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I sometimes get Tops - who do end up fucking me - who ask about who fucked me before them, and specifically whether I have a pic of the guys or their cocks. I never do - I’m too busy getting railed to take pictures - and even if I did, I don’t fuck-and-tell. I honor discretion absolutely. But these guys do seem genuinely interested.

I realize this question is aimed primarily at Tops, but it might help to clarify a little about what you mean by ‘no holes refused’. Does this mean that the Top will fuck any and every hole that presents itself, or simply that the Top doesn’t discriminate? In the first case, it’s hard to draw an equivalency between a ‘no loads refused’ cumdump and a Top because the cumdump’s hole is capable of taking serial use repeatedly in relatively quick succession, and realistically, the number of Tops available to actually penetrate him will be limited. The Top, however, is not equipped to perform in such a serial way, certainly not in terms of actual breeding. He may accomplish multiple penetrations, but ejaculations are going to be limited; he must, eventually, refuse a hole because the equipment is spent. It’s also a question of volume - while in most cases the cumdump will have a limited number of Tops interested in using him, a Top might find himself in greater demand than he can supply, simply because bottoms outnumber Tops to such a great extent. In the second case, it’s easier to understand how a Top might consider himself ‘no holes refused’, in that he may take an opportunistic approach and enjoy sampling whatever comes his way, with little or no discriminating, until he has finished his play. This is sort of ‘no holes refused (in context)’ This suggests that there may be Tops who will fuck any and every hole available A) out of sheer appetite, an appetite that must necessarily be limited as discussed above, or B) out of a sense of duty and service - a type I have never encountered in the wild. I am interested to hear Tops’ responses to this because there is still, as far as I (admittedly poorly) grasp the workings of the Top mind, a difference in fundamental psychology between a bottom’s receptivity and a Top’s penetrative drive. I take all men who want to fuck me because it is my role as a vessel to serve penetrators. If there is a Top equivalent I would be fascinated to know it.

I’ve had a cock rutting my mouth in front of a handful of guys several times out in the open at camp, but they usually finish in my ass. The most public place I remember actually swallowing was in the front seat of a guy’s car in a parking lot in Louisville one Saturday night. It was the only car in the lot, not conspicuous at all… I really haven’t done a lot of risk-of-discovery sex, mainly because nobody’s asked for it.

Said everyone who’s never done it.

But if you could take 12, you can work your way up to 24 with a little enthusiasm…and lube and poppers. 😃 That’s absolutely doable. I’ve racked up numbers in the lower 20s multiple times at the bathhouse. Courage!

In backwater Kentucky, there have now been 53 cases of Monkeypox. Of the 120 counties in the Commonwealth, 56 of them now have a location, usually the county health department, where an eligible individual may call for an appointment. That means 64 counties have no access within the county. Louisville, which has by far the lion’s share of the cases, has five locations. Warren County, with four recorded cases, now has two locations, including the clinic in which my regular doctor practices. At 10:00 this morning I called the clinic, explained that I was eligible for the Monkeypox vaccine, and asked for an appointment. At 2:00 this afternoon I got the injection, and an appointment for the second round next month. Upside: No wait, no hassle. Downside: I don’t live in that county; I had to drive an hour and a half round-trip to get it. Small price to pay considering the difficulty others are having.

I don’t think anyone here would argue that a dildo can feel as good as a cock, especially not a bare one. Even though some of the “natural” silicone models with custom density and firmness begin to come close, there are a couple of aspects that they can’t duplicate: 1) Temperature - A cock is full of warm blood. Even if you warmed a dildo it would be hard to keep its temperature consistent. 2) Skin-To-Skin contact causes release of the bonding hormone oxytocin, and boosts levels of serotonin and dopamine in the brain. That’s a biochemical charge you’re not going to get from any dildo ever. 3) A dildo doesn’t desire to fuck you - a Top not only does, but his desire may stem from simple appetite to a range of motivations that all have an impact on how valued, used, or objectified you feel. If the dildo is in your own hand, the only desire is your own. That being said, a Top can still convey some of that sense with a dildo - last weekend my local regular savaged me with one of my biggest ones and I absolutely felt his delight in it - but as soon as he was finished he used his own cock, and there was simply no comparison, even though he’s only slightly high average size.

