How Did Your Fetish Come About?

[Guest SBBOY]

So I was horny the other day and started searching for some porn to jack off to...

 

I googled 'amateur gay sling fuck' and got some good results. Watched a few videos, shot my load... job done!

 

Afterwards I started thinking about how I really get turned on by being in a sling/watching guys getting fucked in a sling etc... What is it about slings and why do they turns me on so much?

 

Then I remembered that when I was about 19/20yrs, I visited San Francisco and hooked up with a hot older leather muscle daddy who had a full playroom.

 

He fucked me for hours in his sling. It was one of the hottest fucks I've ever had. I believe that was the first time I had ever been in a sling too. I'm starting to think that that is the foundation of the fetish.

 

Does anyone have a similar experience? Anything happened in the past that has influenced a fetish?

 

 

 

 

 

[Guest SBBOY]

Another example just popped into my head...

 

I remember seeing a documentary or something similar on TV a few years back. One guy said he liked his balls being played with quite rough/punched and so on. For him it stemmed from him being a young teenager (child) on a bus. He knocked into the guy (an adult) sat next to him by mistake, think he said sorry. But the guy still got angry and grabbed his junk, squeezed his nuts and said something like "Don't fucking knock into me again or you'll be sorry" 

 

Since then he's always wanted his balls played with and abused. A similar kind of thing. 

Edited February 17, 2016 by SBBOY

[denVERScub]

Used to play with a childhood friend about 3-4 times a month during regular sleep overs. What started as truth or dare slowly turned into me waiting for him to fall asleep and jerking/sucking and eventually even fucking/getting fucked by him. we both knew he was really awake, but somehow it gave us permission to do these naughty things without the guilt I found when I tried them with other boys/men.  This lasted for much of our youth together and I am pretty sure that by the end of our friendship we were more in it for the late night sex sessions than our mutual appeal to one another.

I even found that other young friends of mine were fine with "sleeping through it" when they discovered my hand or mouth on their cocks. This included  my hot karate-champ, triathlon running younger cousin and a taller, buff, horse hung roommate at camp. The first summer at camp with him, I jerked him off twice and sucked him once, second summer I was jerking or sucking him almost nightly and he and another guy there got me "drunk" off of some cheap wine and a couple sleeping pills and fingered me and took turns fucking me while the other would hold down my arms and chest and muffle my slurred moans for 10 minutes or so, each of them shooting on my hole or inside me.

His friend from that night happened to end up at my college years later and even though I was all top and totally in the closet, he would text me to meet him in the showers really late at night and I'd suck him off there and feed him my cum or he'd call me on nights his roommate was going home for the weekend and we'd drink cheap wine and I'd end up "pinned" by him (I am a good 4-5 inches taller and outweigh him by 30 lbs on his best day) while he would fuck my ass all night long, sometimes even all weekend. We always used condoms at first, but he'd only have one or two, and once they were used he would fight the urge until he was too horny and I would tell him no as long as I could, but I usually left with at least one or two loads inside me.

We were able to make this relationship function all because of a mystery photo he supposedly had from the night at camp, showing me drunk, smirking, licking his cock. After he moved into my dorm, just one floor down and a couple rooms down a different wing, we ran into each other in the lobby and I panicked a little when I realized where I knew him from. He showed no signs of outing me at first so we slowly became friends and I took his advice about stuff on campus since I was new. It took a late night AOL instant messenger session for him to claim possession of the nasty pic of me, and I was so freaked out that of course I agreed to meeting in the bathroom in the basement to talk about it. I begged to see it/destroy it, he told me he'd keep it to himself if I'd give him head. Furious, but scarred, I did give him head, and let him reciprocate. After a few more sessions and the first full night of fucking in his dorm room, I had a sneaking suspicion that this photo didn't exist, especially since he would have had to have had his digital camera on him in the room back at camp, since this took place before cell phones were common, or included cameras. Somehow it turned me on even more knowing he wanted me so bad he felt he had to force me to do it.  I was so tight at the time that I had a hard time enjoying the sex, so it became more about trading my body for his promise to keep my secret. 

 

These days the idea of being drugged or drugging someone and taking part in a sexual encounter with them makes me so hard I can hardly keep from cumming, and the scenarios that surround blackmail, forced sessions, public restroom/shower play and playing on the dl are all serious triggers for me to go wild. I recently began searching for the guy from college to see if I can make contact and pretend to be worried that he still has the photo and remind him that I will do ANYTHING to keep it from coming out. Now that I have learned to enjoy bottoming we might even get a real photo or two with him cumming up inside my drugged, slutty ass to ensure it continues to be an option

[EmoSlut]

My family created all kinds of perverse fetishes in me with their religion. My folks forbid me from masturbating or watching porn. Being gay was a grave grave sin. You get the idea. They didn't want me to go to hell (or disobey them), so they'd scare me and punish me, even for things I hadn't done. In response I tried to be perfect beyond reproach and it created the problem they tried to avoid in the first place.

