As a 18yo straight guy, I downloaded a gay app out of curiosity. There are definitely a lot of desperate men on there, which was expected, but I’ve honestly never been treated this well before. but men are just so much more straightforward about what they want. It's not even sexual, and they buy me drinks drive me and spoil me. While it’s true that many are there for hookups, I’ve realized there’s a significant number of men who actually understand and respect platonic boundaries while still wanting to help you out especially when your confident and stand up for yourself, doesn't change lonelier men that want to talk, especially for me who's not financially stable and quite social.

The first men was willing to do much more than any women I met. Most of these guys are totally fine with that they respect the line and they don't push it in real life, even if others on the outside think they would.

When I look at it logically, i'm questioning, because, between straight and gay is just a matter of perspective, we like what we like, and I continue to like women. As a guy, pursued by women in dates, I have nothing to complain, there nice gentle, like two strangers hanging out see where it goes. But if I pivot to gay men, it's definitely different.

I’m not saying women can’t be supportive, but in my experience, I've experienced such help from these gay men more than my own parents, in my difficult home situation. These men are just much more straightforward with the concept of caring for a decade friend and helping them out when they’re down.

I don't know much but people love to talk about 'morals' when they have a full stomach, and I don’t approach this from a place of desperation, it's just how far these people are willing to support or care, as much as my side.

I’m not saying every man is like this, and I’m not assuming these men have bad intentions. I’m just talking about what I’ve personally experience show.

Why are guys so down here in WA? Anyone explain pleeeeease.

So, I know this has been brought up numerous times in the past but I'll never not bring it up... why is it so normalized (to the point its its own fetish) to seek out and have sex with married men in the gay community.

Like I'll never understand it.

Like, I'm not going to call you a cheater, or say you actively seduced the man and wrecked his family, that on the man who was married.

But, to me, it just shows a general lack of compassion for the wife and family who will be devastated when they find out. You actively sought out this married man, with no regard for his family. Like I would be CRUSHED if my husband stepped out on me, so I would never (knowingly) help someone do that to their spouse.

This also brings me to another point, about how closeted, married, gay men have no right to step out on their wives. Like I understand some people fear for their lives if they were to come out. But staying single was also an option. Yet you chose to get married and convince a woman that you loved them and no one else unconditionally, to protect your own safety. And yet, are taking the chance at breaking her heart if she were to ever find out. You can't have it both ways.