I think it’s usually safe to assume that what you see in a shop window is what they’re selling.

Not to throw shade on your fantasy, but as someone who has taken a Dawson-grade bang (34), I can tell you that as willing as your mind might be, your cunt couldn’t take it. You couldn’t lube it enough to take a new cock nonstop every 43 seconds for 12 hours (Ms. Sparxx set her record in 12, not 24.) Even if you stretched it out over 24, a mancunt isn’t built for purpose like a vagina, and wouldn’t hold up to that level of abuse. And there’s no way 1,000 men are all going to reach climax in under a minute, which makes me think the criteria for the world record must have been rather generous. Plus, Ms. Sparxx accomplished her feat only because she was competing in a formal gangbang competition, which means great lengths had been gone to to keep her supplied with a steady stream of waiting cocks. I find no reference to a similar competition for males. If you find one, however, please let me know - I’ll give you a run for your money. 😉

This sounds as if you’re asking if he remembers what Asian ethnicity he was, but he could have just as easily been from Ohio. We probably all should take a moment in this discussion of Asian men to be sure we think of them as people and not as stereotypes. That’s why I mentioned the language barrier I’ve run into above - not because I expected Asian men not to speak fluent English, but because I was surprised they didn’t, in a bathhouse in the middle of Indiana.

Obviously, a trap set for foot fetishists.

1. Be fucked in full suspension bondage. Not in a sling, but in rope suspension. There’s a special kind of vulnerability to that I want to experience. 2. Be a Red Hood Mare at Fickstutenmarkt. Probably never happen, but I can dream. 3. Service men in a true Darkroom. I’ve never had access to one on which you really couldn’t see. I’m not sure I would ever leave. 4. Be whored out repeatedly by a man whose only interest was profiting off me, though I would take no compensation. Also in the probably never going to happen category, but I would do it. 5. Take a load from a Top who has true hyperspermia, just to see what it’s like to be that flooded at once.

Of course you would be into monogamy with this perfect-guy-for-you-who-fucks-you-daily. If everyone had a man like that, we would all be monogamous. One-stop shopping is very convenient. But would you have the same feeling toward him if he had a 5-inch cock? If his hands were too huge for your ass to take? If he squicked at the idea of piss play? You’re extolling the virtues of monogamy as a way of exploring with someone you love, but what you tell us about this person isn’t that you love him, but that you have a great connection because he cares about you and the sex is great. Monogamy succeeds when there is parity in the relationship, when each gives as much as he gets, and all needs are met. It’s not an easy balance to maintain. That’s why it’s often referred to as “commitment” - it can be a lot like work. He may be meeting your needs; are you meeting his in equal measure? Are you going to be able to continue doing so? It sounds like he has great attributes; do you bring something of equal value to the relationship? Perhaps you do. Perhaps you have just the qualities he needs in a perfect partner, just as you are. If so, congratulations - you won the lottery. Most people don’t. Monogamy for most people, in the end, means commitment, compromise, and ultimately choosing to be content with what they have instead of what they might be able to get. For those of us who had the contentment of monogamy and now know the pain of its loss, it can be a little bit of a harder sell.

Men of Asian ethnicity are not particularly common in my neck of the woods, and I haven’t been fucked by many. Those who have had me have mostly been men who have found me in my room at the bathhouse in Indianapolis. (Incidentally, I presume the discussion refers to men of East Asian extraction, as opposed to, say, India or Pakistan; Asia’s a big place.) Those who have used me have almost all been older - I only recall one younger man - and in most cases there was a moderate to significant language barrier that made catering to their individual tastes a bit more challenging as I had fewer verbal cues to work from. On the whole they struck me as rather self-oriented, using me very directly for their own pleasuring with very little attempt to give pleasure - this was fine with me, of course, as my own physical pleasure is not my goal, but I did tend to end those sessions feeling a little more like an object than usual. Now, my experiences with Asians have been so few that there isn’t a large enough set of experiential data to draw any sort of conclusion at all about Asian men as a sexual class - I may have just had a run of unusual samples. My mind (and ass) remains very receptive on the subject. A few years ago I corresponded briefly with a Japanese man on the West Coast who did absolutely gorgeous work putting men in shibari bondage - I would have gotten naked for him before he could finish saying konichiwa.

