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I started playing with my hole around 8 or 9. It felt good pressing my fingers against it, and I liked feeling around inside my ass. Probably started playing with my dick around 10. Then, when I combined them both, that’s when the real fun began.

Back in the day when I was younger, I would hit the baths and rent a room. More often than not I had my towel draped on my shoulders. I tender to keep my door open with my ass pointing out. I have been to some baths that would have a small whiteboard by each door. I would usually list there then I was taking all loads. I would get talked a lot of the time however, a lot of the fucking did not end up with their loads. I would also hit the orgy room and sometimes take a ride in the sling. I usually ended pumping three loads into different cocksuckers. Good memories!

Once you take dick up your ass you ain't straight no moe.

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Take care of that back man! You don't want a bad back stopping you from future loads.

Touching myself? I can't remember a time when I didn't! Even before I knew what sex was, even before it produced a pleasurable sensation, I just liked diddling with myself. I always found my cock fascinating. I didn't know what circumcision was or that anyone looked drastically different than I did (except a couple adults, who were just bigger) but I was cut pretty loose so I liked pulling what was left of my foreskin over my head. I remember as a small child my grandmother telling me to stop playing with myself. Maybe 4-5? It's one of my earlier memories. Probably around 8-9 I found out about sex. First orgasm at 10, I believe. Haven't stopped since 🙂

I started touching myself at age 7 but not gettinghard till I was about nine. I had my own room then and when I got gard at bedtime I'd look for something to put my dick in. I knew I had to do something with it it wouldn't go down. I'd rub it between the pillow and the mattress which felt good but not satisfying. Eventually I found if I tied one end of my pj's cord around my cock and the other end around my cock also I would lay on my front in bed and pull each end if the in turn this pulled my cock from side to side till I got that lovely feeling of an orgasm, a dry one. I didn't cum till I was around 14 with the help of 3 friends. I didn'tget my first cock till I was 19. but when I look at porn I was attracted to the cocks as much as the pussy. i started sucking cock at glory holes and then getting fucked. have fucked a couple of men but I prefer being the bottom.

I think every boy touches himself. I think the real question is when did they consciously masturbate and achieve orgasm. I didn't start masturbation u til I was 13 and had no idea about orgasm or semen. Rubbing my penis one afternoon led to ejaculation

They asked if I take fists which has higher risk of blood transmission. That got me to share my anon hookups and sauna slut. I was probably not in best state of mind and felt had no more to lose. My slutiness has increased since then 🐷

Had crushes on the teen boys doing Saturday jobs at my dad's business when I was about 7. A (straight) friend showed me how to wank when I was about 9, but only had dry cums until nearly 14. Had a not good experience with an older guy at 17 which freaked me out. Only fully accepted I was gay in my late 20s and luckily met an older guy when I was 30 who got me to fuck him. He became my first fuck buddy. Soon made up for lost time, but regret my virginal 20s!

Both sides make great arguments! I am definitely a borderline cock slut / cum slut. I love sucking dick after dick at a gloryhole, having a cock in my face still gives me a thrill. When it comes to getting fucked, the act of being penetrated, a man’s cock head pushing in me, makes me crazy no matter what the man’s size. And almost immediately my hole starts milking the cock. It’s like my body craves it. Certain times of the year, when I get to intensely horny, I’ll give it up to anyone or everyone. Do not fucking care about who the fuck it is, as long as they use me and cum in me.

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I don't have the need to live anymore. The other ways of leaving this planet are unavailable for me and the conventional ways I already have tried but I keep coming back. I'm sick of it. I want to go and be cremated and let me go from this life and being hiv poz is one step in a direction that will hopefully make me not come back to this life. As the fast and easy ways to leave don't exist in my country. Hiv medicines are free for those who are positive. But I need and want to go from this life as I need a permanent way to end it and be gone never to return to this life. 8 times I have returned. Beyond belief that I am here still. Sick of coming back. And need to remove myself from this world as I'd like legal youthinasia. But where I am. You need to be too far gone. And when you are in that state. You can't request to have it done. Permanent death is what I need never to experience this planet again. That's why I want to be hiv positive.......

