ErosWired

Correction to my previous post above: The correct chemical is cyclopentyl nitrite, not cyclohexl. The one formulation I’m aware of is Super Rush, which contains both isobutyl and cyclopentyl nitrite. I am not familiar with any brand made solely with cyclopentyl, or what effect it would have.

I have never known an instance when I stopped taking cock without wishing I could have just one more. I have had moments when my assring was used so ruthlessly that I needed a minute to recover, but in short order I would pick myself up, shake my body loose, and resume the position. “Enough” is not a condition I would even recognize, and what’s more, even if I did it would be irrelevant if another Top walked up to claim my ass. As long as the Tops want to use me, I am their vessel.

I seldom encounter the problem because I’m always hosting, in a hotel room, bathhouse room, or at home. I do occasionally get a Top who will try to wheedle me into coming to his place instead even though I explain that I’m buck naked, ass-up, dripping the previous load, and all my gear is spread out for hosting. It’s kind of annoying, actually - I serve my hole up on a silver platter and the guy wants take-out... Rather than inability to host, the thing I do notice a lot is inability to move. So many guys say they’re not mobile, and then expect me to do something about it.

There’s absolutely no denying that a bottom derives pleasure from a fuck. Even a dedicated service bottom like me has to admit that the feeling is so damn good it’s like a drug, even if you don’t climax, and even when it’s a painful fuck it (almost) always ends up being worth the pain. Anybody who says he gets no personal physical pleasure from it would be nuts, and we haven’t heard that here - why? Because if it didn’t feel so good, guys wouldn’t stick their privates in other guys’ assholes, and the other guys that wouldn’t let them. I think the bulk of answers in this thread have trended toward the notion that it’s fine for the bottom to feel pleasure when fucking, and that communication is the best way to ensure that both men get the most out of the encounter. But my sense of the OP’s original question was more along the lines of “Is it wrong for a bottom to use a Top without concern for the Top’s pleasure?” (I ask the OP to correct me if I have misinterpreted this.) In that context, I’m not sure the question has been thoroughly considered in the thread. My own answer - that as a service bottom my duty is to the Top’s pleasure -suffers from obvious bias and is really not even useful - the OP’s question is properly addressed to that subset of bottoms who fuck purely for pleasure and not for some commingled mix of pleasure and duty/obligation. Or so I perceive.

I’m fairly sure it wasn’t your intention, but in developing your argument in high praise of power bottoms, you managed to squeeze in a dis on most guys who aren’t good-looking, athletic, and totally vers ‘Players’, including the “simple-minded” dedicated Tops and us submissive total bottoms who “lacked an exciting personality”. I’m glad you’ve found your niche. But the world of Men is much bigger and more complex than you seem to appreciate, and there are plenty of us who thrive in the encounters and relationships we find with the people on whom you’ve chosen to turn your back, for reasons I don’t expect you to understand. I usually enjoy your posts, but that one... not so much.

I’ve got to ask - fucking in the dunes - how do you keep sand from getting fucked into your hole, and doesn’t it irritate?

Wow, I can’t imagine that second one being comfortable, especially if you got aroused. My experience with urethral inserts is that they become problematic over the long term because they become a vector for bacteria to invade the urethra. Also, no matter how polished or smooth they are, they eventually begin to irritate the urethral lining. But that’s just my experience with them; others may have different advice.

That’s a difficult question. For two men in a relationship, like the OP and his boyfriend, I would agree with @Samanthads above. For myself, though, I was trained to find my fulfillment in sex through the satisfaction of the Top. To use a Top’s cock to achieve a personal orgasm would be misdirected for me, if I could even cum from it at all. What’s more, it would feel shaming, like I was so selfishly desperate for a Top’s attention that I would try to use one who didn’t actively want to fuck me. That’s not to say that I never find myself in heat and strongly in need of breeding - that happens all the time, and there’s often nothing I can do about it other than unsatisfyingly rape myself with a dildo. Note that I keep qualifying all this with “for me” because I know my sexuality is fucked and I’m not representative of most bottoms. I can only say that in my particular case, if it came to using a Top’s cock just to pleasure myself, it would feel wrong to even try.

