Before moving out East and into the Gay Village here, I was
in a backwater city out West. Knowing
that I was moving, I started hitting up men in my soon-to-be-home city on the
internet. On Recon.com I met a guy that
was also originally from out West. He
was gorgeous, a jock. After a few
emails, we took the next step and turned on our cams. A poppers enthusiast like me, we had some
good live chats. He was obsessed with me
showing him my ass. You know what I
mean: He wanted me to spread those
cheeks for him and show him my spot where the sun don’t shine. Now keep in mind that I’m getting tanked on
Jack Daniel’s. Somehow, I have to
position myself precariously on the chair so that the cam can get the right
shot, with the lighting just right so that he can see the damn thing. This was all quite awkward – I certainly
could have fallen and chipped a tooth.
But I’m giving! Here’s the
problem: With me facing away from the
computer, showing him my ass, I see nothing.
I do hear him though, as he says sweet things like “Love your hole man.” Well, I’m glad, but my knees are beginning to
buckle.
It was after a while that he revealed to me that he didn’t
just like my ass, he was interested in what was in it. He was into scat, and the deeper I probed
(pardon any pun here), I realized that this was almost his exclusive interest.
I’m not into scat, but damn, this man was fine. So I feigned interest – for a while. I asked him if he had many opportunities to
explore this fetish. He said he did once
in a while, but didn’t really require sex too often in general. It soon became clear to me that the bulk of
our sex chat was going to be about scat and finally I couldn’t carry on. If we chatted about other sexual things, I
could sense his interest waning. (Note
to reader: we finally met by accident at
the gym once I had moved. We had some
nice chats, but ultimately I don’t think he was interested, which is probably
for the best. But he was a hot looking
man).
On Manhunt.net, I connected with a cute guy who also lived
in the Village, and in an email, he asked me the wonderful, standard question
we’ve all been asked on hookup sites: What are you into? Enthusiastically, I launched headlong into a
laundry list of all the various fetishes I had.
I then in return asked him what he was into and he responded with a six
word answer: I want to eat your shit.
Regardless of his fetish, I thought to only list one thing was a little
limiting! We didn’t continue our
correspondence, but I do see him around or at the gym, where we nod hello.
Even as gay men push the envelope with regard to sexual
norms and mores, I think most gay men resist the idea of scat play. So I have to take my hat off to the men who
are brave enough to share their kink, when their kink could lead them to being
ostracized within their own community. I
like piss play, but I can’t quite get my head around the appeal of scat play.
Once on Gay.com (oh lord, Jason, how many sites have you
been a member of?) a man from Bulgaria chatted me up. He wanted to suck me off while I took a shit
on the toilet. Since he was on the other
side of the world, I used the moment of internet anonymity to toy with the idea
with him. The trouble is, when you are
discussing a fetish that is not your own, it gets, quite frankly, boring.
And so the circumstance for poop play has arisen, but I
doubt I will ever go there. My question
to you is this: Is there a fetish (of
the safe, sane and consensual type only please), maybe even a relatively common
one, that just doesn’t appeal to you? What
is your favorite fetish? Is it such a
favorite that sex just isn’t sex without it?
