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Oh my God, it had to have been snowing in Nashville last night - flakes were everywhere. Against my better judgment (I knew better than this, I have only myself to blame) I agreed to meet a guy for a breeding at a hotel room at a point sort of midway between us - about an hour-and-half drive. He had kept up correspondence over several weeks, sent sample video... I figured, take a chance, he might actually show up. On my way down I get a message: “Sorry I missed you.” He hadn’t missed me, the fucker wasn’t even going to try, and couldn’t be bothered to get the timing right on his excuse. But again, not really shocked - Mr “Sam Breedswell”, aka rawdigbreeder on BBRTS, is in his mid-20s. Flaking and ghosting aren’t confined to the twentysomethings, of course, but the practice seems heavily clustered there. Honestly, I just don’t get it. I don’t understand what goes through someone’s mind to make them think to say “OMW” when they have absolutely no intention of moving an inch in your direction (happened twice last night in the space of an hour). Why does someone tell you they’re going to come within a certain time frame, knowing full well that they’re not going anywhere because they have no transportation? Like I said, this shit mostly seems to happen with the younger set, but the most egregious case I ever had involved two men who came to fuck me at a hotel, got as far as opening the door, and then bolted, leaving the door hanging open. They were both 40 years old. In reply to my incredulous WTF message, they said, “We chickened out.”(!)(!!) Who raises children to become adults who think behaving like this toward other people is okay? How does a young man square it with his conscience to string another man along for weeks and cause him to spend the cost of a hotel room and the time and effort of a three-hour round-trip drive, and then just blow him off? Maybe it’s just because I was brought up to be considerate of others that I don’t get this, but their psychology baffles me. I suppose in some cases it may be that a guy gets all wound up in his sexual fantasy talking to another guy online about doing some real thing, and then makes the statement that yes! He’s going to do it! On my way! And then having experienced that heady rush, immediately backs down in the face of reality because the truth is he doesn’t have the courage to follow his desires, or he’s too inhibited, or faces an actual barrier like no wheels. But that still doesn’t change the nature of what the guy does, which is essentially a total lie told to the other person that sets the other person up with a set of false expectations. The other thing is that the flakes do this without any apparent concern that it makes them appear utterly shitty to the people they offend, and burn every bridge they fail to cross as they do it. Their potential future connections get crossed off one by one as those people block them for flaking. In some communities, I imagine it could damage a reputation. Anyone have any better insight? I would like to understand what goes on in their heads. Just as an aside, last night I serviced a man who... did not entirely match his advertising on his profile. His profile pic was so out-of-date it was taken with a flip-phone(!), and he had developed an enormous growth on the top of his head. He told me before he arrived that he really looked forward to a lot of ball licking, and then the first thing he explained to me when he took off his pants was that he had a hernia that sometimes descended into his scrotum (as indeed it had now) and he needed a minute to push it back. I could go on, but I won’t, because none of that is the point. The point is that he showed up. In spite of all the potential reasons he could have faced rejection on arrival, he showed up. And I was happy to pleasure him because that man was more of a man than all of those flakes put together.

Better, though the image cuts off at the top and I can’t tell how much you’ve tilted up your ass. Sometimes it helps to arch your back a little, or draw your knees in a little to raise your pelvis slightly so you’re not lying as flat. It’s good to maintain a slight toned, ready quality, as opposed to limpness. Unless, of course, you’re going for the fuck-me-while-unconscious tactic, but not everyone will go for that.

[Raises hand] But then, I wouldn’t think of myself as in any way typical in this regard. I’ve never tried to be the guy everybody wants for anything because I have always known that there was no point in competing. Instead, I set myself an altogether different measure of success. And I don’t chase after men, either. They come to me, or they don’t. I can’t make them find me desirable if they’re not already so inclined, and it would be presumptuous of me, as a service bottom, to try. I will confess, however, that I do tend to try to avoid contact with men more the closer they get to 20. They’re just too flighty, insecure, unreliable and tiresome. And flake-y. Sooooo flake-y.

I do not indulge this, especially in older men. My experience is that this leads to long, rambling chats with lonely men who really want someone to talk to more than a hookup. I sympathize, and God knows I hear a lot of life stories after guys finish fucking me and suddenly find themselves feeling comfortable around me, but I don’t have time or patience for it on the phone. I don’t even like talking on the phone.

