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7 minutes ago, Sharp-edge said:

An interesting way to call yourself. At first I didn't enjoy bottom as well, I was a versatile dude. But I always felt that I needed at least a couple of guys to breed me despite not liking it that much, I needed the cum to take the seed.

I have learnt about "sides" on a gay discussion group. They talked about some men who for whatever reason aren't not into penis-anus penetration - including people with whatever disability or, for example, who had a relationship being both total bottoms. 

And, why not, folks who having HIV were afraid to use their sexual organ thinking it was a danger.

Let me say "liking men and licking men" has allowed me to grow up in sexuality twice. The first male-on-male experience, and the first after-pozzing encounter. 

19 minutes ago, Sharp-edge said:

you're right about that. I think the journey begins with licking. It's the tongue that pushes through

I proudly label myself as "side-versatile" (anal is not the only phase of an erotic encounter).

When he started playing with his tongue on my ears, than neck, nipples, I was in heaven but when he began licking my hole I was his.

Same I did with my bf, he was labeling himself "straight" before. My current partner. As soon as my tongue accessed his hole, I had him. "I just turned 53 with dozens of women left behind, and know nothing about sex", he said. Now he's 55 and we still have the world ahead!

You start by liking men, then continue your journey with LICKING men, and then... 

Seriously: my attraction for males started when I was 11-12, I assumed it was the affection for my stepfather and how coldly my biological father treated me. Then at 16 I had my first fake-boyfriend (just cuddles) until I turned 21 and it started by using my tongue on a man's body. The guy who's 20 years older than me and we are still friends.

3 minutes ago, DallasPozzible said:

I assume you know about nifty.org. I’ve been reading stories there since the early 90s.

And I love your writing!

Nifty? I heard about it but did never browse it - I'll take a look!

You love my writing? Well, now I have less time as I'm busy into another non-sexual writing project. I can't disappoint my best friend.

But anyway... I count on finishing my story before American elections!

Believe me, writing about the villain without hate speech or violence, is such a challenge for me!!!

5 minutes ago, tallslenderguy said:

Cool discussion.  

i don't watch often, and never the professionally produced stuff. i go to Squirt (used to go to xtube) and watch the stuff recorded by real guys vs staged.  For me, the pro stuff is off-putting and i always feel like i'm watching a production vs being a voyeur lol. 

Porn is definitely supplemental for me though. If i am regularly getting the real thing, i don't need or want it. Usually an expression of extreme hunger by the time i get to watching porn. 

As an aside, i got to thinking about those who prefer reading stories and wonder if the guys who go online and engage others in erotic conversation to get off (often aka "flakes") are engaging in a form of porn? 

Even when i watch porn, i more often than not edge to it. i don't like to masturbate to cum, it leaves  the physical part of me feeling released, but the psychological side of me is disappointed.  But i can edge for hours if i am doing it to be horny for a real Man. The ultimate for me is to not cum, but regularly receive a Tops orgasm, and hold off on my own so i'm always at a high pitch need/desire for His desire, cock, orgasm.... i think it's because that's the most profound bond/connection that i feel with a Man, and everything else feels watered down or compromised.

I can't talk in general, but about my own experience: I love reading stories, have erotic conversations with guys here (I joined this site for the purpose), sharing fantasies with other people with my same kinks... But I have a satisfying sex life with my partner. And yes, erotic material whatever it is, can be an inspiration for me (for us) to explore new fantasies and understand what can be turned into real desire and what can stay as a fantasy.

Lucky me that this site has many discussions about several points of view, then even extreme stories with extra-chemmed / super-infected and so on...

But let me say that at least for me these stories are like spices on food: someone uses them with tasteless meals, in my case they're to strengthen something already tasty.

And, overall, talking about some kinks with guys here, has helped me a lot to overcome prejudices and self-stigma. 

43 minutes ago, bareback-flipflop said:

This is exactly what I also enjoy reading gay sex/porn stories. Funny but writing a story especially documenting a real story (which means reliving the fun) also makes me horny, sometimes I have to beat off during writing. 

