Gay bottom stories
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1. Lube
The arse does not produce its own lubrication.
This means that lube is really, really important for any anal play. First, to interrupt damage to the internal lining of your arse. Second, to make bottoming (and topping!) more pleasurable. And third, to support protect it from infections.
Remember to use water or silicon-based lubes, as oil-based lubes can damage condoms.
2. You
The second principle is YOU. This is the one that covers off all the mental and emotional aspects such as making sure you sense safe, making sure there is consent, that you feel comfortable, that you know your own bottoming limits and desires.
Remember, sex is best for everyone if all the people involved are motivated by trying to maximise everyone’s pleasure safely. You can’t be a good partner and you can’t encounter pleasure for yourself if you’re stressed or uncomfortable (bottom or not!).
3. R
Dad died when I was six. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him. I’m sure he wanted to do Mom. They packed us off to an evil Hasidic summer camp where everyone made fun of us because we didn’t know their crazy prayers. My brother was four. We would secretly meet in the woods, hug each other and blubbering . We couldn’t comprehend why our father died and our mother sent us to this terrible place. I learned to hate all religion and still do.
Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. She liked sex but decided that all men had to pay for it. The butcher brought steaks; the florist, flowers; the bagel man left fresh hot steaming bagels by our door every morning for months. Leon, the ice cream man left ice cream. My younger brother and I were rapidly dispatched to fetch the stuff into the house, so they couldn’t spot Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. They all tried to get inside. Some did. When Mom met the bloke who brought it all, she married him.
We lived in Borough Park, in Brooklyn. Until I ran away, I thought everyone in the world was either Jewish or Italian. I was intimidated by all the dark, Brooklyn-rough I
Perry Jackson( Queer Sex Educator & Erotic Explorer )
Queer Sex Maestro, Kink Connoisseur & Erotic Wordsmith crafting sultry, secure escapades into non-vanilla terrains!
Wondering what is gay bottoming? Adequately, don’t worry – we have all been there and know that sex, any type of sex, can look daunting to a beginner. Sure, you can rip off your clothes – or even just your pants – and dive into bed with the first available companion, but do you really want your first sexual trial to be characterized by amateur gripping and fumbling? Who knows, it just might set the tone for sex for the relax of your animation.
Superstition aside, you really don’t wish to start off your sexual journey on such a note (and without knowing what is gay bottoming). Once you start to associate sex with unpleasantness, you may have a challenging time getting rid of that trauma. Trust us; we are speaking from experience here. As such, you should take steps to make sure your first time absolutely blows your thought.
Even if you have had the misfortune of a mediocre first-hand exposure, it’s never too late to remedy it. In this article, we’re going to focus o
I kneeled at the edge of my bed, on all fours, feeling totally exposed, completely naked in anticipation.
As I heard the door open, I slipped my phone under my pillow and pulled the blindfold down over my eyes.
I heard the door shut, then the sound of him taking off his shoes. My cock immediately stiffened.
I heard him walk down the hall towards my bedroom. “Mmmmm,” he said, walking in.
I felt his hand start to caress my bare ass, which just made my cock throb and rebound. His belt clanged as he undid his pants. They fell to the floor.
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I felt his shaft rub up against my hole as he spread my cheeks. I heard him grab the lube and squirt it. His slippery fingers rubbed my hole.
He pushed his cock head up against my hole and began fucking me. After no more than two minutes, his groaning turned into one loud grunt and I could feel him explode inside me. He held inside, tediously working his way in and out until he pulled all the way out.
I remained kneeling as he got dressed. I heard him
Dad died when I was six. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him. I’m sure he wanted to do Mom. They packed us off to an evil Hasidic summer camp where everyone made fun of us because we didn’t know their crazy prayers. My brother was four. We would secretly meet in the woods, hug each other and blubbering . We couldn’t comprehend why our father died and our mother sent us to this terrible place. I learned to hate all religion and still do.
Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. She liked sex but decided that all men had to pay for it. The butcher brought steaks; the florist, flowers; the bagel man left fresh hot steaming bagels by our door every morning for months. Leon, the ice cream man left ice cream. My younger brother and I were rapidly dispatched to fetch the stuff into the house, so they couldn’t spot Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. They all tried to get inside. Some did. When Mom met the bloke who brought it all, she married him.
We lived in Borough Park, in Brooklyn. Until I ran away, I thought everyone in the world was either Jewish or Italian. I was intimidated by all the dark, Brooklyn-rough I
Perry Jackson( Queer Sex Educator & Erotic Explorer )
Queer Sex Maestro, Kink Connoisseur & Erotic Wordsmith crafting sultry, secure escapades into non-vanilla terrains!
Wondering what is gay bottoming? Adequately, don’t worry – we have all been there and know that sex, any type of sex, can look daunting to a beginner. Sure, you can rip off your clothes – or even just your pants – and dive into bed with the first available companion, but do you really want your first sexual trial to be characterized by amateur gripping and fumbling? Who knows, it just might set the tone for sex for the relax of your animation.
Superstition aside, you really don’t wish to start off your sexual journey on such a note (and without knowing what is gay bottoming). Once you start to associate sex with unpleasantness, you may have a challenging time getting rid of that trauma. Trust us; we are speaking from experience here. As such, you should take steps to make sure your first time absolutely blows your thought.
Even if you have had the misfortune of a mediocre first-hand exposure, it’s never too late to remedy it. In this article, we’re going to focus o
I kneeled at the edge of my bed, on all fours, feeling totally exposed, completely naked in anticipation.
As I heard the door open, I slipped my phone under my pillow and pulled the blindfold down over my eyes.
I heard the door shut, then the sound of him taking off his shoes. My cock immediately stiffened.
I heard him walk down the hall towards my bedroom. “Mmmmm,” he said, walking in.
I felt his hand start to caress my bare ass, which just made my cock throb and rebound. His belt clanged as he undid his pants. They fell to the floor.
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I felt his shaft rub up against my hole as he spread my cheeks. I heard him grab the lube and squirt it. His slippery fingers rubbed my hole.
He pushed his cock head up against my hole and began fucking me. After no more than two minutes, his groaning turned into one loud grunt and I could feel him explode inside me. He held inside, tediously working his way in and out until he pulled all the way out.
I remained kneeling as he got dressed. I heard him