I’m autistic, and as a result I honestly do not comprehend why skin color is an issue. It never occurs to me to think of a Man in terms of his color as a significant characteristic. It absolutely has no bearing on whether I’ll take his cock. It’s a simple equation: He’s a Man + Wants my ass = I take cock If I were faced with taking a thick 12” cock, there would be no question of refusal, only of method - and of how to limit the damage it was about to do. I assure you, the color of the cock would be the very last thing on my mind. Now, after much experience I have observed after the fact that a preponderance of men who seem to enjoy fucking me the most have been men of color. Whether the color is a significant factor, I cannot say. I only know that I greatly enjoyed pleasuring them, and eagerly look forward to future opportunities. I would add that I never quite know what to make of situations where Tops make color a point in their sex play: “There, bitch, take that big black cock all the way! All the way down that slick white pussy! Aw, yeah, I’m gonna unload this brother’s big black balls in your white whore ass - Hng!” (More or less a verbatim quote.) I never reply to any comment based on color or race. Given my role, the Top is usually making the comment to humble or humiliate me in his eyes, which doesn’t trouble me as long as it pleasures him. I’ve had similar experiences with Native Americans as well. I guess My feeling is that if persons who have felt discriminated against or marginalized can work out some of their pain on my white ass, then that’s a service I am very glad to be able to provide.

My understanding of the principles of economics is rudimentary at best. And why would I need it anyway, as I never have any money? Of course it could be the reason I never have any money, but that’s beside the point here. I do grasp, at least, the concept that people tend to ascribe greater value to things that are harder to obtain or are few in number, and lesser value to things that are easier to obtain or are in greater number. Gold is valuable because, aside from its lustre, it is harder to obtain and less plentiful than eggs. A viable ivory-billed woodpecker egg, however, would, to some people, be worth more than its weight in gold. Go figure. How, then, do we calculate the value of a cumdump slut? This is a bottom of remarkable promiscuity, with little or no discretion over whose cock he will take into his warm and waiting hole, who goes out of his way to frequent locales where he can be readily identified and used by any who pass by, and who actively and lewdly advertises himself as a mere vulgar sexual receptacle. This is a person whom we here on this site accept among our ranks as a matter of course, but for whom the general populace would display revulsion and scorn. (This description is becoming more painful the more I resemble it.) If one were to casually scan over the posts on this forum, one would have to conclude that such libertine cumdump sluts are legion, lurking in numbers in every nook and cranny of the globe, simple for any Top to find at any time. Even if we aren’t actually spaced every three meters apart, it’s clear there are quite a few of us. And when you find us, we’re easy. Sooo easy. So, going by the previous economic principle, our relative value as sexual targets should be relatively low. For some, perhaps it is. For some, we may constitute a class of untouchables that they wouldn’t fuck under any circumstances. Sometimes, as I’m lying ass-up on a hotel bed waiting for the next anonymous stranger to insert his penis into my body and fill me with his reproductive fluids before leaving without a word, I wonder about the type of men who actually respond to my ads - who actually go out and fuck strangers. Somehow, there is a demand for those of us who slut, even though our value ought to be low. I understand that some Tops enjoy the no-strings freedom that comes with an anonymous fuck, and because they are virile Men, prefer getting off by fucking to masturbating. I also understand that the natural submissive tendency that draws most cumdumps to their sluttery likewise draws certain types of Dominant males like moths to a flame. But in both these cases, desire could be satisfied without resorting to using the sluttiest of us. I have never heard of a place where “Everybody’s fucked him” is a compliment. On the contrary, it comes across like an expiration date. I’ve certainly found that my usage at the bathhouse I frequent has tapered off markedly from the time I was “fresh meat” there. Therefore I have to conclude that some value is placed on ass based on how readily available it is. I do have a number of repeat visitors (always an honor) who have apparently enjoyed me enough before to come back, but clearly not all of them. For some, the value diminishes. Is it because they realize I’m nothing but a used cunt? But then, what about those Tops who talk about how much they enjoy fucking a sloppy, loose hole that’s been reamed by several cocks already? I’ve had so many Tops hold off coming to fuck me until I have another load already in me. And then, flip the scene around - take the pretty, buff, self-conscious and obviously posing dude at the bathhouse who’s waiting for just the perfect one to hook up with - hard-to-get, attractive, few in number, ought to be highly valued. Yet so often I see such guys spoken of in scorn by Tops expressing how little they’re interested in fucking them. What would happen if that attractive, buff, guy was also a cumdump slut who “everybody has fucked”? In a case of two negatives somehow making a positive, I’m guessing there would be a line for his ass. Clearly, I’m finding Slut Economics even more baffling than the regular kind...

I’m of two minds about this. Recently I’ve had a couple of experiences in which a Top I had reason to believe would be a long-duration fuck came within just a few minutes of entering me. On both occasions the Tops apologized and said they has expected to fuck a lot longer, and that they usually did, but my ass felt so good that they just couldn’t hold back. On the one hand, that kind of feels like a compliment. On the other, it feels like I failed the Top by spoiling his expectation of enjoying a long fuck, and if I had been more attuned to him I might have been able to use techniques to help him hold out longer, or even suggest using a mild numbing agent, ask him about his grandmother, etc. How do you all feel about this?

