leatherpunk16

I wish to do a bit of speculation here.

Let's say this works and becomes a viable cure. How many of us BZ guys would queue up for it? Who would go and get the cure, and try to get infected again? I imagine a weird convo to be something like this.

Guy 1: I have to go the clinic for the HIV cure again.

Guy 2: What is this, the fourth time for you now?

Guy 1: Something like that. I'm such a whore, LOL.

Guy 2: Make this the last time, okay?

See how weird that would be?

Perhaps this is something I should try once when I get my buttplug back. I need to be stretched out a bit - too damn tight!

11 minutes ago, BreedingCameraman said:

I’ve been doing this kind of thing for years now. A big part of it (for me at least) is definitely the exhibitionist aspect of it all. I get off on the idea that people are watching what me and my screen partner are doing and are getting turned on by it as well.

The other part of it for me, however, is that it’s kinda like I’m advertising myself to potential future fuck buddies. If the videos are showing what all I’ve done and am willing to do then I’ve found that most men know what they want to do with me even more than if they are just reading one of my profiles online or something. “A picture is worth a thousand words,” they say.

I feel exactly the same way. I cammed for Randy Blue a few years ago, and once I got the hang of it, I was pretty good. Got me nominated on a gay awards site for "best webcam performer", and I took 3rd place. It helped me get comfortable with an audience and the camera, and allowed me to explore myself in ways I hadn't previously considered. It even got me an offer to shoot for a minor porn studio, but that fell through when I discovered what a shit the director was. And I had a few interesting hookups because I had been camming, and people bought time with me in person.

Nowadays, I wouldn't consider going back to the cams. I prefer studio and in-person work. I have better things to do with my time than sit shirtless in front of my computer for three hours to not earn a penny.

I have no number, but I can probably guess. I don't bottom often, so it can't be very high. I used to try it with my small-dicked ex, and he would always shoot within a minute. But that happened a lot in our one year together. Apart from him ... (thinking)... maybe six? I just checked my list of partners, and they are almost entirely a bunch of bottoms.

14 hours ago, Qban said:

Leatherpunk, I can’t tell you how sorry I am for your loss.  And yes I do see what you mean.  About a year and a half ago I was stealth dosed G by a pnp pig I was friends with and who knew - like everyone I partied with knew - that I can’t do G.  EVER.  I have a severe reaction to it.  But my bud thought it’d be fun/cool/hot/interesting/whatever to dose me and see what happens.  So....I woke up in the back seat of my own car, puking all over the place, to find this guy and someone I didn’t know and never met had been driving me around totally unconscious for over an hour and a half, panicking about what to do if I didn’t wake up.  As soon as I was conscious enough, the two guys drove to a third guy’s place - also a stranger - and told me I‘m fine now and can drive myself home now unless I still feel like playing.  I don’t have any memory at all of what happened and didn’t feel right for about a month or so afterwards.  My total shock over what happened, fear of the damage it might have done to my health, and the feeling of total betrayal by someone I’d consideref to be a friend were part of the reason I quit partying.  How and why people can do something like that to anyone, whether friend or enemy or total stranger, I’ll never understand.  No one deserves that.  Ever.

Thanks for your sympathies.

Holy cow, what you describe here is horrible. Why do people feel the need to do this? The body isn't meant to handle that kind of poison. If you're lucky enough to survive, you'll find yourself fucked up in other ways. You might pursue the high for the rest of your days because your brain has been rewired by the drug. You might be sick long after the parTy ended. And if you're really fortunate, you'll come out the other side in one piece. A lot of people aren't that lucky.

Followed you both. I'm there, too. @sfarrell_leathr

If that doesn't work, search for Shannon O'Feral.

My husband is dead because of meth. He wasn't a user at all. Last March, he went to a party with a known meth dealer and sex pig, and when it was all over and Mark was returned to me, he said that someone at the party slipped him something. Mark collapsed at the party quite suddenly and had a seizure. The doctor who examined him said that he found a hefty dose of methamphetamines in his system. Mark came home the next day a broken man. Two weeks later, he was dead from a blood clot to the lungs. The coroner found no evidence of drugs in Mark's system. So the drug didn't directly kill him, but when he got his dose, he reacted badly and fell. That fall caused the blood clot that killed him.

See what I mean by this? This same dealer pulled the same act on his now-ex fiancé. Drugged him up to the point of OD because it was "fun for him". They brought him back without professional medical assistance, and when the victim got better, he was turned out into the alley behind the apartment at 2am. Now this dealer has gone into hiding. He knows he's a marked man.

Party drugs are simply not worth the risk, the harm that you cause to others. My life is a wreck because my husband is dead, and all because some prick decided his parTy was more important than his friends.

23. I was getting plowed by a married black man in his basement when his student showed up early for his lesson. Talk about a boner killer! We threw out clothes on in a great hurry, and he pushed me out the side door as the student came in the front door. Later we started fucking at my home so we wouldn't be so interrupted again.

I had a fetish for it as a growing boy. The thought of it would get me hard. When I finally had access to it, of course I got them and smoked for years, but I found I had low tolerance for all the chemicals. It never really built up. I gave it up after college because I wasn't getting anything out of it. Then when I started fucking raw with my buds, we would smoke while fucking. That was nice.

I've since become a vapehead. I am a singer and I need to preserve my voice. Plus I hated all the drama that came with smoking tobacco: the smell, the sneaking around, the way it made me feel. I didn't find it erotic anymore.

