Pooning isn’t not something I'd want to flaunt—but it’s also not something I feel apologetic about or want to hide in a paranoid way. Unlike some fellow pooners, I don’t have a wife breathing down my neck who can blackmail me emotionally or financially; I’m lucky in this respect. And I don't plan to run for public office.
Not long ago I went to a doctor to request STI testing. She said, “You don’t really need all these tests...unless you’re a homosexual or IV drug user, or have been with prostitutes.” “We call them ‘service providers’” I said. “And yes, I’ve been with several dozen since my last test.” She had no further questions.
I often get asked by people I know, “ So what’s new with you?” or “Done anything fun lately?” Usually I just answer, “Oh, you know, the usual…” But a few times lately I found myself casually adding, “There’s this hobby I’ve taken up, pooning.” This remark prompts curiosity: “What’s pooning?” I reply that I like to have sex with escorts or massage girls, once or twice a week. I’ve repeatedly been asked why—“Why does a nice guy like you need prostitutes?”
It’s always a bit of a dilemma whether to pursue this conversation. A lot of people are massively uptight about the idea of buying sex. So why risk their negative judgment and possible gossip? But these days I’m inclined to embrace the risk. I feel more and more I shouldn’t have to pretend; I have a right to be who I am. Increasingly, if I sense that someone isn’t overly judgmental and really wants to know, I’m happy to explain why I poon, saying something along these lines:
1. Finding attractive women to have sex with—this used to be my biggest frustration and most painful obsession, which thanks to pooning I’ve finally under control.
2. When I’m in a bored, humdrum mood or feel a slight depression come on, seeing an SP yanks me right out of it and injects a dose of euphoria that lasts for hours or even days.
3. With the adventure of a sexual encounter always just a short drive away, I no longer fear solitary evenings or weekends; and I no longer spend hours glued to computer porn, only to end up with feelings of emptiness and self-contempt.
4. Pooning makes me less dependent on the good graces of ordinary women, less of a supplicant around them, and completely indifferent to those that make sex difficult by playing withholding games.
5. Pooning helps me avoid capitulating to any woman’s pressure for commitment—for certain men, the single most stupid mistake they could make, where enjoying sex with others suddenly becomes a big no-no with potentially huge repercussions.
At a wellness clinic I recently picked up a pamphlet with tips for staying healthy. Tip #6 made me chuckle: “Enjoy fun and relaxing activities.” I’ve several such activities going, but pooning stands out, in terms of getting me more excited about life—to the point where several friends have commented that I’ve somehow become more easygoing and cheerful.
Many guys find access to satisfying “relationship sex” difficult, for any of a hundred reasons. For guys like us, this hobby can definitely be an overwhelmingly good thing, provided we budget sensibly and navigate certain pitfalls. So why keep it hidden? I feel more and more I shouldn’t have to.
Not long ago I went to a doctor to request STI testing. She said, “You don’t really need all these tests...unless you’re a homosexual or IV drug user, or have been with prostitutes.” “We call them ‘service providers’” I said. “And yes, I’ve been with several dozen since my last test.” She had no further questions.
I often get asked by people I know, “ So what’s new with you?” or “Done anything fun lately?” Usually I just answer, “Oh, you know, the usual…” But a few times lately I found myself casually adding, “There’s this hobby I’ve taken up, pooning.” This remark prompts curiosity: “What’s pooning?” I reply that I like to have sex with escorts or massage girls, once or twice a week. I’ve repeatedly been asked why—“Why does a nice guy like you need prostitutes?”
It’s always a bit of a dilemma whether to pursue this conversation. A lot of people are massively uptight about the idea of buying sex. So why risk their negative judgment and possible gossip? But these days I’m inclined to embrace the risk. I feel more and more I shouldn’t have to pretend; I have a right to be who I am. Increasingly, if I sense that someone isn’t overly judgmental and really wants to know, I’m happy to explain why I poon, saying something along these lines:
1. Finding attractive women to have sex with—this used to be my biggest frustration and most painful obsession, which thanks to pooning I’ve finally under control.
2. When I’m in a bored, humdrum mood or feel a slight depression come on, seeing an SP yanks me right out of it and injects a dose of euphoria that lasts for hours or even days.
3. With the adventure of a sexual encounter always just a short drive away, I no longer fear solitary evenings or weekends; and I no longer spend hours glued to computer porn, only to end up with feelings of emptiness and self-contempt.
4. Pooning makes me less dependent on the good graces of ordinary women, less of a supplicant around them, and completely indifferent to those that make sex difficult by playing withholding games.
5. Pooning helps me avoid capitulating to any woman’s pressure for commitment—for certain men, the single most stupid mistake they could make, where enjoying sex with others suddenly becomes a big no-no with potentially huge repercussions.
At a wellness clinic I recently picked up a pamphlet with tips for staying healthy. Tip #6 made me chuckle: “Enjoy fun and relaxing activities.” I’ve several such activities going, but pooning stands out, in terms of getting me more excited about life—to the point where several friends have commented that I’ve somehow become more easygoing and cheerful.
Many guys find access to satisfying “relationship sex” difficult, for any of a hundred reasons. For guys like us, this hobby can definitely be an overwhelmingly good thing, provided we budget sensibly and navigate certain pitfalls. So why keep it hidden? I feel more and more I shouldn’t have to.
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