Thanks for the appreciation. 🥰😈👊🏻 I still have to work on it. Anyway, please after your breeding also push your fist in my cum filled hole.

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I have touched myself for as long as I can remember. Starting with my hole long before I discovered the pleasures of the cock. I realized I wanted to be fucked by men around age 8. It really hit home around 12 or so when I traveled on the wrestling team and we would crowd four boys to a room. I’d jerk off dreaming of the other three boys fucking me. I had a hard on all night just from the possibility.

No I'm not worried as I know that each time I have bareback sex with another who is hiv positive top as I'm bottom. I do it to become hiv positive. I want to be hiv positive and I want it from another who I know is hiv positive. The aim is to become hiv positive just like him. As I love the gay lifestyle and I love to be hiv positive as I love being gay with hiv positive men. And tomorrow morning he is going to give me his viral load of hiv positive in me as I love receiving his cum inside my body as I want to be just like him. And every other gay who is hiv positive. Not taking prEP or PEP as I'm happy to be positive as well.

I generally cum twice a day. Recently went seven days without cumming and I've been soooo horny ever since. Been shooting 3-4 loads a day for about 10 days now.

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Hello beautiful, The first part of today was a bit hectic for me. It was basically covering basic life necessities like buying medications, underwear, socks, and winter clothes that I’ve neglected for a while now. It makes me feel like an adult when I get all this basic stuff covered lol. I also bought the present for Phil too, which is coming up in less than three weeks—some nice bowls and plates. I think he’s going to love them! Remember the rule for buying gifts for adults, buddy? Always buy the upgraded version of what they already own. Phil has some good bowls and plates, but I think we can do better than that hehe. I truly think he’ll love it because it’s super practical, and it’s something he can use for a very long time. Plus, every time he uses it, he’ll lowkey think of us. Strategic, if you ask me. I then met Dan afterwards and we lay on his couch, cuddled, and talked about life for about two hours. It felt really nice. I updated him on what’s happening in my life, from music to singing lessons to self-love, and he told me what’s been happening in his life too. We then played Mario Kart, had dinner, listened to some of his favourite music on YouTube, and watched a movie. Somewhere along the way, I got a message from Phil, apologising for the delay in messages this week because he’s in Sydney and had to look after his aunties. I haven’t replied to him yet, even though there’s a pull to do so, but I’ll reply when I’m ready. Something interesting happened when I was with Dan though. Dan is one of our many friends with benefits, buddy, but today, we didn’t have sex or anything. We barely kissed at all. Just two guys cuddling it out, and it felt really nice and purely physical. I didn’t feel anything when I was with him. I care for him as a friend, yes, but nothing more than that. And I think to myself, is this what friends with benefits is all about? Just two friends cuddling each other without any other hidden agenda underneath it all? And then I think about Phil, and if Phil feels this way about me. You know, how I’m just a friend to him, and a warm body to hug. And the bittersweet thing about all this is that I feel that when I do see Phil again, and we cuddle and kiss, it will start to feel just that—physical. And all that emotional load will no longer be there, and I feel sad about it all. Sad perhaps for the loss of what was and the what-ifs, the possibilities of something more between us, even if I was the only one to feel that way. Phil will just become like any of my other friends with benefits, and when I look into his eyes, I will finally see him for what he truly means to me right now in the present: just a friend with benefit. Not a lover. Not something more. Not right now. Someday, maybe, we might go on that second date, and things will go in a different direction. Maybe they won’t. But whatever happens, buddy, I will continue moving on with my life, not to run away from the pain or anything, but because life is too short to stand and wait for maybes. Oh, and before I forget, I think I’ve figured out the phone calls dilemma I told you about yesterday. Here is the current plan: I’m going to tell people if they have time for a 20-minute phone call catch-up. Then when we talk on the phone, I’ll keep an eye on the time, and at the 20-minute mark, I’ll just ask them if they want to continue or if they want to end the call here. That way, it gives them an opt-out since I did say 20 minutes. I’m not sure if this will work, but I’ll give it a shot. Stay awesome buddy. Chat soon xx