Devon Hunter

Hi Devon,

Regards,
Vince

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Hi Vince,

For your first anal session to go well, you should first look at the process for preparing to be the receptive partner. I wrote an entry about this that you can read by clicking here. That will take care of the internal hygiene, but here are what I consider to be the three important ingredients once you’ve prepped: 1) patience/sensitivity, 2) lube, 3) condoms.

I don’t want to scare you, and I hope you will see the humor in this, but I once saw a bumper sticker that said, “It only hurts the first 19 times.” Anal sex is INTENSE. I don’t suggest you both trying to be penetrated the same day. If you both want to experiment with being fucked, I suggest doing it on separate days. I say this, because whoever is getting penetrated is going to need a lot of time. You will need your boyfriend to go extraordinarily slow. Seriously: Every centimeter will feel like a foot at first. Even with relaxation, love, curiosity, and lust goading you on, you will need several minutes just to get him inside you (and then you’ll probably want him to be completely still for a while as you relax more deeply). To ease this process, he should first very thoroughly eat your ass for an extended amount of time, then gently and gradually finger fuck you with one finger and then two (keep the fingernails clipped short and with smooth edges, so the nails don’t tear your delicates!). Once you have relaxed a bit you can graduate up to getting the tip of his cock in; however, his prick is going to feel 10 times fatter than his fingers, so go slow!

Second, you can never have enough lube when you’re beginning. Well, yes, you can, but it won’t seem like it at first. As you get more experienced you will do more with less; however, at first you will want to keep your boyfriend freshly slicked up (and given how slowly he’ll be pushing into you, it’s okay to expect him to freshen the lube a little with each little nudge deeper inside you). It will be intense, but if you can you need to let him move inside you a little to maintain his erection. If he sits too still for too long with your bear trap clamping down on him in a death grip, he will probably deflate and all this will be for naught.

Lastly, you should use condoms. I know you’ve been with him for a while, but one of the most common ways of getting HIV is from “monogamous partners.” If you reject this emotionally or intellectually, or if your spirit is somehow reviled at the thought of not trusting your boyfriend, then consider this alternative, which will keep his dick naked and free to move about without restriction: Female condoms are pushed inside you by your partner’s penis, then stay in place as he moves in and out of you. It won’t look very cute with the opening of the condom hanging out of your booty, but it provides protection while not sheathing your boyfriend’s cock in a standard male condom (which may kill his erection if he’s never felt the type of squeezing condoms tend to apply at the base of the penis).

So, set aside at least a few hours of play time, get a brand new bottle of lube, keep the protection handy, and have a good time!

Regards,
Devon

I have been asked a few times about this, and I have avoided talking about it, not because I’m squeamish, but because I wanted to treat it with some delicacy (much as I would want my insertive partner to treat my delicate little hoo-haw with some delicacy as well). I am writing this for a few practical reasons:

1. I want clients new to the experience of being the receptive partner to arrive at our rendez-vous properly and thoroughly prepared
2. I may offer something that is safer or more comfortable than what others may already be doing
3. I may be doing something improperly, and I want readers to offer a better method, if necessary

Before I begin, I would also point readers to the following article:

http://manhuntdaily.com/2009/05/dr-queerlove-bottoming-101/

Although I feel that article (and the accompanying discussion) says basically everything that can be said, the particular questions I receive have to do with prepping for the long haul on set while filming a video. Everything in that Manhunt article sounds good to me, but in a nut-shell, this is what I do when I know I am going to be the receptive partner over the course of a long period of time (as quoted from my recent response on the post about “Fresh off the Vine”):

“… I begin fasting the night before. If a scene is set for noon on Saturday, then I finish eating whatever I am having by 10 pm on Friday, and it is probably something very lean, clean, and manageable (i.e. I had sushimi [sushi without rice] every meal while shooting for Falcon 2 weeks ago). I prep in the morning from about 10 am – 11:15 am (which includes time for a shower and skin care), arrive on set around 11:45 am, and I don’t eat until the scene is finished. I don’t know whether or not everyone is equally fastidious (or if they even have to be – I know my body, not anyone else’s). Each person has a different metabolism. But that is what I do (and although it may sound morbid, my years of being anorexic have taught me how to get through the hunger pangs).”

