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Increasingly, I think of any use of my cunt (either by dick, fist, dildo, getting pegged) as genuinely being fucked. It's not a breeding, of course, unless by a dick, but it is a use of my cunt for the pleasure of a top. So, yes, definitely, a fucking.

I am in love with this man! LOL

I have a very strong foot fetish so much so that I can’t pass a guy in flip flops in the warmer months without staring down to check out his feet. It’s practically debilitating. Here are mine.

The one thing I would add to all the good advice that's already been shared is to act mature and communicate well and respectfully. Remember that you're not talking to a number/age but another person of a certain age that's different than yours. Good communication is very important to me and helps me filter out young guys that I want to play with and young guys that I will pass on. More recently, I've been playing with more younger guys than I thought I would be, guys in their 20's and 30's. For the most part, they've been guys genuinely interested in playing with older guys, and they have been super fun sessions. It took me a while to adjust to being approached by younger guys, but it's been very much worth it.

[Author's note: I wrote this true account of my first bareback fuck many years ago. At this point, it's been 20 years rather than the 8-9 mentioned in the account. Brian and I continued to play regularly for years after this took place, getting piggier and piggier with each play session. While we are still connected, work, busy schedules, the hunt for new meat has left long gaps in getting together. I always look back at this encounter with the biggest smile on my face. I felt a strong attraction for Brian, and he for me, but it never materialized into more than simply acknowledging it with each other. I first posted this to a previous site that @rawTOP was operating and had lost it, to my great regret, but someone this morning, contacted me saying they had read it and provided the link to it, which is here, but you can read the account below.] I am sometimes asked how long I've been barebacking and how I first got into it. As a guy who loves sharing stories and hearing other people's stories about their sexual activities and kinks, I am generally very happy to answer the question. I've been barebacking for about 8 - 9 years now, since about 2000. My buddy Brian broke my bareback cherry. He wasn't a buddy at the time, just fresh meat, but he has since become a buddy. I was playing online, I think it might have been m4m4sex at the time, and had been just lusting after Brian's profile pic which was a shot of his cock. Brian's cock is about 8" x 6". I actually think that he is thicker than 6". His dick is full round, meaty and veiny. He's got a big set of balls and all of this is attached to a hairy trim, not gym-bound, but trim body. I'm a sucker for big dicks and a sucker for hairy guys. What made it even more appealing was that Brian is actually a very down to earth, smart, nice guy. After just ogling his profile pic for months, I worked up the nerve to contact him. I sent him an email through the online system and we started a brief chat. Very early into the chat, Brian let me know that he only barebacked. I told him that I did not and this ended the conversation, politely but it ended. It didn't end my desire for Brian's dick though. Whenever I'd log on to m4m, I would look at his profile pic and frustrate the hell out of myself. About 3 weeks later, he and I were online at the same time, and I contacted him once again, thinking that he might have forgotten our previous conversation and I might get a different answer. I was so hopeful he would say he'd fuck me safe. But he didn't, after a few email exchanges, he told me once again that he only fucks bare, and he politely turned me down. I was frustrated even more because in addition to not being able to get his dick, I had been online for hours trying to round something up and not having any luck at all. So, I was massively horny with no possibility of getting fucked in sight. I was bruised a bit by his turning me down again, but there was no way I could possibly blame him because he was so good about it. He told me where he stood and let me make the decision. I couldn't justify getting mad at him. Well I let some time pass as I struggled with the question of did I want Brian's dick enough to let him fuck me bareback. I can only describe this as agonizing. I was literally punishing myself, it seemed. Some time later, I was back online, as was Brian. I wanted to give it just one more try, which I did, and this time Brian's answer was much sterner. He said, "You've contacted me a few times and I've let you know that I only fuck bareback. When you're ready to get fucked bareback, let me know." He signed off shortly after this message. He was right. He had squarely put the question where it