leatherpunk16

Yep. Been doing it for years. I've found that if I miss the gym for a day (or longer), I really feel it. Something in my chemistry is off, or I just find myself bored, or like I'm "missing something". I haven't always got the greatest results from my regular devotion, but I'd probably be as big as a house if I didn't take some form of exercise.

I'm in a major city, and I didn't enjoy using BBRT. I met a couple guys on it over a period of two years, and did sex with only one. Dated a couple, but those went nowhere of interest. It was mostly guys I was NOT attracted to in any way, a lot of drug users, and guys who can't reply to any messages or take a hint when I tell them no. Add to that the profiles that are full of obvious mistakes (a young fellow has set his age to 99), and I just couldn't handle it anymore. Really got nothing out of it.

I was in both Cub and Boy Scouts. Don't really remember the former and try not to think about the latter. I don't think I was a victim of abuse, but I sure wasn't treated kindly. Had a harrowing experience when I was selling Christmas trees one weekend and the trailer caught fire. Since I wasn't taught the value of hard work and taking pride in my work, I was totally overwhelmed by the requirements to move up in ranks and earning badges. After summer camp in '92, I never saw my earned badges or friends from the event again, and changed chapters. In my last group, I met a bunch of guys I went to junior high with, but I was too immature to really fit in with them. The only memorable thing from my brief time with this later group was firing a gun for the first (and only) time. I really lost interest when high school came, and never went back.

I've joked with my boyfriend that he should cover me head to toe in rubber during IML, and parade me around with a leash, and start whoring me out to kinky men. He's not crazy about the idea, but so far, history has shown that people don't want to have sex with me unless they are equally unappealing at these events. I don't know what THAT'S about, but there it is. Some anonymity might be a boon here.

It HURT. A lot. I bled all over a random guy's new perfectly white Martha Stewart bedsheets. And when morning came, I found that my dick was quite bruised as well. Not related to the bottoming, but was definitely part of the overall experience.

This past IML (in 2022, ya?), I found myself a little vexed when I checked into my room at the Congress Plaza. This is where LeatherWerks put me up for the week at their expense, so I really had to take it. One of the first things I did in that room was check the shower head, and I was dismayed to find that I wouldn't be able to modify it to add my douche nozzle. The equipment wasn't a match for my Fort Troff hose. So I couldn't use it for that purpose, and had to buy a bulb and bottle apparatus from LW. And, as could be expected, I never got to use it. No one filmed with me or fucked me over that whole event. So I brought the hose for nothing, and bought the kit for no reason. This is advice for those planning to go to the event and don't know the place beforehand.

What, no joke about concealing a dangerous weapon on an aircraft?

God. Damn. But the ending made me LOL. A flight attendant??? Very out of left field, but definitely sets up how he's going to accomplish his mission. All right. Keep up this intensity and we will have a very dark and entertaining adventure.

I used to. Nearly ten years ago, I hooked up with this sexy boat captain with surfer-looking hair. He was well endowed, and when we fucked, I was his bottom to start. My dick was SO HARD back then. Total steel. Nowadays, my hard dick saves its energy when bottoming, but balloons right back up when it's time for me to unload. Some of the parts still work, so there's that. LOL

I have practically the same things every year. - finding a lover - career success - more porn work - improving my physique - doing shows (used to be specific operas when I had a performing company) - new body mod When I wrote the list for 2023, I realized this was the same list I wrote for 2022 but with worse handwriting.

The first time I did fisting, I got a nice bloody surprise. My pig buddy Jim had been watching some German porn (probably WurstFilm or something), and he showed me a fisting video. He asked me if I could do that. I had no experience or even knowledge of it, so I agreed to give it a go. He got on his bed, I covered my hand in Crisco like the guy in the video, and went to it. Jim opened up easily, and I just let instinct guide me. Unfortunately, he was drunk and high at the time, so the most I got was grunts and moans from him. And then silence except for his breathing. I don't know how much time passed, but eventually my hand began to tire out. I asked him if that was enough, and I got no answer. When I checked on him (with my hand still inside), I observed that he had passed out completely. His breathing was fine as if he had gone to sleep. So I pulled my hand out. Covered in redness. I kinda wanted to beat off with it, but something told me not to do this. It freaked me out, so I went upstairs, and found his partner in the kitchen. I showed him the hand, and he passed me a bottle of Dawn dish soap. We checked on Jim after, and got him into bed for the night. A couple days later, I asked after him, and he said he was totally fine. And every time after that, he asked me to fist him again. Probably my lack of preparation and overdoing it led to the bleeding. I've got a lot better since then.