To clarify a few points:

• There are some days it’s just not going to happen, and you will experience the law of diminishing returns. Repeatedly flushing the bowel, on some days, will not yield much clearer water but will aggravate the bowel more and more with each attempt. You have to decide if the clarity of the water is “good enough,” or if you are simply going to forgo penetration that day. If you start cramping, regardless of the clarity of the water coming out of you, you have done far too much and need to stop and reconsider if today is the day for intercourse.
• It is a VERY BAD idea to use full dosages of enemas over the long haul, and NEVER more than once in a 24-hour period. If you want/need to use a premixed enema, I suggest the Fleet pre-mixed, disposable enema in a 4.5-ounce bottle. It contains Sodium Phosphate. HOWEVER: It is best to not over-do the prep work, or you will be at greater risk for injury or infection from inflaming the bowel and disrupting the flora of the intestines. If you use an enema, use 1/3 of the bottle that I just described (or you could pour all the enema mix out, and refill the bottle with luke warm tap water – the residue from the enema will still work, but will be much less aggressive).
• You want to do as much as possible in as few steps and in as little time as possible, so as to avoid inflammation.
• If you decide to use a water stream, rather than an anal bowl douche, DO NOT PUT THE HOSE FROM THE SHOWER INSIDE YOURSELF. Even with the water on low it will be propelled through the plumbing of your bathroom into your body at a pressure that can rupture your insides. If you want a continuous stream experience, be certain to use a product that collects water in a reservoir of some type and then trickles the water through a hose and inside your bowel. DO NOT USE DIRECT JET STREAMS OF WATER.

Okay, funny moment yesterday…

I was bored in Atlanta and surfing, so I decided to see who all was cruising on ManHunt. Anyway, this hot, 40-something muscle dude start chatting me up. I was definitely feelin’ it. Excellent strong, natural body. Thickness everywhere: Hefty and meaty, but still toned and lean. Just a touch of silver in the hair. Pretty eyes. I was like, “Let’s do this.”

So, an-y-way! (Yes, you have to go through the fabulous gay process of breaking that word down into three syllables sometimes.) After all the frolicking had been taken care of, what had happened wuz…

“Your pictures are amazing. One of the reasons I wanted to meet you was to see if you were real.”

“Real? What do you mean?”

“Well the photos are obviously professional, and normally that means the person you’re chatting with has stolen the pics or that he’s a RentBoy.”

“Oh? Really?”

“Yeah. But it’s definitely you, and you’re definitely real.”

“Mhm. I’m definitely real.”

“Okay, see you around.”

“Buh-bye.” 

OMG!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I got my ass called OUT! LOL He never bothered asking me if I actually WAS a RentBoy, so I never brought it up. But how funny? HAHAHAHAHA

Quick question: Would I have ceased to be “real” if I had admitted to being a RentBoy? By not admitting the truth he took me for “real,” so how is it possible that honesty would have made less “real” than dishonesty by omission? What does it mean, do you think, to be “real” in this instance?

This may at first come across as a vulgar and gratuitously sexual entry; however, if you will bear with me, I will tell you why I have chosen to write it…

Yesterday I was drowning in one of my pools of emotion. I have climbed out of it much quicker than I normally do when I am mired in whatever mud my rivers churn up within me. I am not apologizing, because my emotions are part of who I am.

I spoke for an hour with my friend Jen, and we realized that I’m getting better at reining in my stallions, but that I need to focus on matching the level of my response to that which is appropriate. That isn’t to say that I am wrong to unleash the cavalry, but that I need to be more careful about when and to what degree I rattle the sabers. Almost a year ago Allen taught me to avoid scorched earth, and now I’m realizing the value of a gradated scale of alert at the airport.

