What do poppers do for you?

[jimazoid04]

I just got some Poppers for the first time and it was great! My top who met me bought me Jungle Juice Platinum. I have 2 questions: 1. Can they be detected in a drug test? I just started a job that does random drug testing and will not risk losing it over a bottle of poppers! 2. I noticed there are 2 small balls in the bottle. What is that?

Thanks!

[TigerMilner]

I just got some Poppers for the first time and it was great! My top who met me bought me Jungle Juice Platinum. I have 2 questions: 1. Can they be detected in a drug test? I just started a job that does random drug testing and will not risk losing it over a bottle of poppers! 2. I noticed there are 2 small balls in the bottle. What is that?

Thanks!

Poppers will not show up on an employment drug test. Those tests are for specific substances, not just fishing to see what you may be taking or using. You just inhale the fumes, do not consume in any other way. I forgot what the ball (there is usually only one) is for, but it is always there. It is not something to worry about.

[Jakelc]

Used to use liquid gold a lot, helped relax me and helped me take my first double penetration and also helped relax me to take a couple of really big cocks in my ass. Love the euphoric feeling after a sniff.

[Guest Pwrfkme06]

They make me want ever cock in the world

[bearbandit]

I've never come across poppers with anything solid in them (wow, that was a walk around double entendres!) but imagination forces me to believe they're there to make a rattling noise that a blindfolded bottom can pick up on so he has the option whether to take them or not or knows where they are.

I've had to cut back on my poppers use - just as I found a supplier who sells "genuine" amyl nitrite (illegal in the UK) as opposed to the video head cleaner muck or whatever that gets you going for a second or two. Poppers of any description are contraindicated for guys on protease inhibitors, with high blood pressure or using viagra. I'm in all three camps there so when I use poppers, I start from the smallest intake and gradually increase the amount I'm taking, which I reckon to be the sensible approach when you're taking something not-quite-legal.

When I'm topping the entire front of my body seems extra sensitive - I love the feeling of my balls slapping against him and if he's leaking cum, or even just lube, so much the better. When I'm bottoming, I just want more, in industrial quantities. Really brings out the pig in me (not that it takes that much encouragement). Inhibitions go: I just want to pig out. The only time I've successfully taken a fist I was poppered right up (a skill I'd like to learn without poppers). Generally speaking when poppered up I want it all and now.

[curiouspuppy429]

The first time I tried them a guy I was supposed to suck brought them and said they would help me learn to deep throat. I had never done any drugs but was a bit drunk and busy with his dick in my mouth so when he held my head down with one hand and the bottle to my nose with the other until his dick went into my throat. It completely turned off my gag reflex but also made me black out when he held them there too long. He fucked me bare while I was blacked out. said it opened my ass too

[NLbear]

When I buy poppers the liquid I see has no "balls" in them. When I store them in the fridge I do see some sort of balls forming in the liquid after a certain time. Don't know what that means. Maybe someone can explain?

[Guest TravelGuy4Bareback]

They turn me into a slut...put them under my nose and make me inhale...then I will let you do whatever you want to my ass.

[jimazoid04]

Poppers will not show up on an employment drug test. Those tests are for specific substances, not just fishing to see what you may be taking or using. You just inhale the fumes, do not consume in any other way. I forgot what the ball (there is usually only one) is for, but it is always there. It is not something to worry about.

Great! Thanks for the Info! I had fun jerking to them makes me shoot harder so...

[SkorpeoRaw]

They give me a hangover headache, almost instantly. Doesn't even take a direct inhale, if I'm with someone using them, my head starts pounding.

[VersatileBreeder]

The first time I ever did poppers bottoming for a hung thick top, I remember it had a very strong effect on me. Got slightly lightheaded, face felt flushed, whole upper body got a warm sensation, heart beat increased, slight euphoric feeling. It left me with a bad hangover-like headache, which is why it was years before I tried them again.

Now, I love poppers. I can sniff them like crazy when I bottom and if they are fresh poppers and I give a good sniff, they will have the effect I mentioned above. Turns me into a total slut. Only if I really go overboard with sniffing them or if they are an old bottle will I get the headache nowadays. I find that fresh poppers have the best effect and they usually keep good like that for 1-2 weeks.

