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tsk tsk My sex slave ChrisSwallows introduced me to the gay hookup site Sniffies. Before that, I only knew about Grindr, though I’m sure there are quite a few other online places for homosexual men to meet for what are almost purely sexual purposes and pleasures. I’m not gay, but I am heteroflexible, and willing to stick my cock in any willing orifice no matter the gender, so I have had reason to seek men before. Until Sniffies, I had never done so in a place exclusive to that task. I might have hooked up with men from FetLife, or even Craigslist when it still had a personals section, but I’d never used a gay dating or hookup site. Since becoming a member, I have almost exclusively sought cocks for ChrisSwallows to suck on while I watch. That is what my profile states and that has really been my focus when I’ve spent any time on the site. In other words; I haven’t used it solely for myself. There have been plenty of men who have propositioned me in various ways, for various things, but I’ve not spent any actual time trying to hook up with them. I’ve invited guys over by the dozen, to have their cock swallowed by my “horny roommate” but none of them received invitations to just spend time with me. ChrisSwallows was always in the scenario, always going to be involved. And until late March, when I damaged my hip from a fall off a ladder, that’s how it was. Since then, I have been out of commission, obviously. My cock is not ready for anything more than my hand just yet. As I mentioned in a previous post though, I’ve been using Sniffies as masturbation fodder, flipping through photos and profiles that interest and arouse me, and sometimes filming myself while I do. I’ve managed a small series of videos that focuses solely on me jerking off while surfing Sniffies for a hookup, even though technically I am only searching for arousal. The videos show how hard my cock is when I trade messages with people, and that authenticity is the selling point. I edge myself while I peruse, and eventually it all comes to a very gratifying conclusion. Yes, I trade messages with guys, but none of them are being misled. I’m not agreeing to meet, then flaking, I just hold conversations that could potentially lead somewhere, but don’t. As an adult who is not in a committed relationship the possibility of getting together is there, but nothing has so excited me that I’ve given it a try. And with my eyes opening a bit wider now to the careless and irresponsible attitudes regarding STIs that are prevalent on the site, it makes me even less likely to suddenly take advantage of what it has to offer, and become promiscuous. Add to all this the fact that a dear friend of mine recently contracted an STI and what you have is me looking at Sniffies (and the gay section of Oregon that it showcases) in a different light.  I am one of those guys that feels invincible when it comes to STIs, I fully admit that, but there is something “other level” about those who frequent Sniffies. It’s reckless and irresponsible on a scale that doesn’t make much sense, especially when you consider the added complications of the pandemic we’ve been going through. Even as horny as I get, this scenario does not arouse me. It doesn’t feel taboo to gamble with the well being of my genitals, it just feels stupidly dangerous. Risking my health for an orgasm has minimal appeal, but to some it is clearly just a way of life. Up until now I was pretty ignorant of this willful disregard for safety and sanity that most of the men on Sniffies seem to have collectively agreed to embrace, but I am aware of it now, and not thrilled with what I see. I am quietly observing and judging it from the outside, with newly opened eyes and a different perspective, so there may be plenty of inaccuracies with my point of view. The fact is, of the dozens and dozens of profiles only 2 / two speak of condoms; 1 / guy is just advocating while the other insists they be used for everything. The rest of the members seem hell bent on taking their chances, and as frequently as possible. What I see is irresponsible and kind of scary, but at least I can rest easy knowing I am not putting myself in the mix, and therefore in harms way. That would be a “tsk tsk” on me. |
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