From a BDSM standpoint these make zero sense to me as they are. They absolutely prevent any effective skin-to-skin pleasure, so what’s in it for the Top to get his cock abraded? I could understand a Sadist wanting to use one, but I would think someone would have come up with one with a comfortable inner lining for the Top. The entire function of the thing seems to be to cause physical distress to the bottom/submissive, and, if anyone is honest, we’re talking about physical damage, because everything about a guy’s gut is delicate on the inside. You can’t take a fucking cheese grater to it and expect it to be unscathed. So, again, from a BDSM standpoint it kind of skates close to thin ice about being Safe or Sane. I’m not even going to touch the “good for conversion” comments except to point out that that shit belongs in the Backroom, not here.

There’s a difference between the muskiness of a perspiring man and body odor, so let’s science this shit. Normal, everyday sweat is produced by sweat glands called eccrine glands, and the sweat they produce is predominantly water. But there’s another king of sweat gland, the apocrene gland, that produces sweat in response to stress, and the release of adrenaline, hormones, and cortisol in the body. This sweat is thicker and contains more lipids and protein - in short, a picnic for bacteria. When you smell unpleasant body odor on a man, you’re not smelling the man, you’re smelling the bacteria camped out on his skin, enjoying the feast of apocrene sweat and basically all farting in unison. And as it happens, where are all those apocrene sweat glands concentrated? In the crotch and armpits. Eccrine glands emit lipids and proteins too, though not as much, but if a guy doesn’t wash, the bacteria food piles up, with the same result. Deodorants, and especially cologne, may simply override the underlying stink without addressing the cause, unless the deodorant has an antibacterial component. But the most direct means of tackling body odor is to remove the deposit - use soap. Also, eliminate the causes of stress that are activating the apocrene glands. Scent is not a big factor for me, as my nose isn’t particularly sensitive. I don’t mind a musky smelling man, but a man who has allowed the bacteria to colonize his skin to the point that he smells more like them than himself is very disagreeable to me. He still gets to fuck me, of course - I just don’t breathe through my nose.

I think it’s hilarious that I said the exact same thing two posts earlier. Some truths are universal. Or maybe we’re both just that hungry for cock right now… 😉 I’m not sure I concur with your assessment of the OP as wanting his stimulation from a man vs a woman, however, on the basis of what he has written. By his narrative, it sounds as if the impetus behind this has been that his wife has lost interest in the practice; had she not, he would likely have continued with the status quo and not been exposed to the exaggerated depictions in gay porn. He should ask himself if it would change his feeling, or mollify his curiosity, if his wife were to agree to resume that type of play. I don’t think telling him he’s conflicted, if he actually isn’t, does him a service, and an inclination to do so may be more of a projection on our part as men who would have that dual nature ourselves. He might be - but I don’t think his narrative necessarily supports it.

A couple of things here: First, you have lived a heterosexual lifestyle up until this point, and seem to indicate that prior to the anal play you were satisfied and content with that. Ask yourself, and be honest with yourself in answering - at any point in your life before this did you experience any interest or curiosity about men’s bodies or sexuality? Did you ever have any thought at all about what it would be like to do something sexual with another male? Was there ever an actual incident in which you had any kind of sexual contact with another male in the past? If the truthful answer to all this is no, then it would seem unlikely that you are a ‘closet’ homosexual or even necessarily a bisexual. Second, pleasure from anal stimulation is universal to all humans and has nothing to do with sexual orientation. We evolved a pleasure response to something moving through the anus to encourage the necessary function of defecation when it becomes necessary; if it were painful we might resist doing it, or if we felt nothing we might ignore it, to the detriment of our health. So it would be odd if you didn’t take some pleasure in the stimulation at some level, and doing so doesn’t mean you’re suddenly gay. Third, remember that you’re watching pornographic representations of anal sex. Porn is notoriously not a true and accurate depiction of real sex. It is made to sensationalize the acts and make them more extreme, explicit and extravagant, using models (one is reluctant to employ the term actors) with attributes incomparable to the vast majority of the general populace. Temper your expectations accordingly. Fourth, beware. You are curious, but in trying it with an actual male you may find that you don’t like it. Also, beware - you may find that you do. In the first case, you may be disappointed, and it might be advisable that you start with something less than an abject surrender to the world of assfucking - wade before you dive. In the second case, there are multiple perils. Cocks are like potato chips; if you like them there’s no way you can stop with just one. Making a habit of them requires accepting certain risks, including the inevitable occasional STD. More importantly, however, you must consider the risk to your marriage and the relationship with your wife. It may be that in order to preserve what you have, you may have to let this curiosity remain an unanswered question. In some marriages, such a dual sexuality is possible; in mine it was not, and I lost mine. Tread most carefully. Decide what you’re willing to sacrifice for a cock up your ass before you take it.