Be that as it may, I then went into the normal tailspin of shame afterward for not having better control over myself; however, this time I did something special to make me feel better. I have commented on the types of touch I perceive, and after a bad day, I realized that I needed some sexual healing. (continues below video)

I went to Matt’s house almost too drained to even want to go, despite the fact that if there were ever someone I have met who should be in porn but isn’t… it is this boy. He is a fuck machine. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, a super lean body with compact and defined muscles, a cute face, an exquisite ass, and a huge dick. This 23-year-old boy was made for fucking, and he can do it for for hours. He can’t get enough! Just what the doctor ordered.

I always enjoy watching our sex in the mirror, because he is so responsive to small flicks here and deep kisses there. He writhes and moans, and is generally exceedingly flattering to my ego. But I was still just a tad distracted…

Until I caught my own eyes in the mirror and saw that I had finally connected to the moment. Between trying to suck my cock right off my body (and then trying to rip it off with his butt) I had no choice but to take the plunge… My survival was at stake! LOL

After a very long time he finally exploded into the most beautiful orgasm. His fair skin blushed red and he simpered like a little puppy. He is precious. So it was my turn, and I requested that he sit on my face while I masturbated to finish.

And then, in that precise moment, it finally occurred to me. While the mean-spirited cellar gnomes who had upset me so badly were in their little huts, groveling away over their computer screens about my latest controversy, I had a beautiful boy’s asshole in my mouth while I was jetting cum everywhere. And suddenly… those horrible people didn’t matter. They don’t matter. At all. They. Don’t. Matter.

What matters is the connection you make with people who hold you dear, and that this connection is one that nurtures you. I do not regret defending my friend. I do not regret being upset for what is happening to him. But my friend is the one who matters, not the dickhead who is bothering him. That boy last night who thinks I’m the sexiest man he’s ever met: He matters. The clients who experience joy, because they have spent quality time with me: They matter. My family matters. My cat matters.

Assholes don’t matter (unless they’re attached to the beautiful boy sitting on your face).

C-Money’s turn to scold me about not blogging enough… SAWWY!!

Okay, in my young gay life I have managed to achieve orgasm while wearing a condom only two times. I use condoms with increasing frequency (I have definitely improved DRASTICALLY since I last blogged about this), approaching, I’d guess, 95% now. I am very proud of this. It has taken me years to develop the discipline, self-esteem, and hope/optimism to invest in this practice. I’m not perfect by any means, but I am so much better than I was that I wanted to brag a little.

At any rate, something happened about an hour ago that I have never experienced before: I was able to achieve an orgasm while wearing a condom WHILE I WAS MASTURBATING.

I bought some Durex Avanti BARE, because the SKYN and Pleasure Plus were out at the local drug store. I like SKYN and Pleasure Plus, because they don’t have latex in them (and I think that has made a world of difference for me personally: I think the latex hurts/irritates me). I bought a 3-pack of the Durex Avanti BARE, because I wasn’t sure I’d like them and didn’t want to buy a dozen. Inside, one was free and the other two were attached to each other. When I tried to separate the two, the packaging ripped open for one of them.

Damn.

So I decided to see what I might expect once I use them. I got myself hard, put it on, and started to stroke myself. I could actually feel the warmth of my hand! I am not going to say that it was like wearing nothing, but I’d never been able to achieve that degree of sensation before in a condom. So I decided to see how far I could get. I had to stop and start a few times, gradually building towards an orgasm, but then I actually made myself cum!

OMG! This is so exciting!!

I have always loathed condoms. Their texture, scent, and nearly debilitating squeeze made sex feel like nothing, when I could maintain an erection at all. I started using the SKYN and the Pleasure Plus, and they were marked improvements (I even came once while being the insertive partner while wearing a Pleasure Plus – never yet with SKYN); however, I wasn’t all that excited about them. But now? OMG! I almost wanna get on Manhunt now, just so I can test drive one of these bad boys with a real person…

So: I highly recommend Durex Avanti BARE, especially used in conjunction with Astroglide Natural lubrication and moisturizer (a new product I bought today with the consistency of Platinum Wet that contains aloe, vitamin C, vitamin E, and plant/fruit/flower extracts, but no glycerin, alchohol, fragrance, flavoring, or hormones). The two together are not exactly like nothing, but the combination sure as hell beats anything else I’ve ever tried!