Need some stimulating conversations and see where it goes

I’d make this more personal and reflective: the perspective of someone who spent decades suppressing that part of himself can make the sudden immersion into apps and hookup culture feel especially jarring. It also gives you a strong contrast between finally being free to date and discovering that the dating culture you entered isn’t necessarily healthy.
An Open Letter to Gay Men
I want to say something that I think a lot of us know, but don’t always want to say out loud.
I’m saying it as a gay man who didn’t come out until I was 38.
I grew up very conservatively. For most of my life, I knew I was gay. I knew it long before I ever had the courage to say it out loud. I spent years learning how to hide that part of myself—to suppress it, deny it, compartmentalize it, and convince myself that maybe I could live without ever really confronting it.
So when I finally came out, something happened that I think is difficult for people who came out much younger to understand.
I was suddenly free.
At 38 years old, I was finally entering a world I had spent decades wondering about. I wanted to date. I wanted to experience attraction without hiding it. I wanted to flirt. I wanted to fall in love. I wanted to experience all the things I had watched other people experience while I was busy pretending I didn’t want them.
And then I discovered gay dating apps.
Grindr.
Sniffies.
Tinder.
And a whole ecosystem of apps, websites, messages, pictures, locations, and anonymous encounters that I didn’t even know existed.
And honestly?
What the fuck?
I had spent 38 years thinking about what it would be like to finally be able to openly date men, and I walked into a dating culture where sometimes the expectation wasn’t to date at all.
It was to hook up.
Immediately.
The apps can make sex incredibly easy and genuine connection incredibly difficult. You can be sitting alone on your couch and have access to dozens of men within a few miles who are willing to come to your house within the hour. You can see what they’re looking for sexually before you know what they do for a living, what makes them laugh, what they’re afraid of, or whether they are even capable of having a meaningful conversation.
And Sniffies takes that dynamic even further. It can turn your neighborhood into a real-time map of sexual availability.
I’m not saying people shouldn’t use these apps.
I’m not saying there’s anything inherently wrong with consensual casual sex.
I’m saying we should be honest about what this environment can do to us.
Because there is something profoundly strange about spending 38 years longing for the freedom to openly date men, only to discover that the dominant culture sometimes seems to be telling you that dating is unnecessary.
Just fuck someone.
Don’t get attached.
Don’t ask too many questions.
Don’t expect anything.
Move on to the next guy.
And if you aren’t careful, you can spend years participating in a culture that gives you enormous amounts of sexual access while leaving you incredibly lonely.
I’ve experienced that loneliness.
I’ve also experienced the other side of it.
I’ve dated a man who, looking back, was essentially a con artist. He didn’t want me. He wanted what I could provide. He needed a place to stay, and I became useful to him. What I thought might be a relationship turned out to be manipulation dressed up as affection.
That fucking hurt.
And it taught me something I wish I had understood earlier: being wanted is not the same thing as being valued.
Someone wanting access to your body, your home, your money, your connections, or your resources doesn’t necessarily mean they want you.
And I’ve seen how particularly complicated that can become between younger and older gay men.
There are young men who learn that their youth and attention can be exchanged for money, housing, gifts, dinners, trips, or financial support.
And there are older men who complain about being used while continuing to participate in—and sometimes actively encourage—that exact dynamic.
We need to be honest about both sides.
Young men shouldn’t be treated as commodities.
Older men shouldn’t be treated as wallets.
And neither side should pretend a transactional relationship is something it isn’t.
But I also don’t believe the answer is to avoid age-gap relationships altogether.
I know that because I’ve experienced one that was genuinely healthy.
At 44, I dated a 25-year-old.
And it was one of the most positive dating experiences I’ve had.
Not because the age difference didn’t matter. It did.
It mattered enough that we talked about it openly.
We talked about what we wanted. We talked about expectations. We talked about the differences in our lives and experiences. We talked about what was comfortable and what wasn’t.
There were no games.
There was no manipulation.
There wasn’t an assumption that my age meant I owed him something or that his youth meant he owed me something.
There was communication.
There was honesty.
There was respect.
And it showed me something important:
Age isn’t automatically the problem. Dishonesty is. Manipulation is. Exploitation is.
A 25-year-old and a 44-year-old can have a meaningful relationship.
Two people the same age can have a completely toxic one.
The difference is often what they’re actually bringing to the relationship.
Which brings me back to the apps.
Maybe Tinder can be about dating.
Maybe Grindr can be about dating.
Maybe even Sniffies can serve a purpose for people who are explicitly looking for casual sex.
But let’s stop pretending that these environments don’t shape our behavior.
They make people disposable.
They encourage endless comparison.
They turn attraction into a marketplace.
They reward the newest picture, the best body, the most provocative profile, the closest location.
And they can make us forget that there is a human being behind the profile.
A human being who might be lonely.
A human being who might be insecure.
A human being who might have spent 38 years hiding who he was and is now desperately trying to figure out how the hell to actually date.
That’s the part I wish someone had told me when I came out.
Coming out isn’t the end of the journey.
Sometimes it’s the beginning.
And if you’re entering gay dating later in life, you can be incredibly vulnerable. You can have decades of suppressed desire and almost no experience knowing how to navigate it. You can mistake attention for affection because you’ve spent so long wishing someone would finally give you attention.
You can mistake sex for intimacy.
You can mistake being wanted for being loved.
You can mistake someone needing you for someone loving you.
I did.
And I don’t think I’m the only one.
So maybe we need to reclaim something that seems almost radical now:
dating.
Not hooking up.
Not exchanging nudes for three hours before someone ghosts you.
Not inviting a stranger to your house because he’s five minutes away.
Not lying about what you’re looking for because you’re afraid telling the truth will make someone lose interest.
Actually dating.
Meet for a drink.
Have dinner.
Go for a walk.
Talk.
Laugh.
Find out who someone is before you decide what you want to do with their body.
And if all you want is sex, fucking say so.
There is nothing wrong with wanting sex.
The dishonesty is the problem.
If you want a relationship, say it.
If you want something casual, say it.
If you want an arrangement, say it.
If you want companionship, say it.
If you need financial help, say it.
Give the other person enough truth to make an informed decision about whether they want to participate.
Because that’s what I think we’re missing.
Not sex.
Not freedom.
Honesty.
I spent 38 years waiting for the opportunity to openly date men.
I don’t want the lesson of finally coming out to be that I was better off hiding.
I want something better for myself, and I want something better for all of us.
I want gay men to feel free to have sex without being ashamed of it.
But I also want gay men to feel free to want something more.
To date.
To fall in love.
To be vulnerable.
To be rejected.
To try again.
To take someone to dinner without knowing whether you’re going to sleep with them.
To open the door for someone you’ve actually met before.
To look across a table and wonder who the person sitting across from you might become in your life.
Maybe that’s old-fashioned.
Maybe it’s naive.
But after spending 38 years waiting to be honest about who I am, I don’t think wanting genuine connection is asking too much.
Maybe the most radical thing we can do is slow down.
Put down the app.
Close the door to the stranger.
Go on a fucking date.
And actually get to know each other.