belonged: with me. I had been attempting to make my issue his and he was not going to let me do that. The next week, I was home for the day and feeling horny as shit. I had been online for a while and had been doing poppers as well, which I love doing, but the combination had me super horny. When I'm super horny, it's like every nerve ending in my body is screaming for cock, it's all I can think about and it consumes all my time. After having been online for much of the day and had been edging and feeling horny beyond belief, Brian came online and I was obsessed with getting some dick. I kept asking myself do I hit him up again and if I do, it can't be to try to get him to fuck me wrapped, not after his last response to me. Do I deal with my horniness by letting him fuck me bare. I sent him an email and said "I'm ready to get fucked bare." That's all the email said. Brian sent a quick response, which said nothing more than "What's your address? I can be there in about 20 minutes." I sent him my address, while my hands were trembling on the keyboard. I shut the computer down and got up from my chair. I started to tremble all over and could sense that most of the color was draining from my face. My hands also started to get cold and clammy. I could tell I was incredibly nervous, more so than possibly any other time in my life. BUT I also knew that I wanted to see this through. I paced my apartment waiting for Brian to show up. There was a knock at the door. I opened the door and found a good looking dark-haired and dark-featured man. I let him in and I could immediately tell he knew I was nervous. So, he spoke up, realizing perhaps that I was too "stuck" to say much of anything. He said, so where do you want to play? I didn't answer but just led him to the bedroom. Once there, he pretty much took control, I think realizing that he needed to take control if anything was going to happen, but I also realized that he didn't mind stepping up to take control. He unbuckled my jeans, slid me out of my clothes until I was standing naked in front of him, still feeling cold. He started working out of his dress clothes and before long, stepped out of his boxers to reveal his beautiful cock, the thing that led to this entire episode. It was already rock hard, standing at full thick attention, commanding all the attention in the room. Brian gave me a bottle of poppers to hold and told me to get on the bed on all 4's with my shoulders down on the bed, which I did, without realizing that I even did it. I was out of it still, just going through the motions. Brian told me to take a hit of poppers, which were good poppers, fresh. And a wave went over me, easing me up a bit. He got behind me and started eating me out, which he did with a lot of gusto. He had a talented tongue. Periodically, he would tell me to take a hit which I would. He would tell me, after my taking the hit, to push my hole out and then he'd dive back in to eat it some more. In all, he probably ate me out for 20 minutes. At this point, he got on his knees behind me, with his dick in his hand and told me to take a deep hit of poppers, so I did. He put his cockhead against my ring and started pushing in gently, all the while telling me to push out. He kept pushing and popped his head in and just kept it there for a short bit. I was scared that he was in but excited as well because I was starting to feel less nervous and recognizing how much I wanted this to be happening. Again, he told me to take a hit and started pushing his dick in. Brian's so thick, he's not easy to take, but I was wet with all his spit and also incredibly loosened up and horny from the poppers. At this point, I knew without his telling me to push my hole out so that his dick could slide in more easily. Finally, he was all the way in, buried to his thick bush. He kept his dick buried in me without moving for about a minute. He told me to take another deep huff and he started to pull out to just to the point of still having his dickhead inside me. He gave me a long stroke all the way down and back up and with the next stroke down he started fucking me mad. It was his ass to fuck, he deserved it. I gave myself over to his mad fucking. He didn't say much more during this time, he could hear me doing poppers on my own without his having to tell me, so he was just going to enjoy my pussy. After about 10 minutes of fucking me like this, Brian squirted a load of juice up my ass in about 6 awesome squirts. I remember thinking he didn't even say he was going to cum or even grunt heavily. I realized it's because he didn't want to run the risk of telling me and giving me the chance to somehow pull off of him. He wanted to be sure he could plant his seed deep in my ass. He finally pulled out, started getting dressed, without saying anything to me. I was exhausted. Finally he said, I can see myself out. That was my first bareback fuck and I haven't used a rubber since.

