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I've mentioned my own experience previously, and how I suspected and confirmed. The shame of it all is that the Church's answer to this is to provide some type of inpatient counseling to 'change the behavior' (whatever that means), then move them around to a different parish or post where it only starts all over again. We've seen how well that works. Also met two seminarians at a party once that were openly salivating over the potential for getting action from the altar-boy set, plus I saw how they looked at some of the minors at this party. 🙄 Everyone knew about this particular priest's reputation but despite that nothing was ever done until one kid reported his abuse to the police. The priest got off easy in more ways than one, then was moved from NJ to PA, then around PA quite a bit, where he continued to (ahem) get off. Then by the time to former Archbishop of Philly was called to testify on why he'd been reassigned so often (he'd since stepped down for health reasons), his doctor's testified he wouldn't be reliable due to dementia. 🙄 I'm probably the outlier here, but this guy was a scumbag and a total predator, and for years he got more ass than a rental car. Yeah, they finally defrocked him. Just in time for his retirement.

N0 and No. My now retired [geriatric] pcp was a good doctor and was lucky to not have any issues that required sharing my sex life with him. Stl is the opposite of places like SanFran, imo still looking for a replacement doctor he was replaced by a family practice trained not geriatric. I'm old, rest of fam rip

Sadly, I don't precum at all; never have. I feel cheated! In related news... Precum is my favourite thing in the universe.

I want to go to confession and tell about sinful homosexual thoughts I have "struggled$ with and be questioned more and more by priest and to be more graphic with my words. Leading to us removing our clothing and he slides open a glory hole. And exchange mouthfuls of each others cum.

I mean Republicans have completely ignored all of Trump's signs of dementia that are setting in. So it's pretty typical to excuse the flaws of "your side" while pointing out those same flaws in the other.

For as long as I've been able to leak precum, I've always found myself with stains in my underwear/jockstraps. I just create a ton of precum, almost needing no lube. The guy I'm fucking told me his cock has never leaked precum. Cum, yes, but no precum. I prefer the taste of precum to cum, so I'm a bit disappointed that I can't taste his. Has anyone else discovered that they either produce no precum or very little? If so, what can be done to get my guy's cock leaking that sweet pre?

My Gp is gay and has a whore for a husband. lol. I see him at steamworks often in a sling taking all the dick he can get. I’m not sure if my Dr is hiv poz but he is very comfortable with it. My gp has been there for every STI.

Yes please.

I have been in more Catholic rectories than I have in Catholic churches. I was not the threre for spiritual instruction

There is nothing better than skin on skin. I love knowing that my seed will soon be inside the man I’m fucking.

I have been very honest with my PCP period about everything. In fact, it turns me on.

Great start. Can't wait for the next chapter

Bareback sex feels more intimate for me. I used to only have sex with tops who wore condoms. Once I went on PrEP I tried bareback and was hooked. Knowing there is no barrier and that the top is going to cum in me is a huge turn on. Add in the anonymity of sex in the dark rooms at bathhouses heightens it even more.

I have not, as far as I know. But my dealer also escorts. And one of his regular clients is a catholic priest. I have heard many of the details, although my dealer abstains from any details that could allow me to figure out who he is.

I’ve commented on this before, but I’ve been with a few of my former parish priests. I was not abused, completely consensual and fucking hot. We fucked in the confessional and on the altar. There was one time that we were in the confessional when mass started and we started to play. I knew people must have heard us, but I didn’t care!! He got a load up his ass and I took his in my mouth. I took all the semen he would give. So much pent up sexual energy because he had to be celibate. Well, he was supposed to be celibate. He is one man I can say that I would have married. I really loved him. He chose God and I left town.

My doctors in SF were all gay friendly. When I moved to Reno the first doctor I had was not comfortable with my sexuality. So I dumped him and got a new one who was. Unfortunately she left town a couple years ago, so I need to find a new PCP. I've been using online care providers for my PrEP, glp-1 meds (which I tried for six months but ditched), and now for my testosterone.

I'm going to try to go to Cum Union this coming Saturday in Philly, but I'd like to go with someone else. I would feel more comfortable if I had a buddy to go with.

I left my GP I had because he was always so judgemental about my sexual practices. He was a hetero man whom I knew also held very religious views. He kept telling me I would die of AIDS one day, BIGOT! I left his office for a gay-friendly practice and I haven’t regretted it once. They focus on my healthcare from a wholistic perspective. Best move I ever made!

I have a primary care physician who is in all seriousness just a wellness specialist. General medicine. I also have an infectious disease specialist who oversees my HIV test and diagnosis. I’ve had different HIV Specialists first two were great. They moved on to a different practice or something else. Third one was super judgmental guy. I dropped him after one visit. The one I have now. She is great. Understands me my life style, gives me confidence and welcome advice. A just overall amazing. But I prefer a male doctor over a female. I feel no matter what a male doctor understands me as a man.

