangers though a gloryhole, why wouldn't I suck someone's dick that I love?” It’s still there, as are some of the posts which, in my view, bore the appearance of either celebrating the poster’s early sexualisation or getting so close that I considered them grossly insensitive. 2. Clearly, you presumed incorrectly and then compounded your error of presumption with descriptors that were, at best, imprecise and, at worst, plainly wrong; for instance, I mistakenly took your reference to “the OP” to, in fact, refer to the OP. That, as is my wont, is the nomenclature that I used, you’ll note. I’m consistent in the nomenclature I tend to use; I realised only upon seeing your last response that you’re not as consistent; you did say, “the OP you quoted”. 3. For the record, I chose the post I chose for a reason: I didn’t want to repeat the insensitive posts. That would’ve defeated my purpose. My decision to paraphrase that post (rather than “quote”) it also served a deliberate purpose: I didn’t believe directly attacking any one poster would serve anything other than inflaming the situation. My intentions, believe it or not, were entirely decent, for which I’ve had to endure as punishment your tiresome (self-confessed) mansplaining. 4. Ironically, if you even remotely knew me, you’d know that I’ll discuss issues of politics, religion, geopolitics, philosophy , et al ad nauseum essentially anywhere or anytime with anyone (on the proviso that they have something to offer or a willingness to listen). But not in a format and at a time when it’d serve only to undermine my purpose in engaging in the first place. 5. I could scarcely have made it more clear that it was the diversion that was unwelcome from my perspective. I even tried to throw in irrelevant personal details concerning my belief system to give you the hint that it was nothing personal toward you at all but that I preferred we not distract further and attract further. Distract from my original purpose...and, potentially, attract more eyes towards this train wreck of a thread in case my wordplay’s intent wasn’t self-evident. Follow now ? Now I’ve mansplained the bloody obvious in return? That’s me out. She’s all yours.

That makes sense. As much I like drinking piss, I always love the sensation of it flowing up my cunt much more so I usually opt that way. Damn.

I’ve always been going to buy one of those. Let us know please if you’d recommend purchasing one after it’s “bred” you 😛

There’s slapping and there’s SLAPPING though. The whole domination/submission thing is something I have never found a direct turn on for me. I do quite enjoy it when it’s an obvious turn on to the bloke I’m with and it’s ‘played’ in the right spirit. I’m not suited particularly well to either role personality-wise but I enjoyed a few long-term fuckbud relationships centred on it and we’ve both really loved it. To me, that’s role play and very different to light slapping and choking and the like. Slapping along the latter lines is more incidental and, where the chemistry is right between two (or more) blokes, it can be great fun. Like @DannyBoyCMH, I love rough fucking (as well as slow and deep fucking and...pretty much getting fucked and fucking any way that’s physically possible...and probably a few that might not be entirely physically possible😂) - especially as a bottom - and if I’m with a bloke who fancies his ability to fuck roughly “to the point that it’ll hurt you badly if you don’t tell me when it’s too much”, I take that as a challenge and it’s literally “Game On” from there. (Yes, I am thinking of an occasional fuckbud in particular here. It’s become “our thing” and we piss ourselves laughing as we continually up the ante. He tries to fuck me with as much intensity and force so I’ll ask him if I can tap out...and he’s not won yet. Mainly because the more turned on he is the pain he’s inflicting, not only do I love it for itself too...but I also get off on him getting off on it as well. The only way he’ll ever actually win is if he sends me into a coma or something 😂. But I digressed pretty badly then... Where a guy likes to play Master, it only rubs me up the wrong way like when he’s just an c*nt over it. I’ve only ever had a few and, of those, only one was just too arbitrarily violent and angry way too quickly; we hadn’t even started to form a chemistry or anything. And the others started literally with demands for access to my bank accounts. Yeah....and you can fuck yourself with your own skull, moron....

