PendragonSpirit

Actually, yes. Well, let me qualify that. I didn't know him personally, but I knew of him. Back in the good ol' days of Craigslist, I had posted an ad as a face-down/ass-up/no-strings cumdump. I got a response from a guy who had his real name attached to the email address. I knew I recognized the name, but couldn't quite figure out why. Finally, my curiosity got the better of me and I Google'd it and my area. Turns out the guy was/is the lead singer for a very popular local rock band, and married. I didn't let on that I knew who he was, of course, and we made all the usual arrangements. I have to say it was a little extra-hot knowing I was taking the load from a local celebrity. He fucked like a champ, too.

This is a great question. I've gone back-and-forth with weight and body issues all my life, and here's what I found ultimately worked for me (even though I've fallen out of the habit due to the pandemic, gyms being closed for awhile, etc.) 1. I found a gym that was close to work. In my case, Gold's Gym was literally just down the road from the office. Since I knew I had to be at work every day anyway, this meant I had no excuse to not go to the gym aside from just being lazy - it wasn't a special trip or out of my way, it was somewhere I was going to be regardless, so it didn't matter if I went there a few hours early. 2. Make friends. Cannot stress this enough. Even if not friends, acquaintances, people to keep you accountable if they don't see you for a few days (aside from rest days.) One of the best feelings in the world was when someone who had seen me when I first started working out and losing weight would walk up and say they were proud of my progress or happy to see I hadn't quit. 3. Gym crushes don't hurt. I totally flirted with a few of the guys there, who didn't really mind, even if they were straight. I think my favorite were the twin trainers who were dead ringers for porn star Ryan Driller/Jeremy Bilding. Shame about them being straight, though. 4. Building off number 2, if you can find someone (or more than one) who also wants to go at the same time, you can hold one another accountable.

Really, quite the opposite. I've always maintained I wanted it raw and have actually had to break things off with a regular fucker who, despite having an amazing black cock and knowing just how to use it, refused to just go raw despite multiple hookups and repeated requests for him to breed me.

Shockingly, I think I've managed to avoid any STIs despite the sheer number of men I've taken raw and who shot inside. Hell, even the guys who fucked me multiple times and bred me who I later found out were poz, I've remained neg. The one time I did have a scare was when a hookup told me he was having "burns when I pee" issues after he'd bred me the week before, but an STI test at our local health clinic confirmed I had a clear bill of health.

That's actually a really good point. I think one of the biggest differences in solo vs. with another is that solo, my mind is more free to wander through various fantasies that I don't always feel comfortable sharing with a partner/group/total stranger. I mean, it's a little awkward to tell the guy you're with "Hey, I'm gonna beg you to stop but I don't want you to actually stop and oh if you could just wrap your hand around my throat while you plow me like a farmer's field and piss on me afterwards, that'd be swell. The safe word is 'french toast.'" Joking aside, that is something I hadn't considered, and maybe I should be more up-front about kinks/fetishes when I'm getting with a partner. I think part of it, as well, is I'm not really comfortable with my own body and when I'm by myself, that anxiety isn't there. I don't do poppers, though - honestly, while the rush is there, they mostly just give me a headache. I've considered trying Viagra/Sildenafil but I haven't spoken to a doc about it or anything. Anyway, thank you - and everyone - for the feedback.

Despite the clever wordplay of the subject, this actually is a serious question. For whatever reason, I am simply unable to get or maintain a hardon during sex. Never have been able to. I can get it up when I'm masturbating, with or without porn, but for some reason the introduction of another person touching me immediately causes everything down below to take a vacation. It's really frustrating, even as a fairly committed bottom, because sometimes there ARE guys who want to enjoy sucking off their bottom, and I'm at least slightly interested in exploring a more... versatile outlook. Since everything works when I fly solo, it doesn't seem to be a physical issue, just a mental block. Has anyone else dealt with this? How did you overcome it? Did you overcome it? Any advice or thoughts or anecdotal experience is welcome.

Unless one is into not knowing about the things happening to them. But then, I guess if you consent to non-consensual, it's still consenting? Or... something?