I am married with a 9yo and an 18yo at home

Just the story of my sex life. Thank you for reading.

I'm in my 60s now but still looking for sex every day. Who is going to fuck loads in my ass today? Is that an addiction? Probably yes. Do I care? Hell no!

What a beautiful story on so many levels. You are a true friend.

“Randy broke up with Paul because he was poz...BUT that’s not what happened!” I said “What? You just said…” Arthur started to question me but I interrupted. “A month ago, I met Paul at Burkhart’s..,” I began… Randy and I had gone out after having dinner at some restaurant named after a cow or something, CowPoke or something...anyway, we were chatting and drinking and having a great time when Randy got called it to work. He left and I stayed to have a few more drink and I planned to get a ride home from friends I was bound to run into. Paul approached me and asked about Randy and were we dating. I said yes and we started making small talk. Paul was cute but I could tell he was a bottom and was definitely not interested in me just as much as I was not interested in him. But still, you can never have enough friends. Eventually Paul confessed that he was Randy’s ex and wanted to warn me and tell me how and why they broke up. At first I got really nervous because what kind of psycho would approach someone at the bar only to dis the person they had been with. It really freaked me out but I stayed calm and just listened to Paul explain. They had been together for a month before Randy started asking about bringing other guys into the bedroom. Paul was ok with it and Randy began inviting other tops over as long as they wore condoms. That’s how they met Donnie. Donnie was a 6’ adonis, very muscular jock type. Nice dick and a great chest. He knew what he liked and how he liked it. He was in his 40’s but still hot as hell and Paul loved sucking his cock. Donnie sat at the top of the bed and Paul eagerly downed his cock while Randy started eating Paul’s ass, something that Paul loved and Paul moaned over Donnie’s cock the whole time. Donnie continually encouraged Paul with a barrage of “Damn that’s good,” “You’re great at that,” and “Damn you like dick.” He also berate Paul by calling him “another dumb-ass faggot.” All the while Treasure Island Media played on the TV. Paul didn’t care he was in heaven, a cock in his throat and a tongue in his ass. What could be better he thought. Randy then removed his tongue and went to the bedroom closet and brought out the bag. I know what’s in that bag. A mask, a few dildos, a butt plug, some other toys I can’t think of right now, a collection of little brown bottles, and a mask for those bottles. Paul's hard cock got a little harder because he liked those brown bottles. Randy got a hell yeah from Donnie as he passed Donnie his own bottle. Randy took a sniff then attached one bottle to the mask and then did the same with another brand and then finally helped Paul put the mask on. And the euphoria began as Paul once again started sucking Donnie’s cock while Randy started fucking him. Paul removed the mask when it got to be too much but occasionally Randy would ease his thrusts and Donnie would hold that bottle close to his cock so Paul could get another whiff. It didn’t take long before Randy started moaning that he was going to cum and did, planting a nice load deep in Paul. Randy came close so Paul could clean the cum from his cock and Donnie moved to take Randy’s place. Paul kept the bottle to Paul’s nose. It took about five minutes till Paul realized that Donnie was not wearing a condom. When he made a mention to Randy about it, Donnie laughed and Randy just held the bottle under his nose again and said, “it’s ok,” “it’s fine.” Paul didn’t object after that, he just let it happen and enjoyed it. Eventually Donnie dumped his load in Paul as well. Randy immediately moved behind Paul and inserted a butt plug from the bag into Paul's ass before Paul had a chance to move. Donnie once again presented his cock to Paul for cleaning before getting dressed and letting himself out. But not before laughing and calling Paul a stupid faggot once again. Randy then moved in to kiss Paul and they started making out as Randy laid Paul back onto the bed. Paul was in heaven and at that time thought that Randy was the one and would have let him do anything. Randy removed the butt-plug and replaced it with the biggest dildo they had, Rocco Steel, and continued to fuck Paul. Slowly at first but then picking up pace. Paul kept the bottle and eventually he was begging for more as Randy rammed the dildo in and out of him. Throughout the dildo fucking Randy continued to encourage Paul as well as degrade him, which Paul was coming to enjoy more and more. Paul indicated that he was getting close and Randy stepped it up a bit. The last thing Paul heard before he shot his load was Randy telling him that he was “a good boy for taking Donnie’s poz load” because Randy had always wanted to watch someone get pozzed. Paul was furious and demanded to know why Randy would do that. Randy seemed indifferent, even proud that he had done it. Paul yelled at Randy for ten minutes he said until he came down a bit and it was then he realized he still had the dildo inside of him. He got off the bed and ran to the bathroom to clear himself but there was not much left it had all been churned and pushed deep inside of him. All he could do at that point was shower. “Wow,” said Arthur and nothing else. “When he got out of the shower Randy had gone somewhere so Paul dialed the local clinic but broke down halfway through dialing the number. He just went to bed but he did decide to end it with Randy.” “I would to! To think someone would be that twisted.” Arthur said trying to find some reasoning behind this. “But wait, there’s more...”