leatherpunk16

I am not poz. And I've been ordered to get back on Truvada. I really enjoyed working with Lance. So much better than the drama queen that I worked with in November who had nothing but negative energy from first to last in our time together. The hair is fine, and isn't a deciding factor for me. But Lance is a good performer with a good head for business and the needs of a scene that I never even thought of. I was quite lucky to have him.

I'm too much a size king to appreciate an average or small cock. I've always had that attraction. Naturally, we all want a good-sized penis. Some of us are particularly blessed in that area. Others are not, and others simply don't care about that stuff. But for me, I find I don't do well with the smaller ones (under six inches is what I call 'small'.) My ex, dearly as I loved him, was not blessed with a large dick. It's a chode, and always caused me pain when he wanted to top. I indulged him, and let him breed me, but it hurt. Fortunately I didn't have to suffer long - he's a quick cummer, too. A double burden. When we split up, I was relieved I didn't have to do that anymore, but as soon as I found out he was poz, I rushed to see him as soon as I could and get that load inside me. Am I a hypocrite? My late husband had a slightly larger dick than I do. Mine is nice and looks decent - a healthy 6.25 - but his was a 7. He didn't think he was that good, but I certainly found him better at topping than the ex. In fact, the last time we had sex before the tragedy saw him pounding me HARD in a Minneapolis hotel room. He looked like he was finally embracing his topping skills. But that's another story. I also got spoiled to having large dicks inside me, both orally and anally, and not through porn. I was trained in gay sex by two hung stallions (one was a thick 8, and the other was nearly 10). So feeling that meat tube slide down to my Adam's apple, or a rectal penetration that I felt in my chest became "normal" for over three years of blissful sex. And they sometimes invited the biggest dudes they could find to their giant country house. (Incidentally this is where I met the EX!) Then when I started doing porn, where the big dicks congregate, I found myself spreading my cheeks more and more often. So it seems I am biased toward larger cocks. The guy I had sex with yesterday is not only small (4 inches hard I think), but also thin, and not a penis for camera. Tight hole, too. It wasn't bad by any means, but I've had better. And that's the norm for me when I play with less-endowed guys.

I just made a porn with Lance Charger. I'm probably not supposed to say more about it than that. Let's just say he fucked me GOOD, and he's one of the best - if not THEE best - scene partner I've ever had.

One to avoid from DS is their Sapphire label. It's really not very good, and doesn't provide a proper high. You may as well not have it for all the good it does. If you find a bottle of their Triple Scorpio IML 2019 Edition, GRAB IT. This stuff is amazing. I bought a bottle at that event, and sucked down half of it at the Cumunion party. Really good shit. Might be able to find a bottle on a bidding site or something.

For studio shoots, this is often known in advance. Unless it's a gangbang that one-time performers are permitted to participate in. When we do amateur or non-studio videos (like for OnlyFans or some such), sometimes we do not meet each other first. We usually communicate by text, phone, or some other media. A lot of that depends on who is where at what time. Near the end of my first round in porn in 2015, I committed to making a film for an unpopular studio over IML weekend. My scene partner was this unknown German pig - I think Trubble was his name - and I knew nothing of his work. There was no JFF at the time, so we could go only by reputation or recommendation for unestablished performers. I tried to talk to him, but he had nothing to say, so I couldn't make any connection. At the event, Joe (the director) texted me repeatedly with some very curious messages. Something about lightbulbs. One said he saw me in the market and wanted to cry. Something about a game at Wrigley Field. I really don't know what his deal was, and Trubble's plane didn't arrive until late on the day we were supposed to shoot, so it was postponed for the next day. The next day (a Saturday, I think) saw nothing but delays and kicking my heels until nightfall. Since I was supposed to be filming, I figured it would be good to save my seeds for the scene, which meant NO sex at the event with anyone. A total bummer. Finally the hour came, and we were going to film in the stairway of the Congress. I went to the location, but was not prepared for what happened next. Joe had replaced me without warning with guys from the earlier gangbang because "they didn't have a condom restriction". (At the time I didn't know what PreP was, or if it was even available, and I had promised my boyfriend I would be safe.) So I missed out an entire day of things that might have been fun because he couldn't communicate. And when I saw Trubble, he was DEFINITELY not my type. I was not impressed or aroused or attracted in any way to this guy, who looked a little emaciated (if that's not too strong a word). My replacements were out of shape and past their prime. I walked out on that shoot. When I saw the video a few months later, I laughed my ass off at how B-A-D it was! I really dodged a bullet there. THIS is what can happen when you don't meet the people you are performing with, and just do whatever with pairing up the scene partners. 😆

Here's one I experienced recently. I was at a fisting party. I was elbow deep in some French pig, and this other dude walks up beside me. I figured he was just there to watch the show. Not much later, he tries to put his hand in my claimed hole. He was practically invading my scene without consent. He wasn't going to wait his turn - he wanted the French pig NOW. He did it again when I had a different bottom. This time I told him, "This is our scene, not yours." He seemed to get the message, and when we chatted later on Asspig, he said that both bottoms asked him to be part of our scenes. I don't remember ever hearing those words from either of them. Was he out of line for interfering? There was ZERO space for this guy to put his hand in the French pig when I was already parked there, so I don't buy his story.

