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When I first came out and started making gay friends, I heard a joke about how "Versatile" just means "I'm a bottom who can't suck a cock properly". In my experience (and from what I've heard from my top friends), it's a pretty accurate statement. I am a bottom, on my profiles I make it clear I am a bottom, and if a guy says he is interested in topping me (or having me suck his cock) I expect him to take on the top role during our encounter. I have had several vers guys swear up and down they are just interested in topping me, that they understood I am a total bottom; then they come over, we get naked, and suddenly it's "Wow your cock is so big! Can I blow you? Will you fuck me? Please? I wanna try sitting on that big cock! I know I said I was a top but I have a thing for uncut guys. Your cock is really big, you should at least try topping this once!" and so on. It's infuriating and I have kicked guys out of my apartment for pulling that crap. It's like ordering a steak and having the waitress try to serve you a salad instead, then pretending she doesn't understand why you're suddenly telling the manager she needs to be fired. Pisses me off. I refuse to play with guys if their profile says anything other than "Top" or "Prefer to Top", because I got so fucking tired of all the supposedly "100% Versatile" guys refusing to do anything but bottom.

I don't believe they are "ghosts" as in dead people, but I have seen spirits/demons/phantoms. I worked in a restaurant a few years ago, did a lot of night time work, would be there alone closing up sometimes. You'd be out front, in the dining area, and out of the corner of your eye see someone staring at you from the kitchen (visible through the little serving window where waiters picked up the food), and they'd vanish when you'd turn to look. I saw a painting of two angels turn into demonic creatures, it was like watching black ink (or sludge) seep out of the canvas and paint over what was already there, changing the white/feathery wings to black bat-like wings and changing the background from bright and cheery to dark and sinister, the color just faded away from the picture, leaving it grey-scale. Another time, I was there alone, had just stepped out of the front door and was locking it, so I was looking back towards the kitchen for a moment. I saw an arm reach out through the translucent (plastic) curtain separating the kitchen from the dining area. It made a "come here" motion before retreating back into the darkness of the kitchen. I know no-one else was there so it wasn't a prank, and the fingers on the hand were clearly visible through the curtain, and they were too skeletal and wrongly-proportioned to be human. I just about shat myself and bolted to my car. Another time, during the day, I was throwing some trash in the dumpster out back when I felt I was being watched. I looked around, nobody there, but my eyes were drawn to the old tree nearby. I heard what sounded like a young child giggle, then saw a hazy, human-like outline jump out of the higher branches of the tree and run off insanely fast down the alley. It was nearly invisible, hazy, could only see where it was because it made the things behind it distorted. Sort of like looking at something under water, or like when you see something off in the distance on a hot day and the heat makes it all wavy and blurry. We had a pastor come in to eat one day at lunch. Without anyone mentioning anything to him (other people had seen weird shit, not just me), he went up to the owner, said "there are evil spirits here" and offered to go through each room/area and pray for them to be banished. The owner had him do it, and after that the weird shit stopped. I'm not a church-going guy, but after working there, it's VERY rare I don't wear my cross necklace, even when I go to bed at night. Usually only take it off to fuck or shower. The picture thing and the thing in the alley weren't that scary, but the hand beckoning me from the darkness in the kitchen? I don't remember ever being that scared in my life, and I've literally been in life-or-death situations before.

Keep your throat wet. Having a glass of water nearby, or using some lube can help a lot (the flavored lubes are supposedly good for oral but I've never used any). It might take more than one session, but train yourself to take him balls deep with you in control (kneeling in front of him or him laying down on his back) before you attempt letting him fuck your throat. I've noticed alcohol makes it easier for me to deep throat, but weed and poppers make it harder. So if you are inclined, experiment and see what works for you. As for guys lying about their size: The biggest dick I've ever encountered IRL was roughly 9.5". I've chatted up guys online who claimed to be 10"+, but when we meet my cock was much larger than theirs (mine is 7.5"). A lot of guys don't know how to measure properly, and even more guys flat out lie. If you actually find a guy with a 12" cock, grats and I hope you have a fun with that monster dick. But I wouldn't worry about being able to handle it all until you meet in person and confirm he's not measuring from the tip of his cock to his asshole.

