ErosWired

Why wouldn’t they see it as reason to do so? You explicitly told them they should, in advance, and why. Why would you expect them not to take you at your word? You’re essentially saying, “If I say stop, don’t stop.” If you know that you will likely turn around and say “I changed my mind, I really do want you to stop,” then you had no business saying what you did in the first place. You need to realize that any propensity to call off a fuck-in-progress is going to be viewed as a significant demerit in a bottom in the eyes of most Tops, and can only work to your disadvantage if you want to be successful in bottoming. Rather than being concerned about whether Tops will stop when you tell them, you might be better served to focus on ways of either preventing the premature ejaculation, or overcoming the desire for them to stop.

The socks are inspired.

I also try to avoid threesomes, especially with two people in any sort of relationship. One of two things happens: Either bad feeling develops between them because of jealousy about you, or you end up feeling distinctly third-wheel because they’re so into each other. I remember one evening at camp when this guy was fucking me bent over a picnic table, when his boyfriend or partner arrives, climbs onto me and straddles my ass as it’s being fucked, facing his partner, and they start making out while he’s fucking me. I’ll never forget the feeling I had that in his mind the guy was not fucking me, he was fucking the man he was kissing. I had ceased to exist as a person, and was just a surrogate cunt. It was surreal. I’ve never had a Top pit me in competition against another bottom as described above, but there wouldn’t be much point in it as I already give the Top my all from the get-go, and try to take him as deep, hard, and fast as he wants. I don’t view his load as a ‘prize’, and sex isn’t a game I can ‘win’.

I did not get the sense that by “dirty hole” he was making a reference to scat. It was pretty clear to me, in his context, that he considered my hole “dirty” in the general sense that I was a dirty slut in a skanky motel, and in a more specific sense that my hole was dirty=unclean with disease. Which was yet another presumption on his part, that since I was a person surrendering my cunt to anonymous men, I must also be a person with no concern or responsibility for his own sexual health. And that’s not the case at all. I’m regularly tested and, if needed, treated, as vaccinated as I can get, and if there is anything at all amiss, I pull myself out of service until it’s cleared up.

Color me skeptical. Yes, viruses do spread by manipulating the behavior of the host organism - it’s why we sneeze when we have a cold virus. The virus is trying to spread itself. But there’s a great deal of difference between triggering an autonomous reflex reaction and triggering a man to go cumdump at a bathhouse. I’m wondering how much they’re attributing causality to correlation. There are a number of psychological factors that come into play when a person gets an HIV diagnosis, and people behave differently, and differently over time. When I was first diagnosed (after I survived trying to die) I essentially thought sex was over for me for about a year. That’s when my viral load was at its highest. It’s never been as high since, and durably Undetectable in the years in which I’ve gotten slutty. The reason for my rapid uptick in sexual exploration wasn’t the virus whispering in my ear, it was the fact that I didn’t even have my first same-sex experience till I was 37, was now in my fucking 40s, and feeling like time was rapidly running out. I don’t doubt that some men’s increase has to do with the relief that they feel that if they have to have HIV, at least they don’t have to live - and fuck - in fear of getting it anymore. It is liberating, to that degree. I don’t think the viruses are sitting in their little virus War Room plotting that out, though.

Thank you @Kayne, for your concern. I’m fine. It takes a very rare person to be able to pose a threat to me with words, and considering the way men have treated my body, a little insensitivity is mainly an annoyance. I just thought it bore mentioning because it was so blatant. And I’m afraid @PissGuzzlerLA is right, that he’s unlikely to have learned anything from it, because he simply doesn’t get the fundamental premise of the thing - that fetishizing and conspiring - whether in fantasy or reality - to actually propagate a deadly pathogen - to construct an entire social network and set of codes predicated on actively seeking to become infected and infect others with it, and promote its growth it living bodies - is deeply antisocial, deeply self-destructive, and deeply lunatic in any rational framework. Frankly, I’m astonished that someone on the far Right hasn’t already picked up on Giver/Chaser culture as the new boogeyman to terrify people about the evils of homosexuals and their lifestyle. You got trouble, my friends! Right here in River City! Those gays are chasing after people trying to “gift” them AIDS! Lock up your sons, wives, daughters and sheep! I’m surprised we aren’t having hearings about it on Capitol Hill; I can only assume it’s because they just haven’t caught on yet. It’s too low-hanging a fruit to be left on the tree.

I did tell him that I don’t entertain Chaser fantasies, but that was as far as I went. He instantly blocked me, because he, of course, was the offended party. 🙄

What, are you saying ‘Pics or it didn’t happen’? Do you imagine I had time whilst taking 14 loads (yes, I got an additional 2 at the last minute) from Tops bent on rutting my cunt like they were reaming out a rusty cannon barrel to stop and take photographs? They sure as hell didn’t - they were too busy working up a flop-sweat with the exertion, or switching back and forth with ass-to-mouth. Whatever, fine. The last Top who seeded me had smeared all the other Tops’ hash marks on my ass (you can see the remains) so he refreshed them and added his own.