Once again, I find myself asking why you’re persisting in raising Christianity’s deeds and misdeeds in the context of a reply directly to my call for a tad more sensitivity In idealising the sexualisation of children by adults in whom their care was entrusted? My concern was both quite specific and very clearly expressed. The deeds and misdeeds of Christianity literally have no relevance to the concern I was expressing, regardless of any wider relevance it might’ve had in the broader context of the thread. As such, I reiterate that it seems nothing more than a diversion from the concern I expressed which, it seems, we’re in solid agreement. (I’ll add, as an aside, that I’ve not seen the post to which you refer. I hope it’s gone and I trust the member who thought that sufficiently “amusing” as to warrant posting is more circumspect in hindsight such matters. Had I seen that, I admit I probably would’ve reported it too.) As an aside, the OP doesn’t refer to Christianity as far as I can recall. Nor, for that matter, does it even refer to an incidence of incest. But, if you’re concerned about any religious sensibilities I (or others) may have, let me reassure you twofold; I literally have none, having decided I was an atheist at the age of roughly 4 or 5 (to my parents’ chagrin although m mother was more annoyed that I decided I was also a republican around the same time 😂) and I fail to see how you could’ve treaded on any religious toes. Again, I cannot ask you any more clearly: please stop raising religion’s doctrinal faux pas and misdeeds in the context of what seem to agree is a valid concern over some of us overstepping a line. The diversion is not appreciated, to be quite honest.

The throbbing, I’d say usually yes although, to be fair, a man’s body tenses throughout so there may be some referred sensations (for want of a better term) that I’ve just come to believe are from his peen. But I do honestly believe I can usually feel the head of a penis tense up and pulsate within me as it ejaculates. I do believe that I can also on occasion feel the semen spurting, as well as a sense of warmth that accompanies it. I’ve no idea as to the proportion of times when I can feel the semen within me but it’s relatively rare in comparison with that spreading sense of warmth/soothing. I didn’t select those because I’ve interpreted the options as “always or generally”.

First, to be entirely clear, I’m not “upset” about anything. I was, as I thought I’d made abundantly clear, concerned for some other members who, in previous threads where there seemed to be some celebration of sexual exploitation of children, made known that they’d not been so fortunate and did seem to feel it necessary to point it out. Secondly, the narrative did swing again to some celebrating sexual relationships with family members and others in childhood. It was not just one post that, in my view, crossed the line. It was a number of them, albeit some more obliquely than others. My sole intention was to remind all that, whilst I am genuinely pleased that they feel their childhood experiences were positive, others deserve due consideration for theirs being negative. Hopefully, between our efforts, we can perhaps all be more sensitive in that regard. Finally, I do wonder why you felt it necessary to raise Christianity and others’ issues with child abuse. My concern was clearly in relation to posters seemingly celebrating their early sexualisation. I’m not here to judge their views of their own history. Nor did I even comment on the broader issue of incestuous relationships between consenting adults. I regard those as, essentially, none of my business. My concern was, and remains, focused on those referring directly and indirectly to their childhood experiences in that regard as a thing to be celebrated. We ought to be able to raise concerns among ourselves without resorting to diversions such as “what about Christianity?” When it comes to us crossing the line, or even potentially nearing it, “what about Christianity?” is indeed the right question, just with an incredulous tone rather than one of admonition.

Of course it is. i’m not going to ‘sugar coat’ this because, frankly, I’m stunned at the insensitivity of some of the comments above. Guys, those of you who were sexualised young and emerged from it undamaged (and perhaps even advantaged by it from your own perspective) must surely recognise that’s your sheer good fortune. You’re the exceptions. Most who endure such things as children ARE damaged by it and you know, from previous threads on this subject, there are members who were exploited by people in whom they should have been able to trust. Nor am I going to pretend, with literally zero experience of incest or similar in my life, that I don’t find stories about on the subject exciting, etc. But that’s because I know they’re stories and they’re told from the safe perspective of adulthood. It’s beyond belief that a serious person could post trash like “what’s wrong with giving your dad, etc” blowies. FFS, it’s not wrong for the child to think about it or even do it. What’s wrong is that an adult would exploit their power advantage over a child in a manner that could very well destroy that child for life. Seriously, you cannot be so idiotic as not to realise there are people in here that don’t revel in the way they were sexually exploited as children the way you do. If you’ve not seen their comments when the sexual exploitation of children is celebrated, then you haven’t been paying attention.

