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I think I figured it out.

A spin-off? Okay.

I once attended a Kink U class hosted by Chris Wideman in Chicago. I think that was in 18 or 19. 

Do you use Twitter? There's a thing called Fistly (or something) that talks up teaching fisting techniques, but it's a paid subscription to it. I think it's more lecture than it is lab, and one really needs the second half to make sense of such a course.

1 hour ago, Descartes70817 said:

A word of warning from someone who took things too far - as soon as your CD4 cell count drops below 500 get yourself on meds. I waited until mine was just 34, so while my meds keep me undetectable nothing will ever repair the internal organ and tissue damage done by the various opportunistic infections you will get along the way, and if you get as far as pneumocystis pneumonia you're likely to find yourself with pulmonary arterial hypertension, so even while the treatment will give you plenty of boners you'll rarely have the energy to do anything with them.

Last August I played with a guy who used to live in Chelsea, a hotbed for the gays during the outbreaks in the 80s, and he never got tested. He and his friends were constantly recharging each other. When he finally got treatment, his CD4 was down to NINE. Knockin' on death's door! He's better now, but god damn that was close. 

Bravo.

I would probably take myself off the market for a while until I had accepted it. Only close friends (probably those who have it also) would know at first. My family doesn't need that ammo. As for taking meds, it depends on how I really react to diagnosis. We can show all kinds of bravado and say "No meds when it happens for me!", but is that the truth? Not all of us are really ready for that news, and when it becomes reality, are we under any obligation to stick to what we said before? I think not!

If I actively chased - fucked whoever, begged for their toxic load, etc - then probably no meds for a while. It was what I wanted, so let's put it to use. Let me do some damage first. Meds can come when the party is over and I've had my fun. But gifting only the willing. I don't think I could live with myself to stealth and cause harm to others when they weren't expecting/deserving it.

If I was surprised by the news - a random encounter, or a stealthing, or an accident on set - I would take it harder. It wasn't planned. Maybe my mind was elsewhere at the time. Maybe it was just lousy sex and deemed "not worth it" immediately after it was over. Let's equate that with getting a parking ticket and someone broke into your car in the same night.

It will be one or the other. At least I have a plan.

One must also consider the top's diet. Is it high in sodium? Did he eat asparagus or garlic recently? Does he take any medication? Is he high on shrooms? These things all affect the taste of piss. And if he's ingested something you don't like (or maybe have an allergy to), it could make you sick. Contact high can happen in WS, and if you're sober or in recovery, you might want to be a little selective about the fountains you drink from.

Do you know if you can take a fist? How are you with toys? Can you finger yourself? Those are important to know before beginning this activity. 

Also, get cleaned out first. It helps a lot.

He is really a decent guy. Sexy, too. He asked me to do a film with him, but he's in Palm Springs. I have to wait a bit before I can go and do it. 

34 minutes ago, SteveEllisXX said:

Been a long time reader, but first time poster. This story so inspired me, I got this tattoo yesterday.

 

Welcome, Steve. It's Shannon O'Feral here. 

(But go introduce yourself over in the General Topics forum for those who don't know who you are.)

You *might* find something through Fist Alley or Dark Alley Media. They specialize in that kind of thing, so I doubt they would shy away from it.

2 hours ago, Navi38 said:

What parts or ideas made you say this.  I take it as a compliment that stuck with me.  I welcome criticism, it only helps be a better story teller.  I know that the early pages had some serious grammar and spelling issues.  I have been taking a lot more care with those two issues.  Are you referring to story concepts, my writing style, etc.

I would appreciate the input.

It felt very run-of-the-mill as it started. Then it gained momentum and it was so much that (for me) it became a poz-a-thon that I felt was like too much of a rich dessert. Now that you're 50 chapters into it, this has settled down and you're keeping an even pace. The pacing is better and it has become interesting again. 

Never mind the spelling and grammatical errors - English may not be your first language, I don't know you at all, so I can't be fair about it. We have another writer here who has clearly been using a translator program and posting the outcome as his story, and it's hard to read because it's word-for-word literal translation instead of expressing the meaning of it. You are clearly not doing that. This is not the issue I had with it at the start. 

As I said, it has got better and I don't want to turn this into a critique thread. You're doing well and keeping your readers engaged by providing regular updates and story progression. 

I'm going to interrupt to say that this has become quite the story. From an ordinary horny guy who just wanted to fuck and got pozzed to a really unbelievable overwrought story that was almost unreadable, and now to a genuine tale that shows real human characters and emotion - this has got it ALL. It's come a long way in such a short time. 

