leatherpunk16

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

The very transactional "Just fuck me, sir". Okay, you're a cumdump. Anything else? So generic, and you want me to give you my spunk. What do I get? A hole to unload in. That's easy enough to find, so you're not special. These types usually have only one pic, and it's usually a grainy photo of their buttcheeks, or them lying face down in a dark room, but you (annoyingly) can't see anything physical about them beyond that. And the profile is blank.

That certainly has its appeal, but one must be careful to not burn yourself or the partner (unless you are into that), and avoiding setting fire to one's bed or carpet. Really a mood killer.

When I started my porn career, I got my start with camming on Randy Blue. I had my own private room, and the guests of the website would pop in and see if their favourite model was on. A lot of times they were just there to watch, but many people bought private shows from me, and sometimes others would peek in on these shows. All of this made me some money. I set my own prices, and a lot of the time on my shows, I would either sit and wait for something to happen, or we'd just end up talking. I didn't get paid for that - it was only the private shows that made the money. Of course, on a private show, I was expected to perform. Put a quarter in the box, and watch me go. Jerk off with me if you like. I had only one client who came in toward the end who didn't want any sex show, but just to talk. Really a kind man, and he helped me through a very difficult summer with his generosity and talking out issues. I even lowered my rates for this guy just so we could keep talking. But by August, they all stopped coming, and so had I. Too often I'd sit in front of my labtop for three hours late into the night, and not one person would come by. Really boring, and wasteful. I value my sleep, so one can see how frustrating this was for me. And I stopped checking in. Partly because I found something that made me way more money for a lot less investment. I'm not allowed to say WHAT because it violates the rules of BZ, but let's just say that lately I can't even GIVE it away! LOL My cam time ended in September. I checked in only once or twice that month before abandoning it. Camming was good for me. It got me comfortable with the camera, helped me build some reputation, and I met some interesting people. One of them was actually local to me, and he became a long-term supporter of my opera company. Go figure. The money wasn't much, but remember it was 2014, and a dollar went farther then (just not on petrol). I made a laughable amount camming, less than 1k over eight months, but I didn't care. It helped me start a new journey, and I have no regerts.

I might be killing the fantasy here, but wouldn't that be a rejection of their sexual identity? Several years back, I met a person who transitioned to male, and I fisted him. For a while after that, I had this fantasy of fucking his pussy to get him pregnant. It was then I realized that such an act would be kinda rude, and a rejection of his identity as a male. Never got the nerve to ask, and so never did it. I wonder if the internal parts are removed in this process so this can never happen?

I would want the power to make people do things I desire. Willingly, of course. Not forced or pressured, but like they have no choice in the matter, and they recognize the benefits of doing what I choose. That hot guy at the gym? He goes on a date with me. The really cool job that pays well? It's mine. An excellent singer? She's in my show. That bitch at the store? She shuts her damn mouth when she's told to. I'm sure I could find ways to benefit others who sorely need the help with this power. Pretty damn useful.

I had been visiting my fuckbuddies for a couple years, and Jim was the piggier of the two. He had been watching some German porn lately, and he wanted to show me his new discovery. We saw a hardcore fisting vid. With glassy drunk eyes, Jim turned to me and asked, "Do you think you could do that to me?" I was willing to try. He got on the bed, put his legs up, and told me what to do. I had no idea, and certainly wasn't prepared, so my fingernails were probably not in great shape for fisting. Already you can see where this is leading. I covered my hands and the right forearm in Crisco, and Jim just let me explore. He loved it. I was completely clueless for what to do, so I just did whatever. He wasn't much help after I got a rhythm going - forgot his safeword, and eventually passed out. I extracted my hand after realizing he'd passed out, and ... well, the result can be imagined. Let's just say we flagged red for a reason. Freaked out his partner when I went upstairs to show him and get cleaned. After that, Jim and I couldn't get enough fisting, and we started doing it more and more often. He had a great hole, and if he had lived longer, he probably would have prolapsed.

There is a current commercial in the US that advertises a medicine for getting one to undetectable and keeping them there. I want to know why it always includes the notion that one can't get HIV through sex. There are other methods of transmission. Does the medicine not work for preventing transmission through needles or breast milk? Must it always be about sexual contact?

I've been known to go to the bathhouse and put a couple tally marks on my buttocks before I actually got any. Sometimes it helps to advertise, and gives one a little credibility. There's no one to prove otherwise, and some guys will feel a load in there when others will not. If I got caught, I can say that I squeezed it all out. This, of course, implies that someone saw it, took the invitation, and put his dong in there. And that doesn't happen as often as it should. When it does, he either doesn't deposit or he can't fuck. Once in a while, a poz porn star will breed me, and I'll have a little souvenir for later.

I am much the same, remembering dates of seemingly unimportant things, or events that were important to only me. As for your question, I can probably guess the date. Somewhere around Aug 10 2009. I met with my fuckbuddies Jim and Donnie for the first time at their country house. I topped Donnie pretty hard, and Jim made me swallow his monster cock. I had never been throat-raped like that, and that was the beginning of our great friendship. For the next three years, we would get together for sex as often as possible.