I’ve been with a few straight guys in my time. In fact, for a long time, I described myself as a straight guy who enjoyed getting fucked by other men. In my case, I just didn’t want to be gay or bisexual and resisted the idea but pursued the sex because the act having another man take control of me sexually fulfilled me in a way that sex with a woman couldn’t. The reverse is true too though. Aside from those who don’t want to admit to themselves that they’re gay, I’m convinced there are at least two other types of straight guy who have sex with men: 1. Blokes for whom a hole really is just a hole. @cougkdc99‘s housemate sounds like one of those guys. The question, I suppose, is whether they’ll realise as they get older they’re deceiving themselves and that they have an innate need for sex with other men. I’ve known a few who, many years later, seem the same. I know they believe it and I honestly think it’s true, especially if they just like BJs from blokes. The disqualifier here is if they’ve ever bottomed or been on the verge of doing that. I have friends who argue there are some straight men who enjoy anal play; I don’t see that in my experience. 2. Blokes who’ve had an especially intense relationship with another man and it’s spilled over into a sexual relationship at some point. But their sexual desire for other men literally relates to that person. Ironically it was a much younger but sexually very experienced ex who convinced me of this. He knew he was homosexual at a very young age but described his sexuality as “homosexual in every way except emotionally heterosexual”. That resonated with me at the time because I’d come to regard myself as physically bisexual (ie I enjoyed and needed sex with both) but only capable of an ‘emotional’ relationship with a woman. There is, I believe, a third category: guys who, at one time or other, had sex out of necessity, ie gay for pay. To my mind, they’re usually reformed drug addicts or found themselves in situations where they felt they had no choice. Because it can be so difficult to tell after the fact where their mind was while doing it, it’s just not worth guessing (or fair to try to lift the lid off the top of that particular bottle).

The first time I knowingly took a poz load was from a young bloke who I first met as a street prostitute at Shakespeare Grove in the old days when it was a “thing”. Good kid; apparently straight but seemed to enjoy gay sex. He and I got along pretty well; unlike most I suppose, I was always very respectful and generous. We caught up regularly and then he disappeared for a while. Months later, I got a call from him asking if we could catch up. It turned out that he’d been in jail and needed money and somewhere to stay for a while. I was happy to let him crash in my spare room and gave him some cash but tried to make it clear that he wasn’t expected to give me anything in return. He told me that he’d been the prison bitch pretty much every day inside and was now HIV. During the night, he came into my bed and started making out with me. I couldn’t resist and eased him on top of me but he literally insisted he put on a condom. I let him but as we were fucking he became upset at the idea that my dick was soft and that I wasn’t enjoying myself. As much as I kept telling him that wasn’t the case, he wouldn’t believe me. Eventually I told him that, if he wanted to see my cock go rock hard, he could take the condom off and fuck me the way I wanted him to fuck me. Like the kid who wanted to please, he did exactly that and loved the instant reaction from my cock. While he tried to pull out when he was about to cum, I kept him inside with my legs and, after that, we had no problems whatsoever on the subject. He’s one of three blokes I know well and care for greatly who’ve been prison bitches, including my boyfriend. He was also the bitch in juvenile detention. When I know them and can see the hurt it’s caused them, yeah it makes me angry. It seems to be common and the “there’s nothing we can do about it” attitude just shits me no end.

My first time actually getting fucked was with an escort and his boyfriend. Ironically I’d booked him the night before and, for at least the third time, gave up on being penetrated because of the pain. But the need to try it was getting worse and, when I rang him the next night, I just said “don’t listen to me. Just do it”. He brought his boyfriend because he thought I might chicken out again, I suppose, and he wanted to put on a ‘show’ since I obviously earned a decent wage and was ok with spending it on sex... Long story short, I couldn’t protest if my mouth was full of his boyfriend’s cock and, even though it was the heights of the AIDS epidemic, I was so desperate to get fucked, the subject of condoms just never arose. I had them; I’m pretty sure he had them; it just didn’t come up. After him, my next sexual partner was an old guy in a public toilet a few days later. I was going to insist upon a condom but, again, by the time said “I’m going to fuck you now” and turned me around, bent me over and inserted his cock into me, the last thing I could think about was asking him to pause to put on a condom. After he fucked me, I went back to his place (in a caravan) and he fucked me all night. I had post-coital regret the next morning and did the whole “are you negative?” line. That discussion didn’t end well for safe sex; his answer was to start kissing me deeply and push my legs open and enter me again. I was just overcome with the fucking and, at some point, agreed that he could fuck me any time and that I needed him to fuck me and cum inside me. He fucked me often for at least a decade; many times I went to his caravan determined to keep getting fucked but only if it was safe and every time he’d just start kissing me, telling me how much he wanted me and how much he knew I wanted him to fuck me. And he made it clear while he was kissing me and undressing me, that I had two choices. Either he fucked me raw or we’d stop fucking. And every single time, he’d ease me onto my back, push open my legs and enter me. Once his dick was balls deep, he’d pause from the kissing and licking and remind me that he fucked raw, would fuck me raw and that I could leave any time I liked. Every. Single. Time. Honestly, I couldn’t control myself around him. He wasn’t remotely good looking but he was an extraordinary, passionate fucker who, as much as I tried to stay away, I just couldn’t. It was because of his “talent” that I would argue I didn’t really make a “decision” to bareback; at least not until a decade later. Even then, I decided to play safe for probably another decade but was a pushover if a guy preferred barebacking. Five years ago or so, I finally made an actual “decision” to bareback and accept the logical consequences if they arose.