Thanks for sharing your gifts with us. 

It's a big and permanent decision. 

I would say take the PreP and go be a slut. You seem to enjoy it, and until you're sure what you want, you shouldn't deny yourself.

Or you can go chasing bugs and see what happens. Just be sure it's what YOU want. 

On 11/13/2018 at 10:30 AM, NorthBiNorthwest said:

Are there any practicing,  not roleplaying,  Satanists is WA? Contact me please! Live near Bellingham,  willing to travel to meet a true follower. 

I'm still new to the whole concept, but I'm in Seattle. That may be the closest you find in WA. If you're still here, let's chat even though this post is over two years old.

I find myself mystified by the bottoms I have fucked and bred when they say they don't need to get off. If we're not swapping seed, did we really have sex? Or are you just an object for me to use? I don't like the latter, and the former makes it feel incomplete. 

Wow. This dude is straight from hell. 

Pig Prod, of course. Not a surprise.

I had to move my page to the alt account, so I'm now at @feral_o. Need new people to follow and reclaiming some of the old ones from what WAS the primary account until I got over 3.3k followers. 

Thanks for the history lesson.

My experience with black cock has been quite different from you all. Let me share some stories.

The first I had was a local funk musician who was married and managed a recording studio I used for a show in my early 20s. He was after me practically since we met, and one season when I couldn't afford his fee, he grabbed me by the dick and hinted that we could work out some other arrangement. This borders on something we're not allowed to talk about, but I was 21, horny, and broke. So we fucked. He topped me, and he was my first, so he wasn't gentle. Always insisted on condoms, though. I knew he was plowing others while on his tours, all women most likely, and he was trying to protect me from danger, so I forgive him that. We played a lot over a four year period until he started having trouble getting hard. 

My second was a bottom, some guy who picked me up at a friend's party. He had an acorn dick, and wasn't clean AT ALL when we played. In fact, he gave me chlamydia. Was a bad fuck. I met randoms at the bathhouse in my mid 30s but they didn't make any impression. One guy I played with claimed he was a virgin, and I was his first. He didn't care for the dick, but he loved the toy I had with me. LOL 

I also fucked my sling demo partner at IML 2016. He was black, but owned, and his Sir did not allow him to bareback with anyone else, so I had to respect that. He was okay. Then was porn actor Lawrence Portland that I made a couple videos with. He was a good fuck, and probably the best of them.

But the standout has to be the guy who bred me at CumUnion during IML 2019. A burly fellow took me to a fuck bench, and bred me like a madman. Putting that PreP to use, we were! LOL. When he finished breeding, I didn't even know if he had finished or just quit. I actually had to ask him directly, and he confirmed it: he nutted and he's poz. That was totally hot, but I never saw him again. Think his name was Mike. 

So I never really had the "big black cock" that so many guys drool over.  Most of my guys have been bottoms, and the few that were tops were not that great. It was nice to have that dark anaconda going in and out of me, but ... meh. Hasn't been ALL that special, and didn't live up to the hype.

I'm not saying that all black cock is like this. Just my experience. There must be some good ones that I just haven't had inside me yet. 

Yes, foam parties are the most common in America, and certainly reach the most people at once, gay or straight or whatever. 

Anyone ever watch "You Can't Do That on Television" or "Double Dare" or "Fun House" in the 1980s? Those shows heavily feature this, though it was certainly not sexualized for children. But when I watched it, I got excited for the mess. And as a teenage boy rewatching those shows... the excitement was of a different sort! So much that when I got slimed at my 14th birthday party, I got super hard in my shorts, and worried that everyone saw it (I was sitting down so they couldn't possibly see it). 

One thing I want to make a "life mission" is to bring gunge to mainstream porn. Gunge generally refers to any messy substance that can be used in sexual play: mud, shaving cream, slime, oatmeal, chocolate sauce, etc. If you like piss play, this is also a form of gunge though it isn't called that (same with scat play). Even bukkake is a form of gunge! In Europe this perhaps is a bigger thing and has some following, but in America, it's still considered "strange" or "weird", and is not commonly done. Studios have stayed away from it for the most part, and consequently, not as many kinksters are familiar with the medium.

This thread right here is for gunge-related stuff, any pics you might find on the internet (such as Twitter), or videos that feature the activity - even if it's non-sexual and just plain messy. Of course we don't want to see your five-year-old playing in the dirt, but I think the rest falls within the guidelines of the website. It certainly has an "ick" factor for people who don't like to be messy. 