I got horny today, browsed some fics and tried my hand at writing one. Never written anything like this before, hope it’s decent. “Prag” has the same meaning as “prison bitch”, I used it because typing bitch so often got repetitive. “Boy” and “kid” in this story refer to young adults, around 18-24 years old. ------------------------------------------------------------------- This was it. Months of thinking it over, asking myself if I was sure it was what I wanted, and now it was finally happening. I was going to take the plunge. After making sure my ass was completely cleaned out and ready for what promised to be an intense, unforgettable night, I took a quick shower and looked back on the last few months. I had been lucky to meet Jamaal online. A hot, beefy daddy, very muscular, slightly hairy, but with just enough padding to give him a burly bear build. His body drove me wild. He was into stuff that even other pigs would find kinky, and had a forceful personality that made even a reluctant bottom eager to completely, utterly submit. His veiny, uncut cock was just slightly over ten inches long, as big around as a soda can at the base, with a head that was even bigger. I wasn't usually into black guys, but I wanted to be an utter slut for Jamaal. He could (and soon would) do anything he wanted to me. I had blown Jamaal several times, usually getting all but an inch or so of his cock down my throat before gagging. The first time my jaw had gotten sore from trying to open wide enough for him, but I had gotten used to his girth quickly. The length still gave me problems. Jamaal assured me he'd be curing me of my gag reflex in the coming weeks. I had bottomed for plenty of guys, but had never taken a cock anywhere near Jamaal's size. I was a bit nervous, but had wanted to take his cock up my ass for a long time. Jamaal refused to top me unless I took his dick bareback, let him fuck me as rough and deep as he wanted no matter how much it tore up my ass; he wanted to fuck me like a prison bitch. Jamaal meant that last part literally. In our chats online, I found out he had taken part in a botched robbery attempt that left a security guard dead and a police officer (who had happened to be patrolling nearby) badly injured. He had refused to snitch on his accomplices, and had ended up serving almost twenty years (though the original sentence was far less; he had his sentence extended several times due to his behavior while in prison). You see, it was in prison that Jamaal had discovered his love of fucking guys in the ass (a lack of consent had never stopped him from getting what he wanted, and his "take what I want" attitude had only barely been held in check since his release a few years back). Prison was where he learned that, even if they only did it out of fear, a man was naturally better at sucking cock than a woman could ever hope to be. It was where he discovered that a man's ass, involuntarily clenched in pain and terror, was tighter than even a virgin pussy. Where he discovered the sheer, sadistic pleasure of brutally violating and humiliating someone, breaking them down, completely and irreparably, just for his own perverse gratification. Prison was also where he contracted HIV. Jamaal figured he had caught the bug early on, either from blood exchanged during one of his many 'new meat' fights. 'New meat' fights occur for each good-looking inmate goes through unless the newbie immediately accept life as a prag. Jamaal also speculated he may have caught the bug after being patched up after in the infirmary as the safety precautions of normal hospitals were often ignored, sometimes to save money, sometimes because the doctors and nurses just didn't give a shit, often because unqualified personnel who didn't know what the fuck they were doing were put in charge of the inmates' care. Jamaal claimed guys had attempted to rape him but had never succeeded, and that such attempts led him to join a gang. While not interested in operations like smuggling and selling drugs, or any real leadership role, he had quickly risen to prominence within the gang, thanks to his loyalty to the other gang members and his tendency to win fights (and leave his enemies nearly, but not quite, dead). Jamaal guessed he had pozzed about two dozen or so white men (mostly young boyish guys, like me), a couple of Asians, and perhaps a half dozen or so Latinos, during his two-decade prison term. The younger and weaker a guy was, the more likely he'd end up with a cock in his ass at some point. Some prags were new inmates who had willingly (though not eagerly) given up their bodies in exchange for drugs and/or protection. Some had been transferred from other prisons, already so beaten down and broken that they just accepted their fate as cumdumps for the bigger, stronger inmates. Some of them fought, usually a new inmate, someone who didn’t realize that winning the fight today just meant you were exhausted for tomorrow’s fight. Sometimes it took months to beat and fuck the fight out of them. Jamaal liked it when they had some fight in them, some fire. He liked seeing a little bit of that fire extinguished each time a kid would lose a fight, and DAMN, Jamaal loved seeing the look of horror and despair on their face at the moment they realized the fight wasn’t going in their favor, that they were going to lose, going to be held down again, beaten again, humiliated and robbed of their manhood - again. He had only fucked another black inmate one time. Jamaal had viciously beaten and then helped gang rape a mouthy black kid who had, on the kid's first day in gen pop, tried to show he was tough shit by claiming a bitch of his own. Unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong boy to fuck. Jamaal had his own prag, a Latino in his early 30s, but his gang had a few shared fuckboys as well, mostly young white boys who had been stupid enough to try to survive on their own rather than join a gang. At the end of a ten-on-one fight, even the toughest bastard would usually find himself bent over with a cock viciously plowing his asshole. True, the Aryans preyed on the younger white inmates they didn't feel were tough enough to join their ranks, and they might slap their bitches around a little for fun, or to keep them in line, but they didn't brutalize and torture them for fun the way black inmates did when they had a white bitch under their control. Any new white inmate with a brain would join a white gang, either as a member or a willing prag, rather than be taken as a slave by the black gangs, and Jamaal’s gang wasn’t nearly as sadistic as some of the others when it came to their bitches. Still, the thugs in Jamaal's gang viewed their bitches as property, which meant they could do whatever they wanted to them, but it also meant they were fiercely territorial when it came to their prags. When Jamaal found out someone outside his gang had raped one of their bitches, he bribed a guard to leave the exercise yard at a time he knew the offender would be there, and confronted him. Jamaal gave the kid the option of escaping retribution by joining the gang (he liked that the kid had a spine, obviously had no problem with violence or getting his hands dirty, and it was always good to have another person on your side in an environment as dangerous as prison). Instead of joining, the kid tried to make a name for himself. He literally spat in Jamaal's face and threw a punch. The punk realized the gravity of his mistake as Jamaal dodged the blow and caught him upside the head with a free weight. He woke up to find a dirty sock stuffed in his mouth and a barely lubed cock being painfully forced up his ass. Jamaal had taken the kid down without any help from his gang, but was holding him down so they could each empty their balls into his (formerly) virgin hole. The rape served many purposes, other than just the entertainment of the guys in his gang: it told the victim, and