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The pic in the header, by the way, is one he took during the session.

2 hours ago, FelchingPisser said:

I do three-hour sessions with my fisting guys--but I want them to have breaks...

I think fisting is a slightly different paradigm - I would expect a fisting session to be time-consuming. My sense is that with fisting the pleasure is as much in the journey as in the destination, and the ride perhaps not as turbulent, at least in the early stages. But I’ve only had the opportunity ti take one so far, regrettably, so I can’t speak with any authority.

There’s also a difference in physical dynamic - three hours of jabbing, thrusting friction takes a toll quite different from protracted stretching.

Not that I disagree in principle, but I feel obliged to point out that item 4 is a highly subjective measure, and item seven is a matter of opinion subject to definition.

On 12/31/2021 at 2:54 AM, Chrisb said:

I found lambskin condoms made from lambskin

These may be biodegradable and thus better for the environment, but what about the sheep? Are you fine with lambs being led to slaughter so you can fuck with a marginally more sensitive condom full of microscopic holes that defeat its entire purpose?

I'm waiting for the kink community to invent sharkskin condoms made from sharkskin. Shark skin is like sandpaper.

but the movie is a “point of view” opus that leaves me cold.
 

My friend, I knew you were a rare breed among men, but do you mean you actually watch the movie? Nobody actually watches the movie. Yet you can provide that level of experience to a bottom and provide a film review.

I’m even more impressed. The next time I’m impaled on you we can talk about what it would look like if Spielberg did porn. 🙂

4 hours ago, hntnhole said:

Countering the fundamental  emotional joy of Breeding/Mating with as many of our Brothers-in-this-Life as we possibly can, is the unfortunate restriction of judging a man by his (or worse, our own) physical appearance.  One of the physical characteristics I tend to avoid is obesity,

I confess that I, also, find obesity an unpleasant feature, and I do not enjoy servicing men who are morbidly overweight. But my duty is clear-cut; if a man wants my holes, they are his. My personal pleasure or displeasure is immaterial, and I can be quite harsh with myself if I realize that I am not doing my best for a man because of his physical form. To my mind, it is perhaps even more crucial that I serve such a man than a man of admirable physique, because the man who lives within that overweight body likely also suffers from a deficit of physical contact and sexual expression - I may be his best chance at getting something every human being needs. 

That, essentially, is why I believe I was made this way, to do this thing - to provide an opportunity for men who have a deep need they find it difficult or impossible to meet. That’s why I turn no one away, not because it makes me feel slutty, but because the next man may need me desperately. My experience tells me that sometimes they do - most often, I find that if I apply my tongue to an obese man’s cock, he’ll coat it with cum in very short order.

I have serviced the old, the disabled, the misshapen, the timid, the deeply hurt, the deeply confused, the lost. I take them inside the warmth of my body and make them the center of the Universe for a brief time, and do my best to show them that they are human, and they are men.

Some of them benefit from this; some of them get no more than they would from shagging any random hole, and that’s fine. That’s also a big part of my purpose, to satisfy men’s incidental need as often as I can. Yet you never know how deeply a man is affected by his encounter - an aggressive, Dominant Top who generally has no difficulty finding ass when he wishes may choose me to breed, and I may find in the course of that breeding that I am able to help him draw more deeply from the well of his primal instinct and connect with something that fulfills him beyond his expectation. If the process leaves me battered, wet, sticky and half-conscious, it only proves that I was the proper instrument for the task. 

3 hours ago, hntnhole said:

In my experience, I have seen and known a number of guys that put on a collar to announce their submission when they're out cruising, similar to an armband or other "flagging" gear (particularly if they're somewhat "butch" in appearance), and I considered the term "Collared" in the traditional sense.