When I top, it's a bit different. I get that same euphoric feeling, but for about 30 seconds or so, I feel like it intensifies the stimulating sensation in my cock. There is, however, one thing with doing them when I top. I could only usually do 1 or 2 hits, 3 at the max. Any more than that, they make me lose my hard-on, no matter how aroused and horny I am. That's why when I sniff a lot while bottoming, my dick is usually useless afterward.

[silvbblovr]

After 3 to 4 beers poppers let me be totally uninvited top or tops can do any to me rim fuck that why i want to parTy and play.

[Titus]

Poppers saved my sex life. Maybe even my life - period. Who knows? I never used to use them, having been taught how to relax and take a cock from when I first started.

Then I got raped.

I spent the next year desperately wanting to enjoy sex as I always had up until that point, but my body simply refused to cooperate. No matter how horny I was, no matter how relaxed I thought I was, no matter how much lube was applied; my asshole would always clamp shut whenever someone would try to penetrate me. Throughout that period, my attempts to get fucked almost always ended in frustrated failure for me and my unfortunate partners. At some point they would give up, and often apologize for not being able to give me the fucking I wanted. I, of course, would tell them that it wasn't their fault... that it was my body that was making it impossible... and that I was the one who should be apologizing for having wasted their time and not gotten them off as planned. I would always offer them my mouth, inner thighs, hands, or whatever as a consolation prize, but those always felt like poor substitutes for my uncooperative ass. For many, the mood was already dead at that point anyway.

A determined few did ultimately manage to force their way into my ass during that period, but the pain was excruciating. I did my best to endure the pain for as long as I could bear it, but would often (against all my bottomly instincts) have to beg them to stop before they could finish. Sometimes we wouldn't even reach that point. If he happened to pull a bit too far back on the backstroke and his cock popped out of my ass, it would close up even tighter than before. When that happened, I don't think anyone ever made it back in a second time.

Those few "successes", where guys did manage to penetrate me were counterproductive in the long run. Although I got at least some fulfillment from finally being able to feel a man inside me once again, my body was being re-traumatized each time. Because despite those instances being consensual, my asshole was not giving itself up willingly. It was only happening through "force", which only made my ass even more stubborn the next time.

Needless to say, this was a horrible time in my life. I didn't actually feel like I was traumatized by the rape. I just wanted to move on, but my body wouldn't let me. I felt like a failure, sexually. I took on more guilt and shame with each unsuccessful encounter. I felt like an unintentional cock tease. I had become worthless as a bottom, and I feared that I may never enjoy sex again. All of this disappointment, guilt, shame, and anxiety began to affect me outside of sex too, and I became deeply depressed. I had struggled with depression before, but previously, I had found promiscuous sex to be an excellent coping mechanism. Now, due to the circumstances, it was only making me feel worse.

I had been offered poppers on countless occasions, but had always declined. I don't drink, nor had I ever experimented with other substances. I didn't mind my that my tops often used poppers throughout our sessions, but I had no interest in using them myself. At that time I was unaware of their muscle relaxing properties, and had assumed they were only used to achieve a quick high. Guys would just shrug whenever I'd decline their offers to take a whiff, and because I had always successfully taken cock prior to my rape, no one ever felt it necessary to explain their full benefits or urge me to reconsider.

I went to my local bathhouse one weekday afternoon. I got myself settled in, and once I opened my door to receive visitors, it wasn't too long before a man appeared at the threshold and asked if he could come in. I still remember him almost as if he were a mystical being who was sent there to save me. He was a man in his mid-fifties, bald, bearded, with a daddy bear build, although with very little body hair except for his pubes. I was immediately attracted to him, but beyond that, there was just something about him that put me at ease. I don't usually notice these things, but there was such kindness and gentleness in his eyes and his smile. We enjoyed a brief flirtatious chat before he guided my head down to his beautiful 7.5" cut cock. As I sucked, he grabbed his bottle of poppers and took a few whiffs. As always, I declined. He tried playing with my hole while I continued sucking his cock, and he remarked how tight it was. I confessed that it was often too tight to get fucked, but he was unfazed by that. He asked if I still wanted to try, and I unreservedly said yes. He suggested some rimming to help my relax, and had me lay down on my stomach while his tongue made its way to my ass.

