leatherpunk16

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.

But that's definitely a good goal to work toward! LOL

I think they mean "great BIT OF writing". Phones do that autocorrect thing for those two words, not realizing the context of what is actually being said.

Fuck "going forward". Do not use this garbage phrase that adds nothing to your sentence.

The ending seems a bit abrupt, but okay. Let me echo the others in saying we hope you come back.

Wanna hear something I thought was fucked up? I met this young guy Gustave at a leather event last weekend. He wants to get messy with me and do some gunge play. When I told him that it would probably lead to me breeding him, he insisted on condom use because he's not on Prep. Why was my first thought, "We need to get him positive first"??? Given that he's insistent on using protection, I don't think that's gonna be possible. And second, I haven't got it so it can't come from me. But why did I suddenly go THERE? Possibly an echo of an old life.

I don't think the problem is you. You took the time to fill in all the slots instead of leaving all of them "ask me". And you're direct about what you seek. I've also experienced annoying people on that site, and it's generally them. These places are full of such people who do not have a concept of other people's time. But... you may wish to shorten the last sentence about your vaccinations. It's good you state that, but maybe a shorter line would be better. Such as "covid/monkeypox vaxxed". Then you have a few more characters to insert if you think of something else to add to it.

Definitely the fuck. A lot of times, I don't get the load. My visit to the bathhouse a couple months back illustrated this. I bent over for a few men, and when they started fucking me, we'd get the juices going, and then they'd just stop. Like they got bored. So they went in search of other holes. Generally I can't feel it when I get the load, and since many men have plowed deeply, they can deposit one, and I'd never see it or feel it. So they can lie and I'd have no choice but believe them. But I really think I don't get them, and it's exactly what I think is happening. I've therefore learned to appreciate what dick I get, and the cream filling is just a bonus. Someday it will be an extra special bonus.

He's around here. Hit him up.

Care to share how and why? What has changed for you? What has got better?

It's Friday now. What was your turnout like?

Every time I fire up a cigar, I feel a stirring in my dick. It's actually pretty mild, and subsides shortly. As if it rolled over in slumber.

The disease would be considered far more dangerous if, when transmitted, the recipient just picked up where the last host left off. I don't know of any virus that operates that fast. I suppose I should be quiet, lest it be a challenge for the bugs to step up their game. Lol