Of late the Tops who have used me have not been very aggressive - there hasn’t been a lot of rough, dominant fucking of the kind that definitely lets me know I’m serving my purpose. If I were to make a trip to a location, or to an event, where I could be relatively certain of being used by Dominant/Alpha Men, where would that be? Can anyone make a recommendation? I’m not afraid of serious use - I can take cock hard and long and repeatedly, and have done so before, so I actually do know what I’m asking. I’m just stuck here in Fuckless Backwater and don’t really know where to go to put my ass to its best and most proper use in service of Men.

Hang on... are you saying that you’ve had Tops fuck you with their balls inside your anus? That’s a new one for me...

As @tallslenderguy points out, there is no “second hole” at all - you’re just going into a tight curve and (with skill) straightening it out. Sometimes it may be possible that some Tops may experience the feeling like a “second hole” at the transverse rectal fold if the rectum is contracting, but it isn’t as far in as the entry to the sigmoid colon. There is, actually, an inner anal sphincter, but it’s right above the outer anal sphincter, so for most purposes - unless you’ve been hypersensitized to anal orgasm - they’re basically considered the same.

Last year I serviced a man at the bathhouse who was one of those rare, rare Men whose cock seemed to be “a perfect fit” for my cunt. I mean perfect. The girth and length seemed to match my inner space so absolutely that three different times he dived deep - and just stayed there. It felt as though my cunt vacu-locked around him, from the tip lost deep inside me all the way back to where his balls rested on the rim of my hole. There was no pain, no discomfort, just waves of ecstatic pleasure in simply being locked in deep coitus. I can think of only a couple of other times that a Top has ever “fit” me so perfectly in a sheerly physical sense. How often do you men find Tops or bottoms that align with you this way?

o.O ... Some of that is high fashion? In some of those “fashion” shots, there’s not a thread of textile of any kind in the frame. I think that all this “test” tells us is that the fashion industry has simply shifted to straight-up soft core porn.

Never mind cruising, it’s not even really safe to be gay in parts of Kentucky. This place is so fucking backward even in this day and age (I’m looking at you, Kim Davis) that my nephew, who’s gay as a June picnic, had to drop out of high school from the harassment and finish on a GED. If there are any cruisy spots in parks in my neck of the woods I’ve never heard about them - and I was a park ranger.

I have to give it to girth, even though I love, love, love the feeling of deep penetration. A thin, long cock sometimes feels like I’m being probed - a thick one always feels like I’m being fucked.

This is mostly what I was getting at as well when I first posted the topic. Other activities like fisting or using large objects are necessarily going to change the shape of a hole, and inflict some trauma in the process - it’s unavoidable. But to me it seems like wrecking a guy’s cunt with a cock requires intent. And a special kind of intent as well, and it’s this state of a Top’s mind that I want to understand. It may be that I simply haven’t had my own hole wrecked properly by the right sort of Top, and that if I had, I would automatically understand. To be sure, although I’ve been on the receiving end of some painful, brutal fucking, it hasn’t happened nearly as often as I would hope, and I have a feeling there are lessons still to be learned...

I have no way of knowing whether or not I’ve been fucked by a homeless guy - I’ve been fucked by so many men I’ve never even seen, and sometimes the homeless pay for the relative shelter to be had in bathhouses, so there’s every chance I’ve been bred by one.

At the bathhouse I frequent, you pay a membership fee, then rent either a locker or a room. Membership runs $40 annual, $25 for 6 months, $11 for a day pass. Rentals are for either 3 or 12 hours, and prices range from $10 for a 3-hour locker to $27 for a 12-hour deluxe room. I take the annual membership, then spring for the 12-hour deluxe room each time because the bed is better. Also, during CumUnion, they offer 5-hour rentals of the same room for $19, so I can extend my sluttery without so much wallet pain. When I read that the OP had been to a place with a day pass for $5, I couldn’t believe it. If that place were here and not in Spain, I would basically live there.