One of my favourite things in the world is being fucked with a partner from opposite sides of a bed. Looking into a bloke’s eyes while you’re both being pounded; kissing; the whole experience is something I just love.

It took me over 25 years of having gay sex before I was first DP’d. That drought was finally broken last year and I’ve had it at least six times since. 😛

I’m a big believer that certain foods materially affect the taste of cum. For instance, the old one that pineapple juice makes your cum taste sweeter is one I’m absolutely convinced of. That pineapple juice is one of my favourite things in the world is mere coincidence; I know I loved pineapple juice as a kid and I’m sure I noticed its effect long before I’d heard it from anyone else. Whether it’s psychosomatic or not, I’m long since being able to tell...and it’s literally now irrelevant: I believe it’s true so it is 😛

With 20-20 hindsight, I now realise how many hang ups I had about sex when I was younger. It wasn’t so much while I was having sex but afterwards and I’m sure it must’ve seemed weird to a lot of guys I was with. I suspect that is why I much preferred guys to tell me what they wanted to do and lead me in the session. The worst hang up I had was why’s a guy like this interested in a guy like me, etc, etc. How’d I overcome that? I don’t really know tbh. I just grew up I suspect. Certainly I became more comfortable with my gay side but also my tendency to overanalyse everything probably eventually wore itself out in a way. At some point, I just stopped cluttering my head and focused on the only two things that really seemed to matter right then and there: what felt good and what seemed to make him feel good. It’s just “living in the moment” I suppose and it sounds obvious but actually doing it; being adventurous and open to any suggestions; trying them; and accepting that some things work and some don’t. If they don’t, so what? Try the next thing. It’s a little odd in some ways; I’m confident in my professional life and confident and happy with who I am as a person and always have been. The one area where that wasn’t the case was....yep...sexually. I know this probably isn’t helping much but I suspect sexual anxieties afflict a lot of us in some ways. Ironically, I see some of the younger members in here and view them with a mix of admiration, awe and even some envy solely because they seem to “get” their sexuality at such a young age. The common thread seems to be that they’re just “sexual beings” intuitively. All I can say is: trust me, if you keep trying to shut out the voices in your head that keep cluttering your mind and focus on that feels good/that doesn’t/he’s reacting well to that etc, you’ll train yourself to do it. Watch the guy’s eyes. Ask him if he likes this or that. And immediately add anything another guy does to you that blows your mind. Oh, and immediately forgive yourself if you slip back into doubt.

As @BREEDmeRAW said above, everyone defines “slutty” differently. Not only is it a term somewhat lacking specific definition, it’s also a classic perjorative term; where what you do might seem “slutty” but, when I do the same things, I’ll justify it as “making up for lost time” or whatever. That’s why it’s not a term I use to describe anyone’s sexual behaviour. Indeed, I don’t regard myself as remotely “slutty” even though my behaviour of recent years might fall within most people’s definition (on occasion anyway). But I know that I’ve consciously chosen in recent years to be more open to sexual experiences in a way that could scarcely be more different and less ‘responsible’ than I was for much of the previous 20. I’m fine with that; I’m enjoying myself and that’s the idea of our sex lives. If that means I have loads from 10 different men in my cvnt at some point, so be it. To answer your question directly though, I wouldn’t offer that sort of detail, no. It’s none of their concern. I might casually respond, “I’ve been here a while, yes” if they asked if I’d already been fucked but that’d be it. Besides, I’d have thought it’d be obvious more often than not as soon as they penetrated me.