Wrapping up a night of hotel hosting in Nashville, with some multi-cummers and hard breeders. Load count 12 unless I get one last minute. The first was particularly memorable, though - the guy slid the window curtains wide open and positioned my body on the bed so that anyone who passed outside could see me getting fucked and sucking cock. I don’t know if anyone passed or not. He made me beg him to fuck me, tell him how much I loved cock in my ass, and what a slut I am. What really made me feel objectified was the way he played with my nipples, cock and balls like they were his to play with. Which, I guess, they were.

No, this thread, and your inane posts, are visible to every member of the forum, so, just to be clear, you’re showing your ass to all of us. Also, just for clarity’s sake, if you will take the trouble to read the very plain and conspicuously posted information in the thread, It can take up to 90 days for your deletion request to be processed. That’s if the one and only person able to do it is available to do it and not recovering from a serious medical condition. So you can start counting down three months from when he finishes recovering from a stroke. Until then, not one word you say will make one bit of difference, not will it jump you ahead of the other people waiting in line ahead of you for a deletion. You may as well hush.

Mine, with Ampallang piercing. A waste of a good cock on a total bottom.

I’m hosting tonight. My first signal of interest is from a guy on Sniffies, who says he can come right now, and loves to fuck a dirty hole in a sleazy hotel like the one I’m at. Red Flag 🚩 My hole isn’t a dirty hole, but I’ll let that slide because of the reputation of the hotel. Then he says, “I’m a clean Top, but it’ll be fun to play a little risky with a poz bitch like you.” Strike One 🚩 He has read from my profile that I am HIV+, but has not asked my view on it. He assumes I’m willing to incorporate my status in sex play. He asks me if I ever infected anyone else after I was pozzed. I reply, Not that I know of, to which he answers, ‘That’s lame.’ Strike Two 🚩 He assumes that just because I’m poz I’m the kind of person who would seek to intentionally infect someone else - a Gifter. He then proceeds to tell me how he wants me to tell him how I’m going to poz him up with my dirty hole while he fucks me, and he’ll stay a long time so he can do it over and over. Strike Three 🚩 He not only assumes I’m on the same page, he dictates the Gifter/Chaser fantasy scenario he wants to play out on the basis of the fact that I have HIV and he does not. I informed him that his play scenario was not going to happen because I nearly died of AIDS in 2014 and have been fighting to stay alive and Undetectable ever since, and wished him better luck elsewhere. Because I, who will allow any man to fuck me, was not letting that motherfucker lay a finger on me. It is deeply inappropriate to fetishize another person’s incurable, life-altering disease, especially if you’re free of it, if that person does not feel the same. Hey, tell me how you’re going to give me your stage 3 cancer while I fuck you. I totally get off on that shit. Be sure to wear that bandanna you use to hide the fact that all your hair is falling out.

Would you say you have a taste for breeding loose holes? I sometimes see Tops object to loose holes as feeling like “throwing a hot dog down a hallway”, and I would imagine that being a hazard of post-fisting breeding. The former fisting Top I mentioned above asks that I not open myself up with larger toys prior to his using me for this reason.

If you’ve exhausted xhamster, it suggests that your appetite for porn may be approaching the category of ‘voracious’.

I defer to the master practitioner.

How is that different than masturbating? He’s still just fucking his own hand. I’ve totally never understood the appeal of that. The Top gets none of the sensation or satisfaction of the act of breeding that way.

It’s kind of hard to believe someone had to ask for us to see dick pics.

Lots of men fist. Many posters here attest to doing, and enjoying it, and there are not only multiple topics, but a section in the Hardcore Fetish area of the forum devoted to it. If you’re looking for someone to do it with/to, asspig.com is a good place to start. I’ve tried it, been fisted twice now, not sure it’s really fir me, but some people can’t get enough if it. In fact, I have a regular Top who won’t fist bottoms anymore because he says once he starts fisting them that’s all they want and they don’t want his cock any more. Be careful what you ask for…

This is a good question. I can’t help being verbal, and there have been times when a Top has said, “Shut the fuck up and take it.” And I can’t tell whether it’s turning him on to say that, or whether he’s just annoyed.

Semen normally has an odor of chlorine or ammonia. Certain foods can influence the odor to be sweet or pungent, and bacterial infection of different kinds can cause the odor to be disagreeable. You say that you’re testing after you’re loaded up - that means the cum has been introduced to the bacteria-laden environment in your colon. It’s naturally going to be combined with whatever is in there odor-wise. But you’re only assuming that the cum came out smelling normal from the source. There are several things the guy could have eaten or drunk that would have made the load he pumped into you smell off. There’s also kind of the obvious question - he loaded you up, and you smell piss - what makes you think he didn’t piss in you, at least a little?