I think bareback is very addictive, for all good reasons. The first time I was barebacked was so addictive, that I haven't used or been fucked with a condom since. Here's an account of how it happened. [Author's note: I wrote this true account of my first bareback fuck many years ago. At this point, it's been 20 years rather than the 8-9 mentioned in the account. Brian and I continued to play regularly for years after this took place, getting piggier and piggier with each play session. While we are still connected, work, busy schedules, the hunt for new meat has left long gaps in getting together. I always look back at this encounter with the biggest smile on my face. I felt a strong attraction for Brian, and he for me, but it never materialized into more than simply acknowledging it with each other. I first posted this to a previous site that @rawTOP was operating and had lost it, to my great regret, but someone this morning, contacted me saying they had read it and provided the link to it, which is here, but you can read the account below.] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I am sometimes asked how long I've been barebacking and how I first got into it. As a guy who loves sharing stories and hearing other people's stories about their sexual activities and kinks, I am generally very happy to answer the question. I've been barebacking for about 8 - 9 years now, since about 2000. My buddy Brian broke my bareback cherry. He wasn't a buddy at the time, just fresh meat, but he has since become a buddy. I was playing online, I think it might have been m4m4sex at the time, and had been just lusting after Brian's profile pic which was a shot of his cock. Brian's cock is about 8" x 6". I actually think that he is thicker than 6". His dick is full round, meaty and veiny. He's got a big set of balls and all of this is attached to a hairy trim, not gym-bound, but trim body. I'm a sucker for big dicks and a sucker for hairy guys. What made it even more appealing was that Brian is actually a very down to earth, smart, nice guy. After just ogling his profile pic for months, I worked up the nerve to contact him. I sent him an email through the online system and we started a brief chat. Very early into the chat, Brian let me know that he only barebacked. I told him that I did not and this ended the conversation, politely but it ended. It didn't end my desire for Brian's dick though. Whenever I'd log on to m4m, I would look at his profile pic and frustrate the hell out of myself. About 3 weeks later, he and I were online at the same time, and I contacted him once again, thinking that he might have forgotten our previous conversation and I might get a different answer. I was so hopeful he would say he'd fuck me safe. But he didn't, after a few email exchanges, he told me once again that he only fucks bare, and he politely turned me down. I was frustrated even more because in addition to not being able to get his dick, I had been online for hours trying to round something up and not having any luck at all. So, I was massively horny with no possibility of getting fucked in sight. I was bruised a bit by his turning me down again, but there was no way I could possibly blame him because he was so good about it. He told me where he stood and let me make the decision. I couldn't justify getting mad at him. Well I let some time pass as I struggled with the question of did I want Brian's dick enough to let him fuck me bareback. I can only describe this as agonizing. I was literally punishing myself, it seemed. Some time later, I was back online, as was Brian. I wanted to give it just one more try, which I did, and this time Brian's answer was much sterner. He said, "You've contacted me a few times and I've let you know that I only fuck bareback. When you're ready to get fucked bareback, let me know." He signed off shortly after this message. He was right. He had squarely put the question where it belonged: with me. I had been attempting to make my issue his and he was not going to let me do that. The next week, I was home for the day and feeling horny as shit. I had been online for a while and had been doing poppers as well, which I love doing, but the combination had me super horny. When I'm super horny, it's like every nerve ending in my body is screaming for cock, it's all I can think about and it consumes all my time. After having been online for much of the day and had been edging and feeling horny beyond belief, Brian came online and I was obsessed with getting some dick. I kept asking myself do I hit him up again and if I do, it can't be to try to get him to fuck me wrapped, not after his last response to me. Do I deal with my horniness by letting him fuck me bare. I sent him an email and said "I'm ready to get fucked bare." That's all the email said. Brian sent a quick response, which said nothing more than "What's your address? I can be there in about 20 minutes." I sent him my address, while my hands were trembling on the keyboard. I shut the computer down and got up from my chair. I started to tremble all over and could sense that most of the color was draining from my face. My hands also started to get cold and clammy. I could tell I was incredibly nervous, more so than possibly any other time in my life. BUT I also knew that I wanted to see this through. I paced my apartment waiting for Brian to show up. There was a knock at the door. I opened the door and found a good looking dark-haired and dark-featured man. I let him in and I could immediately tell he knew I was nervous. So, he spoke up, realizing perhaps that I was too "stuck" to say much of anything. He said, so where do you want to play? I didn't answer but just led him to the bedroom. Once there, he pretty much took control, I think realizing that he needed to take control if anything was going to happen, but I also realized that he didn't mind stepping up to take control. He unbuckled my jeans, slid me out of my clothes until I was standing naked in front of him, still feeling cold. He started working out of his dress clothes and before long, stepped out of his boxers to reveal his beautiful cock, the thing that led to this entire episode. It was already rock hard, standing at full thick attention, commanding all the attention in the room. Brian gave me a bottle of poppers to hold and told me to get on the bed on all 4's with my shoulders down on the bed, which I did, without realizing that I even did it. I was out of it still, just going through the motions. Brian told me to take a hit of poppers, which were good poppers, fresh. And a wave went over me, easing me up a bit. He got behind me and started eating me out, which he did with a lot of gusto. He had a talented tongue. Periodically, he would tell me to take a hit which I would. He would tell me, after my taking the hit, to push my hole out and then he'd dive back in to eat it some more. In all, he probably ate me out for 20 minutes. At this point, he got on his knees behind me, with his dick in his hand and told me to take a deep hit of poppers, so I did. He put his cockhead against my ring and started pushing in gently, all the while telling me to push out. He kept pushing and popped his head in and just kept it there for a short bit. I was scared that he was in but excited as well because I was starting to feel less nervous and recognizing how much I wanted this to be happening. Again, he told me to take a hit and started pushing his dick in. Brian's so thick, he's not easy to take, but I was wet with all his spit and also incredibly loosened up and horny from the poppers. At this point, I knew without his telling me to push my hole out so that his dick could slide in more easily. Finally, he was all the way in, buried to his thick bush. He kept his dick buried in me without moving for about a minute. He told me to take another deep huff and he started to pull out to just to the point of still having his dickhead inside me. He gave me a long stroke all the way down and back up and with the next stroke down he started fucking me mad. It was his ass to fuck, he deserved it. I gave myself over to his mad fucking. He didn't say much more during this time, he could hear me doing poppers on my own without his having to tell me, so he was just going to enjoy my pussy. After about 10 minutes of fucking me like this, Brian squirted a load of juice up my ass in about 6 awesome squirts. I remember thinking he didn't even say he was going to cum or even grunt heavily. I realized it's because he didn't want to run the risk of telling me and giving me the chance to somehow pull off of him. He wanted to be sure he could plant his seed deep in my ass. He finally pulled out, started getting dressed, without saying anything to me. I was exhausted. Finally he said, I can see myself out. That was my first bareback fuck and I haven't used a rubber since.