As an introduction to the fetish, I invite you to read:

Fetish for Beginners: Learning about Gunge with member MUDDY - Recon

Meet the gay men who get turned on by sitting in a paddling pool full of gunge (pinknews.co.uk)

Recon Presents - Gunge: Getting Wet and Messy - YouTube

Take a look at these, and see if this doesn't turn you on in some way! 

THIS is what I intend to popularize in porn. (I've also got a gunge video on my Justforfans page, but I mayn't be allowed to advertise that here.) 

5 hours ago, DannyBoyCMH said:

Is any bottom on here going to claim otherwise?  It's why we are here, right?

Actually, YES, one is going to claim otherise. Me.

I don't get hungry for it. I'm finding as I broach my 40s that sex interests me less. That's not good for one who aspires to be a porn star. I seldom had the privilege of getting loads in my 20s and 30s. I was always the top because there were so many bottoms or guys who couldn't get hard enough to cum. Once in a great while, I would get a nice load from a buddy - like on my 32nd birthday, or from my late husband, or my shitty ex with the small dick. But because I wasn't brought up on it, I never had the hunger for cum. This might also be how I went barebacking for years without ever getting pozzed. There was simply no opportunity for such contamination. 

When I cycled the steroids last summer, the hunger was there. And I was the bottom for most of 2020, and most of the guys I played with were (and probably still are) poz. I could recite a list of names that you wouldn't know, but the standout was Brian Bonds. 

Back to your question, no, I don't crave it like you all do. And I think that's sad.

Now THAT'S how to get rid of a shitty singer who puts out a ton of bad songs and draws attention away from decent musicians who need to make a living.

I'm stealing this for one of my porn plots. LOL

Nah, I won't do that. But it would be an interesting scene to wack off to.

Relatable. 

I grew up a total phag without knowing what that was. Just did whatever came natural to me. At five, I had a thing for rainbows. (Hints of gay pride?) I presented little plays with my stuffed animals sometimes. (Lots of gays love the musical theatre.) When I was 7, I asked my mom for a cro-shayed afghan. What colours did I choose but the rainbow colours? Not surprised. I also identified as a girl for a few years, but that was partly because my mom *wanted* a girl and she tried to make me one as best she could. Bitch.

In adolescence, I had an attraction to good-looking men. I didn't know what that was, but others somehow did, and I was pegged "gay". This got about somehow, and it was common knowledge among my peers and family. But I was the only one who really didn't make the connection that - OH YEAH, THAT'S WHAT BEING GAY IS!! - and I endured much bullying as a consequence. This one prick, Dane Lasley, was constantly after me in the high school. We had a couple classes together, and he would often make outbursts in class about my secret sexuality (which made the whole class laugh on multiple occasions), or he'd punch me in the back of my ribs in the hallway and run off. One of his friends taped a sign to my back in class. I totally felt him do it with a pencil eraser, and knowing it was there, I covered it with my flannel shirt before going into the hall for my next class. I later found it in the bathroom and removed it. The sign said "I'm gay, fuck me like the bitch I am." Of course I reported these guys for sexual harassment, but they made sure I wouldn't forget Graduation Day for this reason. Got assaulted on the way back to the car after the ceremony. I remember that more than I remember crossing the stage to get my diploma.

College was no different. I had all manner of college pranks done to me in the dormitory: writing on my door in permanent marker (which I got fined for), obscene phone calls, banging on my door, the shouting of "rainbow" in the hallway, my power was turned off one night, etc. These, too, were reported and dealt with, but that didn't stop the offenders. Our floor's CA (community advisor) went away for a weekend, and ... a few things happened while he was gone. I made sure to get direct evidence this time, and they were sent packing a week later. This time, the pranks involved obscene voicemails, shaving cream on my room's doorknob (which my roommate didn't appreciate), a photo of me in the urinals that they could piss on, and the outline of a large red dick drawn on my door (which almost couldn't be seen unless you stood in just the right spot for the light to catch it). 

When I changed rooms mid-semester, all that nonsense stopped, though I later found out the same guys put a new print of the piss photo in ALL the urinals on that floor for the same purpose. The CA refused to take any action since I wasn't on his floor anymore. 

I don't know what happened to these guys. Don't care. I do know that Dane became a fat, drug-addicted loser with kids out of wedlock, and not much else. He hasn't dared to show his face at any of the reunions. But the college guys - probably all Trump supporters or something. I think that's punishment enough, LOL.