In fact, I do normally put on my service collar when I go, for instance, to a bathhouse (a nice solid metal band chrome collar doesn’t rust or get moldy from the steam) to signal that I am a submissive, and that I have a duty to serve. I don’t think, however, that it has ever made me look “butch” in any sense of the word. I have found, as I have always been self-collared, that that also means self-disciplined, and responsible for myself in the world. No one has ever taken care of me; I learned long ago how to take care of myself and see that my own needs are met as well as I can. For those who wonder how I have managed to gain such a varied sexual experience and tally up such a record of breedings, it’s because life forces me to be proactive - if I take no initiative, I get nothing. I am alone; no one touches me; if I am ever to feel the touch of another human being, I have to be the one who reaches out. At the bathhouse, my ass may be excellent inside, but outside my body is unremarkable at best, and I have to find a way to at least make others aware that I exist. A bright band of silver in a sea of flesh does that. It is a utility, and a necessity, as much as it is a statement of duty. But it is never a statement of fashion. Frankly, I have no idea what men think of me when they see me walk around with it on, but it doesn’t seem to repel them. (Some of them even find it useful as a grip for leverage.) No doubt some of them see it and draw the sort of mistaken conclusion you describe - I’m certainly used to being misunderstood, but regardless, at least they noticed me, which is better than being invisible.

@hntnhole - My former Master was not perhaps ‘high-minded’ in the sense that he was trying to help me move beyond some perceived limitation, nor was he, in the strictest sense, driven by a pleasure taken in manipulation. The work he did with me was a matter of experimental inquiry, to determine the extent to which a man could be trained to accept a submissive sexual role to other men and the extent to which that role could be psychologically embedded. He was also interested in the boundary between the threshold of pleasure and pain, and how orgasm was tied to both. You imply that he owed it to me that I end the process in a particular state, but that is not the nature of the kind of experimental inquiry in which he was engaged, and in which I was an informed and active participant.

Had he and I been in a traditional Dominant/submissive relationship, it might be that he would have had some responsibility toward me, but although many Dominants have used me, none had ever collared me for himself, and I did not see this as such a situation. When he finished his experiment after six years, he released me, and I remained as self-collared as I had been before, only now altered by his work.

It isn’t that he left me somehow susceptible to inappropriate advances that could be somehow filtered out; rather, what I face is inherent to being self-collared. In an ideal world, a cunt like me trained to accept any cock would be utilized by a Dominant who took pleasure in being the one deciding which cocks those would be.  But I’ve never had that. I’m responsible for myself, and it’s not my place to choose the cocks that fuck me, but to merely make it possible for them to find my cunt. That leaves me necessarily vulnerable.

When I say I want Tops to take everything, though, I’m not masochistically saying I want to be trampled and taken advantage of. What I mean is that I want every Top to have complete, unfettered access to the deepest, most intimate part of my physical and sexual nature that he desires to satisfy his personal need. My former Master helped me begin to unlock an ability to access this deep sexual reservoir for others to reach into by exposing the deepest core of my orgasm for anyone to play with at a whim. Perhaps it’s true that I have been left acutely vulnerable to predation, but on the other hand, I feel deeply that my best purpose is to fulfill someone aggressive and Dominant.

The only way I could be confident that I could fill the role I now accept as mine without ever worrying about ending up in a bad situation would be to find a Dominant who wanted to actually make full use of me. Even a man simply whoring me out would be a more controlled situation. But at my age, I think the possibility of realizing any ideal scenario is vanishingly remote, and I will simply have to look after myself as best I can.

 I do not, however, regret the change made in me. It is better to know myself and be driven by purpose - even if that purpose is to cunt myself for every other man - than to wander in confusion and doubt.

On 2/20/2021 at 8:42 AM, PoM269 said:

Have you considered seeing a therapist?

I had a therapist for 20 years. I’ve been psychoanalyzed and introspected quite, quite comprehensively, I assure you. You’re not wrong in saying that I sound unfulfilled, but very few persons have truly reached a point of complete fulfillment in life. The human condition, as posited by Maslow, is one of perpetual striving for self-actualization. A man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a Heaven for?

On 3/22/2019 at 3:57 AM, AirmaxAndy said:

wiggling suggestively helps. 

Would you care to elaborate on that? Because I now have a mental image that cannot be right...

2 hours ago, BB4fking said:

So true! My experience mirrors yours and alas I have no great advice. I’ve similarly occupied slings (but no so long as to hog them) and been disappointed that cruisers seem oblivious to the purpose and proper etiquette. Too much grabbing of my cock when that’s clearly not the reason I’ve hoisted my ass up. However, when a top comes along who knows his stuff the frustration and annoyance pays off - and your post has reminded me of a couple of great sessions I’ll now jerk off to! 