Boner: achieved 👍

I can definitely read the excitement in the text. Keep that same level of energy, and it'll be another BZ classic.

Today I shot another film for Treasure Island Media. It was last-minute, so they didn't have a partner for me. We did a solo. I actually lasted longer than normal when jerking. When the time came (lol), I propped myself up on my shoulders, and shot the cum on my face and in the mouth. SALTY! But a good scene, and an easy paycheque. Suddenly I'm ready to talk on ALL THE COCKS. lol

You might get some ideas from a film that Axel Abysse put out recently. He did food in the hole fetish. What a weird fucker. Watch: [think before following links] https://bit.ly/3o9PZQ4 Download: [think before following links] https://bit.ly/35X7Nr2

Get a douche from a sex shop. You can get either the bottle attachment thingy, or a shower wand. Or a Fleet enema from Osco if that's easier to obtain. (Follow the directions on the box if that's the case.) If you make the investment in the shower wand, you'll also need an attachment from the hardware store to hook into your shower head. I forget what it's called. When it's running water through the hose, put it up to your hole, insert it a little ways. If the water is still running down your leg, you're not inside, and it won't do more than clean your crack. Put it inside the rectum (only the head, not the whole thing), let the water rush in. Count to five and pull it out. Keep the water inside if you can - squeeze the sphincter like you're trying to hold a poop inside. I like to squat a little and push out right there in the bathtub. Most homes and apartments have decent plumbing to allow for this, but if you're more comfortable making a quick trot to squeeze it out in the toilet, that's also an option. Either way works. (If you do the toilet trot, lay a towel down first or you might fall or drip water everywhere.) The first couple times may not yield any change in colour, but keep adding water and pushing it out. This can take as much as 5 minutes or 40, depending on your colon. When the poop starts to come, you're doing it right. Keep going for a little while, and you should instinctively know when you've had enough. Exit the tub, dry off, and leave the toilet lid up (not the seat!). Go about your usual business, but don't go far from the bathroom. When you feel an urge to poop, go back to the bathroom, sit down, and let the water gush out. You may have to wait a few minutes for this process to happen. Keep doing it as needed, and when the water stops pouring out of you, then you should be ready. That's no guarantee of a clean hole - one can be surprised, but repeated practice with this will help you figure out how your internal economy works.

I'm currently preparing to bottom at Steamworks live show, so I'm cleaning out more often these days and stretching with plugs. I'm finding that I'm quite literally full of shit. But when I have tried to bottom and DIDN'T make sure I was cleaned, it either resulted in poop dicks or gritty pain for me that creates bleeding. It's really more comfortable for the bottom if there are no obstructions. Some days it just doesn't work out, and a sea of brown follows. Fortunately, when I've had to make films, my hole has cooperated and allowed me to at least give the illusion of being cleaned. The motivating factor to make 100% sure I'm ready is that it will be on camera and people will see it if I did a half-assed job. And I don't need my pay docked because the editing team had to see that and take out a potentially good moment. When I was a top, and my bottom was messy, it was (and still is) SUPER IMPORTANT to not shame the bottom. No freaking out over a little brown, no comments that could be hurtful or make things more embarrassing, and to be patient with those who trot back to the shower to do a touch-up. My ex was not prepared when we got together at IML, and he went to full panic mode, and it killed the vibe. Two things to take away from this: - Take the time to do the cleanout. If it's impromptu (like at a bar when you hadn't planned to fuck), that's forgivable, and the tops should know this. No different than disclosing one's status. - If your bottom is dirty, don't fucking shame them for it. It's the butt after all, fudge DOES come from there, and we all do it.