the other inmates, not to fuck with Jamaal or his gang, and to stay the fuck away from their prags, unless they wanted to risk becoming a prag as well. It also showed his gang that Jamaal was loyal and tough, and a valuable ally, and that meant people would watch his back if and when shit went down. It also showed everyone that when Jamaal made an offer, one would do well to accept it. Anyhow, as the first gang member filled the punk’s ass with cum, the punk found the sock in his mouth removed and a shank put at his throat. He had managed to hold back the tears so far, but when he was told that he was going to suck the shit off the gang members’ cocks after they fucked him, and that refusing to do so would get his throat slashed, the tears came spilling out. The pain and humiliation of being raped had been hellish, but it was nothing compared to the degradation and disgust he felt as the first slimy, shit covered cock was forced down his throat. The worst part, was that despite the overpowering taste of shit, and the taste of his rapist’s cum, he could taste the blood from his torn asshole. A few seconds after the first gang member had pulled out of his ass and forced the cock into his mouth, the punk felt another cock rammed balls deep into his ass. This one was shorter than the first cock, but easily twice as thick. The punk felt his already torn insides ripped apart. He screamed reflexively, but the ripe cock down his throat muffled it. The scream came out barely a whimper. And the punk’s nightmare had just begun. I shuddered mentally as I recalled what Jamaal had told me had happened to the punk who had crossed him. I had no interest in scat (though I had no issue with ass to mouth if I had a chance to clean out beforehand) but knowing Jamaal could be dominant and forceful to the point of violence made my ass twitch. That was why I was here, wasn’t it? I not only knew how Jamaal could treat a boy, but I wanted him to treat me that way. Having finished my shower, I turned off the water, grabbed my towel and dried off, and walked out of the bathroom and down the hall, opened the second door on the left, and went downstairs into the basement. Jamaal was waiting for me, play room all set up. Sofa in the corner, sling in the opposite corner, padded bench in the middle, kiddie pool at the far end of the room for watersports, a table along the wall with assorted whips and toys, a few cameras set up around the room. A half dozen other black men stood naked, identical tattoos on their arms clearly identifying them as members of the same gang. They varied slightly in size and skin tone, some had erections already, some were still limp, but I could tell all of them were well hung. “Nice little white bitch you found,” one of them said, “ready to break him in?” Jamaal didn’t have to answer. I walked up and bent over the bench in the middle of the room. It was finally happening: Jamaal and six members of his gang, all poz, all about to take turns fucking me, all eager to shoot their dirty seed into their new, skinny little white bitch. There would be no going back. I had signed a slave contract with Jamaal yesterday. I had agreed to many things, but a prominent detail was the signing over of all my assets to him. I had been born into a well off family. Not Hilton rich, but rich enough that I would never have to work and could still never worry about money. I had never been forced to steal to get by like Jamaal had. The one time I had trouble with the law, my parents had thrown money at the problem and made it go away. When I met Jamaal online and heard his story, I knew things weren’t right. I was part of a system that had white people fucking over and taking everything away from blacks. I hadn’t been willing to take the plunge at first. I’d sucked his cock, even sucked a couple of his friends’ cocks, drank some piss, and had one thug fuck me with a condom. Jamaal knew how much I wanted it, but he wouldn’t let me do anything but suck his cock unless I surrendered to him completely. Either I was his bitch or I wasn’t. It had taken me several weeks to finally decide to give in. As it was, I had signed a contract that would let Jamaal reverse the way things usually went for blacks and whites. He’d be in power and get to take everything from me: my money, my dignity, my body, and my health. He had told me up front he was only interested in using (and sometimes abusing) me, making me his bitch, using me up, and destroying me for his pleasure like he had so many other white bitches back in prison. He would use me as a cumdump, poz me, take every penny I had, let his friends fuck and abuse me, and video every degrading sex act I participated in so he could get even more money from me by putting the videos online. And when HIV (and whatever other diseases I was sure to get from his friends and the many other black thugs that would be using me as a cumdump) ravaged my body, when I got so sick and frail that he and his friends didn’t want my ass anymore, when he couldn’t even make money whoring me out to anyone with a buck to spend, then he’d kick me out into the street, leave me used up, broken, alone, and without hope, just like he had to all his prison bitches before me. I had signed the contract. I knew what I was getting into and I wasn’t going to back out. I wanted this. I needed this. I felt guilty for being white and privileged. I needed to be utterly used and discarded by an angry, dominate black man. I wanted to know he enjoyed hurting me, destroying me. I took a deep breath as I waited, bent over the bench. Jamaal had things planned out. He wanted the biggest cock in the group (only one guy had a dick bigger than Jamaal’s, it was nearly 13”, thicker than a beercan, cut, with a slight curve upwards) to break me in, leave my ass gaping and torn up, so the other guys would have a better chance of pozzing me. The thug with the 13" cock came up behind me and put some lube on his massive meat. I knew he wasn’t using nearly enough lube, that he wanted my ass stretching and straining to take his dick. Even if he used the entire bottle of lube, it would have been agonizing, and I knew he had no intention of being gentle. That was fine, I wanted the pain. I would be a prag for Jamaal, and anyone he offered my ass to. I knew I was going to be used and eventually discarded. I also knew Jamaal liked bitches that fought, that had fire. I wouldn’t fight, but I would show him I had fire. I would take every rough, ass-stretching fuck those black cocks gave me. And, when they finished with my ass, I would suck each cock clean. I would open myself up to their dirty cum, I would let them taint my body with disease. I would take their abuse, I would let them break me, I would let Jamaal film it and profit from my suffering. I would endure everything they put me through. I knew eventually I would be all used up, that I would break. But I would endure everything I possibly could. I would make Jamaal work to break me. He would see my fire go out, little by little, and he’d enjoy the challenge, but it would take a lot of time and effort on his part before the fire went out completely. I would endure as long as I could, take all the fucking, all the diseased cum, all the abuse I could possibly endure. Then, when Jamaal, and every black man he knew, was done with me, when I was cast away like a piece of white trash, I would know that I had let him use me up completely, that I had completely and utterly been his bitch. I let out the breath I had been holding as I felt the thug behind me put one hand on my ass while he lined his cock up to my hole with his other hand. I felt his massive, poz cock push against the pucker of my asshole, tearing me open as it pushed deeper and deeper inside. I could tell from his breathing and the twitching of his rock hard cock, that he was already dripping hot, toxic precum into my bleeding ass. There was no turning back now…