Thanks for letting me know it’s not just me! I hate to think that I’m going to have to make a sign with instructions on how to use a sling and carry it with me...

2 hours ago, FelchingPisser said:

I fuck way more holes--usually not memorable enough to talk about.

Oh snap.

1 hour ago, phukhole said:

I've often had similar thoughts (though not so eloquently organized).  My reality and your reality can be very different.  It doesn't take long to figure out who the tourists are and who are the kindred souls!

*sigh* But you said in two sentences basically what took me 13 paragraphs...

As a coda to this entry, I was fucked five times that evening, and the fifth breeding was performed by a large, muscular black man with the thickest cock I have ever seen in real life. As though fate read my entry, he did in fact fuck me brutally, without mercy, and for a long time. I took his cock as deep as he wanted throughout the entire painful experience, and his assault eventually loosened my insides so that he could grind against me as I watched his face express his joy at cumming inside me.

Almost 48 hours later, my ass is still sore. If he were in the room with me right now asking for my cunt, I would hesitate to open for him.

But I would.

God help me.

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Please.....make my cock bigger anyway you like!

@FelchingPisser - There's such a thing as "too much of a good thing". I had a moment of fear in that bathhouse that you and your "slightly larger" friend were going to try to double-penetrate me, and there aren't enough poppers in the world...

On 10/18/2018 at 4:57 AM, FelchingPisser said:

Well, damn...your ass/pussy/mancunt was a source of great pleasure.  I really enjoyed the unique character of each time/place I defiled you .   

 

Here's the latest pic of my meat--the  cock that taught you why I"m addicted to sling fucking...

This pic does not do that intimidating cock justice. Here’s a trick - if you’re reading this and viewing the image, enlarge the image on your computer or cell phone screen until the guy’s hand at bottom left is actual real-life size. Then look at the cock.  o.0

(Bonus fun: Then with your newfound sense of dimension, reread the blog post about what that cock did to my ass.)

There are some Tops who appear to expect oral service in order to get them ready for fucking you, even if it’s just a swirl of the tongue to “tighten them up” before they dive in. Any number of times I will have assumed a position for being fucked, on hands and knees or on my belly on a bed with my ass poised like ripe fruit at the edge, only to turn my head and find the Top standing at the side of the bed nearest my head with his pants down and his cock pointed at my mouth, not saying a word, just expectant.

I’m half tempted to say, “The ass is the other end, and if you were unsure that’s actually kind of insulting.”

Is taking the cap off and exposing the poppers to the air what causes them to go stale? If so, would it work to pour the contents into, for instance, a perfume bottle with a vaporizer and administer them that way so that you never have to open the cap? Would that prolong their life? Or perhaps simply placing a piece of sponge or cotton or some other filter in the neck of the bottle? I assume the little ball in the bottle is because the contents stratify and need to be shaken up; is going 'stale' sometimes simply because the user hasn't shaken the bottle properly? Do you find that the larger quantity bottles go stale more quickly or more slowly than the smaller quantity bottles? That is, if you buy a bigger bottle, do you just have to use it up quicker so as not to waste your money?

Thanks! That compliment is *nearly* as good the other ones.  And as to sampling the subject matter... who knows? It's a small planet, and it hasn't finished fucking me yet...

I like that observation. I have always made it a point to pay the Top some compliment afterward even if he wasn't all that. In a busy anon group I haven't always been able to speak individual praise afterward... but I'm a vocal bottom. Can't help it. I figure I'll end up saying something out loud that most Tops would take as a compliment.

I got tested regularly at six-month intervals, not including the times when my doctor had me tested for cause because he knew that I had sex with men. I never had a re-test for a negative result, however, so none of he negative results were ever suspect. I just had a run of very, very bad luck as far as the test results. In hindsight, there were other clues that the doctor *should* have seen, like low B12 levels and other markers, that should have pointed to HIV infection, but he's a GP without a great deal of experience in HIV diagnosis and simply didn't connect the dots.