leatherpunk16

I figured it out on my own. What my triggers are, how much to grip, what speed to go at, and whether I like my balls pulled at the same time. Don't think I've ever been caught, though there were a few times I came close! - beating off in my college dorm room, and not a minute after busting the nut, my roommate comes in - my husband and I went to bed, so I started spanking it quietly, but it rocked the bed and he wanted to know "Who put a quarter in YOU?" 😆 - beating off in the downstairs bathroom, and I hear my sister come down the stairs above me Shit like that. Unless I'm with a sex partner, I don't think anyone has caught me with my dick in my hand like that.

Excellent and engaging. You've definitely got a good concept here.

Good. Thank you. I'm poking at a story which kinda requires this unfortunate event, and it provides the catalyst for the resolution of it. Will be unlike anything else on BZ.

Here's one that adds a sober element: We are not allowed to include snuff, yes? Does that also extend to someone taking their own life? This *does* indeed occur within the poz community by people who were diagnosed and can't live with that. Is that sort of thing permitted?

Eh, sorta. I went to Chicago Market Days 2012, and got picked up by a Latin bear at one of the bars. He asked me to go with him to the Alegria party - he had two tickets but no one to go with him - so I agreed. He really liked my looks, so he also invited me to stop at his hotel with him. We fucked, and I was the top. He put a condom on me. I think this guy was married to a woman, and me being a stranger to him, did not trust me to keep his marriage intact. Anyway, we fucked, and almost as soon as I shot my load into the receptacle, he yanked the condom off me! BIG OUCH!! He went to flush it. I hate everything about that story. He was not a good lay, and while he put me up for an overnight in a nice hotel, it was probably one of the least satisfying hookups of my early 30s.

Indeed you did, but what is one without the other?

This is curious to me. PreP is supposed to protect us from getting HIV so we can be big sluts. But how can we be big sluts without a sex drive? What's the point? It's like chemically induced abstinence. I never needed PreP to have a low sex drive - it dropped off while my husband was still alive. It reminds me of a Looney Tunes cartoon in which someone starving had a can but no can opener. Then they had the can opener and the box of cans had floated out to sea. Can't meet the need without BOTH of the ingredients in the same place.

I'm sorry you didn't find that helpful. My advice is based on my own experience and what worked for me. And given the current state of the world, it may not be helpful right at this moment. But I have to agree with Dr Scorpio on this one - it sounds like a confidence issue. And confidence attracts. Your responses to him and to me indicate a poor self-image and perhaps a chip on the shoulder. I will not put you down or make jokes, and most of us here on BZ don't post memes at the expense of others. But I won't continue to make suggestions or give advice if you won't adopt them, and I'm totally okay with that.

Mine is way more recent than a lot of guys here. Here I go with another long-winded story, LOL. When my husband died, I had to clean out our place in a hurry, and get rid of all the sex stuff before his son found it. I grabbed a large box that was full of condoms he had collected over the years from Pride and IML and such events, and had stored jeremy case he ever needed them. (Not that he used them, lol.) I brought them home with me, put them in a drawer, and forgot about it. Nearly two years after his tragic death, I found the box right where I placed it. I looked at this and thought "All these condoms, and they are far too old to even consider using. Screw it, I'm a bugchaser now, they're toast." And I threw them out. And I cleaned the entire drawer to make sure none escaped my purge. The ONLY time I will accept condoms anymore is if they are in a packet with lube packets. I'll separate them later.

When I was 18, I was engaged in creating my first opera production. It was a studio recording of an obscure show meant for the stage, but I had no money or singers to mount it, so we did a studio recording. I cast around the area for a studio, and found one just a couple miles from my home. I went and met the owner - a known local musician whose name I mercifully withhold. He's known for reggae and funk music, and was operating his own recording studio in those days. A tall black man in middle age (I'll call him Ben for this story) met me and showed me the studio. We had our recording done there, and he would quite randomly call me long after it was concluded. I didn't know what he wanted, but I put it down to trying to drum up additional business from me. Nearly two years later, Ben is still after me for some reason. He catches me during the day (for once), and tells me something deeply personal. He's bisexual, and he's had an attraction to me since the day I came to his studio. He wants to suck my dick. I was shocked. This guy was married, and had kids, and was so bold in his statement that I didn't know how to respond. But I knew I was safe with him, so I told him that I'm gay (which he was probably betting on). We talked about it for a while, and he was frequently beating off over the phone with me. When he came, he'd end the conversation and that would be that until next time. But when I hit 21, it changed. I used his studio again, and when he had me all to himself, he made his move. We went into the sound booth so we would have a layer of warning if we were going to be disturbed. We just jacked off together while drinking beer. When I was at the university later that autumn, I would jack off and think of that day. I kept wishing that I let him breed me. When I was home for the summer of 2002, he resumed his advances. This time got more aggressive. I had to use his studio one last time, and he wanted an outrageous price for the rental. So I offered him a lower figure "and a good time". He accepted that, and we got together, and fucked. I swallowed his enormous dick which felt great in my virgin throat, and swallowed that entire load. That sealed the deal. As the months became years, we would screw as often as possible, but he never got to breed me. I was too tight, and besides, he always wore condoms. BOOOOOO!!!