Never been gangbanged, but I would be open to sharing tops with other bottoms. My concern would be the other bottom's cleanliness (I know I properly clean out, but a lot of bottoms don't). If I was at a gang bang, I'd expect (and encourage) cocks to be swapping back and forth between every available hole, but I'd only be up for that if I knew 100% for sure that the other bottoms are squeaky clean like me.

1: Make sure your ass is 100% clean. Some tops will be playing with other bottoms after they are done with you, so be considerate of both your tops and their future bottoms. 2: Prelube your ass, but leave the bottle nearby where a top is likely to see it (assuming the room isn't totally dark) in case he needs it 3: Always offer to suck a top's cock clean once he's done with your ass (I say offer because some tops are very sensitive after cumming and don't want you on their dick any more) 4: If one guy is fucking you and another sticks his cock in your face, you suck it (unless it's covered in shit from another bottom or something). You should keep him rock hard and ready to pound your ass as soon as the first top is done with you (assuming the second guy is wanting your ass and not just a blowjob). If you're not used to sucking cock while getting fucked, then it's time to learn. 5: You're a bottom but you're not a slave to every random guy in the bath house. If a top does something extreme (like try to ram his fist up your ass without asking) and you don't like, you don't have to go along with it. At the same time, don't get all bitchy over minor things like a top slapping your ass or fucking you harder than you're used to. 6: Don't let yourself be put into cuffs or restraints unless you have a friend around to let you out when you want. Being at the mercy of strangers, even with other people around, is never a good idea

I've had a lot of "safe only" guys relax and ditch the condom after I either tell them I am neg, or show them the little paper from the testing clinic. A few guys have come over to get blown, then get horny and want to fuck. When I tell them I wasn't expecting anal and don't have any condoms (and that I have a mild latex allergy, which is true, so we can't use the condom they brought), a lot of guys decide going bareback is better than not getting some ass.

