Pozzing1
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I don't understand the desire to get pozzed
Pozzing1 replied to btmdad's topic in What's It Like To Be Poz?
Sorry for my English, I was not a good student. On reflection: 1. Even though we know about the risk of cancer, people eat fatty foods, drink alcohol, smoke, do little sports and rest. 2. We had COVID and people refused to be vaccinated or quarantined. 3. Why do some people with cancer choose not to have treatment even though it would prolong their lives? Every person is different and we have a hard time understanding other people's decisions. About me: I have a small penis, I'm shy, I'm gay, and I have a quiet voice. From a young age, my parents ordered me to shop, cook, mow the lawn, etc. If I disobeyed, I got beat up. My parents were never satisfied. I was brought up to serve, not to resist, and never to decide. I felt insecure and fearful. At puberty, the first perverted sexual fantasies began and I longed for their fulfillment. I started going to dark rooms and places like that. When I set my ass up, I was beyond a star. The comdome wasn't used. The drier the sex without respect, the more I enjoyed it. Somewhere inside I longed to be something different, exclusive. Someone with a big cock or muscular, with a good figure, etc. I long to get all the venereal diseases. It's infected in my brain. The idea has haunted me for 20 years and I'm always excited about it. If I become HIV+, I have maybe 10-12 years left to live. But happy, fertile and drug-free. Maybe I'm already infected, I don't get tested. This group of people have similar desires and mindsets, they understand these feelings. I thank them for that. -
I apologize for my English. I was not a good student. When I was 15 or 16, I had my first hard sex with an older man. We met at a disco and went to his hotel room. He had different tastes in sex (hard sex, bareback, gapping, spanking, CBT, piss). He raped me all night long. In the morning I was tired, my ass was properly stretched and torn (blood), I was beaten (bruises, abrasions - spanking, CBT), his cum all over the place (also in my ass and in my tummy). In the morning he threw me out of the room, I ran home crying and half naked in my torn and bloody clothes. It was my first hard sex and it was amazing. I knew I was gay, I wasn't a virgin anymore. But then I found out I was also a faggot and a pig.