I did many times, but the one that stands out the most is an instance I regretted. I met Grant in the winter of 2010 through Craigslist. We went to the same gym, and he invited me over one chilly night. We had a date that felt like an obligation he didn't want. A lot of things were just OFF but I couldn't figure out what it all meant. When we went upstairs for sex, he moaned like he hadn't been touched in forever, and was trying to keep from blowing his load. When he did, he shot all over himself, and I was trying to be sexy, so I slurped it up. He said, "I wish you hadn't done that." He wasn't having any part of me fucking him, condomed or not, and when it was over and time to go, he gave me his phone number. That was the last I saw of him. Maybe ten days later, I was in rehearsal for a Christmas concert when my dick exploded with burning and pain. And wetness. I wouldn't find out for a MONTH that it was gono. I simply couldn't get to a doctor to fix whatever I had. I knew something was wrong. Didn't want to communicate it to Grant until I knew for sure what I had. When I rang him up after treatment, he barely remembered me, denied having any bugs, and quickly hung up on me. So yeah, I felt the need to taste it, and it backfired. The fucked up part: I saw Grant on a TV news broadcast many months later, or rather, someone with his name. Didn't match the guy I hooked up with at all, and all the red flags I saw made sense: he was housesitting, used the homeowner's name as his own, and when I talked to Grant on the phone, it was the actual Grant and not the guy I played with. No wonder he denied it! It wasn't actually him! Damn, my stories are effed up.

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For my part, bbrt is a barren field of men who want to look, not fuck. Bad photos, info that is obviously wrong (you are NOT 99 and on this site), drug problems, and vagueness. I've met maybe two guys, but sex? Probably not. I try to acknowledge the people who visit my profile - I thank them for the oink or unlock, and that's usually all that happens. There are a few who keep coming back and checking out the profile, but they often don't say anything. Are they interested? I can't tell. And there are certainly guys I will be interested in, but damned if I get any reaction. Once in a while, someone DOES have something to say, but it's a rarity. The only reason I keep it is because I believe it will work out for me one of these days. I'm an optimist, but even I have limits.

It's looking like it got cancelled mid-season. That makes me a saaaaaad panda.

never had the pleasure other than smearing my own all over

Then by that reasoning, observe the following: In the summer of 2020, I started freezing my cum in syringes. Midway through this activity, I got a surprise round of gono. I might have collected some of it in one of the syringes, and I neglected to toss it out. I really don't remember. Is it possible to reinfect myself if I use it? After all this time, I should hope not! Anyone know?

It's possible I've shared this story before in this thread, but I don't remember it, so excuse the duplication. When I was 17, I lived in a quad-plex apartment building. All the homes were one-story, and shared the basement. We could actually get to each other's basements simply by walking through our own. My neighbour Jeff was 15 and kept his bedroom down there, and we became friends. We'd listen to music, play video games, smoke a ton of tobacco, and watch straight porn. He also took booze from his dad's liquor cabinet, and we got tipsy on a few occasions. And one drunken night, he asked me to suck his dick. I knew I was gay by this point in my growth, so I did. He didn't cum, but eventually asked me to kick it up a notch. I misread that as "fuck me in the ass", so that's what I did. He seemed surprised, but it didn't register at the time. I got the lotion we used for jerking off together, lubed us both up, and nailed him. Took his virginity, and after I came hard in his butt, he didn't say a word. I lay on the bed, exhausted, and swimming in excitement and relief. When I came out of my stupor, there was Jeff, smoking and just silently staring at me across the room. But this story doesn't have a happy ending. A few days later, I went to visit my buddy, and his dad told me that Jeff tried to kill himself, and was in the hospital under watch. I got really scared when his dad told me not to come back to his apartment or hang out with his boy anymore. He must have known what happened. Did Jeff tell him? I never got an answer. A couple weeks later, Jeff returned to me, and we never really talked about it. His dad moved his home across town suddenly, and that was the last I saw of them. I must have been the reason - I'm sure of it. But I'm glad I got to do this with a trusted friend who probably couldn't handle the notion that he might be gay. I wonder where Jeff is nowadays?

Those of you who have followed me or my posts for a while might remember that I sometimes get to do porn films. My dick is of average length and girth - a fair 6 and a quarter inches. But in porn, it's almost required to have a large dong. One studio in particular (Dickwadd, I think) told me that I will never perform for them because I'm not 8 inches, and even if one is a bottom, it's still a requirement. Smaller dicks just don't photograph that well, and that's a marketing point. The only studio film I was top in was for AlternaDudes, and largely because my scene partner was a full bottom. Everything else saw me as a bottom, and actually, I rather like that! But having this dick size has been a major block to my career success. I can't do much more with it than what Sayten gave me, so I have to rely on other skills to get me on the short list. I try not to let it get to me. Out of all the millions of men on the planet, SOMEBODY has to carry the smallest dick. While it may be an object of ridicule to some people, let's look at it like this. I'm reminded of a line spoken by a woman on a TV show, Will and Grace I think. She references her boobs, which are admittedly small, and she cheerfully says, "It's not much, but they're mine." Hard to inject positivity into this. Check back with me later, I might have a better answer then.