In anonymous scenes, the rule is "Assume everyone is poz unless they say otherwise (and even then, remember they could be lying)". If he didn't bother to ask your status before fucking you bareback, then he has no right to get pissed off.

I am younger bottom with a slim (almost lanky) swimmer's build, and I'm not really fem but I'm not butch either. I like masculine daddy bears who are 100% top. So no, I don't think I'd have sex with myself.

Ass and feet need to be shower fresh or I won't put my mouth near them. I like to stick my tongue up inside a guy's hole when I rim, but only do that if the guy rinsed out really well. I once had a guy shower before I came over, asked me to rim him, but I refused and flat out told him his ass stank. He got a bit pissed and started ranting about how he had spent 30 minutes in the shower, but I just looked at him and said his still stank and I wasn't going to rim a dirty hole, and if he was going to whine about it I would leave. (I guess he didn't know he needed to actually wash his ass, not just let the water run down his crack). He's actually invited me over a few times since then, but it's not gonna happen. I get some guys are into scat or don't mind it, but it is a huge turn off for me. I don't like getting rimmed unless I am shower fresh, and I don't enjoy getting fucked if I haven't rinsed out. Armpits, cock, balls, need to be clean, but don't have to be fresh out of the shower. A bit of sweat and musk can be hot.

If a guy smacked me in the face without discussing it first and getting my permission, I would get very angry. If he smacked me in the face after being told not to, the next thing he'd remember would be waking up in the emergency room.

No you don't "need" to be concerned with making the bottom cum. A lot of bottoms (as has been said), like being viewed as just holes for your cock and don't want to cum themselves. Some of them (like me) will jack themselves off either while servicing you, or after. Many bottoms (again, myself included) don't want a top jacking us off or blowing us. However, there's nothing wrong with asking a bottom if he wants/needs to cum. I like to cum (usually after my top has cum, unless he requests otherwise), and I like it when a top is willing to at least let me rim his ass or suck his dick while I jack off (especially if he's just barebacked my ass; I don't feel I've really bottomed properly unless I give him some ass to mouth, really be a slut for him). There's no set rules for this, just do what you feel like.

Most guys who have fucked me fuck like a jackhammer for a few seconds right before they orgasm, then thrust in balls deep and shoot their load, wait a second then give a few long, slow pumps, letting their dick start to get soft before pulling out. I've had a few guys thrust in balls deep and then basically just collapse on me and lay there for a few minutes, not pull out till their cock is totally limp. A lot of guys kept fucking me while they came, but usually not as intensely as the jackhammer thing right before orgasm. I usually ask the top to fuck the cum into me, so that might be part of the reason so many guys do it this way. One guy fucked me rough and deep (pulled out all but the head and then rammed back in balls deep, fast and repeatedly). When he started to cum he pulled out so my outer ring was wrapped around the head of his cock (he told me to clench my ass around his cock during this, and I happily complied). He didn't really thrust, almost just wiggled his dick side to side while he spurted into me. Never had another top do that, although it did feel pretty good.

Craigslist is mostly flakes and trolls. Stick to Manhunt or A4A, guys there tend to be somewhat less flakey (though not always). Always get a pic before inviting a guy over, and try to get him to either text message or call you. Most flakes won't give out a phone number. Also, don't bother with guys who live more than a few miles away. Usually, if a guy lives more than 15 minutes away, he's either going to show up an hour late, or not show up a all.

I feel anything, no matter how kinky or violent or bizarre, is fine as long as all parties are consenting. Forcing someone into a sexual act (fluid exchange in this case) when they have made it clear they do not want to participate in that act? I view it as rape. You might as well be holding them down and barebacking their ass while they kick and scream. There's no way to justify it or make it okay. Whether they are young, old, single, married, a bath-house slut, or a virgin, doesn't matter. If they decide they don't want to take your cum, then the decision has been made, and you don't have the right to veto it. Either wear an (undamaged) condom or zip up your fly and leave. I've talked "safe only" guys into having bareback sex. I've refused to let guys fuck me unless they rim me first. Maybe pressuring guys into sex they aren't totally comfortable with makes me a bad guy. But they still had a choice, they could have put their clothes back on and walked away. Even when guys lie about their status to get bareback sex (which I also find reprehensible), the other guy still knows there is a risk and makes the choice to proceed. As I posted before, I was drugged and barebacked once, when I only consented to safe sex. You can't imagine how awful it is to be violated like that unless you have the misfortune to experience it firsthand. If someone won't give you the sex you want, find another partner. It is monstrous to force them into a sex act they don't want to participate in, especially when you have the potential to infect them with Hiv. The gay community is always trying to make the world more accepting of sexual freedom and personal choices. Who we marry. Who we love. Who we fuck. How we fuck. How the Hell can we advocate denying others the right to make their own decisions?