That’s a fine point - I don’t usually consider myself fucked if I’ve worked myself with a dildo. I guess I think of fucking as an act that is done to me by someone else, because the force of penetrating me and pushing the invading object into my body is external to me and implies another’s intent to leave me fucked. Fantasy doesn’t change this for me - even if I were to work myself over with a dildo while imagining a Top doing it, I still wouldn’t feel fucked afterward because I would have been the one initiating all the movement. The exception to this is fucking machines. I can set myself up to be fucked by a dildo on the end of a fucking machine (considerably more complicated when you’re by yourself) and still feel very much fucked when I finally tap out. (The machine doesn’t get tired.) The difference is that the force drilling the dildo into my cunt isn’t my own, and I can successfully imagine a Top being behind it. But I’ll take a Top over a machine every time.

I have indeed been pegged, in front of a small audience, because my former Master offered my ass up to a female friend of his. She was, in fact, on the smaller side, but not the way you mean - she was petite-ish. The strap-on was not. She cunted me as hard as any Man, and as she finished up she declared loudly to the group that my ass was “Public property!” Now that was definitely a fucking. There were witnesses.

Today I responded to a summons on A4A that said simply, “I want that ass.” Fine, direct and no frills. I prefer it that way. He sent an address, I went immediately. This man, as it turns out, has had no contact with another man for over a year. Extremely heavy and out of shape, as well as short, he directed me onto a bed for breeding, where I had to assume an actobatic position, clinging spiderlike with one leg up on the bed and the other hanging, so my ass would be low enough and my cunt exposed enough for him to penetrate me. Though his cock was below average size and his load minimal, he did legitimately breed me. I thought that was that, and I was good with it. He seemed very happy, and as I have often pointed out in this forum, my measure of success is the Top’s satisfaction, especially when my cunt is able to bring happiness to a man who otherwise would have difficulty having a sexual experience. But he wasn’t finished. He opened his drawer and showed me his “new toy” - a small dildo, the size of a smallish average cock. He bent me over and gently began inserting it. The results pleased him enough that after a while he went to his closet and unearthed a bag that contained a thick 8” veiny dildo with big hanging balls on it. I won’t give the play-by-play because he then dildo-fucked my cunt balls-deep with that thing for nearly a solid hour, with only one short break to rest his wrist(!) during which he made me keep deep-fucking myself with it. Fast reaming, slow thrusting, deep probing, so much prostate bashing - it was one of the most thorough dildo-scrubbings ever done to me. At the end, he said, “I just want you to remember that you were fucked.” Was I, though? He bred me, yes, by any definition, but that’s not what he meant. He meant that he considered my cunt well-fucked by his use of his dildoes. Thinking about this, I realize that I do tend to think of myself as having been fucked if a dildo is used on me with the same effect as a cock, yet I somehow don’t class that fuck the same as a fuck with an actual cock - naturally. Still, a dildo fuck can carry an implication all its own for a submissive bottom like me, especially if I’m dildo-fucked by a Top who doesn’t actually penetrate me with his cock. Instead, he takes his pleasure entirely from the act of violating another man’s most intimate physical space with an object, and often in a violent or brutal manner. It’s an extremely effective method of saying “This is what you need and deserve, faggot, and I am able to do this to you because this is your place and I am above you.” And it’s hard to feel more fucked than that. What do you think? If you’ve been dildo-fucked does it count as being fucked? Only if it’s done a certain way?

