Well, honestly I started to play with my butt a long time before I knew it was sexual. Though not completely sure, I think I heard one of my uncles enquiring about my father shoving a thumb up his butt, and something about a monkey when I was still having trouble tying my shoes alone… (Ok… I still have trouble tying my shoes. Not the point.)

At some point that bounced around my young brain, and I tried it… In the bathtub… Several times.
I wasn’t all that impressed, it was interesting though, and it did make me more inclined to agree when I was asked to experiment by the older boy down the road several years later.

[Skipping the potentially illegal illustrations]

So I’ve always been a submissive person, at least to those I feel deserved it. This lead to me just offhandedly deciding that I was a bottom. I am, it’s only natural really.

During my first anal experience it wasn’t pain or pleasure so much as sensation; like any good scientist I wanted more data in order to formulate an objective opinion based on an average. So I had a lot more sex until I figured out just what was happening. And oh… It was good.

During that time I didn’t really have any sensation coming specifically from my prostate. It was more about the friction and the stimulation of my O-Ring. Hard and fast, deep didn’t matter so much.

The first time I realized just how important my prostate was to the act of solo anal play, I had a glow stick, and a random idea. I didn’t move it around all that much, but just having it press against a sweet spot made me finish hard enough to make my legs twitch.

My scientist brain, again, yelled EXPERIMENTATION TIME!!!

So I started trying all sorts of things of different lengths, shapes, diameters, and trying to hit that sweet spot again.

Incidentally, the neck of Heineken bottles are the ideal diameter for novices, but not at all the right length or shape. As well as, never attempt to fit an entire banana inside yourself when your parents go to the store. Especially if you are attempting to do so during a period of time where, for extenuating circumstances, your room lacks a door. You will either not have enough time, or it will get stuck, and you will spend the next full episode of Fraiser, sitting in the bathroom while listening to the soothing sounds of a quasi-British man yell about constipation. The irony hurt way more than the frozen produce item straining against my newly stress-tightened boy-button…

Where was I?…

Let’s talk about lube and rimming. Wet things. Let’s talk about wet things.

When I first started out I didn’t use any lube. I used stuff like soap or shampoo, because at that point I didn’t want to waste any money on my weird habit. I eventually learned the merits of using something for the purpose it was made for, rather than its stand in. The first times I had anal sex and was the bottom, I didn’t use any lube at all. I just had a lot of saliva, I suppose. Who doesn’t salivate when they are eating something yummy?

Eventually I had anal sex and was the person on top. This didn’t happen for a few years, though it was really neat. I was tint and hot, and the friction I was so fond of as a bottom was present as a top, just in a different area. Of course, the lube we used was the kind that comes in condom kits, so really the quality and scent were irrelevant, we were just desperate to do it.

I did experiment with flavors and stuff, though. One of my tops had strawberry lube, I didn’t understand why he liked it until he came, then started to lick my backdoor. I didn’t want to appear inexperienced so I let him, it felt so weird! I learned to enjoy it a little, though, it was like getting a massage on my butthole.

I’m still not in favor of it really. I’m never going to kiss someone after they rim me, because scat is one of the few things in the perv world I find a little too gross for my taste. But I can now say that I’ve been rimmed, and I have rimmed, but that is an absurd double standard.

I enjoy rimming women, but will not be rimmed, or rim, men without significant influence. I guess women are just more soft, more clean, and less dirty in my head. I know that’s wrong from a logic standpoint, but still. I actually enjoy rimming women.

Other wet stuff that is related to anal… Um… Enemas? I’ve never actually gotten a piss enema, but I’ve given them, and it was rather fun, mostly because piss and cum is the only thing that came out of my lovers. Prior to anal play we always clean them out fairly well, however because again, I do not like scat.

Over the years I have tried a lot of things, and have begun to hunger for something more… Mostly I’ve just become a bit more enamored with the size of the things I put inside me. I don’t want to have a lot of girth, I really have a paranoia of becoming loose, considering that I am in fact a bottom. More of the length, I love the feeling of being full. Though the most I’ve ever taken inside of me is about 8 inches of dildo, I’ve always wanted to be fucked by a huge black dildo or something, like two feet long.

I was never very apprehensive of anal play considering my weird experimental past, and really I can’t imagine why anyone else would be. Let’s say ten percent of the world population is gay, half of that is men, half of them are bottoms, that’s still 175,000,000 people!!! They can’t all be wrong!

I always tell people when they speak badly about their anal experiences, ‘Well you obviously did it wrong.’ damn teenagers nowadays, don’t even know how to have sex!!!

In any case, my random readers, embrace your butt. It’s there for a lot of reasons, and one of them is pleasure!

I certainly get a lot of pleasure out of mine.