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I should add: I think it's far more effective to encourage the person to come out, and be supportive of every step, no matter how small, they take to do so. One could also just refuse to have sex with guys who are "DL".

People should do what works for them. That said, my ass is one of the most precious things I've got, and while I'm happy to share it with lots of people, that doesn't include ones who would vote for candidates who'd happily imprison said ass. Or who'd vote for any number of other right-wing politicians who would cheerfully vote to harm my community or others whom I care about. They don't deserve me.

and And it's why the Politics forum is a separate, sub-forum that it's very easy to avoid if you don't like reading/talking about politics.

Great start . Very nice

I had the same experience - the occasional raw fuck with a guy was not repeated until prep came on the scene.

I’m 7. Being bred bareback while taking another in my throat. I’d love to have pics or video of me doing that!

Gloryhole booths are no longer a thing here.

Its easier now actually, in my opinion. The city has a seedy lawless feel to it now. Anything goes. I see all types of random lewd behavior in public on a daily basis. Most including police will just stand by and watch, pull out their smartphone to start recording or just join in.

Went to the ABS and worked the gloryholes for a couple hours. I had a pretty good time. I sucked 8 different cocks so my mouth is very happy. But nobody fucked me so my asshole is sad.

Amen to that LOL, it's right up there with ironing and I don't do that either anymore, Can't without my dishwasher.

Story 👍👍👍👍 R Party👎☣️👎☣️ Love it

Would be 1,14,5,6,or7 bottom boy knows what his holes are good for . Need to get loose open and wet !

For me it was being walked in on by some guys sister as he's got me bent over drilling me. I wanted to die.

I sometimes smoke a pipe when I fuck.

I think the idea of "sex is about the cock....." is one approach to sex, valid, but not universal. I believe that the ass also feeling so good that it encourages and facilitates the " sperm deep inside" is an important part of the equation. And I think equation is the mot juste here. But that's just how I see it.

I agree, if a btm sucks my cock like he is obliged to, I think I have the responsibility to eat out his hole before I fuck it. Just good fuck etiquette I think

I think a long fuck session makes what my hole feels the priority, like guts who take dildos and fists and want the sex to be about their ass. To me that’s completely wrong. Sex is about the cock feeling so good that, it pumps sperm deep inside the ass. That’s my goal as a bottom. I please the cock, it rewards me with semen. If my ass is sore, if the cock is too big, if the top is not my type, the most important thing is always relaxing and letting him breed me as deep and as often as he wants, and he he wants to share me with his friends, even better.

I like them both, but I'd prefer to be fucked briefly and loaded up than to be fucked for an hour with no load. Ideally, I'd have both, the quick load and then the long fuck. (Then I'd be fed a load. And then bred again and then fucked for a long time.)

MirrorBoi reached out on Squirt and wanted to come over and top me NOW! Ah youth! A horny 18 yo into (and into) daddies. He was here in less than 30 minutes and just about perfect. Smooth, dark brown, rock-hard cock just long enough to probe my throat. Lots of surprises. Great kisser. Super abundant sweet precum. Loved getting rimmed and tongued although he was super tight. In the shower he put his ramrod in my manhole. He fucked me faster and faster, twisting my nipples as he drove his cock deep in my ass. As always, I feel it jetting inside me, breeding me with his young jizz.

So hot! Can wait for him to find out he’s “one of us”.

Got dicked down twice yesterday first one stroked for half an hour and bred me deep. Second one stroked it for almost two hours but didn’t bust. Both were fantastic. Of course I love the nutt but there’s nothing that can make you feel better than a hung bbc giving you a proper internal adjustment.