My mom was married once before meeting my father, and has always been a bit conservative but I don't believe she was a virgin when she married her first husband. My two half-sisters whored around like crazy as teenagers. The older one settled down when she hit her early 20s, the younger is still a big slut. My full-blood sister pretends to be somewhat prudish, and was all through high school, but she became a major slut in college, and almost got fired from her current job after getting caught fucking her married coworker in his office. My father implied (but never outright stated) he got a blowjob from a guy when he was younger. He did a lot of pot and acid (liked to party), and I know he fucked a LOT of women before he met my mother. He has a ton of porn, videos are all straight but kinky stuff, lots of anal and some bondage and stuff. He has some magazines, mostly straight, though some (Hustler I think?) have some gay content, and I found an all-male magazine (just naked guys, no fucking) hidden inside the cover of a straight magazine once. I asked him about it once, he got flustered and said he bought it for my mom (which I doubt because my mom reads those "romance novels", which are basically porn for women). I also found a video of a woman getting fucked by a dog in the browser history one time after he used my computer (he isn't tech savvy enough to cover his tracks). He's a bit sleazy, but he'd never cheat on my mother. My aunt, who is like 65 and wealthy, substitute teaches part time at her town's high school. I'm not sure of all the details, but she has about a half dozen 17-19 year old boys living at her house (I think they are exchange students). Nobody else in the family thinks that's odd, but I think she's playing sugar momma to a stable of barely legal boys.

I have several scars. -A few small scars on the side and back of my head (accident when I was a child), the scars are faint but since no hair grows there, they are noticeable when i cut my hair short (which is often, as I hate having hair much longer than a buzzcut). -One under my knee from an accident with a firework (a chinese sparkler) as a teenager. -One on the side of my knee on the other leg, (laid down on the floor at my friend's house to watch tv, a piece of glass was hidden in the shag carpet; I stopped wearing shorts after this happened). -Very, very faint scar on my hand from accidentally slamming it in a car door as a kid. -One on my elbow, not sure how I got it, was showering a few years back and noticed my elbow was bleeding pretty bad. When the cut finally healed up, there was a scar (possibly from the wound being ripped back open a few days after it had started to heal). When I see scars on guys, they remind me of blood and intense pain, tends to make my cock go limp.

Looks just shy of average in girth, but you're at least average in length. My roommate (a hot daddy bear) has a small cock (he says he's 5.5" but I think he barely clears 4", and doesn't have much girth), but he's AMAZING in bed. And I've been fucked by guys with 8"+ that had no idea how to fuck. A big dick is nothing compared to a good attitude and technique. If you want to be better in bed, spend time working on technique (and/or working out at the gym, it will make you more confident at the very least) instead of wasting time worrying your penis is too small (cause you can't make it bigger, and a top who lacks confidence isn't very sexy). As for the comments you say you received? I've done a few cam shows, comments are usually positive, but you'll always have a few assholes trying to get their kicks by making you feel bad. I'm 25, most guys think I'm around 21-22. I'm 6'3", go to the gym 3x a week, and weigh about 150lbs (swimmer's build). I look pretty good. One camshow was tagged "Daddy breeds Boy" (my top was a 40 year old daddy bear), a guy joined the chat and made bitchy comments that I wasn't a "boy", that I must be at least 30, was too fat to be on cam, and my "Daddy" was more of a "Grandpa", "Daddy" (who was rock hard at the time) had a limp dick and should take some Viagra, and on and on and on. People online like to act like assholes. You can't let the comments get to you. I don't mean it as an insult at all, so please don't take it that way, but I would reconsider posting vids online if negative comments get under your skin.

I'm not sure about big metro areas like NYC, but I've noticed you get a lot more notice when you are new to an area. I got tons of guys interested in me when I first came up to Cape Cod, but now I get a smaller (but steady) stream of guys looking to hookup. I think everyone has dry spells from time to time, don't worry too much about it.