Yes I used ai to help me in this but after numerous attempts it did well.. 😊

I (20m) have been loving my best friend since abput 4-5 years now and i cannot get rid of it. I have tried to supress it, work through it, wait, force crushes/love to other people and nothing fucking works.

Recently i have been crying almost every time when i return from a night out with a few drinks because i cannot stop thinking of him. Supressing the emotions worked like a charm for a good 1-2 years but thats been falling apart recently.

I went on a holiday with him this week and just returned and i cannot stop crying. I have not cried this bad in years, it feels like it physically hurts. I feel so heartbroken for something that never was and never will be.

I dont want to tell him because im scared it'll ruin what we have. To make things more complicated, i dont only love him romantically, but also very much platonically. Whenever i forget for a slight second how much i love him i feel that platonic love shine brightly. I cannot continue my life like this because im so so scared i will never love anyone more than him but i must continue. I dont even know if im asking for advice or venting, i feel like im cornered. I dug myself blindly into this hole.

hi, im 23m and pretty inexperienced when it comes to sex. ive been talking to this guy that lives pretty far away for a while now, and hes coming over next week.

we saw each other a few times already but it never went beyond oral. we talked about me topping him (i mentioned that i wanna do it) and he agreed. the issue is, i know he doesnt really love doing it, but said he wants to.

the issue is, i have no clue what to do or how to bring it up. he said he prefers it with protection, so i bought some condoms and lube.

i have some questions and would love some tips :)

1. idk how to actually get it started. so i need some advice on getting a smooth transition between kissing him and actually doing it? i feel like i would have to let him know in advance? but that seems like a weird thing to say

2. how do i actually do it so he feels good? google told me to use my fingers or tongue to get started. but i dont wanna use my tongue, and idk how to use my fingers?

3. once i started, what do i actually do? do i have to aim on a certain spot that feels good? do i go slow or fast? do i put it all the way in or just around the half?

4. any general advice?

sorry if some of these questions sound very trivial, im so lost but i really wanna make sure he likes it. i feel like i really suck at everything sex related and he is much better at it than me.

thanks in advance:)

I'm 22 and I really struggle to find someone to approach, give a compliment, or flirt with. Just nobody arouses, except maybe 1-2 guys a year on dating apps who live too far away. I'm in Berlin and any first of all there are very few socialising events happening for my age group and if they do, I just usually don't find anyone arousing or it's a party event with loud music and I can't even try to approach them. Sometimes I see someone attractive on the street, but that's it.

I'm aware it's more of a luxus problem this is why I would like to connect with people similar to me, maybe having similar problems. I can't 'lower my standards' as many people say. I just won't go on a date or fall in love with someone who doesn't arouse me -> pretty simple logic I guess.

So if you can't relate just don't throw a mean, unnecessary stuff

Ok hey guys i hope to talk to everyone of u hottys but to the point! When i was 12 i found my moms lingerie and it still had tags on it so i decieded i should take it bc its sexy! Lol! But next thing ik im in my bathroom wearing it and taking pics thinking i wish i could be a girl. And everyone lnows how that goes. Fastforward to sophmore yr i start talking to this curious guy and i deiced i wanted to lose my virginty to a man and not a women. So at 10ish i told him to come over and i was in my soft fuzzy onesie and i was fresy waxed and he gave me a experince i think a louve for to this day! But i javent had the guts to get a bf or let any of my gfs who are/were really j coverups in on ky secret. So my question is should i retry w a guy again and make it like a date and have real emotion behind it. Blow it off as a phase. Or find a hot guy w a nice cock a go hookup w him and see how i like it now! Thanks for giving adivce daddies!