IML looks like it will be back on this Memorial Day weekend. And horny fuckers from round the globe will likely be everywhere. Pretty sure that everyone who makes an effort will get some dick or some ass at least once. Two years of buildup is a long time.

I just meant that, if you told your bottom that you're lethal, he might have a terrible reaction. Could punch you, or knock your lights out. Could report you to bathhouse management - "there's a poz guy here who just tried to infect me!", or some such. Could get you thrown out if he can identify you (say if you were wearing something distinctive). Those things are not fun. That's all I'm suggesting.

Last time I walked around the Chicago Steamworks, none of the slings were up. Might be different now. I've been there many times, and at different times of day. It varies, and is always a gamble. Even on a Saturday night, it can be quiet and less populated than expected. A room can be a good investment, but no guarantee. At least you'll have a place to go when you find a trick, and somewhere more private unless you like an audience. The locker room isn't great for cruising - guys are either just arriving or just leaving nearly all the time. But the room at the top of the 2nd floor stairs is a good place to scope out all the guys who come in. You might find a bench to straddle in the mirror maze if you want to be exposed.

Forgive me if this enquires too curiously, but isn't it kind of a bad idea to go to a bathhouse while knowingly toxic? If you tell someone, it could have nasty consequences for you! I guess the secret lies in NOT telling them, but... well, if it were me (which it's not), I couldn't live with the guilt. How did you handle it on your visit?

I had a frustrating problem with bleeding around this time last year. I would toy myself, and when I pulled it out for whatever reason, I found blood. Couldn't understand why. It wasn't until after several weeks of this that I fakelized: my lube was incompatible with the toy! I was using Elbow Grease with a silicone dildo. No wonder. Plastic cawks are not the same as a pair of human hands, so that was the problem. After buying some Swiss Navy lube, and using that exclusively on my toys, there's no more red in my poo or on my toys. What are you using, OP?

Twisted Beast sells some killer poppers. Common report says they'll fuck you up in a good way. Importing can be expensive and unreliable, so buy at your own risk.

This mayn't be helpful, but I'm posting it anyway with a view to sharing a like experience that you may glean what you may from it. I was never really interested in drinking piss. Not even my own, and it didn't occur to me that I could do so until my 30s. A pig buddy introduced me to it, and I enjoyed the experience with him. Nothing more. And that was as far as it went for a long time. Then in 2016, I joined a watersports club. I went to my first gathering, made new friends (one of whom informed me that eventually I *will* drink it if I hang around such events), and had a great time feeding my urine to others. I did it on and off with my late husband, and he also joined that same club for about a year. Wasn't until 2020 that I was able to drink my own fluids. You can't think about it. This is what stops you. Here's what I did: I filled a large drinking glass with my piss after tanking on water for most of the day. Wanna be well hydrated, or you might be a little too salty. Also, avoid pungent things like asparagus. Anyway, I turned on my camera, filled the glass, and chugged the whole thing down. Didn't give it a thought except "I'm doing it!" while it was going on. It will feel warm going down. And if you can go again, drink it up a second time. But don't overindulge on your first go! You're not used to it, and if you have a sensitive stomach, you might bring it back up. It'll taste bad. Don't do that. Here's another one: fill your usual water bottle with a little piss of your own. If you don't fill the bottle, it's okay. Just add some tap water to make up the difference. Drink it as your day progresses. You'll probably barely notice it! And it's quite casual, and no one is likely to know what you're REALLY drinking! Eventually you'll build up to doing a full glass like I did. Give those a try, see if they work for you. Just don't think about it, but DO IT. If you wanna do this fetish, you must get comfortable with the idea, or you won't enjoy it.

I can relate well. Across the street from me is a friend. He's sexy, but physically not my type. Just his face, plus he's a kind and stable person. And he's a cumdump. I was the first of 19 guys who nailed him this past Christmas Day. We have been on a few dates since we first met in October 2021, and I grew to like him. A LOT. So much that I felt I was on the edge of falling for him, he's just such a sweet and gentle man. Imagine my heartbreak when he told me he's not interested in having a relationship with me! I asked him just before Christmas if he would consider the possibility. He said no. He'd rather be a cumdump. I explained that I wouldn't take that from him, it's part of who he is, and I accepted it when we met. Didn't matter. He's not interested. Haven't seen him since I fucked him that Christmas. We've talked, and tried to make plans, but he's a busy guy. I think he's afraid to let me get close to him like that. Can't change it, so gotta move on. He's not going to budge just because I want it. Disappointing, but it IS reality.

As a highly trained professional musician, this speaks perfect sense to me. Bravo!

