leatherpunk16

Sometimes. We have a few members who are twisted beyond belief. Or it's all just talk and fantasy, and the reality is that they don't do it very often. It's hard to tell, and anyone can say anything on the internet and people will believe it.

Yes, Raging Stallion has done it, too. We were a little shocked by it.

I think it bears pointing out that Owen Hawk (who worked on Dark Alley Media for a time) has said that he refused to work with any models that weren't already positive. So it's probable that a number of their film are cast with charged guys. Titan Media is probably the last holdout. The reason that not all porn is BB is because some people really don't want to see that. Believe it or not, there is a small condom fetish scene. I recently saw a Twitter post from a guy who blocked all the "barebackers and bugchasers" from his profile. He's probably turned off by it. Or he marched for all those years just for guys to willingly get bugged up and he's pissed about it. I couldn't say. Bare just isn't his scene.

I don't get laid anymore. Once in a great while, someone will come through on the hookup sites, but even those aren't much fun for me. Every hot guy in my town is as straight as an arrow, and if they are not, then they are closeted. Since I have no gaydar - never got the biotic upgrade because I don't qualify for an L2 implant - I can't bring them round to the subject without being a threat to their masculinity. The ones who are left are not desirable sex partners, or don't want to play with me. In the past year, I've played on and off with this one guy who is barely a participant in the sexual connection. I last met him at a hotel room for a cumdump session, and his hole was too bristly and I was just there to help him reach a goal number. But he didn't seem to reactive to anything I was doing. That's the kind of thing I have to look forward to in hookups these days. And that sucks. I'm an attractive guy, but all I seem to be capable of scoring are ugly guys, fat old men, and guys who don't know how to fuck. I come away from a hookup, and I don't feel good about it. I don't enjoy it. The sex is meaningless. It doesn't necessarily HAVE to mean anything - that's how we phags are programmed - but I'd rather be more than just a functionary plaything. I get way more enjoyment out of touching myself in the shower for a ball exam. That's how bad it is. There's a hot dude at my gym who likes me. He's probably straight and has a child. I'd love to get seeded by him, but I don't know how to bring him round to it and express this interest, lest I lose the friendship by the proposition. He's certainly given me no signals of sexual interest, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. I just don't know what to look for, and never have. When I'm at an event that is sexually charged (like a piss party or IML), that's easier to determine, but at home, the signs are much less obvious. So I never get laid anymore, and when I do, it sucks. It's not fun.

Okay. I interpreted your post as a long-term carrying of the bug.

Dude... Isn't that the most uncomfortable thing? The itching, the burning, the sting, and the constant moisture. I've had it twice, but never this bad. How do you live with it? (This is not a judgment post - I'm just curious how you can endure it.)

Well, that escalated quickly... <grins>

Previtus Media put out a film last year. I think it was called "Smoking Boyz", and in the promo I saw pics of, you can clearly see one of the boys hitting the pipe.

I once had a guy bottom for me, and his eyes were weird to look at. He warned me prior to the fucking that his eyes go all over the place when he's getting pounded, and when we fucked, he kept his eyes closed. He hated seeing them lolling about in the mirror above the sling, so to prevent that unpleasant sight, he closed them. I did see it once, however, and he was right. They were all over the place. It was a bad look. Another partner I used to have - a regular bud - always wore his glasses and kept his eyes completely fixed on me the entire time. This was also hard to look at. I finally made him wear a blindfold but he didn't care for that.

My late husband and I were rather open about the sexual end of our relationship. On our second date, I fisted another guy right in front of him. He was not upset - in fact, he asked me to do that to HIM when we got closer. As our relationship went on, we both played with other guys. We made a rule: Don't bring home anything that you don't want to share. And be honest about your hookups. For the most part, we stuck to that. In the brief time we had together, we had both fucked a lot of guys. But his desire to have a good time in that way is what got him killed. He went to a party, someone gave him a near-lethal dose of amphetamines, and he had a seizure that crippled him for his final days. He wouldn't tell me exactly what happened, but evidence suggests that he was fucked raw by a guy with a Jacob's Ladder (there was some anal trauma), and didn't know the status of any of the guys at the party. He withheld that information from me, probably thinking it was better that I not know. He took that secret to his grave. Months later, I dated a guy. I fell for him pretty fast, and offered him a life of comfort and love. He didn't want it. He decided he'd rather be a ho, collecting loads and flitting from one relationship to the next. I told him I'd be waiting when he's ready to settle down because I think we'd have a great life together, but I also realized that I couldn't ask him to give up his sex life for me. So we decided not to continue seeing each other. With a few months of hindsight, I can see that it wouldn't have been happy for me at all. You can play with other guys but I have limits and boundaries, and in a relationship, it's not unreasonable to expect someone to adhere to them within reason. And this ho simply could not provide that for me. I guess it really depends on the couple.