I need them like air - I found one called "gaydemon" which I have as alternative to breedingzone and I'm looking for others...

Then about videos, I go to barebackbastards and anyone can guess which tags I search for! 

Once it was Twitter, someone here has told me twitter has still some good gay videos there, but now X, no let's call it xshitter, is full of 💩 around.

"trump was already there and we survived", "not scared of project 2025"?

Talk for yourself.

I am white. I am European. I should be the one not to give a damn on what America's politics will go? But I'm scared, instead. Scared because those laws and campaigns Trump has, in the long term will affect all over the world: HIV research and awareness, women and LGBT rights, people with disability's rights...

And not to forget that most technology we're using is American, regardless of the countries we live in. 

Our tech's "soul" (namely servers, protocols and so on) are American. And, in the best case, out of America we have Chinese stuff with China even less friendly about inclusion, than us.

Here in Europe we have many far-right politicians starting to bust our balls...

I personally don't label myself "leftist", I don't feel represented by extreme positions. But I really don't understand how some gay, some black, some people with disability as well... are spitting in the face to everyone who in the past and present struggle for everyone's empowerment and inclusion.

Self-punishment maybe?

If I do not judge "self-punishment" practice in sex, I do judge them when it's done through politic choices which go against our own rights; and I judge them because their choices create a damage to entire countries.

If someone wants to deny HIV, deny our rights, or even climate change... Free to think what you want but on your own bed. Do not push forwards politicians with your WEIRD ideas.

Rather than watching, I prefer reading (I am an author, after all); reading gives me the freedom to guess sounds, environment's temperature, smells, passion between characters involved... Work with my fantasy together with the writer's.

I enjoy reading erotic/porn stories daily...

Inspite of my creative writing teacher's recommendations: "porn will distract you, students! Place a timer on your watch so that you give yourself a limit".

Yeah coach, no worries, I'll do. Trust me...

LOL

On 8/11/2024 at 5:00 PM, rapazsolitario said:

Nice start 

This story is super hot! Hot weather makes me fantasize of having YOU in the pool.

Me having pozzed you in the pool...boy...

I love it, an experienced guy guiding the unexperienced straight one...

The first foreplay session was very very similar to the one I had with my formerly best friend, now boyfriend. Except for the G-factor, there it wasn't needed as we already were emotionally close and trusted each other.

I was waiting for them...

On 7/18/2024 at 3:33 PM, str8mature5 said:

Well said PozTalkAuthor !

I'm so scared, just yesterday I read a terrible news about Utah: approved law obliges school to PHYSICALLY DESTROY some books and, they aren't "porn" books at all! They talk about "non-traditional" love, different gender and equity in society, one even talks about a serodiscordant relationship between two teen boys...

It seems they even have a registry of banned books.

[self-censored hate speech] I'd better bite my fingers or I don't know what comes from there!

I hope people really start to protest, because books and Internet censorship is the introduction to totalitarism.

Not to seem ableist for what I say, but can people be so blind in their brain? Those powerful minorities are using children as an excuse to kill world's freedom.

I have sort of hope though, that this one of destroying/burning books has been kind of provoking behaviour, a fake news. But knowing Far Right's madness I fear it's true.

Needless to say what Far Right has done with olympic athlete Khelif.

I am in a place where I have not so much privacy and I read this; my member just became hard and it hurt under my clothes.

I use to read sexy stories like yours, fully naked. Just in case... Keep on writing.

And now it's Chris's turn, I guess!

It's like when I wrote "leaving room" instead of "living room" it was the first story I wrote here.

Freudian slip then, I was exhausted, just one day before leaving for vacation. Or when I wrote "I'm giving you a bug" instead of "hug".

