That Time I Tried Butt Stuff & Lessons Learned
Okay, straight up, this whole “cum in butt” thing popped into my head after hearing some friends rave about it. Figured, “Hey, why not give it a shot?” but wanted to do it safe, you know? No flying blind. Spent damn near a whole weekend just digging online, sorting the real talk from the garbage. Everyone seemed to scream about lube, lube, and more goddamn lube.
So, my dumb ass began with preparation. This ain’t like the movies, folks. First things first – gotta clean the damn pipes. Did the whole shower hose thing, gentle water flow, kept going till it ran clear. Took way longer than I thought, felt like forever. Had towels ready because, yeah, watery disaster zone potential.
Then came the gear round-up. Dug out a condom – safe sex is non-negotiable, period. The star of the show? A brand new bottle of thick, water-based lube I grabbed specifically for this. Also had my trusty silicone-based one nearby just in case. Nervous? Hell yeah. Excited? Kinda.
Partner was onboard, thank god. We started slow, real slow. Just fingers first, tons of lube. Like, I’m talking squirting that lube like it was free. Focused on relaxation, breathing deep, trying not to clench up. Took ages to get relaxed enough. Used more lube than I ever imagined possible just on this step.
Only after serious warming up with fingers did we even think about the main event. Slapped that condom on, added lube – thick layer on him, thick layer on me. Seriously, applied more lube. Felt like I was dunking it. Slow entry, millimeter by damn millimeter, stopping whenever it felt tight. Had to pull back, add MORE lube, try again. Communication was key – constant “You good?” “Slow down?” “More lube?”
Finally got it in, fully. Movement? Had to be gentle, shallow at first. Let my body adjust. Honestly, the feeling was… weird at first. Intense pressure, different. Focused hard on relaxing. Actually found a rhythm that worked, started feeling pretty damn good, surprising myself.
When he finished, that’s when the real “guide” part kicked in. DO NOT just collapse. Held still for a minute, let things settle. Then, slow pull out, real slow. Had a damn towel pressed ready immediately. Condom stayed ON, obviously. He carefully tied it off. I scrambled to grab the spare towel.
Cleanup was the next mission. Straight to the bathroom. Gentle cleaning with warm water. No harsh soaps down there. Patience, gentle pats. Ate a decent meal afterwards to settle things internally. Took it easy the rest of the day.
End Result & The Ugly Truth:
Did he cum in my butt? Technically, yeah, into the condom. The feeling of him finishing inside? Interesting pressure, definitely intense. Would I chase that specific sensation again? Maybe, but only with ridiculous prep.
The honest real lessons screamed at me?
- LUBE IS LIFE: Seriously. Use it like you hate the bottle and want it empty.
- Go Slow or Don’t Go: Rushing = world of hurt and a shitty experience.
- Clean Prep is CRUCIAL: Skip this and risk a truly miserable time.
- CONDOMS. ALWAYS. Safety ain’t sexy? Who cares. Sticky mess ain’t sexy either.
- Listen to Your Body: If it says stop, you damn well stop.
- Communication Non-Stop: Check in constantly.
- Post-Op Matters: Clean slow and gentle, chill afterwards.
Got the curiosity out of my system? Check. Was it magical? Not really. More like a logistical mission demanding extreme caution. Would I recommend just diving in? Hell no. The effort needed to avoid disaster is monumental. If you do try, respect the process, respect the lube, and for god’s sake, respect the exit strategy. And maybe ask yourself why you really want to – the “idea” might be hotter than the sticky, complex reality. Trust me, the idea of skipping steps ain’t worth that messy hell.