Don’t forget to lube 😉

Bingo. Every time a guy passes, you get another roll of the dice. At some point, the odds are going to tilt in your favor. The trick is to cruise where you get the most chances to roll. And it’s like Lotto - You Can’t Win If You Don’t Play. But you’re already nearly there. You’ve made it to the parking lot. So here’s what you do. Next time, take us with you. (We’re kick-ass wingmen.) When you get to the lot and start to feel that way, pull up this thread and read it again. Follow these instructions: 1. Open the car door. 2. Take a deep breath, and let it out. You’ve got this, don’t overthink it. 3. Get out of the car. 4. Shut the car door, and lock it. 5. Don’t think, just take 5 paces forward. 6. Walk just to the edge of the cruising area. Now, you’re cruising. It would be silly to walk all the way back to the car. Go roll some dice.

I should add that I think there can certainly be a psychological component. Many here attest to strong sensations of being impregnated, not in a chaser sense, but simply in the sense of the Top’s essence becoming a part of them. Similarly, some claim a strong feeling of being ‘marked’. These ideas stem from a sense of the Top’s DNA fusing with that of the bottom through his vital sperm, the symbol of his potent masculinity. Biologically, this does not actually occur, but it seems psychologically real, and may be bolstered by the fact that the bottom is incorporating chemical elements originating in the Top’s body into his own body. Those elements cannot be distinguished from his own flesh thereafter. There is also a sense many feel of a threshold having been crossed when an insemination occurs - a point of no return. It is a sense that the bottom has been ‘cunted’, been ‘made his bitch’, been bred - in other words, become a less masculine receiver of a more masculine male’s sex. It cannot be undone. He can never again claim to occupy the ranks of the unfucked. For some, this is a kind of thrilling humiliation, because it allows them to internally acknowledge and accept their nature while adhering to the socially accepted hierarchy that defines masculine roles. This is a feeling common among submissives, for instance, and many who accept the identity of ‘faggot’. Additionally, one cannot overlook the simple thrill of accomplishment felt by those for whom the load is the entire goal, for whom quantity trumps quality. These bottoms may be selfish and competitive, even ruthless versus other bottoms in their pursuit of loads, and each load acquired is another score. This is a different kind of reward to the brain, a rush of endorphin and adrenaline, and perhaps not so different from what drives an athlete to performance in a sport with scores. It is not for nothing that some of us end up with hash marks on our asses when we cumdump. We’re keeping score. So the psychological and the chemical may combine.

I’m convinced it’s chemical. Semen contains chemicals that trigger the brain’s pleasure/reward centers. To some degree, when those chemicals are absorbed in the colon, it’s like a drug. I firmly believe that’s why every time I take a load I feel like I want to take another, that I can’t get enough.

Let me get this straight - you go to the trouble of prepping to cumdump, and drive yourself to the cruising spot, so you’re there, and then you sit in your car for two hours and torture yourself with fear of rejection? My first inclination is to say ‘Don’t be a pussy’, but in the context, that’s terrible advice. So we’ll go with this: 1. Ask yourself, What’s the worst possible outcome if you were to get out of your car and cruise? Answer: You go home unfucked. Well, by not getting out of your car, you guarantee that worst possible result every time. Quit self-fulfilling your own prophecy of doom. 2. You’re afraid you won’t be good enough for someone to want to fuck? Guess what’s going through the mind of everyone else there. The exact same thing, to one level or another. Men are very vulnerable when it comes to sex, and incredibly insecure. Anyone you walk past likely has doubts. By going and making yourself available, and showing some guys that hey, they actually can score an ass, you may help someone else get over the same self-doubt. This happens with me all the time. 3. You’re afraid you’re ‘not good enough’ for some people. The reality is, you’re not good enough for some people. For some people, nobody’s good enough, because they’re looking for an unrealistic fantasy person, not a real person. There’s nothing you can do about those people. For other people, you’re better than nothing. For others, you’re exactly what they’re looking for. For others, they can’t believe they found someone so perfect for them. There’s no accounting for taste, but the one thing you can be certain of is that people with different tastes are going to pass. 4. You fear rejection so badly that you can’t get out of your car, but in fact, no one is rejecting you because they haven’t had a chance - you’ve already completely rejected yourself. You’re the one doing the rejecting. You’re the one saying you don’t measure up. You’re the one saying no one wants you. It’s all you. This is very, very pernicious negative self-talk, and it may be that you would benefit from some professional help in figuring out what maladaptive cognitive processes are driving this. If you can force yourself out of the car, however, it is possible that experiences that contradict the narrative you tell yourself in your head may help you stop those thoughts in future.