I think there’s no question that older bottoms are chosen less often, but I tend to think it has more to do with aspects like muscle tone and body proportionality than age per se. Wrinkled, sagging, or mottled flesh does not appeal on us any more than it does on produce in the grocery. Taut skin, toned muscle, and proportion of meat to frame are all signs of vigor and fertility. They may not be signs of wisdom, but Tops aren’t looking to fuck your wisdom, so it’s wise to tone up your ass. Bearing in mind I’m a total bottom, from a peer’s perspective I’d say you still look reasonably fuckable in the image you provide above. Now enhance that. Go the extra and choose a position to lie in that spreads your legs a little wider, raises your ass a little higher, but keeps your belly flat down - this sluts you up, bubbles your ass a little, and keeps any extra belly weight out of sight. If that sounds cynically all about appearances, that’s because it is. It doesn’t matter if you give the sweetest ass in Christendom, the pretty boy next door with the bubble butt is going to get the Tops even if his cunt feels like cardboard because they can’t see how good you feel. I’m 54, and my body isn’t what it was. I’m not physically competitive (on the outside) with those young bottoms, but that’s okay - I’m not trying to be. Instead, I just throw myself out there and be my genuine self, and accept what is attracted to me - and that gets me fucked plenty. Note: There’s a difference in me throwing my 54-year-old submissive cumdump ass out there with shameless confidence that I’ll probably be of use to somebody, and an older man who is desperately and obviously trying to appear to be something he’s not - a boi, a twink, a jock when he’s wearing two spare tires. I may look ridiculous, but my confidence may still be attractive; he looks both ridiculous and insecure. Don’t be that guy. And don’t worry - there are plenty if Tops who want nothing to do with young guys and their young issues. If you only like young Tops, you might benefit from broadening your palate a bit.

Where have you stayed in Indianapolis? I usually try my luck on the south side of town, with mixed results.

If I understand your post correctly, you seem to be saying that you go on Grindr and look for hookups when you’re actually too tired and/or sleepy. That’s really not a good time to be trying to arrange a meet. It might be your only convenient downtime, or it might be the time you find yourself horny or bored, but successfully navigating the world of Grindr requires an alert mind. I’m not surprised guys were abrupt or rude with you if you told them you were tired or sleepy. Guys who are tired and sleepy typically waste people’s time because they’re either insincere about wanting to hook up, don’t have the energy to follow through, or, if they do somehow manage to meet, fail to perform because they’re to physically and mentally drained. I’ve had men make arrangements to come fuck me only to fall asleep in their chairs and contact me in the morning as I’m packing to leave, saying, “Oh fuck, I fell asleep!” This sort of thing is annoying as hell, happens far too often, and results in many men having little patience with guys like you. So part of your problem lies in your approach. As to your response, blocking rude guys is always your option, but reporting guys for being rude to you is a waste of time. Grindr is going to do exactly zero about that. Yes, the guy with the “car trouble” was trying to scam you. It happens a lot - so often, in fact, that it’s almost a joke when somebody tries it because they all use the same lame tactics. This is another reason you want to be alert when you’re fishing for hookups online. You want to be able to see these guys coming so you can dismiss them quickly. Places like Grindr aren’t nice and friendly neighborhoods, they’re mean streets where guys lurk on streetcorners looking for trouble - both the good and the bad kind. If you’re going to stand on the streetcorner, do it with both eyes open.

My first was HIV, and it kept hiding behind false negative tests until it had become AIDS and came within hours of killing me. I had to have gotten it at camp, probably from any one of the dozens of men that bred me hunched over a picnic table in the dark. I’ll never know who it was, and I don’t need to. Since then, gono x3, chlamydia x2, syphilis once. All anal. Because when a Top says, “Take it!” it’s going up my cunt.

A firefighter fucking while on the job? That would be... hot? Seriously, any professional who answers this question in the affirmative is not, by definition, professional. There’s a time and a place, and a Duty of Care.