I had a top buddy with 10" who would fuck me balls deep. The first few minutes of each session were about finding and getting his dick through that second sphincter/ring/curve. Until we accomplished that, it would be painful because he would be hitting different parts of my rectum until he found that opening. Once he did, I'd relax and he would push through and drive his 10" to his balls. At that point, it was one of the best, best feelings, sheer joy. He would fuck me that way for close to an hour, cumming multiple times. I was soft throughout the fuck because I was so focused on the pleasure in my pussy. I have no problems getting hard as a result of this style of fucking, plus I use big toys and get fisted and that has never impacted my ability to get hard. If you're able to achieve this, it's a fuck like none other.

Has always been a line of fantasy that turns me on big time.

Have been fucked by several tops with PAs. Beyond just the hot look of it swinging at the end of his cock, the anticipation that it will soon be tearing up my hole is a major turnon. Not just once inside, but the feeling as it pushes against your hole to get in is a hot sensation that leaves me wanting to open up so he can start pounding me more quickly.

Fuck yes!!!

For the longest time, I didn't swallow because I didn't like the taste of cum, but as I was getting piggier and sluttier, I realized that I was not really giving a complete blowjob. That I wasn't being the best pig I could be and, worse off, was wasting cum. Plus it seemed like if you swallowed guys kept cumming back for repeats. I hooked up with this one guy I was really into and was kneeling on the floor blowing him, while he laid back on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed at the knees. He had a long but think cock that slide down my throat nicely and I was really enjoying giving the blowjob. After a while, he announced that he was getting close and I really wanted to swallow his load to show how much I enjoyed sucking him. I was afraid I would stop and let him cum outside my mouth. As I started to taste the precum, I forced my mouth down to the base of his dick and luckily just at that time he shot and I swallowed one squirt and then the rest. Delicious! From then it was on to ass to mouth service...OINK

And your file size is less than 0.5 megabytes?

As deep as possible. Unless the load is being felched out or played with in another way, I want to have that load buried deep in my guts so I can carry it for as long as possible.

For a large part of my 20 years of barebacking, my preference has been to keep it in. I've always really been grateful to the top for breeding me especially since he could have bred any number of holes and tried to keep it in as long as possible. And, I think tops really appreciate a bottom who wants to incubate their babies as long as possible. In the last couple of years felching and cumplay seem to have become more popular so there have been times I've pushed the load out to feed a cum hungry fag. Or even to snowball. Often that involves the breeding top or he's watching someone else felch it out of me. Then there are instances in which there was no concern that the load was even going to drip out. Had a 10" top that would bury his loads (he came anywhere from 6-7 times in each session) past my second ring. His loads were buried so deep that I never even got the feeling of something wanting to be let out. It just stayed deep inside me. He would refer to his loads as his babies and sometimes even follow up the next day to see if I was still carrying them. OINK!