After a blissful 10-15 minutes on the receiving end of his tongue, he reached for my bottle of lube and applied it liberally over my hole. He then grabbed a condom and rolled it over his shaft. He applied more lube on the outside of the condom, and then he pressed his cock against my asshole. Nothing. It was clamped shut. We tried again and again, but my ass was unyielding. I assured him that on my stomach was the best position for me to relax, but when it became clear that it wasn't going to work, we cycled through a series of other positions. He kept offering me poppers throughout, but I told him that I don't use them. Thankfully, he remained patient with me. He finally decided to get rid of the condom, revealing that he preferred to use them because he had a wife at home, but in this instance he decided that it probably wasn't doing us any favours. He lubed-up his bare cock, and resumed trying to enter me. Still nothing.

I was on my back, legs resting on his shoulders when he offered me poppers once again. I shook my head 'no'. He then gazed down at me with those gentle eyes, and when our eyes met, and he tenderly intoned, "trust me". I was still nervous as hell about breaking this personal taboo of mine, but in that moment I decided that I would trust him. I don't even think I felt as much trepidation the first time I had sex with a man. Hand shaking, I reached out and took the bottle from him. I unscrewed the cap, and lifted the bottle toward my nostril. I took one last look at his radiant face for reassurance. I inhaled. Then again, more deeply. Then once more in the other nostril. Whooosh!! My heart began to race. My face felt hot, followed by a similar feeling in my chest and arms. My head began to swim. "Oh my God! What's happening? I don't like this," I thought to myself. I glanced back up at him, and as if reading my mind, he said, "You're ok. Just relax." I threw my head back and stared up at the ceiling waiting for the dizziness to pass. I looked back at my gentle daddy bear. He had a most satisfied smile on his face. It took me another few seconds to realize why. "OH MY GOD!! Is it actually possible that I'm feeling what I think I'm feeling? Is that his cock already fully sheathed inside my ass?" I became aware of his balls just below my asshole. "Yep, those are his balls, alright." In my popper-induced haze, he managed to slide his entire thick, 7.5-inch shaft inside my previously impenetrable ass without me even noticing. My head was now beginning to clear, and I smiled up at him, "You're in." He nodded proudly.

We locked eyes as he gently massaged my pussy with his cock. As he did, a year's worth of frustration and despair vanished, and tears of relief and joy began to stream down my cheeks. I had not revealed any details of the past year to him. He had no idea what I had been through, but I could tell that he understood immediately that we were in the middle of what was a profound experience for me. This was a fuck of healing.

He continued to rock back and forth inside my ass. I went for the poppers again, this time, not to help me relax - my ass was holding up just fine - but just to experience that rush for a second time. Now knowing what to expect, I was able to enjoy it without becoming alarmed by the new and unfamiliar sensations. I blissed-out as he began to pick up the pace of his strokes. My sphincter relaxed to the point where he was able to completely withdraw and slide back in without any resistance - something I hadn't experienced in over a year. He went even faster until he finally thrust into me and held still, his cock pulsing deep inside me - the first load of semen to be deposited there since my rapist's. I reached down for my cock, and within a few strokes I unleashed a stream of cum all across my chest and onto the wall of the room.

My daddy bare stranger and I helped clean each other up. We embraced, and I thanked him for his patience, and for the wonderful fuck he had given me. Although I had not told him why the fuck had been so meaningful to me, he must have known on some level that it was deeply important, and yet he was thanking me, and insisting that the pleasure had been all his.

As I left the bath that day, I stopped at the front desk and bought my first bottle of poppers. As soon as I got home, I got out my dildos and porn and tested to see if it had all been a fluke. Sure enough, I discovered that my ass was a lot more accommodating with the assistance of poppers. Within a day or two I was back at the bathhouse taking cock after cock without any problem. I quickly made up for lost time, visiting the bathhouse 4-5 times a week for the next month. My depression disappeared, and my sex life had been saved.

[BabyBobby]

Ever since I first tried poppers they continue to do the same thing to me, allow me to take bigger cocks/dildos and get me in trouble.

[breedpig62]

Makes sex hotter. When I do them, I become a nasty slut and want more sex. Nothing better and a room full of horned up studs on poppers fucking continuously.