Last IML, I was outside the theatre during the contest, and I met a smoke pig named Nick. Cute guy. We talked some and he revealed his fetish to me. I was intrigued, so I asked him what all one does during smoke play. He shotgunned his smoke to me. I kinda liked it, but that was as far as it went. If I ever cross paths with him again, I'll invite him for a roll in the hay to show me what it is all about.

Does this really belong in the HIV fetish section?

Also, it's not recommended to mix Viagra with Maximum Impact. Learned that at a fisting class last summer. The story went that a guy mixed them and died in the sling. It stopped his heart, or he couldn't breathe, or something.

My ex is a bottom. He tried to be a top during our relationship, but he sucked at it. Couldn't even get past the first ring on me. Fortunately, I didn't have to suffer long. He'd cum in under a minute. I wouldn't feel a thing. He advertised himself as 6 inches, but he was def under 5. If you want to fuck ME, you need at least 7. If you want to destroy me, then 9+.

It's fun how you tell it from different perspectives.

One of the fuckbuds I used to see pounded me good for my 32nd birthday. He was close to 10 inches, but definitely not over 10. Don was the sort to arrive last to the sex party, and the first to cum. On this occasion, his partner was not ready to play yet, so Don just nailed me over the couch. He kept whispering "happy birthday" in my ear as he drilled my hole. It hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt. We were totally a good fit sexually. He fired a huge load in my ass after several minutes of pumping, and I expected to feel something in there. But no sensation. For all I knew, he could have faked it. But that was the last time he fucked me, and one of the last times I saw either of them. I haven't had as big a dick since although my scene with Michael Phoenix ripped me open from stem to stern (my two favourite parts).

I have been going every year since 2014. I love it. Haven't decided on lodging yet.

The ones that DICE wears are particularly interesting. I still can't believe he put the TIM logo on his skull.

I'm going to tell a story. I raped my late husband on our third date. We went to a piss party. I got super drunk, and while he was chatting at the bar, I came up behind him with a palm full of lube. Slicked him up, and he stood up immediately with surprise. He was not expecting a cold wet contact on his butt. When he turned to see who it was, he was relieved it was me. I pounded the shit out of him right there in front of everyone. We moved into the cage to get a better angle, and finished there. In true porn star fashion, I pulled out and came all over his chest. He LOVED it. I brought his fantasy to life without realizing it. A week later, he asked me to marry him. We didn't get engaged until nine months had passed.

That was one of his favourite moments in our relationship. I didn't know how I felt about him at the time I did it. After all, it was only our third date, and I had broken up with my first boyfriend only a couple months prior, so I was still in turmoil. Fortunately, it all worked out and we had a beautiful two-year relationship before he was killed by a meth head.

My point is this: see where this goes. Connect with your rapist on a deeper level and see who he is as a person. The sex is there, and that's great. If the sex is bad, it's hard to maintain a gay relationship. But since it's good - by your own account - see where this can go. It might turn out to be the best thing you ever did. Just don't be all crazy and stalker and needy, or because you want him to like you. Those things usually doom a relationship.

14 hours ago, takingdeepanal said:

Can you please shoot me his contact details? Thank you! 

Ah, I probably shouldn't. He didn't give permission for that, and might pull the agreement he and I made if I violate his privacy.

6 hours ago, drscorpio said:

He wasn’t cleaned out. The big black dude got shit on his cock. 

Yeah, I totally didn't get that.

I'm not sure I understand. Exactly what did Trent do that so repulsed his tops and host? Besides being a dick.

On ‎1‎/‎27‎/‎2019 at 6:40 PM, slick&raw said:

Spot on! I’m a poz cum pig for whom PreP came too late. I got it after experimenting with just three bare cocks 7 years ago, no loads exchanged even. Now on meds, I’m living without any health complications, but still knowing that I’m at increased risk for unexpected serious health conditions as I grow older. I get the need for raw cock and loads in your ass, but I just can’t grasp how men bypass PreP now that it’s available and thrustworthy. It’s just plain foolish (not to say assinine), both healthwise and financially.

My ass is nine.

Leatherpunk might be going in 2019. I've been chatting with the promoter, and we're working out a deal to get me there, and hopefully an audition with DickWadd Media. We'll see what happens!

Good to see you back with a new chapter.

With the current government shut down in the US, I propose the following film. One of the bear porn studios needs to produce "Fur Load". Bears working in a govt office get furloughed, and to pass the time until it ends, they fuck. In one scene, they use office supplies (such as a stapler) as a dildo.

I started hooking up with a hung couple in August of 2009. I was very newly out, and ready to explore my sexuality. One of them - Jim - was of strong German descent, and possessed a long and thick cock with a good deal of flexibility. When erect, he still had lots of pliability to it. He would regularly ram it down my throat, and I'd swallow and suck until I couldn't breathe. When I learned I could deepthroat, we did that every time as a prelude to raw piggy sex. His partner Donnie was equally hung, but he was the one who get his dick inside me. He bred me a couple times over four years. Jim was not capable of it - he had no power to listen to his bottoms.

And every guy I've been with since these two has told me that I give amazing head. It's kind of an accomplishment.

Sounds like you had an amazing time! Certainly better than my own first visit where I just kinda wandered around and didn't get any real action. I played with one guy who gave me his rented room for the night, and he took me to breakfast in the morning, but that was about it. I can't do bathhouses, evidently. LOL