We lay together in silence for 20 minutes or so, I wasn't keeping track of time. My dick was still hard and ready for more, but was starting to relax. I decided to keep myself hard, in hope of coaxing more from the man cuddling me. I started to pump my dick, slowly. "Are you still hard?" I was asked. "Yeah. I usually stay hard, after I cum," I replied. "That's hot, not many guys can claim that. I don't bottom too often, but I'd love a multi-cummer." I didn't know what to say. I blushed, facing away from him, whilst he cradled me. "Maybe if I get to top you in the future, I can show you what it's like?" "I'd like that a lot." He told me. We lay together for a while in silence, before I decided to break it. "When did you get pozzed?" I asked. "One test had a vague red line about six weeks ago. I had a solid red line a month ago. I think I was properly poz probably about two months ago. It's hard to say. I only did home tests," he explained. "Only home tests?" I asked, surprised. He had seemed so confident earlier in the evening. "Yeah. I still have them. Let me show you," his tone was eager. The top peeled away from me and rolled over the bed. Opening a draw, reaching inside and rummaging around, he fished out a couple items and rolled back across the bed towards me. Wrapping one arm back under me and the other over me, he released a handful of small white objects onto the bed in front of me. "These are my tests," I was told. There were four, small, rectangular objects in front of me. They looked like covid testing strips. My stomach dropped, as I understood what was in front of me. HIV home tests. "What order do they go in?" I asked, hoping he'd lay them out for me. His hands started moving, one trapped under me. Shuffling the pieces around, lifting each one up past my face and up to his own, I watched intently. A timeline was written out in front of me. One single red line, followed by another single red line. A faint second red line and a solid second red line. Silence followed his final movements. "Are you okay?" He asked me. "Yeah... I didn't expect this sort of confirmation, to be honest." I answered. "Are you sure you're okay?" I was asked again. I turned over and put my lips to his. Breaking the kiss, I spoke. "I'm okay." I told him, "Your profile was honest and I messaged you. I initiated." I paused. "I'm okay." We stayed there for a while, cradling each other. "Do you have another?" I asked. "Another load? Of course!" He answered, moving his hands and his body against mine. My dick responded instantly, but I spoke to him instead, "I meant another test, Sir." I encouraged his movements, frotting my dick against his. "I think I have one that I didn't need," He said. "Don't move," he told me, before pushing himself off the bed and leaving the room. I lay still on his bed, waiting for his return. It wasn't long before he returned to the porn-lit room, his dick hard and bouncing between his legs, with each step. "You need to prick a finger, boy!" He sounded excited. "I've not done one before, Sir," I told him. "That's okay, I only did one when I started chasing, too." I stared at him. I didn't expect him to be a chaser, let alone a successful chaser. I was dumbstruck. The bear grabbed my hard dick, pumped it once and shuffled closer across the bed to me. "Don't be so shocked, boy. How do you think I got pozzed in the first place? It wasn't an accident," he said, almost whispering into my ear. "How do I do it?" I asked. I realised instantly that I wanted a series of tests to spread out in a time line. Within a couple of minutes, I had done my first home HIV test. We had pricked my finger and the man helping me had sucked my finger after squeezing a drop into the plastic strip. "Thank you, Sir," I said to him, leaning in for a kiss. "You're welcome, boy," he said, as we broke apart. "We'll do another in a month or so." He was rubbing our dicks together again. "Does your hole got another round?" I practically jumped at the suggestion. I spat downwards, at our dicks and grabbed his, rubbing the moisture around and down to his pelvis. "Yes, sir." I murmured. I pushed the man I'd met that evening onto his back, climbing onto his hips and lined his dick up to my loosened hole. I sat back, reaching out for the poppers on the bed beside us. I moaned, feeling a stretch to my already abused hole and lifted back up. My hole started to relax around his thick cock again, while he grabbed the brown bottle and uncapped them for me. The bottle was lifted to my nose. "Inhale." I did. "Hold." I did. "Release." I did. I rode him for all I was worth, my hole screaming to me that it'd had enough. "Knock me up, Sir. I'm ready for another load," I moaned. I wanted the next test we did together to show two red lines. I wanted to know that the second line was his. "Give it to me. My hole is yours, Sir. Please poz me," I begged. "You're mine, boy. Don't you worry. I'm marking that cunt, boy," he growled. I rode him, rubbing his chest and leaning in to kiss him while we spoke to each other. "You enjoying my risky dick, boy?" "Fuck yes, Sir. I wanna risk it all. Breed my cunt with your poz dick. Give me your risky load!" I ran my hands up his belly, over his chest and pushed his arms up. I leaned down into his armpit for the first time, taking a deep breath through my nose. I loved it. Musky odour filled my nostrils, making my dick even harder than it was. "Fuck, Sir. You smell so good." "Yeah, you like that? A day's work and no spray? Pig!" He grabbed my neck and pulled me back down for another whiff. I breathed in deep. again. "Good, boy." I continued to ride his dick while sniffing his pits, my dick leaking on his belly throughout. I was enjoying the verbal, his body odour and his dick in my sore hole. After a while, he grabbed my dick. "We're gonna cum together, boy," he said, pumping me. "Tell me when you're close, I can blow any time." "Tell me you're poz again," I begged. "I'm poz, boy. I'm HIV positive. I'm not taking medication. I'm not on meds. I'm infectious, boy. My load is at risk of converting you." He said, thrusting up into me. I wasn't riding him anymore, he was fucking me and working my dick at the same time. I moaned, unable to do much more. "Yes. Yes, Sir. I'm not on PrEP," I manaeged. "Fuck yes, boy! No meds, no PrEP." He was shouting. "No rubbers. No fucking protection. Take it! Take it! Bug chasing cunt. Take it!" His final thrusts timed with his words, left me slumped on his sweaty chest. "Thank you," was all I could muster. He guided my legs down, alongside his own with his hands, held my back and rolled us on to our sides. Coaxing my head up off his chest, he kissed me. "I'm so glad you came," he whispered. "Thanks for coming over." "I'm glad I came, too," I replied. "Good. You should stay the night. I don't have to get up in the morning. Will you stay?" He asked. I nodded against his shoulder.

I did. Found out later that im highly resistant to most viruses but have had to process my survivors guilt. I mean i got bred down by so many guys who are no longer with us it’s crazy

23 years ago I was so horned up and couldn’t get enough pussy. I ended up on some porn sites and saw some gay porn. It aroused me as that was the first time I’d ever seen any. I ended up on an old site called men4sexnow and there was a local guy to me. He was 14 years older and offered to suck my cock. I drove over to his house and he was very nice and relaxing. He gave me the best blowjob of my life and I cam so hard. Immediately I was embarrassed and angry at myself. I left and tried not to think about it. I lasted two weeks, I was back at his door for another, then another, and another. This went on for a year and I fucked his ass several times. I blew him a couple of times but didn’t really appreciate it then as much as I do now. Now I go out of my way to be available for young curious men.