Ingulphus

Blow Buddies in S.F. has a piss play night once a month - check their website for the next one. It's not limited to either neg or poz guys, but that just makes it more interesting...

I don't need the one for "Carl Barnes" (Plantin' Seed II) - I married it!

Very hot - thanks!

[The following was written this morning for a man who has made the decision to become poz, and did me the great honor of allowing me to be his mentor.] Many years ago, out of nowhere, a cliff appeared. Nobody knew exactly where it was (sometimes it seemed to be everywhere), and many, many people died because they hadn’t seen it, and had fallen off the edge into an oblivion. As time went by, experts began discovering information about the cliff, and mapping it. They posted warning signs everywhere, warning about the dangers of the cliff, and put up barriers, and so less and less people fell. But some of the men who had fallen didn’t die – they lived, and created a new country, very different from where they had come from. More men began to survive the fall, and discoveries were made about the cliff that kept that number growing. Most people were terrified by the cliff and avoided it, taking new paths far from its edge. But the men who had fallen and survived sent back reports of what the new country was like. Some were glowing and happy, speaking of greater freedoms, and better pleasures, and a kind of brotherhood; some were sad and despairing – there was illness, and poverty, and loneliness, and they could no longer visit the old country without being shunned by its inhabitants, not even their families or loved ones. Living in the new country demanded a daily toll; some could afford it, although sometimes it troubled them, and some could not, and died. But there were some men in the old country who were curious. At first, they were careful to keep their distance, but as they read the reports, they wondered, and pondered, and drew closer to the cliff, peering at its edge and trying to understand why some men had fallen willingly. It seemed insane to do so, yet they grew fascinated by the thought of doing it themselves. Many got near to the edge, and then drew back – it was too scary, and they didn’t know if they could live and be happy in the new country, as seductive as it appeared. A smaller number of men got to the very edge and stood there. They’d read the reports, good and bad, and they knew that, whatever the outcome, they felt drawn to the new country, and knew they wanted to be accepted as one of its inhabitants, forever giving up their citizenship in the old country, and their old lives. They could only speak of this to each other; no one else could understand the desire they shared. So, one by one or in pairs, with eyes wide open or shut, each put their arms out at their sides, like wings, and allowed the cliff to take them into freefall. It was terrifying, but it was exhilarating, and as they slowly fell, they could see the men below, welcoming them to a new world, and a new kind of life.

I have met a man where I live who has the same great Top attitude, and a true 9" to back it up. He's like the cool, dangerous kid at school who suddenly befriends you - you feel grateful, but at the same time you know he could beat you up just for the hell of it and keep smiling... Scary and thrilling in equal measure, and it left me exhausted, with a sore ass (I took him dry) and a night I'll never forget. I imagine the same could be said of you - Welcome, Tony!

Last night - the best way to start the new year. First load shot at least 9 inches deep (deeper, depending upon his trajectory and the velocity of his spurts) and the second after his husband tried to eat the load out, then plunged his cock in and shot. Both loads held all night and successfully absorbed - my butt-babies live!

I never took the plunge to bareback - I've always been fucked naturally. I DID take the plunge to seek out unmedicated men to knock me up, though (with their full knowledge of what they were doing).

Cum is cum - the essence of a man. I don't care about individual characteristics (except to note them for future reference) - I'm just happy and honored that the man has given me his seed, and anything else that may accompany it. And rubio2001 - very hot story! I love it when a man cums in my eyes. The first time was by accident (a poz top who wouldn't cum in my neg ass, but then pulled out and shoot directly into my right eye), the second I arranged.

I can't imagine any good cocksucker not willing to eat the load he worked to get - that's a very real waste (should be a sin). But as a versatile man, I love sucking cock as much as I love getting fucked or fucking ass. While there's a major fetish to get cum in your ass (and I share it), it's just as satisfying down your throat. Either way, you should do your top honor by retaining it in you as long as possible - it is, after all, his very essence.

Devil's Dick's are cold, but that's part of the fun. And the top can always use his cock to warm your hole up again in between applications. I had one used on my that was three month's worth of loads, kept in a baggie, so it was oval and flatter than round. It spread my hole open nicely, and I was allowed to bite off small chunks to taste as they melted on my tongue - very sweet. The top's cock was very large, so it pushed all that semen way up deep in my guts, and warmed me up again in no time.

Spit's always hot.

I'm also a big man - 6'4" and 235 - and also a silver Daddy, and I've been very lucky to find men here in the San Francisco area that think I'm hot, both as a top and bottom. I enjoy all sizes and shapes myself, and it's as much of a turn on to be with a very short man as another tall one, or skinny, beefy or somewhere in between.

