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My ex is a little dick bottom. I was (and still am) the bigger dude, so I always plowed his tight hole. Unfortunately, he tried to be a top as well, and really isn't very good at it. It's small enough to hurt and not big enough to feel good. Fort Troff sells something called a Raw Pup. If I remember correctly, it's a cock sheathe that works like an extender. My ex would need at least two of them wrapped together to make his dick worth stretching my hole for. 😆

Interesting concept.

This might be why I'm a bad porn star. It wasn't until last year that I broke 100 guys. But I spent a lot of years celibate and not really active in the sexual arena. And I've played with the same guys multiple times, so that's a factor, too.

It is not an easy thing to do. Every guy thinks they can do porn, but only a few of them get chosen by studios. Casting directors look for two of three things on each applicant: - big dick - good face - excellent figure If you have only one (or none) of these, then they are unlikely to cast you unless there is something special about your sexual technique or you know the right people. Big muscle is not required for most of the studios, but abs are highly valued. If you're chunky or underdeveloped, they are unlikely to consider you. The sex appeal must be present because the entire premise of your work is based on that. Also, set boundaries for yourself. What are willing to do? What do you enjoy? What won't you do? You also gotta know where your aesthetic fits. If you are covered in ink, Colt Men is not an option for you. If you are a sick fucker with no clear limits, Treasure Island might be a good starting place. Twinks can be popular and fucked regularly, but apply to twink-prominent studios if you are one. They may ask you for your fantasy. If you just want "a gangbang", that's not very creative or interesting, and they've heard it a thousand times. Don't try to impress or shock - those generally don't work and they tend to see through that. You also have to be willing to talk to people. Get connected. Follow your favourite porn stars on Twitter or Instagram or Facebook. Some of them may have ideas where you belong, and though you might get a lot of silence from those guys, they can sometimes help out in other ways. Starting out making X-tube videos is great. It gets you out there, and shows what you can do. If you have a huge following there, then you ought to apply to porn. If you get maybe 3 likes a week, it's possible you are reaching the wrong market for that, but it's also possible that you're not suited to that. Fucking is one thing, and many regular guys can do it well, but they aren't porn-worthy. This also comes down to if they can act, how active they are in scenes, what their skill set includes, and whether they photograph well. Some guys just don't despite their good looks. It's not an easy business to break into and there's not much money in it anymore. It's a side hobby that can be lucrative or a huge wasteful investment. Not a lot of grey area. Either one succeeds, or they don't. This isn't very encouraging, I know, but it's the reality. Plus there's unrest in the business right now with racist/misogynist/abusive producers and actors, so if you are in a minority category, your chances will naturally be a little lower than others. Something else to consider. I started out on the cams for Randy Blue, and Flirt4Free. That got me comfortable with the camera and an audience, and a forum for doing what I liked. That's hard as a solo sometimes, but you said you've done this for X-tube. With the cams, they generally don't turn people away. This may be a good place to get started and get your name out before the public. It will be slow at first, and that's completely normal when you are an unknown quantity, but if you are consistent with it and put in your best, it can turn out for you. Then applying to studios will make a slightly longer resume when you've cammed for nine months or something. (Don't take that to be the required number - it can be more or less depending on your audience and quality of work.) If you live in a major metropolis market (or near one), you might also try hooking, and listing yourself on RentMen and such sites. That can pay very well depending on available clients and whether you can do a good job, but it's also inconsistent and unpredictable. When I did that, I went two months without a single client at the end of my hooking days. It was just the nature of the business and the times I was living in. Hope this helps. It's a lot!

My late husband was missing one of his balls when we got together. It had to be removed when his doctor discovered a lump. So he was giving himself test injections every couple of weeks. The only side effect I got to experience with him was the increased energy and libido.

I've had two rounds of gono in the past year. The first appeared in late November after I was at Mr Int'l Rubber. The second was right before the world shut down in March. I had sex with three guys over a week, and I'm pretty sure I know which one gave it to me again. Thankfully I didn't have to suffer lockdown with that bug - it would have been torture. Picture it, no treatment and no one to share it with. [shrugging shoulders emoji]

And how has that worked out for you? Surely your spouse knows your status?

Just look up Metabods dot com and it will turn up.

Fist Alley didn't get to put out much before they shut down. The bottom is HungerFF or RJ Danvers - find him, and you'll probably find the name of the top.

It's like something you'd read on MetaBods, but with a darker twist.

For me, it's the fun of it. We're all people, and we can have sex like straight people do. I was taught in my youth that unprotected sex between ANYONE was seriously risky and dangerous, so I stayed away from it. I think the trust (both of my partners and trusting myself) was not there. And when it came, I no longer had this barrier between us, if you'll pardon the expression. And I embraced it. Now that I'm doing porn on occasion, this has become a requirement, and I don't need one more thing holding me back from success. So it works out for both parties.