I’ve had a lot of pretty extreme things done to me sexually in the last 17 years. I’ve been forced to orgasm so many times, one right after the other, that cumming became a form of torture, and then I was trained to cum on command. My first big gangbang, 32 men. I got mercilessly finger-fucked and toy-raped. Electro through my cock, balls and ass; deep, deep sounding; and electro-sounding. Jacked-off, experimented with and just plain fucked in front of both public and private audiences of up to 20 or more people. I’ve been edged with a goddamned feather nearly to the snapping of my mind - twice. My nuts have been pierced through their center with needles. Flogging, fire-flogging (yes, that’s flogging with fire), cock-pumping by machine, fucking by fucking machine, sooo much bondage... all of this before I discovered that I’m a cumdump. Since then I’ve spent three years just taking cock. All kinds of cock, every single cock that wanted in me got in me. I’ve taken gargantuan cocks, double penetrations, bathhouse sluttings of 20 men a day, brutal jackhammer dildo-raping. Hundreds of men have bred and seeded me or fed me their load, the last two days ago. It’s been a wild ride. I started very late, at 37, with a strong sense that my clock was ticking toward an end, and I desperately needed to make up for lost time, to have the sex life I missed in my 20s and early 30s, or regret it forever. I no longer feel that urgency; I guess I caught up. The problem is, now it’s hard to really reach a point of deep satisfaction. I remember a time when I had orgasms so intense that everything went white around me - I called them white-out orgasms. I can’t remember the last time I had one. Ever since I took a certain holy-mother-of-god-thicc cock in 2018, I’ve been yearning for another Top to fill me like that, but none has. Certain Tops have power-fucked me for hours, or in just exactly the right way, truly using me the way I’m designed to be used, with the attitude to match (looking at you, @FelchingPisser), but these have been very rare experiences for me. Every fuck is always a privilege and a gift from the Top, and I treat every single fuck as though it has the potential to take me to Nirvana - and you never can tell what some men can do - but the rush of gratification I receive from the Top’s pleasure is becoming weaker and weaker. It used to be that I could lie ass-up on a bed, knowing that an anonymous man would show up in moments to open the door and then penetrate, fuck and inseminate me, and I could say to myself, He’s coming. He’s really going to come in. A stranger is going to fuck you and nothing you can do will stop that from happening now. And a huge rush of excitement, along with humiliation, would sweep through my body. Now, I only get a buzz or a tickle; there have been so many strangers, and I never even got a look at them. Even the poppers - the first time a Top used poppers on me I blacked out. Fortunately, I was bound to a St. Andrew’s Cross at the time, so I couldn’t fall down. Since then, I’ve only blacked out twice, very briefly, and only in the early days. But I can always tell they’re going to work because I see a colorful ring appear before my eye that looks exactly like an asshole opening up to accept a cock. I take it as proof - the litmus test that reveals what I truly am and what I’m truly for. Except now, no matter how fresh the bottle, I don’t see my ring as often, and sometimes not at all. All of this adds up to a growing anxiety, a building emptiness inside me - I now crave an intensity of sexual experience that isn’t provided by most encounters. Something in me is crying out for some very Dominant, selfish, aggressive Top to take advantage of my willingness and use me in ways that take me beyond (read: deeper, more debased, more devolved) ways than I have been. In a way, I feel that the “safeties need to be removed” before I can access what is inside me and grow, and I can’t do it for myself because things have to be done to me for it to work. In essence, in order to blow my mind, I need to find someone interested in taking me down a dark hole and using me unscrupulously. The fact that the poppers aren’t doing what they once did, however, raises a concern. It’s the question of desensitization. Desensitization is a factor in chemical dependency and addiction, of course (poppers are not considered to be an addictive substance), but it also figures in the concept of the Inhibitory Threshold. When we are constrained in certain actions for ethical, moral, or legal reasons, we stand away from those actions beyond an Inhibitory Threshold - it is a line we do not cross, basically because One Does Not Cross That Line. It’s a kind of personal line-in-the-sand. The Inhibitory Threshold is a strong deterrent - until you actually cross it. Once you cross the Threshold, once you’ve Done The Deed, even if you feel guilt and swear never to do it again, the precedent is set - you did it, therefore you can. This directly undermines the Inhibitory Threshold, which gets its power by convincing you that you can’t. In the context of sexual experience, the Inhibitory Threshold is constantly at work on guys, informing them about what their naughty little animal minds can get away with and what they can’t. Once a given Threshold is crossed, however, the result is usually such a potent jolt to the brain’s pleasure and reward center that that Threshold can never again have any influence - the man has been desensitized to the sense that that activity is off-limits, and thus desensitized to any anticipatory or imagined consequence titillation he might once have felt. Been there, done that. Even if the activity is intensely pleasurable, that intensity will diminish with repetition simply because of the neurology of the thing; the body and brain will get used to it. In general, this shouldn’t be that big a problem, because sex is extremely varied, practices can be variously extreme, the average guy isn’t really all that promiscuous, and most people don’t readily jump their Inhibitory Thresholds (they’re mainly Vanillas). For most, they should never reach a point of desensitization that can’t be readily refreshed by a minor variation. But what happens to a man who does burn through the options until he’s desensitized to most things? What happens when there’s nothing left capable of meeting the sexual need most people meet with common activity? It seems to me that the parallel with drug addiction is very close. The need (and sexual fulfillment is one of the basic human needs) continues to build as an unmet hunger in the individual until a state of desperation is reached. At this stage, the individual begins to make what are essentially internal triage decisions, risking other needs like food, sleep, health, security and freedom in order to take actions to meet the unmet sexual deficit. Even if the individual is able to cognitively control his impulses, the result is likely to be a persistent state of unfulfillment, and unless it is somehow resolved, self-actualization, or complete development of the individual, becomes practically impossible. I am afraid I have reached, or am reaching, a point of serious sexual desensitization, and am torn on what course I should take. On the one hand, I have a sense of some things that could continue to sustain me for a while to come. These would involve me providing myself much more frequently to the use of men in more varied locations, and essentially forcing myself into a sleazier style of life, hoping to attract the attention of certain types of Dominant, aggressive men, with a goal to being serially used/abused and even trafficked by them. Another possible avenue would be physical ownership by a very select Dom or Doms who wished for their own gratification to explore the potential limits of my sexual transformation mentally, and broaden the extent of my physical sexual exposure, service and use. The risks of these strategies are both obvious, and less so. An intensification of my activity as a self-whoring cumdump will unavoidably risk greater public exposure. At my age, the likelihood of actually attracting the target Tops is relatively small, so I would have to spend significantly more time exposed to possibly achieve the result. And in the event of personal exposure my home community is far less than accepting. The increase in potential exposure to STDs is a given; I would unquestionably contract gono, chlamydia and syphilis on a repeated basis, at the least (as indeed I previously have). Aggressive men are dangerous, and arrogant, selfish, aggressive men in heat are especially so. The activity I would be actively seeking carries a higher risk of injury. Falling in with the sort of men who would think nothing of hate-fucking my cunt and then whoring it out to make bank is also plainly unwise... yet the only means to reach a certain depth of debasement. Submitting to Domination for experimental training of the kind I’m thinking about would be a very long shot at best, because the kind of Dominant interested in and capable of such work would be an incredibly rare find. Even my former Master was unwilling to go to the extents that I contemplate. Ethical constraints would have to be... loose. The danger, in my consideration, is not what such a man might practice upon me, but what I might be after he’s finished. If my prior training proved anything, it’s that permanent transformation in a man can be achieved. The greatest risk, however, is perhaps that I could pursue these courses of increasingly intense experience, crossing Inhibitory Thresholds like highway mile markers, until at last I find myself at the end of the road. I imagine I would encounter one of two things there: Either a sense of self completion, like the finishing of a puzzle, all the inner questions about myself finally answered, in satisfaction and peace - or else an endless, howling void that marks the end of all potential, and the beginning of a hopeless, insatiable hunger that will try ever more desperate things, in vain, until I am destroyed in its excesses. I am frightened because I am hungry even now and I don’t know what to do. I am frightened because my hunger drives me even against my thought, and I know full well that if by chance my hunger places me in the path of a chance to start down one of these roads... I will take it. I don’t know how common this feeling is among other men, but if you’ve read this far, a) Wow and b) I’d be interested in your thoughts.