Shit happens LOL

Chapter 6: survival challenge

HIV's perspective

Bugdom, 2050
As the naive virus I am, I have always wondered why humans are so stupid; they can love each other and live in peace, but prefer self-destruction through  wars and still stand here worshipping a jerk who screams and threatens them with death if they don't behave the way he wants them to. 
But how do they do it, after all the world has been through! Back in that distant November 2032 I saved them from the apocalypse, and they are still convinced it's thanks to their president to have covered their asses. 
I have been trying for seventy years now to make them understand how important it is to have a sex life, because if no human makes love anymore, I won't survive either. All the more so now that humans are now composed of only 1 percent flesh and blood, and for me to find a host these days is a stroke of luck: out of fear of me, the few authentic humans instead of reproducing themselves have preferred to build new beings using the materials of their destructions, and the few cells of their poor dead. 
Here is one, among the few 100 percent flesh-and-blood humans, crawling on all fours on the stage and with a flag stuck up his ass. “A traitor's skin,” the president shouts. “I have eliminated my only son!” 
In reality, the Prince is 80 percent human and does not have the president's DNA, but that old genius who knows everything didn't even notice! It was I who made Albert faint, who allowed his skin to come off easily. But to the man of the world who has reached 100 years, I am just a virus in his service. I should be a weapon for his army, but I'm not game! 
That day, however, the boy I had saved just in time acted ungrateful. 
“The HIV virus has a conscience. And it is protecting you through me and your parents until you are ready for the status upgrade.” With what courage was he revealing everything to Elias? No, I couldn't let him do that. Not at that moment. I caused a violent coughing fit in him but it didn't seem to be enough because he kept talking about me to that negative human as if nothing was wrong. 
“HIV, listen to me,” Albert called my name and I ignored him. Until to provoke me further, or perhaps to arouse Elias, he began to twist his nipples between his fingers. 
The right one to stretch his cock, the left to spread and squeeze his ass on command. 
Meanwhile, from the big screen and the speakers on the cage ceiling, the old human president kept ranting: 
“Me, I have overcome AIDS, my citizens. I have survived a nuclear war even. I'm not afraid of anything anymore.”
“I'll show you what fear is,” Albert shouted and stood up, his erect penis facing the monitor that continued to project images of the presidential rally.
“DON'T CUM,” I ordered him. But it was already too late: Albert's ejaculation was so violent that it shattered the screen with a shower of glass that, by a whisker, did not hit Elias.
“THEY SHOT ME IN THE EAR,” complained the elderly president; by now it was impossible to see the images, but the dictator's screams and curses could be heard loud and clear. “WHO OF YOU SHOOT,” he shouted; ”I will make you bastards pay!”
But instead of being worried, the crowd began booing and spitting at him!
“I'll take care of you, Greg,” slave Scotty tried to appease his boss. “I will bring you the negative boy as soon as possible!” 
Time was running out now, Elias and his parents were going to be in trouble because of Albert, and it was up to me to sort it out.
“I told you not to cum,” I warned him but Albert's attention was all on Elias.
“You do not command me, obsolete HIV,” he confronted me; ”I am a programmable gifter and I convert who I want even without you. Elias and Scotty are mine, you old failed virus! You will become extinct sooner or later...”
How ungrateful. I save his life and he betrays me in the worst way! When Adrian and Sharon gave birth to Elias I had sworn I would never kill again, but Albert gave me no choice: too high a stakes, and the responsibility for the survival of the human species is mine alone.
I watched Albert collapse to the ground and drag himself, growing weaker and weaker, into a corner; despite years having passed I still knew how to reset an immune system and death was a matter of seconds. Not mine though; within a few hours I knew I could count on a much better host than him.