Since we’re on the subject, I can tell you that violation does not necessarily equal penetration, and that a man can rape another man without ever fucking him. Admittedly, my situation is uncommon - I have yet to meet another man who has been trained to orgasm on command the way I have (hint: It’s nowhere near as fun as it sounds). But one night at camp I made the mistake of telling the wrong person about my training. We were in the back of a shed where a sling and a fucking bench were kept, sitting in a couple of chairs, talking in the early morning hours. He had his shirt off and his pants unzipped and was idly stroking himself. Shortly after I told him about my Master training me to cum on command, he suddenly said, “Cum.” I felt the climax rush through me, and he was evidently pleased with the result, so he said again, “Cum.” I was naked except for my collar and cuffs, so he could see every part of my body, including my face, react to his commands in the dim light. “Cum,” he said again, and sort of leaned forward, watching closely. I saw a new kind of gleam in his eyes, like a man who has just discovered he has power. ”Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum.” Try to imagine having an orgasm without shooting, with all the effects it has on your body. Now, imagine doing it twice in a row, one immediately after the other. Now, imagine the next orgasm starting before the previous one has a chance to wind down. ”Cum. Cum. CumCumCum.” By this point I could see his teeth gleaming in the dim light because he was grinning from ear to ear. I, however, was gasping for breath with sweat starting to trickle down my body in the hot summer night, the muscles in my abdomen were starting to hurt from clenching up, and it was becoming hard to stay upright in my chair. ”Stop,” I managed to say, but he ignored me completely. ”Cum! Cum! CumCumCum! CUM!” ”Please, stop! It hurts!” ”CUM! CUM! CUMCUMCUM! I slid onto the dirt floor of the shed, now in pain - what he was doing to me had reached the point of torture. When I looked up at him, I saw him beating his stone-solid cock rapidly in his fist. I remember how very dark red it looked, almost purple. The sight of it made me feel sick. I gathered up what strength I still had in me, got up on my hands and knees in the dirt, and shouted, loud enough that anyone lingering around the pool at that hour could have heard, “STOP IT! YOU’RE HURTING ME! BACK OFF!” He seemed startled, then glanced around him, then abruptly got up and hustled out of the shed, leaving me broken and heaving on the ground. I have no idea how many orgasms he forced me to have - well over 20 - I just know that I felt violated in a way I had never felt under my Master. I don’t know how long I stayed there, I just remember wishing that someone, anyone, else would have come in at that point to make me feel safe. No one did. I eventually scraped myself back together enough to cautiously work my way out of the shed and back to my cabin, where I locked myself in for the night. I realized immediately that there was no point in reporting the incident to the camp managers - for one thing, who was going to believe some wild story about a guy being able to cum on command, and even if they did, who was going to believe he didn’t ask for what happened, or that he didn’t enjoy it when he got it? For another thing, the guy who did it to me was a member of the camp staff, and who was going to take my outlandish word over his? I have seldom related this event to anyone, mostly because I think most guys will not see what happened as I do - a rape. The idea that he could have raped me without ever touching me is just too much for some, or most, to accept. I understand that. But I did not want him to do what he did, and I first asked, then begged, then demanded that he stop. What he did both hurt me physically and frightened me at the way he was willing to exploit my weakness for his personal pleasure. He discovered a way to take an intensely personal, excruciatingly sensitive, and intimately sexual part of me and to violate it ruthlessly without my consent. If that doesn’t meet the criteria for rape, I don’t know how to define it. Yes, I still cum on command, and yes, anybody can make me do it. Fortunately, most guys lose interest in the novelty of it after trying it on me once or twice (most people, mercifully, are not sadists). I hope I never meet another one like that guy. But I’ll say this - if I ever have to be raped again, I hope the guy just uses his cock on my hole. I think I could stand that kind of violation much easier.

It’s weird - I’m certainly of the age, build, hairiness, etc. to be considered a “daddy” type, and I try to approach younger men with as much wisdom and guidance as I have to offer. But I cannot wrap my head around being a “daddy” because I actually am a father. I don’t even like to be called “daddy” by anyone else, especially not in a sexual context. It squicks me out. Also, I tend to associate the word “daddy” - when applied to me personally - with a sense of “not as appealing to the eye as you were when you were younger” or “not the freshest fruit”. I find it disheartening, even though I know that some Men are attracted to daddy-types. It doesn’t help that I’m a total bottom, either. I can be full of information, even authoritative, but no one is ever going to consider me dominant. All put together, I think my particular composition means that I’ll face an end to my ability to find Tops who will want my service sooner rather than later. “Daddy” is not always a positive.

I’ve been surprised a couple of times recently when Tops who have been working my hole heavily have reacted with pleasure to my being unable to contain the air in my ass. ”Oh, fuck yes!” one Top said when he produced a cummy fart from me. He was doing a lot of hand work, and was a full four fingers in. It happened twice more during that session and he seemed more pleased and excited each time. Another hung top reacted similarly from one after he had been reaming me for a while. I don’t personally get the appeal, but my purpose is to delight Tops with my ass, so mission accomplished, I guess.

Warning: Check the fine print on the label and avoid poppers made with isopropyl nitrite. Isopropyl has been positively associated with eye damage. Choose formulations based on butyl, isobutyl, or cyclohexl nitrite instead. And Tops, remember - poppers kill boners. Use them lightly, or better yet not at all, when fucking. Bottoms everywhere will thank you. 🙂