Setting aside the political and media issues around this release (Fox News is, after all, a propaganda mill by any standard of professional journalism (not talking out my ass - got my degree in journalism in 1989)) I will instead respond to your question as though the news is accurate. Frankly, I don’t imagine that decriminalization would make that big a splash in either the LGBT community or the straight community, because I don’t believe criminalization has ever been a major deterrent to begin with - the vast majority of people are not psychopaths who wish to intentionally give another person a dreadful disease. That is to say, criminalization hasn’t done much to prevent hookups, nor indeed to stanch the spread of the virus. Between 2008 and 2019 a total of 411 prosecutions for criminal transmission of HIV (or the attempt) were made by state and federal jurisdictions. The vast majority of these cases involved conduct that was either consensual or has no risk of transmission. The Center For HIV Law & Policy offers this chart of all these cases: [think before following links] https://www.hivlawandpolicy.org/sites/default/files/Chart of U.S. Arrests and Prosecutions for HIV Exposure in the United States (June 2019)_0.pdf The attempt to dismantle these laws is not new. In 2011 and again in 2013, the Repeal Existing Policies that Encourage and Allow Legal HIV Discrimination Act (H.R. 3053), also known as the REPEAL HIV Discrimination Act, was introduced in Congress, each time with more than 40 co-sponsors. Each time, the bill died in committee. Studies have demonstrated that these laws are ill-informed, ineffective, contribute to stigma, harm efforts at disease control and prevention, and are often disproportionate and draconian in their penalties. All of which is to say, it’s long past time to reform these lousy laws that put an Undetectable guy wearing a condom in the pen for 25 years for not disclosing his status (!)(!!), and did nothing to deter the handful of real psychopaths prosecuted from committing their crimes. You ask whether people will no longer morally care about infecting someone else if it’s legal. It may not be illegal, but it’s still going to be seriously harmful, and most people have moral and ethical scruples against intentionally hurting others. Knowing right from wrong is a kind of internal compass, not always dependent upon legal codes. Personally, I’m going to disclose every time, law or no law, because any Man who chooses me for his fuck has the right to know if he is at risk or not, and I have the obligation to tell him - not because I’m subservient to him, but because he’s a human being and so am I. People may change their laws on the basis of shifts in morality, but they seldom change their morality due to shifts in their laws. ART and PrEP, along with U=U, have changed the parameters of the discussion in a big way, one that I think renders any argument supporting the old laws exceedingly weak. What may sustain them is bias, prejudice, stigma and ignorance, which infect and ravage the United States today worse than any plague.