It's possible to put enough pressure on the prostate to make contractions difficult when cumming, and prevent the usual ejaculation of semen. I've had the same experience using an electric butt plug when e-stimming - the stim can contract my ass muscles to the point where I'm having an orgasm, but can't contract those muscles to ejaculate. And if my boy is giving me the Two-Finger Mexican Oil Rub (does anyone remember the short-lived, (but very funny) 1999 TV series, "Action!", with Illeana Douglas as a very smart hooker?), he knows exactly when to stop the pressure and withdraw his fingers so I can shoot high and wide. And so I don't break his fingers - my ass muscles are VERY well developed.

As a bottom, I rarely get hard, much less stay hard, when getting fucked, and it's not a concern for me, or my tops - I'm there to drain their balls and bladder in whatever way gives them the most satisfaction (and I don't cum until the top is satisfied, and then, sometimes well after he's gone). But one enthusiastic, dedicated fuck buddy likes me hard while he's fucking me (the usual session lasts about 2 hours). If I jerk off, I stay soft. But when he puts his big greasy warm hand on my cock it snaps to attention immediately, and that turns him on and inspires even deeper, harder thrusts. But since I've gotten a prescription for trimix, I'm starting to top again, now that I can think about nuns and dead kittens and Margaret Thatcher and still stay rock hard (yay!) for a couple of hours. And when I'm topping, I am just as concerned with my bottom's pleasure as I am my own - if he's hard, it's a sign that I'm giving him what he wants. If he's soft, of course, there are other indicators I can "read". While I enjoy being a big mean nasty top ("Does it hurt? Good!"), I also enjoy the mental, emotional and physical interaction that's going on between my partner and myself - I'm don't do pump and dumps.

And don't forget the extra scenes on the Plantin' Seed II, where, at Dawson's request, a number of tops unload deep in his ass without pulling out first. The one who makes the most noise when he cums is my boy (under the name Carl Barnes).

Maximum Impact is ethyl chloride, which is an organic solvent. It will literally eat your nerves if you overdo it - my husband went into a coma from overuse, and was very close to death. Afterwards, he found he'd lost a significant portion of his peripheral nervous system, and it's taken several difficult years for those nerves to regenerate. As for poppers and headaches - in part it's a matter of the chemical makeup of each brand of poppers, which are either amyl nitrate, or more commonly, some variation on butyl nitrate. In San Francisco, it's possible to get pure amyl, and the effects are much more subtle than the commercial brands - and no headaches. I'm also partial to the ones sold (by mail only) by MinotaurSF.

And I've always found it to be a disappointment when the bottom turns their head and takes the load on their face or chest - it's such a waste of a man's essence to not ingest it.

Well, bugchasers are already getting fucked, bless 'em. And just as there are poz men who stay unmedicated to be able to gift others, or who go off meds for a period to achieve a rich VL (as I'm planning to do), there will be those who will spurn a cure and remain proudly poz. I find it interesting that the article spoke specifically about creating a vaginal gel, with no mention of the possibility of using it anally for gay men (or women who like to get butt-fucked). Given that it's Texas A & M, I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

As we all have, I've been annoyed by flakes online. On the other hand, for all the men on BBRT who say they want to hook up, then disappear, I've had 5-6 men who have become regular fuckbuddies, which I vastly prefer, and I know there will be others. It's always the luck of the draw. And even back in the days before the 'Net, I found bars to be primarily places to drink; finding someone to negotiate sex with could take hours, and by 12:00 or 1:00 am, I was exhausted, and many times, too drunk to perform or enjoy. Having sites like BBRT and here are a major convenience for me, and as a matter of fact, I met my third Boy on this site, and am head-over-fuckme-heels in lust with him (and vice versa).

There are also the injectables, like Caverject (alprostadil), bimix (papaverine plus phentolamine) and trimix (papaverine plus phentolamine plus alprostadil). My husband uses bimix, and gets a bionic boner that lasts for 2-3 hours. He can think about nuns, dead kittens, Michelle Bachman - and it still stays hard (which can be a lot of fun for me!). I'm seeing an urologist soon to see if I can get a prescription for one of the above, as I want to top more, but have problems staying hard long enough.

A lot of jerking and sucking goes on at my gym in San Francisco; the main thing to watch for is the janitor. There is a sign to the effect that member engaging in behavior management deems "unsuitable" are liable to be kicked out, but I think that means that if you're not hot, out you go...

Excellent!

Users. Period.

One of my regular FBs texted me a few weeks ago that he had a fresh load in his ass, and did I want it? Damn right I wanted it - I don't get the chance to suck a load out often, but it's a real treat when I do...

I had two hours of athletic, intense, connected sex a couple of weeks ago, and the top unexpectedly came while he was jerking between fucks. I was disappointed, but at the same, I just had two hours of glorious fucking, so I really can't complain. If it was logistically possible, I would welcome multiple loads, either from the same top or a mix of others, but I'm usually content with what I get, especially if the sex is memorable.