Did you transform your partner into a barebacker, too?

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Long-term partners have a big influence on one another. How have you influenced your partner’s sex life and sexual interests?

I have always been pretty outgoing sexually, and my very first experience was completely bareback despite it being in the late 80s. My very first fuck, I bred the guy in my college dorm room. From there I discovered a passion for anonymous sex, bathhouses, and cruising. I love the allure of cruising, and sex with a variety of men. It’s just who I am. 

My partner was in his mid-20s when we met. 5’10”, dark hair, green eyes, tans easily, and has an athletically sculpted body. He has a fine layer of dark hair that covers his pecs and descends into a treasure trail. He was beautiful and captivating. While he had A LOT of sexual energy, he was sexually reserved, preferring oral sex, frottage and body contact. He actively avoided anal sex, as either a top or bottom. I knew he had dated quite a few guys in the years before we met, and had avoided anything anal with all of them — despite what sounded like some very skilled efforts to help him bottom for the first time. His mind was set against it.

As we continued to date, I developed deeper insights into how he ticked. We opened our relationship up after about 10 months, and began playing together in 3- and 4-ways. Given his looks and body, it was very easy to pickup tricks. Again I saw several guys determined to fuck him, and every one of them failed. Finally I started catching on to how he thinks, how he responded to others, and what some of his latent fantasies were about. We were too emotionally connected and both lean toward Type A and controlling for him to give up control with me; I accepted I was not going to be the first person to top him. But I started to figure out what “type” could do it. I watched how he responded to different tricks we shared, and I started seeing a pattern. He would become quite submissive to muscle bears, especially those older than him. The younger guys, and the trim athletic guys, couldn’t manage him psychologically, but an intelligent muscle bear could. I also knew he needed to have a connection with the guy — he needed to be social with a trick, wined and dined, or at least hung out and possibly danced together before he would give it up. 

So I started putting us in situations where we were being social with muscle bears when traveling or out with some friends. Finally, we landed the right guy who guided my partner into his first experience as a bottom. It was magical for him. He sat on this guy’s magnificent cock, and rode it, all the while moaning and gasping, totally blown away by the intensity of the experience. He made sure there were condoms involved, but they didn’t slow him down. He finally discovered what I had believed since the night I met him — he was a bottom. And not just a bottom, but he was going to be a power bottom.

I’ve encouraged my partner’s sexual exploration over the years — it has been nearly 20 years now (that blows my mind, too!). He started from reserved, anxious and oral-only. After we opened up our relationship and he discovered the power of bottoming, he couldn’t get enough. He tripled the number of men he’d had sex with in his lifetime (yes, he had an accurate head count when I met him) within the first 2 years. It was after about 3 years that we started playing separately on occasion, and would tell one another about our encounters. These were the days before PrEP was available — you could only get it through one of the few drug trials in major cities (and we didn’t live near any clinical trial sites). So he was always certain to have condoms around. We were on vacation the first time he was bred. Up until then, he always wanted condoms used and loads shot across his face or chest — it was a turn on for him. But a very savvy trick had other plans, fucking him raw and pumped a load into him. My partner was shocked and expressed a lot of negativity about it happening later. But his journey wasn’t over.....

On our next vacation, I came back to our cottage just as he was finishing with a trick. The guy and I passed one another in the kitchen, meeting briefly and exchanging some quick pleasantries. Guys never know what to do when the boyfriend shows up LOL. I noted the bottle of lube and damp towel on the bed, but didn’t see any condoms or open wrappers. I checked around and nothing was in the trash. I noticed the same scene after the next two tricks that week. Our last full day of the trip, his original trick followed us back from the bars, and they’re fucking that night confirmed it for me — my boyfriend was actively barebacking. 

I encouraged him to keep exploring. Very often, when we had a third that was about to fuck him, the trick would ask me if he could go in bare. I always said yes.  My partner was always silent, just waiting with an eager hole for what was coming next. Finally I got him to agree to try a bathhouse, and he was blown away by the experience. He was barebacking nearly full-time now, and needing less connection with the guys before playing. The bathhouse scene was another tipping point for him; he started taking anon cock from guys that cruised him in the hallways or sauna. He said he didn’t want to get fucked raw in the bathhouses because of the STD risks, but late one night in a Montreal sex club I found him getting pounded bareback by two guys in a room with the door open. 

The last few years have seen him gangbanged at parties, and begging for a hot load from random guys on vacation. On our last trip, just before the COVID lockdowns, we were in Key West and stayed at Island House. We’d met some great guys who were also staying there, or down the street at the Equator. I went out for a run one afternoon, and when I returned I showered and decided to do a naked spin around the upstairs, ducking into the playroom. I found my partner bent over the fuckbench in middle of the video room, being used as the afternoon cumdump by some of the guys we’d met at dinner the night before. 

Its funny to remember the reserved, anxious guy I met years ago, and to reflect on his journey to becoming a bottom, then a barebacker, and now a cumdump. Our friends openly joke about his whorishness, and most have seen him in action at play parties (many of them having had their own encounters with him at one time or another). There’s a part of him that is still shy about speaking about it, but that shy side has kept him humble. He’s still incredibly sexy, and has no trouble landing tricks when he’s in the mood — which is usually just when we’re traveling nowadays. I get a tingle when I see him being escorted away by a muscle bear from a party or event. Seeing him get tagged is as exciting to me today as it was the first time I saw a raw cock sliding into his tight hole. 

Have any of you helped your partners in their transformation to being a whore?