Please feel under no obligation to reply, but what did he do to you that was worse than sexual assault? If you are able to characterize it that way, would it not simply qualify - since you had no safe word to stop it - as an actual rape? That’s the whole edgy/iffy exciting/dangerous thing about this concentrated form of Power Exchange we’re discussing: It provides an opportunity for submissive men to expose themselves to an enhanced level of vulnerability and access to a rarified depth of subspace/humiliation/degradation, but it also provides an opportunity for select Dominants to indulge in impulses that would in any other context be unacceptable because of their potential harm. This is an ideal situation for the sexual psychopath and the true rapist, who can then perpetrate their offenses under the color of ‘play’ without fear of reprisal. Worse, formal agreements may actually encourage more extreme acts than they might have done by applying the veneer of “You asked for this, faggot” to anything they might imagine. Yes, this describes a worst-case scenario, and men like @brianthor69 and his group are obviously sane and responsible players who simply enjoy and practice this as an enriching alternative in their sexual lives. I commend them for their thoroughness and caution - it’s in line with the best practices and safe-and-sane ethos followed by those in the the BDSM lifestyle. But the risk is real, and I would be interested in knowing how you feel about this in light of the experience you relate in your post.

Damn. Wrong Glasgow. If you were in Glasgow, Kentucky, I’d make sure you never had to just think about barebacking...

I am green with envy.

In looking back at the OP’s original question, I find myself a little confused with what is meant by “sensible” and “sexual” in this context, especially as contrasted with “filthy pigs”. Is the first option meant to be understood as “one filthy pig, one who only has mild sex occasionally and does not think piggy sex is sensible (I have in my mind at this moment a very strange image of Sam the Eagle from the Muppets), and a third who can take it or leave it? Or something else completely? What is sensible, sexual, sensibly sexual and/or sexually sensible are all highly subjective, and on the piggier end of the scale there’s probably not much that doesn’t qualify no matter how you define it. Would the OP care to clarify?

Brother, I have a little tough love for you. Your post says you got no loads, but that’s not true - you got four. So what you’re actually bitching to us about, here on a barebacker forum, is that you let four guys fuck you with a condom. That’s on you, bud. This forum has many threads dedicated to, and filled with, advice on how never to take a condom up your ass again. Don’t come to us boo-hooing about missed loads that were actually inside you and you let get away because you didn’t have the moxie to refuse a rubber. Let’s see a show of hands from bottoms on here who would have turned those four condoms inside-out into their own asses and called them golden. [Dozens of hands raise] The experience you are complaining about would have been, for me, an average good evening. I will tolerate a condom (though I try to discourage them) because my gauge of success isn’t a load count, it’s Top satisfaction. I keep my tally by penetrations, and grade them by how well the Top seemed to enjoy himself. Whether he ejaculates or not isn’t a factor, as long as he’s satisfied. Your unhappiness stems from a focus on your own satisfaction as measured by a very narrowly defined target. Bringing a Top to climax is never guaranteed under any circumstances; being the one to do so for multiple Tops in the middle if a busy sex club in a sea of other warm, wet ass when the Tops may be inclined to hold back to start with is the equivalent of trying to hit a small bulls-eye on a fast-moving target across a parking lot every time you shoot. That is to say, you set yourself up for disappointment. If you consider going in with a different set of goals, say, getting fucks rather than loads, or being willing to take a load by mouth, or (if you must tolerate a condom) count a load emptied into your ass out of a condom as a score, then you stand a better chance of leaving with some sense of fulfillment.