So, I had a moment of weakness a couple of days ago. My Snapchat has been going back and forth with saying my stepdad has joined Snapchat (since I have him saved in my phone list, obviously), but then his account will disappear after a day or 2. But it's always the same username, and it's one that my stepdad has used pretty much the entire time I've known him and introduced him to the internet. Anyway, my detective intuition kicked in - i.e. I'm inquisitive - and I did a quick Google search for his screen name. And... found that he has an online dating profile where he lists his status as "separated" but looking for a good time. The profile is recent, as his profile pic is one my folks sent me not too long ago while they were on a trip. I almost - ALMOST - screen capped it to send to him and use as leverage for getting the sex I've wanted since I was like... 13. I mean, he's clearly being unfaithful, and in recent conversations over the past few weeks, neither he nor my mom ever mentioned them being separated again. I came to my senses and didn't do it, because I'm not a monster, but the fact I considered it.. not a good look. I don't even know why I'm sharing it except to cleanse my soul or something. And I feel I'm less likely to be judged here, because let's face it, we're all a little kinky and sometimes don't make the best choices. 😂

It wasn't so much a verbal compliment as a compliment-by-action, when I had a regular who would visit me at least 2-3 times a week to breed my hole before he went to see his wife at work... and she worked in the office of my apartment complex. Really, anytime someone says I'm "better than their wife/girlfriend" as they're shooting a load into me, it's a huge turn-on.

I came out officially in high school, when I was around 16. I made the "mistake" of telling a girl - who also happened to be a cheerleader - in my gym class that I thought one of the other guys in our class was hot (because... he was. Jesus, he was.) And since the only thing faster than light is high school gossip, somehow everyone knew about it in the like... 20 minute gap from then to homeroom. Oddly enough, I was the only openly gay student in our school and it turns out my accidental coming out improved my social standing to the point I was (more or less) one of the cool kids.

Huh. I did not know that. That... explains a lot. The More You Know™!

I'm gonna be the weird one here. I enjoy the smell when I'm horny, but in other cases, I actually don't care for it. It's a little TOO pungent for my tastes. I have a well-used fleshlight which has stored up weeks and weeks worth of loads, as well as what's dripped into the cap, and I accidentally knocked the cap over onto my sheets once. The scent was overpowering to the point I actually had to wash the sheets because NO amount of fresh air and open windows was doing a damn thing about it. Still... in the right situation, the seedy backroom of a bar or bookstore, the fucking in a bathhouse, or even just a good old fashioned sex party at home... it can be a turn-on.

I don't know why anyone would want to be D&D free. Dungeons & Dragons is one of the best games ever! Oh. Oh, that's not what they meant. In all seriousness, humanity tends toward simplified terms to describe something without necessarily considering other context. In this case, "clean" becomes shorthand for "As of my most recent testing/to the best of my knowledge, I do not currently have any STIs which I could pass on to you." I admit, I've been guilty of using the term myself from time to time, until I realized the opposite implied people with an STI were "dirty." But then you run into situations where people will describe themselves (or at least their load) as "dirty" or "toxic", so... In short, people and words are confusing and we don't always make the best choices on either.

Many years past (thankfully), I kept running into the same person - whether it was cruising a local bookstore, park, or bathhouse. He was nice enough, relatively handsome, decently equipped... except every time we'd run into one another in the same place, he'd make a beeline right for me. And me, being a generous and patient sort, would indulge him and we'd fool around. Which was fine... right up until the point he was going to fuck me and he would inevitably ask "Do you like me? Will you be my boyfriend? Do you want to date?" I mean, if that's a kink of his, that's fine, but there was never any discussion of it, and it was such an awkward moment it killed the mood. Every. Damn. Time. So I'd make some excuse-type noises and leave, until I ran into him again later. Part of it's my own fault, I should have just pointed out that if I'm cruising for anonymous bareback breeding, I'm probably not out there looking for Mr. Right. Haven't seen him in a long while, though; I can only assume he moved somewhere else.

Not so much one particular memory, but more of a timespan. My favorite still has to be the period from.. oh, 14-18 when my parents and I would make semi-weekly trips out of town to malls up by Chicago or its suburbs, and I would wander off to shop on my own (in theory, to the arcade, because I'm a huge nerd.) But instead I'd scout out which department store bathroom was cruisy and spend a few hours sucking strangers off under the partition. For some reason, it was always JC Penny. No idea why.