I've been on BBRT, it's a decent site, especially if you are looking for any heavy kink. It's main drawback is that there's not nearly as many guys using it as other sites. I didn't put it in my list mainly because I haven't been a member very long and haven't really used it much.

This has been my experience with different sites: Manhunt (A-) -Excellent for hookups -A bit pricey for the features you get, and even if you pay you still get a ton of advertisements on your screen (which I find tacky), free accounts are so limited they aren't worth using -Camchat is offered but can be slow and has it's limits, other features are so-so, IM feature is buggy and can freeze up -All types on site (age, race, body type, etc) -Lots and lots of guys on the site Adam4Adam (B-) -Decent for hookups -Free account is excellent, I have never been a paid subscriber -No camchat to my knowledge (they do have cams but I believe they are Pay Per View and not member cams), other features are okay, IM is decent -All types on site (age, race, body type, etc) -Decent number of guys on the site Daddyhunt (C-) -Site is more relationship oriented, though I have still had some hookups off that site (and made a few friends as well) -Free account is okay, paid account is much better, prices aren't bad if you get a long-term subscription, site could use more features though -No camchat, other features are so-so -Majority of guys on site are bears/chubs and most guys are over 40, however there are some guys of all types/ages -Not as many guys as the other sites Craigslist (D) -Mostly flakes and game players, not so great for hookups because of this -Free to use -No camchat, no profiles or chat or any of the usual features of a hookup site -All kinds of guys on the site but mainly nasty old trolls, prostitutes, and out of shape closeted guys wanting a bj while their wife is at work -Not a profile site, so no way of knowing how many guys use it but I would guess a LOT (I posted an ad while visiting family in the middle of nowhere, Oklahoma, and still got replies, so that is probably the one good thing it has going for it) Gay.com (F, though I have not been on it in years so maybe it got better) -Never had a successful hookup off the site -Don't remember cost so can't comment -Not sure about cams or other features -All kinds of guys on site (age, race, body type, etc) -Decent number of guys on the site Outpersonals (D) -Subpar for hookups -Cost is VERY high for what you get -Don't remember cams/etc, but site wasn't too great, features kind of sucked -All kinds of guys on site (ages, race, body types, etc) but tends to be older (50+) and a lot of flakes/game players -Not many guys on site, most profiles are ghosts (old profiles of members that no longer log in) GrindR App for iPhone/Droid/Smart Phones (A) -Decent for hookups, it seems most guys just want to chat though -Free App, haven't tried paid version though it supposedly has better features -No cams, but easy to picture swap and chat, stores your conversations which I find handy (easier to remember who the hell I'm talking to, just scroll up and read what's been said) -All kinds of guys use it (age, race, body type, etc), actually seems to have mostly guys under 45 (guessing older guys aren't into smart phones or something?) -Decent number of guys, seems to have more and more on each day -My two criticisms are how quickly it drains my iPhone's battery, and for some reason guys are shown as offline when they are online (and vice-versa)

All the pills and vacuum pumps that claim to increase size, really only help you achieve firmer erections (if they do anything at all). The size increase gained is minimal (as in, maybe a few millimeters if you are lucky). These are useful for men who have erectile dysfunction, but when marketed as promoting penile growth, they are a scam. The weights and stretching devices don't increase your size, and you risk permanent tissue damage when you use them. The only people who should even consider using them are circumcised men who are trying to restore their foreskin. The penis is not a muscle, so exercising won't work, sorry to tell you. If you very overweight, losing some of the weight might make your penis seem bigger compared to the rest of your body (as will trimming your pubic hair). Hormones won't increase your size, though some might shrink your balls, make you gain weight, and fuck with your body in other unpleasant ways. There are two surgeries I have heard of that increase your size as well as one other method, but they have serious risks. A: You can, as Pig Bottom mentioned, have the ligament that "anchors" your penis to your body severed. This doesn't give you any extra size, it just allows more of your penis to poke out of your body when you get erect. However, your penis will never stand up again (it will sag towards the ground at all times, even when hard), you can be left with ugly scars, and I have heard it can make you less sensitive which makes sex less enjoyable as well as making it harder to cum (if you are a top). B: You can have fat (or possibly other substances) injected into your penis. This can make your penis thicker, but does not add any real length. The effect eventually wears off, and I hear the injections can be quite painful. There are risks of infection and your penis can end up lumpy and misshapen if the doctor does not inject the fat properly. C: You can force a bee or wasp to sting your penis. Your penis will swell (assuming you are allergic enough to trigger this without it killing you). The effect doesn't last as long as the previous two methods, is very painful, and your cock will be so red and fucked up looking that is it unlikely anyone will want to fuck you. My advice: Be happy with what you have. Instead of focusing on making your penis bigger (which won't happen without risky surgery), go to the gym, make the rest of your body more appealing. Learn to skillfully use your mouth and tongue, and work on your technique when it comes to fucking. I'd take a 3" top with a muscular body that knows how to rim and fuck over a 8" top with a flabby body who has no clue what he is doing in the bedroom.