I've heard it said that survivors of the Black Death in medieval Europe have descendants that are immune to HIV. Don't know if there's any truth in that, or if it's just speculation - who can possibly trace their lineage that far back with accuracy? - but it makes sense on some level.

Bravo! THIS is how you add a tinge of drama to it in order to keep the story interesting.

Sorta. I walked in on a trio when I went into the ground floor bathroom, and they were fucking like animals. The staff usually turns a blind eye to stuff like this. But in front of everyone and my salad - probably not.

I distinctly remember the discovery. I was showering on a Sunday night and soaping myself up when I found something coarse and gritty around my balls. I looked and was shocked to see hair. This actually scared me. I didn't know how it happened or when it appeared there. It was just there one day. I kept thinking "Where did this come from?", and as I tended to do at that age, I didn't tell anyone. Wasn't until later that I figured out this was supposed to happen, and was normal. My body never really matured like those of my peers. Sure my balls dropped and I kept growing like I was supposed to do, but the leg hair and chest hairs never appeared until much later in my life. At 16, my legs were so stunted in hair growth that the guys in my PE class accused me of shaving my legs. I actually tried that once to see if it would grow in thicker like it did for the girls, but I quickly found that the hair grew to its limit and that was all I would ever get. You could grate cheese on my knees, lol. Chest hair didn't appear until 28 or 29.

Wow. I like the level of detail you give to this.

Don't let that be a reason to not go. There's something for every taste at this event, and they are quite receptive to newcomers. Go for a day or two - walk around the market and browse and cruise, meet people at the hotel and surrounding area, chat up your favourite porn stars, go to one of the many advertised parties or official events. There is SO MUCH to do, and rather inexpensive to do most of them. I've been five times on a shoestring budget, and always had a blast. It can be a little intimidating at first, but it's totally worth it, and at the end of the event, you'll have a few souvenirs, some pictures of your visit, and maybe some new friends. Do give it a try.

Personally, I think a better name might have been the Poz Pit. That way, it's alliterative. But I tend to focus on minor details, so don't mind me. LOL

How is his hole? Amazing. He can take a pounding and beg you for more. It has a good smooth feeling, but you feel like you've got a lot of room to move around in there. That's not to say that it's like a hot dog down a hallway - but more like... you know the guy's experienced and it's only a matter of time before his butt swallows a traffic cone.

It can be fun. Since the age of 12, I was aroused by the idea of smoking. I finally had my chance to try it when I was 15. It was okay. Didn't learn I was doing it wrong until 17. I went full-time with it once I was of age, and did that for six years. Always in a non-sexual context, of course. What did I know about sex and smoke play?? I gave it up after college. Wasn't getting anything out of it, and my money was really tight for the next couple years, so it was a good thing I gave it up. On my 29th birthday, I played with a giant who smoked like a chimney. We shared the same birthday and met at our public birthday celebration. He and I fucked, and afterwards, I asked him for a cigarette. I enjoyed smoking it: a Camel Wide. Later in the summer, I started playing with a piggy couple, and they were smokers too. So whenever we got together, the room with filled with the scent of tobacco, manass, poppers, and sweat. Good times. I smoked on and off over the next few years. Did it when the urge hit, didn't do it when I didn't feel like it. I was fine with that. But during IML of 15 and 16, I was smoking the entire weekend. It was a scene thing, and it was still sexual to me in some way. When I realized how it made me feel - awful - I quit for good. Took up vaping instead. Bigger clouds, better taste, and it eliminated all the drama and social stigma that comes with the analog version of smoking. Now I'm a vapehead, and can't get enough of it. Last IML, I met a smoke pig named Nick during the contest. He was fairly attractive, and chain-smoked while we conversed. I asked him what it involved, the smoke play, and he quickly gave me a shotgun of it. "Is that all there is to it?" I asked him. He said, "There's more, but we can't do that here." And that was the end of it. We talked about other things. If I cross paths with him again, I'm going to take it a step further and see if I can't get him in the sack. Maybe someday, vape play (instead of smoke play) will be a thing.

All the times I got treated for STDs, I was told "no sexual contact for at least 14 days."

The first time I had gono, I got treated quickly and was ordered to not play for the next fourteen days. But one of my fuckbuds called. He wanted to play. I told him what the doctor said. He said it didn't matter - he wasn't going to get it from me. And we fucked. And he didn't.

You might just have a fetish for it. Guys know how to suck cock. Most women just bob up and down like it's a popsicle or a lolly.