I’m not sure I quite follow your reasoning. The key to maintaining cunt readiness is routine, discipline and regular use. While I can see an obvious benefit to having a spare, I’m not sure I see how the arrangement improves the issue of maintenance - in fact, since an alternate exists, it might even be a disincentive to maintain readiness. If, however, the second were chosen as a true Vers, rather than simply having a “random male urge”, the demand on the committed cunt would be amplified to a degree that routine and discipline would become essential. Personally, I could take an interest in serving as the cunt in such a “throuple”, but in a relationship sense my role would only be to facilitate the relationship between the other two. I don’t consider myself relationship material. So in that sense, I’m not sure it would be considered a true “throuple” any more than would two partners and their dog. The dog might be part of their “family”, but the relationship is between the two. In my case, I’m also not sure I would thrive if the couple did not also extend my use freely to their friends and guests, or in some other way ensure my obligation to public service. I suppose this all just points out how any such situation is highly dependent on individual variables and any broad statement about the workability of such arrangements is dubious.

Looking at that link, they apparently offer a “Big Brother” model (because of course they do) that’s roughly twice the size. Have you ever noticed how expensive it is to indulge in a fetish? A man can realize the actual sensation of giving birth to a human child through his anus for only $300! Once he gets it up there to begin with, that is. I think it would be more interesting if the object were in some kind of densely compressed form that could be inserted and would expand slowly to its full volume over time once exposed to body temperature - or perhaps to some chemical found in semen(!). Then it could be inserted by a Top, fucked deeply into place, and the expansion triggered by his breeding. Do we have any twisted scientists or kinky chemists on here with fertile imaginations?

This is an important distinction. Cocksucking is not my specialty - I strive for excellent ass - but I generally get good response on my tonguework on a cock. I’m not so good, however, at throating (though getting better recently with practice) and have not really had a Top attempt a forceful balls-deep throat fuck to completion. I attribute this to a couple of things: 1) they sample my ass and choose it as the preferred hole for that fuck, 2) the Tops that do use me for head always seem to be the type who want to make sure the load washes over my tongue so that they can see me taste it before I swallow, or 3) I’m so specific about being an anal bottom in my profiles that they move on to other targets. Whatever the reason, I only have a little experience with Tops who want to try to force their way deep into my throat past my active gag reflex. I have observed that, yes, they do seem to get excited when I gag and heave. I have never really understood this, frankly, because what it signifies is that the Top’s cockhead is being, or is about to be, bathed in stomach acid and/or vomit. I’m not judging; whatever flips a Top’s switch, I see it as my obligation to try to accommodate. Except, I reserve the right to breathe. When I was young I suffered terribly from asthma, and although I pretty much grew out of it, I still appreciate perhaps more than the average person the ability to freely take a breath. So if a Top attempted to throatfuck me and remain embedded in spite of my obvious need to take a breath, I would do more than push. I know my role and duty, I know my place in the sexual hierarchy of men, and I know my uses. I have no illusions that the Men I service need view me as anything but an object or utility. They are entitled to use me. But they are not entitled to put my life at hazard in doing so; a Top may not callously risk asphyxiating me. Several posts in this thread encourage Tops to skullfuck the poster breathless to the point of blackout, and then keep going. I hope no Top would actually do something so reckless, irresponsible and potentially homicidal. Yes, I realize I’m being a buzzkill and most of this is just guys enjoying a shared fantasy, but I feel like someone should at least say what’s real out loud once in a while because my experience has taken me down paths where the Tops are darker and more cruel, and I have encountered Men capable of actually doing some of this shit. Be careful what you wish for.

If you’re looking via the apps, try using phrases in your profile like “Into older” and “No sugar daddies”. That tells two things: That your interest is driven by a taste for more mature men, and that you’re specifically not looking for money. You can also try something like “Seeking experienced men, 60+ preferred”, which indicates that your interest is in something that they possess by virtue of their age that younger men do not, and thus you have a legitimate reason for wanting to hook up with them versus someone younger. I actually have a fair number of younger men tap my ass, like lower to mid-20s. I’m sure as hell no sugar daddy. If someone asks if I’m ‘generous’, I tell him, “Sure, you can have as much ass as you want.” But really, relatively few hit me up for money. If you want to do it regularly, though, don’t flake. Repeat: don’t flake. If you say you’re going to come fuck an older man, show up. If you don’t, they’ll remember, and that’s not a reputation you want.