----

Father's perspective
“Oh my God, Gifter,” Sharon shouted from the hallway; ”I heard a thud...from the cage...”
I did not immediately pay attention to her, caught up in a conversation on the phone. Since the police were made up of robots and I was the only human, any excuse was good for making trouble for me. Especially the story they were telling me.
“I'm not buying it,” I replied to my interlocutor. “No way the president could be shot in one ear!The president! To hell with you and false alarms.”
I hung up and grasped my service pistol for a while. “I'm going out, Sharon,” I said addressing my favorite bug chaser. “I'm going to... finish the job  others have started...”
She ran toward me and took the weapon out of my hand, “Go to see Elias, what the fuck! Let our HIV take care of the president! Set our son free, Gifter.... Please...”
Stymied, she threw me a set of keys and pushed me toward the hallway, “Until Elias is positive, I no longer exist for you. From now on I sleep on the couch and you eat supermarket canned goods, understood? When our boy's fever rises, then, we'll consider sex again. Maybe.”
I love her for one reason, she always knows how to get what she wants and break down my indecisions! I could only obey her, so I walked up to the cage where I had locked Elias as a punishment a few hours earlier.
As soon as the lock clicked and I opened the door my son came crawling out toward me, incredulous and in tears. 
“I had found a friend,” he cried. “And now he's dead because of me...” He pointed his finger toward the corner where a pile of inanimate wreckage lay, covered by a layer of fake leather.
“Come on, honey, come on,” I addressed him with a big smile. “That's the cleaning robot! Mom must have forgotten to charge it and it turned off. Never mind, now come with me and let's celebrate your 18th birthday properly.”
“His name was Albert,” Elias continued to cry on my shoulder; ”and he had the organ generating life... Like yours. Big and it had liquid coming out of it! So much! He said I made him excited, I don't know, horny, what does that mean...”
I couldn't hold back my laughter: if all he needed was the cleaning machine spraying detergent to get aroused, he was in bad shape! And I had to make up for it. Definitely.
“If you come with me I'll teach you,” I encouraged him; ”it's time for you to become a man. A real man, and you'll get my gift.”
“I don't deserve it! Scotty at first, now Albert... I... I lose all friends.... Because I am, I am, an electron.”
“Soon you won't be any longer,” I thought but avoided saying it so as not to agitate him further; he sobbed in my arms and I held him tighter. I could have kissed him right away but it was not yet time. “Enough,” I whispered to him. “Now be quiet, it's all over. I'm with you.”
Inevitable to remember when I uttered the exact same phrase many years earlier. He was an infant and his blood was being drawn; he was screaming and crying poor baby, as a nurse stuck the needle in his arm. The same one who shortly thereafter coldly told Sharon and me that our son was healthy and we would have nothing to worry about.
She used that very word, “healthy,” and it took me quite a while to understand that she meant “HIV negative.” “Damn,” I thought; ”how could this happen!” And instead of humoring Sharon who wanted to convert him by breastfeeding him, I made my decision. “It's all over,” I told him; ”it will be all right my baby.” In his teens I had him on Prep telling him they were vitamins, and we avoided talking about HIV status especially when we began to see his young sperm on his sheets. 
Every sex education book and site was outlawed, and I, a policeman, did not want to put myself at risk or intrigue him too much because bringing him closer to certain experiences was solely my duty. 
Only when I felt he had calmed down a little did I take him by the hand and lead him out of that cage into which, I swore, I would never let him enter again; with another key from the set I opened the metal door on the opposite side of the hallway, the same one that for his entire life I had forbidden him even to look at.
“The hall of secrets,” he exclaimed, staring into the large bedroom into which I was slowly leading him. My confident, seductive fingers caressed his innocent hand and he shyly responded to the touch. “I won't bite you,” I urged him. “Come inside!”
We closed the door behind us and I had to try very hard not to push him against the wall and get inside to impregnate him like an animal. That, however, was his first time, and already for months I had been preparing the bed that was to accommodate his last negative blood and semen.
“What a huge mattress,” he exclaimed as he laid his hands on the bed; I could not tell him but it was the same one in which 19 years earlier Sharon had lost her virginity, negativity and we had conceived him. Three successes for me in just one shot.
His innocent but curious big eyes were fixed on the nightstand, where I had placed some unlabeled bottles and a sealed toothbrush.
“Wow,” Elias lay on his stomach and looked into my eyes. “Do you mean that from tonight I will sleep here?Will I also have the bathroom to myself? Yes, if so I want to become a man!”
I had to count to 10 and breathe deeply, his virgin, firm ass nicely exposed was making me lose my mind but I should not lose sight of my moral values; so I lay down beside him and, slowly, stroked him on his back.
“You are beautiful,” I whispered to him as I tried to use my tongue on him. From his ear, to his neck, I covered him with kisses all over his body and quickly realized that he was not turning me down.
“Dad, what...” I laid a finger on his lips; “no, Elias. You are becoming a man, and among men we call each other by name.”
“Adrian ... Adri ... it hurts me down there! Get the metal off me!”
I addressed  a mischievous grin at him; that was what I wanted, to get him excited but not allow him to use his penis until he was positive and fertile.
“Now we're going to cuddle, OK? You have to be patient, to become a real man you have to earn it.”
“But cuddling is for kids, I am...”
This time I couldn't hold back and stuck a finger in his ass. Damn how tight it was, and Elias tried to push maybe hoping to get me out, but only getting it to widen and I went in with another finger as well.
“Just a faggot, other than a little boy. A bug chasing faggot and I treat you as such!”