I've met guys who used "raunch" and "kink" interchangeably. So definitely ask what a guy means when he says it. In my experience, "Raunch" or "Pig Play" usually means the guy is into bareback, some S/M, rimming, watersports, bondage, fisting, and other extreme/non-vanilla stuff. I am not into scat, and not everyone who says they are into raunch is seeking scat play. I've licked sweaty bear armpits, drank piss, been paddled/smacked around, had my nipple chewed on until it bled (and then chewed some more), eaten sweaty (but otherwise clean) ass, and one time (just to try it) sucked off an uncut daddy who had let smegma build up under his foreskin. I almost threw up, and that made me 100% sure I would never do it again or try scat. However, he was verbal about it, and cleaning his nasty cock with my mouth was about the most degrading thing I have ever done, and that was hot. The degradation is why I am so willing to take a cock in my mouth after it has been up my ass (though I would never do it if I wasn't super clean, I can see why some bottoms would do it dirty).

Last night I chatted up a guy on Grindr late in the AM (around 2-3). I had been driving around for a while (I do that when I'm bored sometimes, enjoy driving at night), and was too far from my home to head back, and he couldn't host (he lived with some family members). We ended up meeting in the parking lot of a small shopping center. All the stores were closed, nobody was around. Neither of us ever had sex in a public space before (well, I've given head in a Barnes and Noble bathroom before, but never an open area like a parking lot). We thought the front parking lot was too risky so we checked out the loading areas behind the stores (tried to find a dark place that would hopefully be away from any cameras). I gave him a bj in the back of his car, he really wanted to fuck me so I took my clothes off. Just as I was positioning to sit on his cock (I am tall, so fucking in a car is a challenge), we saw headlights. We tried to duck down and wait for them to drive on by, but the familiar colored lights started flashing (no siren 'though). Yep, it was the police. We were both panicking, worried we'd be sent to jail, have our names in the paper, get put on the sex offender registry, God knows what. I scrambled to get my clothes back on, and my companion zipped up (he was still clothed, he had only pulled his pants down a bit) climbed up front and got out of the car slowly, started talking to the cops and bought me a moment to finish getting dressed. (In retrospect, I think the cops knew I was naked and waited a bit before approaching the car, just so I'd have time to put my pants back on). It was two male cops, one seemed squicked out when he realized it was two guys screwing around, but he just ran our IDs and didn't give us any real trouble. The other cop stayed by our car and just chatted with us (not even about what we had been doing; I mean he fucking chatted with us about the job market up here and my recent move from Fort Lauderdale, and other crap like that). I don't know what exactly was said before I got out of the car, but apparently it was just "hey, go somewhere private to fuck, it's late and nobody is around but this is still a public area." After they ran the check on our IDs, they let us go. No lecture, no real interrogation, no talk of jail or courts, not even sure it'll be on our records. I suppose I could get a court summons or something in the mail, but I'm hoping that won't happen. Felt really lucky driving away afterwards; my companion actually said he thought the cop who had chatted with us was gay. Maybe that played into us getting sent off without incident. I know us both being young (I'm mid 20s and he is a few years younger than me) worked to our advantage; the cop who chatted with us apparently mentioned to my friend (before I got out of the car) how he remembered being young and horny and not having a place to fool around, and seemed to view the situation as something funny rather than a serious offense. (My friend says this is a pretty low crime area, so the cop was probably amused to see something other than the usual traffic violations, shoplifting, and drug busts). Anyway, I'm curious if anyone else had fucked around in public and gotten caught (by the police or otherwise)? Did it blow up in your face, or did you get lucky and walk away with just a lecture/warning?

I would say it's probably an even mix. Tops tend to have more confidence and assertiveness, so they are more likely to push for raises/promotions/better jobs and make more money. A lot of bottoms know how to read people and give them what they want, and that can lead to success as well. I was a houseboy for a 100% top who was a multi-millionaire (worked in stocks/Wall Street before retiring); the personality traits that made him a good top also made him rich. I've known a few total bottoms who made a lot of money, most notably a Real Estate agent, really knew how to make a client feel special and give them the best service possible. I don't think it's a matter of top or bottom, I think it's finding a career that plays to your strengths. However, I do feel tops tend to view themselves as providers in a relationship, so they really push to make money, while a lot of bottoms are content to just get by.