It took me YEARS to get to 100. I built that number up by not refusing anyone who showed interest, and I made sure to show some myself. Even for guys I had no sexual attraction to - it was about getting experience with these 2-star and under gays in my town. Eventually I started going to places where the gays congregate. I don't have to go out and think "I've gotta get at least ONE guy tonight!" because that sets me up for disappointment. Especially if I go and find nothing that appeals to me, or the pickings are really slim. I let the sex come to ME on occasion, but I wasted a lot of energy in my youth pursuing specific individuals, which did not serve me. I don't recommend going out with an air of desperation, because it's not attractive and you can end up regretting the results. Some ideas: create a profile on a hookup website. Adam4Adam or ManHunt or Recon (if you're a fetish guy) will do. Would stay away from Scruff or Grindr because a lot of guys set up profiles and never come back. Waste of time. Be honest about what you like and yourself. Include pictures - men are very visual and like to see who people are. When the pandemic ends (IF it ends), commit yourself to going to a big gay event - Pride, leather contests (even if you aren't into it that much), IML is a big one but can be scary if you're inexperienced or a vanilla guy. And of course take care of YOUR needs. When you are trying to attract sex partners, you want to show your very best self. Take care of your skin, keep your hair neat, be open to things even if that's not your scene (never say "EWW" when proposed a sex act that is not your thing), and KNOW YOUR STANDARDS AND LIMITS. But don't just settle for whatever comes. People get hurt that way, sometimes in ways they can't reverse. And of course, talk to people when you can. Some guys like to get to know someone before they fuck. And when the time does come, let yourself enjoy it. Don't worry about being "good", just be concerned about enjoying the moment. Does this help?

My ribs get in the way. Must be a lot of forward folds.

You can do that? Bravo, that's an accomplishment that few can attain.

Wow, I think "MuscledWhore" would be a better screen name for you. LOL

That hole needs to be bred.

First, welcome to BZ. Feel free to talk to any of us about stuff like this. You are not alone. I am a lot like this. This site makes one hungry for it, and brings out desires you didn't know where there. If you want to feed that darkness, spend some time reading the bugchasing fiction. Some of it is quite good. I'd recommend stuff, but what I like isn't necessarily what YOU will like. Talk to other members of the forum. Browse and see what all is here. There's a lot! You *should* be scared. It's a big step. I think mentally you might be ready to start the journey, but perhaps not emotionally. That's where we come in. We're here to help and guide you along the way. I am no expert on the subject - I'm not poz myself - and have little authority on the subject. Some guys here will strongly encourage you to do it. Others will show you resources so you can decide for yourself and what the long-term meaning of the poz life is really about. Think about what you really want, and what your journey means to you. You don't have to get plowed by every slut in the bathhouse to live a great sex life. Personally, I don't think that would be fulfilling for the long-term. In your 20s, sure, but at middle age, not satisfactory. Stick around, and keep coming back. Ask your questions, and be open minded. We're always here.

My husband and I were in love, and we fucked other guys regularly. The only rule was that we had to tell the other about our sexcapades. Love is wonderful. Even if you're the biggest whore, if someone declares themselves to you, don't just run away from it. That can be your instinct when it isn't expected, but if you stay with your suitor, you can probably expect great sex just like this for a long period. And you might not be chained to this person who insists on monogamy. They might allow play with others as long as you're home for breakfast in the morning. It's different for everyone, really. But as someone who lost their lover, allow me to say this: When love comes knocking, be open to it. Let yourself be loved. And try to be a good lover in return. You don't want to be "the shitty ex". It's not a good feeling in hindsight, and can cause emotional insecurities. Even if you don't feel it right at that moment of declaration, give yourself time. There's no set timetable for falling in love.

I wonder what he looks like?

If I have to undergo seroconversion, I want it to be from @bugRyan. He knows the reason why.

How are they doing with restrictions and health? Do you know?

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