I get that, but no one was using a biohazard symbol to bludgeon HIV-positive people the way faggot is used to bludgeon gays. In this case it’s more a matter of claiming it that reclaiming it, and claiming a symbol that already has international recognition for a very well understood meaning is a pretty steep climb. You can “reclaim” the biohazard symbol as an affirming symbol for the Poz community, but you still have to contend with the fact that you tattooed yourself with the same sigil that is recognized worldwide as a warning of anthrax and other such contagion, and found on every disposal box for medical waste. You’re not going to change that public perception - it’s well integrated, and it should be. It was developed specifically to inform the public to Be Very Afraid And Stay The Fuck Away From This Shit. Even if someone is made aware of the significance to the tattoo, I think there’s likely to still be a general visceral negative reaction borne of long familiarity with the original meaning. Similarly scorpions - when vertebrates (our progenitors) first appeared on Earth, there was a horrid creature with bloodsucking fangs called Anomalocaris that preyed on them. We’ve had nightmares about them ever since - they were the progenitors of spiders and scorpions. There’s something inherent in vertebrates that automatically reacts negatively toward such creatures, and choosing to tattoo one onto your skin is pretty much guaranteed to prompt at least a slight instinctive subconscious response. Symbols are potent, and you have to choose them with care.

I’ve never understood why any HIV-positive person would want a biohazard tattoo. It seems particularly foolish for a community wanting to eliminate the stigma surrounding their disease in the broader society to embrace one of society’s more fear-inducing symbols as its identifier. “Oh, don’t be afraid of us, we’re just walking biohazards.” Brilliant. Scorpions aren’t much better. Few animals inspire as much instinctual visceral loathing in people. A simple plus symbol would have been a much smarter move for those determined to make a point of it.

Somehow you continue to find new ways to illustrate the…weirdness…of the men there. I don’t see much advantage in a bathhouse encouraging toys for sexual play, as most such establishments are careful to advertise themselves very much as not houses of sexual activity, but rather as spas or health clubs, in order to stay on the tolerant side of the authorities, who would be forced to take some kind of action in the face of (Puritanical) public complaint if they were to openly advertise a sex venue. The only possible advantage, given that context, would be the ability to say that encouraging toys would tend to discourage actual intercourse (debatable) and thus be a health benefit. I, for one, would not like to see toys discouraged. I always bring a large dildo with me and set it out conveniently within reach when I go ass-up at a bathhouse. I find that it inspires some inexperienced men to experiment on me, it helps some men harden up to work me over, it occasionally gives another bottom something to work with if he wants to check out my ass, it provides a single Top an opportunity to double-penetrate me, and it gives a Top with a penchant for testing a hole’s limits a tool fit for purpose. My dildoes have been picked up and used on me for all of the above, including some of the most brutal, sustained, and fulfilling fuckings I’ve ever experienced. The very presence of the toy indicates to the Tops who walk in that my ass is very much for playing with, and receptive for fucking. But of course, my experience has been in an area where toys are merely an adjunct to actual sex, not a wholesale substitute for it.