Super hot! Knock him up good!

You did it again! Continue this, keep on writing!

And even the other one "the call" we haven't yet understood if main character converted his gf

Please @Gor213 come back to this one!

So fucking hot...

Gifter's honor is to lick all his chaser's last neg blood clean! 

Such a strong connection they have, and the bond will be even stronger in a while I think.

4 hours ago, hntnhole said:

It's interesting she has not mentioned any religious affiliation, beliefs, etc, (that I know of, anyway) nor should she.  Religious beliefs are a private thing, and should only be evident via that person's behavior, if evident at all.  No one automatically has "quality", "value" via mere religious beliefs (or lack of them). 

What counts is what they do.  Harris has a long history of bringing the unjust to justice, activity in progressive causes, and if that's a result of some religious beliefs, fine.  She  doesn't need to broadcast her religious beliefs (if any); it's what she's already done and can therefore be expected to do in the future that counts.  

To my mind, Kamela Harris exponentially outclasses the other side (which, admittedly, is not a tough task). 

I totally agree. 

Think of Italian prime minister for example. She's the first prime minister woman, and her campaign is by screaming "I'm Giorgia, I'm a woman, I'm Italian, I'm Christian" - and against the fake "gender theory", against LGBT community... 

And her opponent, Italian-swiss woman, screams back "I'm a woman, I'm not a mother, I love another woman"...

But WTF! 

This is NOT politics IMHO. Can I say it though, from all what I hear about US elections, I never saw Biden or Obama or now Harris, scream and claim their private "belongings".

The one who screams is Donald.

Yeah, please, go on with it! We all are in need of new dirty stories!

24 minutes ago, hntnhole said:

Well said.  Sometimes a business-owner has to do a bit of legwork to find the "right" person for whatever position he's offering, but if it comes down to two "finalists", two people that can reasonably be expected to perform well, the job should go to an underrepresented/underprivileged person. 

That was my practice for many years, and I never had so much as one reason to regret it.  Talk is cheap; it's what we do that counts.  The "problem" employees were always the ones that felt they were "entitled" to more than their work-product allowed.

Yes, it's the same way of thinking I have; choosing the "underrepresented" must consider their performance as well.

But in politics, like in this specific case, their background is very, very important - and for "background" I mean culture, family, way of think and reason...

Harris is in politics for years, she has many religious points of view in her family, so this SHOULD indicate or at least hope, that her politic agenda respects everyone without looking at just one idea (christian rather than other).

On the other side, I find Donald Trump a dangerous fanatic.

Never that! Never vote, hire, promote ... someone only for the fact they belong to [random underrepresented group]

it would be the other side of discrimination (NOT vote/hire/etc... for the same reasons).

If Harris shows to have good political agenda and, overall, gets enough votes, she'll be president. 

I could tell you about many many women voting for "the first woman prime-minister" and the disaster she's making around...

I say nothing else. 

1 hour ago, floodedslut said:

It is romantic. He made me his.

Definitely an unbreakable bond. Poz is for LIFE, even better with the right guy