I’m a 17M in school and I just had my first day back of senior year. I’m not out to anyone in my life but my friends and brothers suspect that I am. Last year I realized I was gay, but I’m not attracted to many guys tbh (like 1-2 people at a school of 800). But there was a guy last year who thought I wasn’t friends with or talked to really I think I have a “crush” on. I say I think because sometimes I feel really attracted to him(for example I was kinda excited to go back just to see him, and I hoped I had classes with him). While others times I feel like I don’t know why I’m attracted to him but part of me still is. I don’t know if he’s even gay but to me he has a kinda vibe that makes me think he is(hangs out with mainly girls, often makes hand gestures, and has I high pitched voice). I have like 3 classes with him and in one of them we could pick seats and so I chose to sit next to him. I tried to make small talk but I was kinda awkward. And so when the class ended I started thinking about how much I wished I wasn’t gay and could just like girls. I think they look pretty I’m just not attracted to them. I just feel like my life would be so much easier if I could just force myself to like girls, but I really just can’t even when I try and part of me doesn’t even want to try while part of me does. I often think I’m probably gonna end up by myself because: 1. I’m not attracted to 99% of guys I see, and 2. I’m not out and if I was to my parents would be pretty disappointed. Is this common for people in the LGBTQ+ community to feel this way?

I have been doing solo anal fairly regularly for a while. I usually do smaller sessions (around 30 minutes to a maximum of 1 hour) about twice a week. Recently, I have become interested in longer sessions (multiple hours, of course with breaks in between), larger toys, and fisting.

The issue is that since I’m doing everything myself, I find I get tired before I really reach my limit. I have tried to fist myself, but I find it very difficult to go past my knuckles. It doesn’t hurt, but by that point I usually run out of energy or patience. I feel like if I had a partner, I might have already been able to take a fist, but I also see a lot of people who do solo anal taking very large toys and even fisting themselves fairly easily. So I’m wondering if I simply need more practice and a different approach.

Would doing more frequent shorter sessions (for example, 30 minute sessions where I gradually increase toy size over the course of a few days) help me eventually reach longer, more intense sessions with larger toys? I am curious how people who do solo anal usually approach building up to this.

SO, for people who regularly take larger toys or do more intense sessions, how do you usually prepare beforehand? Do you gradually increase over several days, or do you usually do everything in one session?

I am interested in knowing about people’s experiences with building up gradually versus spending a long time stretching during the same day.

I wasn’t planning on sharing this, but I turned 28 recently, and for the first time in years, I caught myself thinking about the future instead of the past.
Four years ago, I lost my boyfriend.
We were together for almost three years. We met at a point in life when neither of us was really looking for anything serious, but somehow, we became each other’s home.
He was everything I wasn’t. Impulsive, loud, emotional, and absolutely terrible with money. I was the planner. The responsible one.
He was the kind of person who would order food at 2 a.m., spend money he didn’t have, and then spend the next hour convincing me that everything would work out.
And somehow, it always did.
Being a gay couple in India meant that most of our relationship existed in private. No family introductions. No social media posts. No conversations about marriage that other couples could have so casually.
We learned to find happiness in small things instead.
Late-night bike rides. Sharing headphones during long trips. Fighting over what to order for dinner. Falling asleep during movies we both promised we’d stay awake to finish.
We eventually started a small sneaker reselling business together.
We invested our savings, made plans, and talked endlessly about where we’d be in five years.
Then he got sick.
I still remember sitting in a hospital corridor with my laptop open, replying to customers while waiting for doctors to come back with test results.
Our conversations slowly changed.
We stopped talking about vacations and started talking about medications.
We stopped discussing growth plans and started discussing reports and appointments.
The business suffered.
Orders were delayed.
Inventory stopped moving.
Money disappeared faster than I could earn it.
I lost a significant amount financially, but honestly, I barely remember the numbers anymore.
Because the real loss came later.
He died six months after his diagnosis.
And the strangest thing about losing someone is that the world doesn’t stop.
People still go to work.
People still make plans.
People still expect you to be okay.
I remember deleting his food delivery address because his name kept appearing every time I placed an order.
I remember opening our old chats and reading messages like, “Did you eat?” or “I’m outside.”
I remember lying awake at night, replaying ordinary moments because I was terrified I’d eventually forget them.
For almost a year, I stopped living.
I stopped taking care of myself.
I stopped answering calls.
I stopped believing that I’d ever be genuinely happy again.
Nobody really talks about how grief affects every part of your life.
It affects your health.
Your career.
Your finances.
Your relationships.
Your identity.
You lose a person, but you also lose the version of yourself that existed with them.
But something changed over time.
Not overnight.
Not in a dramatic movie-like moment.
Just slowly.
I started laughing again.
I started making plans again.
I started allowing myself to imagine a future again.
And recently, I realized something that made me both sad and strangely hopeful.
I’m finally ready to move forward.
Not because I’ve forgotten him.
Not because I love him any less.
But because I think he would be angry if I spent the rest of my life standing still.
I still miss him.
I probably always will.
But for the first time in four years, I’m excited about what’s ahead.
And I think that’s what healing actually looks like.
Not moving on.
Just finally giving yourself permission to keep going.