One example, my family didn't want me to get molested, so they used to frighten me and tell me I'd get raped. They'd tell me about boys that went to the bathroom alone and how sinful men grabbed them and performed wicked acts with them, ruining their innocence, corrupting their soul, how it could happen to anyone, even me. Well in response I refused to go into public bathrooms until I was in high school. I never got molested, but, now I have a fetish for public sex in bathrooms, rape, and older men...

I find myself wondering if something like that would even have entered into my mind so young without their influence.

Edited February 25, 2016 by EmoSlut

[HotAssinPA]

One of my fetishes is muscle worship. That's because the first time I got fucked, it was by a man who had the biggest, hardest muscles I'd ever seen or felt up to that time. And he was making me say how big and strong he was. And that his muscles were turning me on. And that there was nothing I could do to get away from his grip. And then he grabbed my throat with one hand, and lifted me up to almost the ceiling of the bedroom. And I was so turned on by that! Then he through me onto the bed. And while he was standing there, he grabbed my legs, and dragged me across the bed towards him, opened up my legs, wrapped my legs around his hips, and lifted up my waist, and he put his cock inside me. But it took a while for him to get every inch inside me. The pressure, and the feeling of how tight his cock felt inside me as he was pushing his cock further and further inside my ass, made me afraid that his cock really was going to rip my asshole apart. Then he got in balls deep, and began thrusting harder and harder, to where I could feel and hear his balls rapidly slapping against my ass. He was pounding me like crazy! Then he blew his load deep inside my ass. He kept his cock inside me for a while. Then when he pulled out, there was a popping sound from the pressure of his cock being inside me. And I was in pain! And there was some blood. But I liked it! And I wanted more! And he gladly gave me several more times that day. I was a twink back then, and about 125lbs. And I would go and visit him a lot for more! And, since that time, I've mostly dated bodybuilders, or at the least men with big bulging biceps.

Edited February 27, 2016 by HotAssinPA

[Guest bbbearlover1]

My interest in Daddy/son came from reading stories from Handjobs magazine.  My cousin's boyfriend (at that time) had an anthology of their stories, knew that I loved reading gay porn fiction, and let me borrow that book.  Every story was Daddy/son, Uncle/nephew, Coach/athlete, plus some wonderful illustrations.  I was sold.  I made my way to Lambda Rising (the former DC gay bookstore), and bought that current edition, plus whatever anthologies they had on sale.  I did often change the Daddy/Uncle/Coach into Black men, and envisioned the story from an interracial lens.  That was also the time when I finally started to embrace my dominance (from a sexual perspective).  I haven't looked back, and remain grateful to my cousin's ex.

[Guest iJoey]

My BBC fetish more than likely came from my families racism. My dad and uncle's have always spoken ill of the black man. It made my curiosity grow and then to know a few girls date black men. They spoke of their large cocks and so on. So, one fateful day, while at school. I had the chance to suck the cock of younger black guy. Moreover, he showed his dominance over a few year old white sub and placed his hand on my shoulder. I went to my knees easily. 

 

today, I devour every bit of interracial bareback porn I can find. 

[kinkyslaveboy]

i agree with most here. I thing fetishes are creaed at a young age by taboo things. I was raised conservative. Raped by an uncle early on. Now I love kinky nasty sex and rape play. 

[tallslenderguy]

Fascinating topic. 

 

fetish: "a form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body"

 

Not sure who gets to qualify what "abnormal degree" is, but my fetish is definitely my ass hole. I discovered it as a pretty young kid, probably around the age of 9 or 10. There was a kid on the street where I lived who I kind of had a crush on. One day when we were at his house he showed me an enema nozzle and told me his mom would put it up his ass. I don't think any abuse was happening to him, but I do think he sexualized it, I think he was sexualizing it with me. The idea was planted though and I started putting things in my ass after that and discovered I liked it. 

As a kid, I didn't do much ass play that I recall, but once I hit puberty and discovered masturbation, it definitely was a big part of it. My early experimentation was more focused on depositing something inside myself, so I experimented with enema and even used a bicycle pump to pump air into myself lol.  

As an older teen and young adult, i got more into the actual penetration, so larger things found their way in there because I was fantasizing about getting fucked (I was really repressed and didn't have sex with a guy till i was 27).  I was working as a maintenance person and one of the tools in my tool shed had a large, smooth metal handle with a ball on the end, that found it's way in several times. 

As an adult, i've evolved into being more into other guys interest in my hole. I have toys, but don't get much out of pleasuring myself. I get really turned on by guys who have a fetish of other guys holes (mine lol). And the "fetish" (obsession) that another guy has for asshole is a big part of it for me, almost as much as the actual act of penetration. Nowadays I get really turned on by a guy who is creatively obsessed with how he can play in my hole.  And I wonder if that goes full circle to how as a kid I learned about my hole from another kid who may have had a asshole fetish?