It's been decades since I watched any, so I'm not up on who's current.. but back in the day, I thought the Undertaker was oddly hot, as well as Sting (I guess I have a thing for goth men.)

Two come immediately to mind: NIN - "Closer" Simon Curtis - "Flesh"

There's nothing quite like the first time fucking/sucking outside. It's like a drug.

Yeah, men are weird. I've had a number of regulars who wore a condom the first time, then went raw every single time thereafter. The only thing I can think is the top wants to make sure the bottom is good at.. ah... "prep" work? Still, it makes no sense. If a long-term or repeat thing happens, there's no real difference between raw-dogging from the start and playing safe the first time.

I have found that porn playing during sex can be a very sly way of indicating you may be into something if you're too nervous to outright say it. For example, I've had a moment where a pissing scene happened after the breeding, and the guy fucking my mouth said it looked "interesting." Gave me a chance to say "Well... if you want to try it..." Which he did, and we found a new kink for us to do when we hooked up.

Only once, in a Wal-Mart parking lot. This was back in the days of gay.com chat rooms being an active thing, and a guy hit me up, saying he had stopped for the night in a lot which was just a couple of miles away from me. I agreed to meet, and we got right down to business once I got in the sleeper. I was disappointed he used a condom... at first. But then after about 15 minutes of fucking, he said those magic words.. "Can I take it off and cum inside you?" Obviously, I said yes. He pulled out, tossed the condom on the sleeper bed next to my head, and went to town for another minute or so before he pumped his load into me.

Well said. Knowing your own worth and value is key to being able to also be comfortable with a little degradation and kink sometimes.

Between 2-5 times a day, depending. One nice thing about working from home is it gives a lot more time for wanking at home, too.

While out on a bike ride a couple of days ago, I stopped by one of my town's bookstores as there were quite a few cars in the lot. Within maybe 5 minutes, I was sucking the dick of this cute college-aged guy wearing a t-shirt of our local university. I had my pants down around my ankles, no underwear (as usual), and my ass was still kind of sweaty from the bike ride. As I was sucking, hands grabbed my hips from behind and something hard pressed against my hole. I just kept sucking, didn't even look back to see who it was, and felt my hole open as a completely anonymous dick slid in - no lube, just the sweat from the ride and the heat of the back room. The guy I was sucking grabbed the back of my head to encourage me to keep working his dick, and I heard a third voice from off to the side say "Yeah, fuck his white pussy. Breed him." The guy fucking me lasted maybe two minutes before he shoved all the way in, and I heard him grunting out an "Oh fuck" as he unloaded into me. As soon as he pulled out, the other voice said "Now that you got some lube in there..." before I felt another dick slipping into me. I could feel something extra hard at first, and realized this second cock was pierced. This guy also grabbed onto my hips and fucked hard, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt. The college boy I was sucking started thrusting hard into my mouth, gagging me on his dick, and it wasn't long before I felt his salty load blasting over my tongue just as the guy fucking me said "Yeah, take this load, fag" and started pumping his own cum into me. He pulled out, slapped my ass, and said "That's good pussy." I pulled off the college boy's dick and started to reach for my pants. College boy grabbed my arm and said "I got another load in me", moved behind me, and shoved his dick into my now very cummy hole. He fucked me for a couple of minutes, saying nothing, but I could hear him grunting and his breath getting faster and more shallow until he let out a loud moan as he coated my insides with his seed. He pulled out, and I could hear him zipping up his pants. "Slut," he said, but there was no malice in it - more like a gentle teasing - and then I saw his shadow leave the booth. It took maybe 15 minutes from start to finish, but it made the unplanned stop very much worth it.

I've always gone the polite-but-firm route. "I only take it raw" is a complete sentence. As much as it's one party's right to say "condoms only", it's equally your right to say "Thanks, but no condoms." If you're not a match, you're not a match. And, to be honest, I've found it about 50/50 on those same tops hitting me up later with "Well.. I don't normally do bare, but..."