If I ever get back in the sexual arena, it's entirely possible. I don't use condoms anymore, and all my hookups in 2020 saw me bottoming raw dick. That's how I got gono for the fourth time in February. And I wouldn't be too surprised - this site fuels the fantasy, but I probably won't even know it happened until the sickness comes or a test shows that it happened. Men lie or withhold information, and will put their diseased cock in my hole without concern for it. And if they're carrying a big weapon, I bend over for it and don't care. Should I be upset? Should I chide myself for not taking better care of my health? Or do I fuck my way into pozhood and not give a damn about it? Either way, I have to accept that it can and WILL happen. Just not right now.

I'll see if I can send some pictures from my labtop.

A large buttplug from Square Peg. Goes right in with no difficulty and feels really good.

I sure do remember! When I was 19, I was preparing for my first opera production, and the plan was to record the opera in the studio rather than perform it on the stage. I found a local studio, and the owner was instantly attracted to me. He didn't show it for a couple years, but I continued to give him business. It wasn't until I was 21 that he declared himself to me. I was in shock. He was married, twice my age, and totally not the type I expected to come after me. Plus he risked losing my business. But I was okay with it, and after wrapping up another studio recording, we got drunk and jacked off together. I went off to university, and every time I jerked off there, I wished I had let him go a little further with his intentions. When I returned from schooling a couple years later, I flat out asked him if he would do more than just spank it with me. And he agreed. Came over to my house and fucked me. HARD. He insisted upon condoms - he knew he was cheating on his wife with other girls, so to protect me from danger, he wore them. I was not a fan but I did get him to take me bare one time. I've often told the story here: we were in his studio basement, and he fucked me raw over a barstool. Then another client showed up, and he rushed me out the back while letting the new arrival in the front. This guy would never give me his seed, so we stopped fucking and I started going after guys who WERE available.

There are a few directions to go in if the story is to continue. The hero of the story broke the quarantine rules. That's been the focus of the tale from the beginning. What is the consequence of that? Some places have lifted their restrictions. Maybe go in that direction. Or send him to a BLM protest, if you want to keep it relevant and true to life, and he'll pick up someone there, and nail him in a public place. I'm sure there are a few readers who enjoy the thrill of fucking in the open air. Got lots of options.

It's a real thing. I've had a few, or thought I did, but it turns out I have strictures in my dink. Came from untreated gono. However, a UTI is very like an STD in the way that it CAN be sexually transmitted. If you have the infection, and fuck someone while it is untreated, they will get it also. Makes sense since the sperm passes through the same area as the urine. Not a direct line, of course, but same opening.

Sure do! I'm Shannon O'Feral and my JFF is at justfor.fans/feral_o. My rates are low and the variety is interesting.

I don't want to live on this planet anymore.

I'm re-reading some of my posts, and I wanted to address this reply. It's curious that you said this. I never mentioned that detail about the water bottle, but Mark certainly did. When I asked him how it happened, he seemed to think he drank something out of the wrong cup. That it's oddly specific makes me think ... Do you know something that I don't, or was that just coincidence?

Yeah, kinda. When I met my late husband, I practically ran away from love. Even told him (three months into the relationship) that I didn't love him. It broke both of us, but the truth was that I was scared. Because it was so good and so perfect, I couldn't process it. And after we made up, I was absolutely his to his dying day. I would give anything to feel like I did with him a second time in my life, but as the pandemic continues to rage, I see less possibility for finding a reasonable substitute. Love is a good thing. Don't run away from it when it presents itself to you.

A lot of us are going to be okay with this. If a man with a great dick comes to us, we willingly waive the question of his appearance. Also, if we have our face buried in a pillow or bent over a fuckbench, we can imagine what makes an attractive face to us if we like while you plow away on our hole. Way I see it - Lord giveth and Lord taketh away.

Actually, yes! In 2005, I worked for a company that paid me to advertise their business in residential areas. One day that summer, I was in the neighbourhood of my married fuckbud, and while I was nearby, I dropped in on him for a roll in the hay. He sent his wife out to the bank with some cheques and cash, and when we were alone, he yanked my shorts down and swallowed my cock. When he was good and hard, he turned me over and plowed my tight hole. Twice we thought the wife was back home already because of upstairs noise, but they were false alarms, so we fucked until I couldn't take it anymore. Then he put his throbbing black cock in my mouth and I sucked him off until he came down my throat. I went back to work before the missus returned, and no one was the wiser for it. Regrettably, that was the last time we ever got together for sex, so it was nice to make that memory while we could. I wonder what he's up to nowadays?