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I find that the sex goes better when the bottom is cleaned out. The dick has a clear shot to push through without any resistance. Sometimes when the bottom has a little obstruction there, it can be quite painful to have it pounded. This leads to tears and bleeding. And some bottoms are VERY self-conscious about being unclean when they fuck. This is also good advice for those who enjoy toys. It's not fun cleaning the shit off your dildo in the kitchen sink, and if you get caught, you might have two things to be embarrassed about. Plus the scent is very distinctive. Some tops will be turned off by it. A couple years back, this handsome hung fella came to my house and fucked me in my sling. Huge dick. I cleaned out as best I could, but evidently missed a spot. He was bigger than I expected, so he got a little deeper than expected. He hit a pocket of water that I stubbornly chose to hang on to, and when he pulled out for a re-lube, it gushed and was poopy. Instant boner killer. I've learned to do better with it since then, lol. Now a different thought for those of us that travel (say to Claw or IML or Folsom): how do we pack our shower wands for flight? We'll be away from home for a few days, probably in a hotel where there IS no such hose. A dilemma for the travelling bottom ho! And some of us don't do well with those bottles and nozzle douche contraptions. The hose does a better job, anyway. Concerns? Solutions? Anyone got a fun story about their travel douching?

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Damn, season two is really heating up!

Now I do bethink me, I have also met someone from BZ. We talked some last autumn, he came to my place, and I fisted him. An unforgettable experience.

That depends on you, kupo.

Here's one guaranteed to cause further division. How do you feel about smoking only after sex? Blanche Devereaux says this part is optional.

Cigars are hot. Cigarettes not so much.

What are you hoping to experience? If you say what you want to get out of the visit, more people might be interested.

I never liked him. Something about this guy always hocked me off. And he's been endorsed by Michael Lucas, another piece of shit in the industry. What. A. Surprise. 🙄

Then, by this logic, what could happen if the creatures encounter someone who is NOT neg? And he's not part of the tribe, either. Could it reverse the spell? Or create something more terrifying? There's an interesting possibility here.

Oh shit... Now that a feminine element has been introduced to this madness, where will the story go? In what ways will this change? Thanks for the new instalment, PupLucky.

In my 30s, I was on as many sites as possible. Where I lived back then produced this kind of environment and behaviour. EVERYONE ELSE in the city was doing the same thing, and trying to cast wider nets. I started out with Men4SexNow, but once I had my fuckbuddies, I dropped it. Met my (now) ex on A4A, and had a couple interesting dates from others. In recent years, it became a place for Russian bots trying to scam me by getting me invested and suddenly needing money for one crisis or another. I got tired of it. Manhunt yielded nothing, too many drugs and unhealthy behaviours on NKP, and Grindr was laughably bad and full of guys who didn't reply to messages. I've been on Recon for a long time, and it yielded some good results, but nothing that recent. I joined bbrt a few months back at the suggestion of my ex, but I haven't had a single hookup from it. I think being a porn guy has made me picky, but the other part is this: most gay men are pricks. No follow-through, lies of all sorts, a string of bad life choices, and poor sex skills. I stopped trying. I wonder if hookup apps are really the cause of our public spaces closing? Based on two pages of replies, none of them are any good with a few exceptions based on geography. People are preferring to meet in person once again? Hmm.

Boxers. Lets my balls breathe and isn't as restricting as briefs. Didn't care for boxer briefs. But I'll wear a jockstrap at the gym, under the shorts of course, and for the simple reason that a jock doesn't ride up on me. Necessary during legs day. So far, no one questions why I wear it when they see me in the locker room, although one person felt the need to say "This isn't a bathhouse, queer. Put your shorts on."

A studio that wants me for a film in the autumn has said so. And other performers who live with it every day. And they're probably right. I don't need ONE MORE obstacle to being a porn success.

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.