I stumbled across this site the other day. I was looking for sex toys. Purely for research. I noticed ES Male had this section called “Aromas”. It brought back a memory.

Let me tell you an amusing (if slightly humiliating) story about my sole experience with poppers.

J. Harvey was on a cruise. My group was invited back to an acquaintance’s stateroom with several other fellows for what could be termed an “orgy”. The details of said orgy will remain under wraps (until we need a post about orgies), because we’re focusing on poppers. Being a naive sort who (9 times out of 10) sticks to beer as his drug of choice, poppers were a mystery to me.  A vial was passed around as I was down on my knees and regarding the cock of a very muscular, very sexy ginge bear.

J. Harvey thinks “hey, you only live once”, takes the offered vial, and sniffs. Actually, J. Harvey didn’t just sniff. J. Harvey SNORTED. J. Harvey tried to get as much of the poppers vapor in his nose holes as humanly possible. Because – vacation! Fun! Daring!

No one told me that you don’t use the whole vial in one fell swoop. With the emphasis on “fell,” because the cabin suddenly turned sideways. There was a roaring noise. My face exploded and became fire. And I keeled over from my kneeling position onto the floor.

Did I mention that my pants were around my ankles (Ginge Bear was hot and I hadn’t wanted to waste any time)? So there I lay on my side. Pale Irish ass facing the room with my friends laughing at me, and the other orgy-goers wondering if I was dead. I wasn’t. Just out of commission.

Ginge Bear was nice enough to pick me up and carry me out onto the balcony for some fresh air. He was completely naked. I was lacking pants out on a cruise ship balcony with a totally naked musclebear. We’re talking biceps, a firecrotch and the whole goatee & shaved head thing. It was horrible because the romance was gone. We had a nice moment where he tried to sober me up, made sure I wasn’t dying, and kindly informed me that you don’t snort the whole vial.

Suffice to say, I never got any that night. What I did receive was the nickname of “Poppers Guy” for the rest of the cruise. That was my one experience with poppers.

People have had better luck than I did, and LOVE em’. I personally know someone whose refrigerator contents consist solely of condiments and vials of Locker Room. Yes, he’s a big slut. Other guys look on poppers as something our grandfather gays did on the dancefloor back in the days of (*sniffle*) Donna Summer.

When used correctly, they are said to give you a rush that enhances sexual pleasure.  You can check them out online from European companies like ES Male.

What about you? Ever used poppers? What was it like? Did they aid in your sexual experience?

- J. Harvey

We briefly touched upon this topic in this post, but it only seemed fair to bring it up again in a non-judgmental capacity. Have you ever spied on someone naked in the gym shower? Snuck a peek at the urinal? Purposefully walked in on someone in an unlocked dressing room? Done anything somewhat related that’s frowned upon by society, yet was so hot that you didn’t give a fuck?

I’ll go first! Yeah, I’ve done this shit. Who hasn’t? If there’s a wet naked body in front of me at the gym, you can bet your pretty ass that I’m going to steal a few casual glances! Hell, I might even take a seat in the sauna and steal a few casual strokes on my dick. Doesn’t everyone do this? Or am I just a totally perverted whore? It’s okay if the answer to that last question is “yes”. I’ve accepted myself for what I am.

- Dewitt

Photo credit: SneakyPeek

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Screwing around at a rest stop seems like a surefire way to get arrested, but I’m not gonna act like the thought’s never crossed my mind. There’s always that one sketchy guy with wandering eyes at the urinal. What if he happened to be hot and there was no one else around?

I’m not sure what I’d do in that scenario! While there’s a certain thrill to public sex, most rest stops smell like a poop sandwich with a side of urine-cakes or Chicken McNuggets. Would it be worth enduring the smell for the sweet satisfaction of some anonymous man-ass? This question haunts me every night of my life (no it don’t).

Once again, I’ve gone on too long talking about myself! We’re not asking if I would ever hook up at a rest stop. We’re asking have you ever done it. Have you? Would you? Will you meet me somewhere, bring some lube and give it a try? Just wondering!

- Dewitt

Photo credit: Randy Blue

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Oh, calm down already! This isn’t an advertisement, so much as an excuse to share these pictures of Kevin Crows and Paul Wagner using a Fleshjack on one another. I mean, we all know that these trusty masturbation sleeves are great for personal use (especially if you utilize them like this), but it’s so easy to forget the other possibilities!

I’ve always been a fan of the faux-sandwich fuck, in which you reach around a guy you’re fucking and stroke his rod with a Fleshjack. Of course, as you’ll soon see, Kevin and Paul aren’t quite as creative with their toy usage. They just fool around with it before moving on to the real thing. Then again, can you blame them? As much as I love those little rubber buttholes, they wouldn’t even come close to Paul Wagner’s fuzzy pink butthole.

- Dewitt

Photo credit: Next Door Buddies

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I remember the first time I got tested for HIV. It was my first year in college, and it should have happened sooner than it did. You see, if you can believe it or not, I was rather promiscuous in my youth. I had a thing for older guys, and they had a thing for me. None of these encounters occurred without a condom, so the idea of getting tested seemed unnecessary to me.

It wasn’t until a confrontation with one of my regular hook-ups that I realized the fault in this logic. It’s important to know your status, even if you don’t think you’ve ever engaged in any risky behavior. With that thought in mind, I hopped in the car with my “sex friend” and headed to the local LGBT health clinic.

The actual test was painless. A small prick on my finger, and the results would be ready in less than a half hour. I mean, how frickin’ easy! As someone who’s extremely afraid of needles, it was comforting to know that I didn’t have to get blood drawn. Just one small prick. That’s all.

And then came the hard part—waiting. Those fifteen to twenty minutes stretched on for what seemed like days, as I met with a counselor and relived my entire sex life. What about that one time the condom broke? What if I was one of those rare cases of contracting HIV through oral sex? What if the test came back positive? What if the test came back positive?

That last question circled around in my brain over and over again, until someone returned with the results. The rest of the story is a blur. A sigh of relief, a handful of condoms, a dinner date at Boston Market (my pal was super classy), and a naughty celebration back at his place, during which we went through a good portion of those aforementioned condoms…

This is my convoluted way of asking if you’ve ever been nervous before, during or after an HIV test. It’s also another drawn-out introduction for the lads of It Gets Betterish, who sparked all these memories with the latest installment of their web series. Click through to watch it, and be sure to head over here for a list of testing resources.

- Dewitt

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