[KindaBasic]

I'm not sure whether it counts as a fetish or not, but as kid a older boy had me suck him a few times in his old basement. Ever since I find myself aroused by that musty old cellar smell and it really gets me off whenever I've had a chance to play in a basement of any kind.

[Guest btchbyl]

my friends used to like sticking their dicks in my ass and fucking it without returning the favor. they were rough too and didnt wear rubbers or pull out when they shot their loads. it was all about them getting off in my ass. now i get off on being used with no emotion. i get off when they dont care if i want a load up my ass they just shoot it up there. i had some guys tell me they were going to knock me up and i wouldnt know who the babys sperm donor is because im a nasty whore and they would just pull up their pants after they jizzed in my butt and leave and i would never see these guys again and didnt know their names.

[HotSeed]

When I was a kid, i used to fool around with my friends and when I made their cocks hard, they would all stick up straight.  The first time I got my little ass fucked, I was 13 and the guy who fucked me was in his forties. He was real hairy and when i made his cock hard, to my surprise it curved sharply to his left. I still remember how good it felt to run my fingers through his hairy chest and belly. When his big curved cock penetrated my ass hole I remember that after the initial pain, I had never felt anything as good as his curved cock filling my bottom and felt even better when he thrusted it in me when he was fucking me. He fucked me for what seemed like a very long time and it made me cum. I was in heaven and when he finally stopped thrusting, I heard him grunt as he shot his cum inside me.  I've been a hungry bottom every since he fucked me and I have had a real fetish for guys with curved cocks because of him.

[Roughfuckboi]

One of my fetishes started because my bf at the time wanted me to be more girly. So he got me a skirt and some sexy undies. As soon as I slipped them on, I was in love. Plus the skirt is fun to use when I'm freeballing

[Guest]

Of all my twisted fetishes, poz sex is probably the most intense. I get off on talking nasty, gripping a poz man's body tightly and kissing him deeply while fucking and spewing my tainted seed in his guts or taking his toxic seed deep inside my ass.

 

It's been this way since the early 1980s, when lots of guys at the baths showed signs of early or full-blown AIDS. I remember seeing a guy lying on the mattress in the orgy area of a bathhouse in Long Beach in 1983. He was hot, lean and had a few small purple spots (KS lesions) on his upper chest. He obviously had AIDS and knew it, as did most everyone who saw him.

 

Even though his fate was sealed - perhaps BECAUSE it was sealed - he wasn't home curled up in a fetal position feeling sorry for himself. He was fucking ALIVE and enjoying himself pigging out at the baths with one cock pumping his ass and another in his mouth! Guys circled the scene stroking their hard cocks and lined up to use him as hungry cunt to fuck and breed. He offered himself to all comers, taking every cock and cum load he could get, including a couple from me.

 

The sheer joy on his face - and utter lack of fear, shame or regret - hit me like a sledgehammer. I knew instantly that I was exactly like him, and I determined to live and fuck true to my nature as a sex animal with no apologies, fear or regrets. When HIV testing became available a couple of years later, I learned for a fact that I was poz too.

 

AIDS hysteria was in full force then, and poz guys were shamed and shunned by nearly all of society - especially other gay men. But the stigma only made poz seed hotter to me, and I developed an intense psychological bond with other poz men. We refused to give in to haters, give up pleasure for condoms, and deny our natural instincts as sexual beings. Instead, we reveled in our "outlaw" status - as gay men have done throughout history - and continued to fuck, make love and form intense connections with other poz men for a night or for life.

 

For me, it meant proclaiming my status with a biohaz tattoo on my chest (easily visible to potential hook-ups at the baths) and seeking sex with other poz men who share my fetish. It also means taking care of myself, keeping fit and healthy, and taking care of my poz brothers so that we can enjoy life and sex for many years to come. To this day, I am a proud - and horny - poz pig.

[PissPigBrooklyn]

My piss fetish started at the beginning of adolescence when a bunch of us exploring through a game of strip poker decided to up the stakes by adding the dare of a loser consuming the winners' urine. One of the guys caught on to the fact that I liked losing and we continued to play the "game" for a couple years longer. I put the fetish away for a bit until post college when a friend of mine spoke of a very similar experience. We tried it again but unfortunately despite our mutual enjoyment our fuck friendship ended for reasons completely unrelated to sex. It was however shortly later the bar The Toilet opened in New York with tubs and if I recall trough urinals. My partner at the time had very different feelings about water sports and I had to sneak off to indulge my lust. By the time the Mine Shaft oepend he had come around and I was free to pursue my fetish freely. (I did sort of miss the snealing around however.)