I would echo much of what @subBottomKink and @find91 have already mentioned. I've been fisting for roughly 10 years as both a bottom and a top. As a top, I've played with quite a number of newbies, and also guys who have tried taking a fist from others, but have not been able to do so. I find that I like being able to pop their cherry and often can. I have a medium sized hand that collapses well, and I incorporate into topping a fisting bottom a lot of what I have learned as a fisting bottom myself. The focus of your post was on your sensations. Be sure to consider the top you're playing with. Does he have a large or extra large hand? Or does it not collapse well or is it bony? As a first timer, you may not be able to accommodate a large fist well. Small (not too common) or medium (more common) may be a better starting place. So, that's something to keep in mind. Another consideration is whether he has a fair amount of experience? His ability to get his hand in you in a way that allows you to accommodate it is as important as your ability to take it. And make sure he's going in as pointed fingers rather than a fist. While it's called "fisting", many of us don't take a closed fist as often as we take pointed fingers. More importantly is you. I find many new fisting bottoms exhibit what I think of as "anticipatory anxiety". They often have anxiety about what it's going to feel like when the top's fist does go in. And many bottoms have a concern about being clean. All this adds up to a busy mind. One of the most important things is to relax your mind, so that you can relax your hole. Anxiety almost always causes you to clench a bit, and not fully relax. One other anticipatory behavior is asking how many fingers are in so far. I get this a lot. "How many fingers is that?" I try to move bottoms away from this; it's hugely unhelpful to be counting. This is a clear indication to me that the bottom's mind is preoccupied and it won't result in a relaxed hole, leading to a failed attempt. But as in your case, as you have taken your first fist, I find what happens is that a sense of panic sets in. The feeling is that your hole is cramped and that both your body AND your mind are telling you to push it out and push it out quickly. Yes, there is a significant stretch. What would be most helpful is to quiet your mind and stop it from racing and reacting. To do this, take DEEP breaths, and I mean from the belly, not simply the chest. Slow in and slow, measured out. If you're able to do this, within a very short time, you'll notice that the initial reaction of your hole feeling full has dissipated because your hole has stretched to accommodate the fist. Good luck and enjoy!! And be sure to use lots and lots of lube!!!

Anyone know of a gay friendly salon for waxing in DC / NoVA? Thinking of getting balls, taint, pubes, hole waxed. Also, any feedback about the experience, pros/cons that you've noted? Thanks!

Started getting ffisted in 2009, and it quickly became one of my favorite activities. Started out as a bottom, but changed to vers after realizing that you have to give a hand to get a hand. Since then I've noticed, especially in the last couple of years, a strong increase in the number of guys who are into ffisting. Definitely, use asspig.com as mentioned earlier to connect with playmates in your area. I find the certification feature there to be very helpful in identifying suitable playmates. I'm finding a lot of guys who are inexperienced but don't realize they are inexperienced because they seem to think of it as another sex act, when it takes a good bit of experience and finesse to be good at ffisting.

Just love reading this gradual progression from novice to ffisting pig. WOOF!

Also in NoVA

I may get hard during foreplay, especially if kissing is involved. That gets me totally hard. Other than though, I'm always soft during a fuck. In fact, I really hate it when a top fucking me tries to play with my dick. I've always gotten my pleasure from my hole, so during a fuck all my focus is on my hole and his cock. The more he uses me, and the less he pays attention to my junk, the better a fuck it is for me. I don't need to cum. I get all my pleasure from getting bred by my top.

Good luck with your journey locking up. There are a few good web sites that you can turn to for information, education, and resources. One was listed earlier. There's also lockedmen.net. I recommend reading this. There is a very useful section on this website called "suppliers" which lists the different manufacturers and online suppliers. Going through this section gives you an idea of the various types of materials and styles used to make cages. Many of the manufacturers describe how to measure yourself for their equipment. The two measures that matter most are the circumference of the base ring that fits around your cock and balls and then the size of the cage itself. Many caution you to be sure to be flaccid when measuring for the cock length. Take this seriously; you can't just be soft but truly flaccid to get the right size cage. One of the more difficult (or annoying) things I have found is that different manufacturers measure their equipment differently. What's small or nano for one manufacturer may be micro or compact for another. You can't necessarily transfer measurements you made for one manufacturer to another. You might also wish to follow cagedjock on twitter, pornhub, etc. He's been locking up for what seems like a long time and he's nice enough to do some education videos. Here's one on how to put on a cage [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph573a78410e5af. There are others on twitter who are locking up and it seems like it is a growing trend. Be sure, be sure, to do before and after care. Be sure to apply lotion (cagedjock) talks about this in the video, and wash your cage periodically. Also, if you plan on not cumming, just know that for good health, you may want to cum periodically for good prostate health. Locking up is a fun part of learning about yourself. Enjoy the journey!

Totally feel that way, too