The very first time I took cock I had gone to a gay bar in Louisville. I had zero experience cruising and zero experience in bars, for that matter, so I was seated at a small table reading a book(!). There wasn’t much going on, but suddenly out of nowhere this young dude walks up to me and says, ”It’s my birthday today and I don’t want to spend it alone.” ”You shouldn’t have to,” I replied. He gave me a big smile, we went to his apartment and he took my gay anal virginity, then did it twice more before he was spent. He seemed happy. That was many years ago. He only fucked me one other time, and I still have no idea whether it was really his birthday that day or not. Have you fucked someone, or taken someone’s fuck, simply because it was his birthday? Would you be more inclined to fuck a guy if you found out it was his birthday? I just clocked over another one, but this time by myself thanks to dear old Covid. I hope the rest of you out there have someone warm to be in, or to be in you, when the time comes.

Why attempt to make an absurdly generalized statement out of my very specifically targeted critique? It would probably be better if you didn’t try to talk out of my mouth; a Kentucky drawl is hard to emulate. 😉 Rather, my comment is intended to draw a parallel between the machinations of those behind this particular piece of legislation and the machinations of the Anti-Saloon League and others who pushed the Constitutional amendments that saddled America with the corrupting, destructive consequences of Prohibition for a decade. The reason legislation is difficult to pass in this country is that it must be difficult - laws have consequences, and unless legislation is very, very carefully considered, debated, and examined from every perspective, it runs the risk of creating laws that cause unintended harms. When vested interests either strong-arm or sneak legislation past public scrutiny, only their interest is considered, and the resulting law - whether it serves their singular ‘good’ or not - stands a much higher likelihood of negative impacts, especially on those whose interests oppose the interests who pushed the legislation. Case in point: FOSTA/SESTA. Legislation, and the resulting laws, in our society are expected to be the consensus agreement that we as a society accept as the basis on which we order our lives in a peaceful society. When laws are created that do not reflect the actual consensus if the body politic, they become points of discord. So I suppose in that light, I would have to answer you that, yes, any legislation that attempts to become law without full and balanced consideration of all its potential effects, no matter how it’s worded, is unsuitable for passage into law. But one need not dig so deeply into the philosophy of governance to get a sense of what’s going on with SISEA - it’s not even subtle. Of course the harms it claims are egregious, an no one would argue that revenge porn and child porn must be stopped. Indeed, that’s the core of their strategy; they’re counting on good people to rally to them because they claim to seek to right grievous wrongs. But it’s not a typographical error that platforms will have only two hours to respond to any and all demands for removal, nor that they will have to employ staff to operate 24/7 hotlines to field such demands, lest they be hit with crippling financial penalties. This is a brazen, cynical thrust to make it problematic for large porn platforms to continue operation, and to make it practically infeasible for independent operators. Pornography, whether one approves of it or not, is legal in America. With certain limitations, trade in it is legal, and that includes trade of and via electronic media. The forces behind this legislation seek to use the claim of curing specific harms as a pretext for restraining legal trade in a commodity they do not like. Would the legislation actually cure the harm if it becomes law? Dubious. Criminals be criminals. Not only did Prohibition not stop people from drinking, it generated vibrant criminal enterprises to supply what the law denied. Among the main lessons Prohibition taught is that when a government bans something, that means it can no longer a) regulate its use, or b) tax it. It does not appear that the lessons are much remembered. Do we want to stop revenge porn? Fine. Make a law specifically to create a right to bring charges against a person for such an offense - don’t shut down an entire legal industry. Do we want to stop child pornography and trafficking? (Of course we do.) Tailor a law that establishes per-instance penalties on an increasing scale so that platforms become scrupulously vigilant against such content, and mandate that they report any such content to authorities. But don’t make it impossible for them to run a business. I was a Federal civil servant for 30 years. They say the wheels if government grind slowly, but they grind very fine. It’s when you try to use wheels like SISEA that grind things fast and coarse, that things go wrong.