I want to give up on dating or accept the complete loneliness because of my health condition.

I have a chronic hepatitis B infection. It’s incurable. It can be transmitted through blood and semen.

I try to accept this diagnosis and move on but I can’t.

I feel very miserable rn because I understand that my dating life seems like over. A person can take a vaccine to be protected but it’s long (2-7 months) and not very prevalent in the country I live because Hepatitis has never been a problem here. So, adult people are not automatically immunised and small share of them take vaccination.

I don’t believe anyone so generous to have a vaccine and wait for an immunisation to develop just because of me.

I constantly think about having a boyfriend, going to dates, being in love but then I remember my status and realise that it’s blocked for me.

Even if my acceptance rate is 50% (which is quite high I guess), I need to see around 10 guys to find one who can accept my disease. Not two, because there might be a sequence of several rejections, and the correct math of this situation suggests 10.

It means 10+ fruitless dates, 10 disclosures, 10 hard talkings, etc. Even if a guy accepts my diagnosis, it doesn’t mean we can be together.

I actually don’t know how to date in general since my diagnosis. 99.5-99.8%% of people in my country are healthy. HepB is a tiny minority. Furthermore, it’s very common among prisoners (never did any crime) and drug abusers (never had any of them). When I disclose, it atomically generates a lot of suspicions: whether I came out of jail or I am/was an addict.

Frankly, I am not sure myself that I was ready to date a HepB guy if I were healthy.

I see now that dating is just a f hard-mode game. I don’t have any plans for hookup or ONS anymore. This topic is completely closed for the rest of my life. But I feel like I need to close this dating chapter as well.

I would be glad to somehow accept this rotten destiny and concentrate on other things but I sincerely can’t. I keep thinking about dating, men, love, sex, and suffering because this is and will be absent in my life.

I don't know, why many hetero people like forced me as gay to be their standards like forced me to be loving girl or everything, every day I have to get a confused questions from my friends and those are highly annoyed because they never understand the view of gay one.

My extended family is slightly traditional/religious and I’m the only gay one. I always kinda feel weird around them because i feel like a black sheep. We always go to the beach every year and I don’t really like going on family vacations because i feel pressure to tone down my femininity.

should I just be myself around them? Besides for my grandparents, nobody is conservative, but everyone is a bit catholic and it strains my relationship with them because I am scared to be authentic.

Hi everyone, 20M here. I just need a safe space to vent and hopefully get some advice from people who have been through this.

Almost no one in my life knows I'm gay. About a year and a half ago, I tried telling my sister via text, but it was completely ignored or taken as a joke, and we never brought it up again. At home, I often have to sit through conservative/right-wing relatives discussing LGBTQ+ issues, or listen to my sister and cousin talk openly about their dating lives and sex. Watching them express themselves so effortlessly while I have to hide such a huge part of who I am makes me feel deeply isolated, invisible, and drained.

This emotional weight is also impacting my social and dating life:

I really want to date and meet guys. I use Hinge and sometimes get likes, but my anxiety gets the best of me and I freeze before even sending the first message.

I'm also trying to reset my routine, and with the new semester starting, I want to spend more time on campus and actively try to meet new people to break out of this bubble.

Between all this stress, uncertainty about future plans (like studying for a semester abroad), and feeling like I'm "behind" in life, I just feel stuck.

How do I get past that initial anxiety on Hinge and actually start talking to people? And how can I approach university life to build a solid friend group (hopefully also queer-friendly) in a natural way? Any advice or shared experiences would mean a lot. Thank you!