Getting back to the OP’s question, the notice about the toy-washing sinks strikes me less as an encouragement to bring them and more of a practical acknowledgment of the fact that they’re present, in use, and if a designated area for cleaning them isn’t provided, men are going to be cleaning toys that have been up asses in the same sinks where men are supposed to wash their hands. Indicating that there’s a place where toys are meant to be washed may simply be an effort to improve hygiene eksewhere.

That’s an interesting question. When a Top cums in my mouth, there is no decision to be made - it would not occur to me not to swallow - so in that sense I don’t exactly share the experience. The moment if swallowing does, however, impart a sense of doing something that can’t be undone, of accepting a part of the Top into yourself, and I do feel that. So I can’t speak to whether swallowing makes me feel sluttier than not swallowing, since I have no not-swallowing to compare it to. Compared to taking the load by cunt, I’m still not sure I can make a direct comparison. Taking the load orally makes me feel more used, more like a sexual utility, while by ass I feel more as though I’ve been bred and inseminated, like the Top has taken full advantage of his opportunity with my body. By mouth feels more like an arm’s length transaction, while by ass feels like control of my intimate space by the Top. I suppose one person might consider it sluttier to just be a hole that cum gets drained into, while others would consider it sluttier to be the kind of man who lets other men breed him in his deeply intimate space like an animal. I am certainly of the latter sort. I will say, though, that part of feeling slutty for me is always a response to the Top’s reactions, and I’ve never thought, or understood how, Tops could enjoy head more than ass. Obviously some do, so my perspective is clearly limited.

The 14th of this month was my 8th anniversary. I am now an 8 Year AIDS Survivor. Eight years since I stopped being the person I used to be and started being this one. Because that’s what the Enemy Virus does, it climbs inside you and in every practical way becomes a part of you. Not just in the sense that there’s no way to get it out, but also in the way it becomes a part of your every waking moment - your habits, what you eat, the decisions you make, how you look at the world, and how the world looks at you. I am not who I was eight years ago. Of course I’m not. Nobody is. Nobody’s the same person they were last week. But because of HIV the possibilities of the person I could have become became constrained. From now on, anything I do in the future has to be contingent on whether I will be able to obtain the sophisticated medication that keeps me alive. I can’t plan to travel to certain parts of the world; they won’t let me in because of my HIV. I can’t leave it behind at the checkpoint like leaving behind a disallowed object at airport security - it’s not something I have, it’s now something I am. In that sense, marking eight years loses some of its meaning, like counting the eighth year of eternity. Except my eternity, because of HIV, isn’t going to be as long as a negative person’s eternity. ART notwithstanding, my life expectancy is shorter, and my quality of life is less. I may have ticked over 8, but I don’t expect to live to 80. On the other hand, eight! I’ve held the walls against the goddamn Enemy for Eight solid years after it did its damnedest to take me out and failed. There are no cracks in my defense so far, and my resolve has not weakened. I’m not one of those who’s holding out hope for a cure - there will be one in time, I have utter faith in science, but I doubt it will come in time to apply to me. I expect to be fighting till the end. Looking back across eight years of suffering and struggle and vigilance sometimes sharpens the question in my mind - why? Why are we made to suffer? Why are we handed such fate? I am one who believes that all things happen for some reason, and I often struggle to comprehend the reason for this. I try to make good come of it - I don’t shy away from telling my story to people, here and elsewhere. My strengths are in words and information, so I do my best to spread knowledge and understanding, and dispel stigma about what it is to be Positive. Even so, sometimes that feels like shouting in the dark, because I can never be sure I do any good, that my suffering has any point. Until now. Yesterday I got a call. My gay nephew, who is 32, was just diagnosed with HIV. (If any of you sick motherfuckers dare say ‘congratulations’ I will find you, rip off your head and shit down your throat.) I do not yet know his CD4 count or viral load, but he is also very sick with MRSA. This is my sister’s family. They are frightened, confused, uncertain…and they are going to need me, because I’ve lived with, and survived, the same thing - for eight years. Now I know why. In my tribe there is a saying: ‘If you’re bleeding, look for a man with scars’. - Leela of the Sevateem

That young man’s eyes are saying -so- much…but you have to have taken cock like that yourself before you can see it.