Interesting train of thought! What do I count as my best sex? Do I think of the times with my late husband? Or maybe that time that my poz ex bred me while I begged for it? Or the daddy who gave me gono with his 8 inch monster and made me see stars? Or the hookup I had at IML with that bald pig who sat on my face? Or the Greek dude I blew under the table while he sold wristbands? Or last Sunday when I rolled around in pumpkin pie filling? See, it's all relative. One's sexual journey is a weird tapestry of various experiences. Some of them are Monets - abstract and don't make sense because they don't have to be understood. Others are Mona Lisas, curious and simple in their beauty. If one has a long history of these things, sure, you can say the best is behind you. Or the best is happening right now. Or if you're 18 and have your whole life to look forward to, this is less applicable. Not many 18 year olds can say they've had great sex and it will never be good again. Such negativity is destructive, and either leads to no efforts made (like me), or doing extreme things one isn't ready for in order to find the next "best sex ever". In case this wasn't a philosophy question, these are my top 5 sexual experiences. No particular order. - the night I railed my husband at Touche while he was bent over the bar at a piss party - sex with my ex in the summer of 2018 - the aforementioned Daddy who fucked me so hard my piss was rose-coloured afterwards - the pig who brought me into the pig lifestyle (plus that first time I fisted him) - the hookup with "Tim", who was small of frame, but so gentle and hung like a bull There's still more for me to look forward to. And each one will be different.

This is certainly unique. I've not read anything like this on BZ. Looking forward to seeing how this develops.

I enjoy the intrusion of his sizable appendage gradually going into me, and I'm thinking "YES! I'm getting raw cock and he's a big one!" And two horny monsters join as one, grinding into each other, occasionally separating momentarily for whatever reason, until the deed is done. Then when his tempo increases as the juices begin to churn, and watching his skin changing hue. The rough animalistic grunting and growling, and then a final roar as he discharges his loathsome load. And the gradual comedown from the heights of intimacy as we pant and catch our breath. Then the post-coital bliss. But my favourite part? The kiss that sets it all off. It sets the tone for the fuck. If he's a poor kisser, then this might not be the mind-blowing experience I just described.

Allow me to differ from you, and say "no". I have a modest penor at just over 6 inches. I really need another inch at least - I think I'd get more interest in porn things as a result. Smaller cocks (that is to say, under 8 inches) don't always photograph well, and this is why you don't see them so much in films or magazines. And with many of my peers carrying pythons in their pants, I'm definitely the smallest guy in the locker room. It's not a good feeling. Inadequacy. You will never see me in chastity for this reason. I don't need to shrink it further.

"Pigs Don't Stop" by Dark Alley Media was one of my first favourites. Von Fistenberg has an insane look, and the film is just hot all around.

I'm a size king, so a good manageable dong is best for me. 7-9 inches is really my range. Bigger than that tends to be too much of a good thing, like eating several creme brulees in one sitting. My ex was not gifted in his dick size. It's one step above a chode. Although some find that sexy, I did not, and it didn't feel good, either. Funny how when he converted, I wanted nothing more than his toxic chode inside me. My late husband had a bigger dick than I do, but he didn't like to use it, so I seldom got fucked by him. But I've also had dudes that tried to rip me apart. I dated one in 2020, and he just could NOT cum fast enough. I wanted the fuck, the load, and to just BE DONE, but this guy fucks like an Energizer bunny. Maybe after a year's stretching and training I could take him no prob. And doing porn like I do sometimes, I've come to expect the more endowed men to be my partners. I think this overset the bar to what the majority of men should look like, but oftentimes, I find myself disappointed in the guys who profess to be tops when they have no business in that position.

I met a couple pigs on Men4SexNow in 2009, and they invited me to their country house to play. Condoms were definitely out on the coffee table, but were not emphasized or encouraged. They didn't know me, I didn't know them, but we fucked without the rubbers anyway. And it was good sex. Not just that, but the trust and camraderie between us was really strong. They didn't have many visitors, given how out of the way their place was. If anything, I was the one that kept bringing bugs into their house through my own sexcapades, but somehow they never caught 'em (or didn't tell me if they did). I did the whole condom thing in 2014 when I was a sex worker, but when that ended, I almost NEVER wrapped up again. Just seemed kinda pointless by then.

Today I made a video with a leather daddy. We met on BBRT, and then Twitter. After a non-sexual meet to discuss history and plans and get a feel for one another, we got together today to make a film for our Fans pages. Daddy shows up in his motorcycle gear, and with a black harness under the jacket. After setting up the lights and cameras, we got down to business. We kissed sloppily, and groped. I undressed him boots first, and down to his underwear (looked like mesh). Cock slightly below average and a weird shape, but already leaking precum. We swap oral sex for a while. Then he gets ME naked, leaving me in my white harness and fingerless gloves. He teases my hole with his dick, and gently pulls the plug out of my butt. My hole breathes a sigh of relief. A loud sigh. LOL He brought with him a steel instrument called a comma. It's shaped like a giant half-ring barbell that one puts in their nose. Stimulates the prostate. After playing with my dick using a sheathe of some kind, he puts the comma inside. Very new sensation that hits the top of the prostate. A good feeling! Then he fucks me loudly, and like an animal. Pounding away at my hole, and dumping his seeds inside me. Feels fucking amazing. We get a shot of me squeezing the load out to show he planted successfully. Then he puts the comma back inside my hole while I jerk off with the cock sheathe. I spit out a huge sticky load all over my right glove. Comma comes out clean. A good fuck. Leatherpunk16 is happy.