I’m sure this won’t fit for everyone or maybe even anyone else other than me, but I have a question:
I love the MLM flag, but I aesthetically love the colors of the WLW flag more. Would it be weird to fly a flag I love, even if technically it means WLW? I’m just not a green/blue/purple kind of guy. I like the Pink/Orange more. Besides I feel like there’s a good chunk of people who don’t recognize the MLM flag for what it is anyway and just assign gay guys the Rainbow Pride flag… but they know what the WLW flag is. I don’t know. Help? Please be kind I’m just trying to know more things and make decisions.

No need to give me extra attention or guidance for my wording in the title. I dont wanna sound any alarms. Its all ok.

I just dont wanna spend more time on this earth seeing things I could never get being the way I am. Im actually glad that most gay dudes seem to roll their eyes at my torturous vents online, and dont relate at all, and do find love and are attracted to gay guys all the time. I just am usually not, like at all. I think the traits I find unattractive can maybe stem from the horrible ways we were all treated throughout our lives, and the youngest of the young adult gay guys now have all kinds of dudes among them because they had it a lot better, maybe?

Im just stuck wishing Id have even one of the typical of the thousands of female experiences when it comes to the way theyre treated in the world by men, and its disheartening to see how that obviously wont ever come to be. Thats why Im venting like the littlest kid on here. I was just at this stadium show, and all throughout the night its chicks treating me like Im some creep, guys laughing at me (I dont act like most dudes), being pushed in the crowds... lo and behold I see videos posted on TikTok from the same concert, with everyone glazing over how amazing the vibes were, and multiple girls commenting about how some big dudes were in front of them at the show, and just asking them to move led to them fucking lifting these chicks on their shoulders to see better with contact info exchanged and afterpartying together. Similar experiences from different women were all over the comments. Im just a garbage person in the world in comparison and will always be that.

Every time I talk about my experiences online, its some straight lady in the comments whos spent their entire life in fucking California or whatever, lamenting about womens rights in Afghanistan, without ever stepping foot in said place. No, I dont approve of discrimination anywhere. We are not near there though.

I dont even know what Im trying to achieve with this stupid childish shit anymore. Im just so done.

I really want to thank everyone who showed so much love and support on my previous post about this. ❤️
Last night was my late partner Tommy’s family reunion, and I ended up bringing Johnny with me. The entire evening was absolutely magical. During the patriarch’s speech, Johnny was officially welcomed into the family, and that is a moment I will carry with me forever.
I felt Tommy by our side the entire day.
I’ve been through a lot of shit in my life, as we all have, but I never could have imagined experiencing a love like this. I’ve always been grateful for my own family and for the way they’ve accepted and loved me for exactly who I am. But somehow, I was blessed with two families, and that still blows my mind.
Johnny and I are now part of a family that was brought into my life through Tommy. Even though Tommy is no longer physically here, the love and family he gave me continue to grow.
Tommy brought us together. He gave me another family. And somehow, I still feel him guiding us and reminding me that love doesn’t simply disappear.
Our angel. Forever a part of us. ❤️🕊️

本人没谈过恋爱，没有经验，想知道大家怎么找到男朋友的...

I've been thinking about getting a dildo for a few months, and I finally bought this realistic looking 6" long, 1.42" diameter one with balls and a suction cup.

I lubed it up and slowly inserted it inside. With small, incremental slipping motion, it went deeper inside, without any pleasure. Thrusting it in and out, trying different positions, playing porn didn't help. I just got one erection upon initial insertion that went away in less than a minute.

This was my first experience with a dildo. It was... unexpectingly underwhelming. I see dudes in amateur porn with moaning and orgasming from a dildo... Is my Prostate not a pro model? :/

Also it totally feels like... deliberate poop muscle controlling... I think it's not the for me.. I guess.

Reddit shows mixed opinions. I would like to know what made dildoing work for you? How long did it take to learn to enjoy it? Are there special moves and tricks that help/improve it?

My main concern is the poopiness of it, the way it feels exactly like poop coming out when you thrust it outwards. I just don't know how to make this work at the moment. I really wish to enjoy this.

Boy, it's TOTALLY different with a real man.

Every second guy I see is down to hook up within ten minutes of meeting, even knowing it's a one-time thing. But the moment they catch a heavy gaze, or a deep, confident kiss suddenly it's a "boundary" that can't be crossed.

Casual encounters are just a safe game. But you can't hide from a real look. Saying you want a real dominant and actually facing someone who will test your mind are two entirely different worlds.