bum de bum bum
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jawnbcSo I was sitting in Burger King today, scarfing down a Whopper,
Suffice to say I see no overt link between a cheesburger and hot man2man sex. Except that I fantasize about a 3 hour session followed by pizza in bed.
But I digress.
I love my hole. I do. I take good care of it, keep it nice and tidy, and try to make sure it's "massaged" at lease twice a week. Props to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
querrelle for help in this regard. How selfless of him.
A long time ago I was one of the Uptight ones. No one got near my rear with anything bigger than their tongue. No fingers, certainly no cocks. On the queer continuum, being butt boy trumped being sockcucker--at least to me. Apparently there are a number of str8 guys who'll take it up the bum but who'd never suck cock. Cause that's gay. Eh? So I rooted my way through many, many men. I enjoyed poking other guys, and I suspect they enjoyed my poking them. Gawd knows I endeavoured to break the cycle of Oirish fooking (Oirish foreplay: aw jaysus tanks alot, dat woz fookin grand!), and make it last more than 30 seconds. Being a hunky sockcucking top made me very popular.
Then I fell in love with another man. D'oh! And it stood to reason that, if I couldn't be expected to go without pumping hole on a regular basis, how could I expect my boyfriends to do without? So equipped with a copy of Anal pleasure and health, I started training my hole to survive getting fucked. The book helped. Poppers really helped. Eventually I worked myself up to a small vibrator (15". KIDDING!), and began to look for someone to "practice" with.
Found him. For some reason I had to do it au naturel: no condom, in NY in 1987. Not too bright, eh. He wasn't keen, though we were both HIV negative. But he acquiesced, and we got down to it. Or he got down on it. And it was very uncomfortable...until he came. Then that wee bit of extra lube hit some sort of switch, leaving me to utter the immortal words "don't even think about pulling that out of me yet." It was like the lightbulb above my head flicked on, burned bright and slid up my bum. Magique.
So the 64000$ question is:
Is the hole more than the sum of its parts?
Suffice to say I see no overt link between a cheesburger and hot man2man sex. Except that I fantasize about a 3 hour session followed by pizza in bed.
But I digress.
I love my hole. I do. I take good care of it, keep it nice and tidy, and try to make sure it's "massaged" at lease twice a week. Props to
querrelle for help in this regard. How selfless of him.A long time ago I was one of the Uptight ones. No one got near my rear with anything bigger than their tongue. No fingers, certainly no cocks. On the queer continuum, being butt boy trumped being sockcucker--at least to me. Apparently there are a number of str8 guys who'll take it up the bum but who'd never suck cock. Cause that's gay. Eh? So I rooted my way through many, many men. I enjoyed poking other guys, and I suspect they enjoyed my poking them. Gawd knows I endeavoured to break the cycle of Oirish fooking (Oirish foreplay: aw jaysus tanks alot, dat woz fookin grand!), and make it last more than 30 seconds. Being a hunky sockcucking top made me very popular.
Then I fell in love with another man. D'oh! And it stood to reason that, if I couldn't be expected to go without pumping hole on a regular basis, how could I expect my boyfriends to do without? So equipped with a copy of Anal pleasure and health, I started training my hole to survive getting fucked. The book helped. Poppers really helped. Eventually I worked myself up to a small vibrator (15". KIDDING!), and began to look for someone to "practice" with.
Found him. For some reason I had to do it au naturel: no condom, in NY in 1987. Not too bright, eh. He wasn't keen, though we were both HIV negative. But he acquiesced, and we got down to it. Or he got down on it. And it was very uncomfortable...until he came. Then that wee bit of extra lube hit some sort of switch, leaving me to utter the immortal words "don't even think about pulling that out of me yet." It was like the lightbulb above my head flicked on, burned bright and slid up my bum. Magique.
So the 64000$ question is:
Is the hole more than the sum of its parts?
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Date: 2003-07-23 12:23 am (UTC)Oh you go directly to heaven with that comment!
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