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I agree with BiAggieGuy: last time at the HIV clinic I asked about low testosterone levels. Consultant's first question was "do you wake up with a hard-on?" My answer was "no", so he agreed to a testosterone level test. It's becoming more and more clear that HIV (if that's applicable to the original poster) affects metabolic processes within the body and it's difficult to imagine that testosterone production wouldn't be one of them. Even without HIV, guys have different "normal" levels. Kamagra, by the way, is just viagra under a different trade name: it's still sildenafil citrate....

Or to borrow from John Preston's Mr Benson: "looking for rawTOP" or "looking for rawTOP?" The difference a punctuation mark can make!

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Thanks for the rant Tattpig - with you all the way. There was a blog recently (can't remember who wrote it) "Your mother liked it bareback" - hell, my mother stealthed my father: I'm here because of pinholes in condoms! The presentation is primarily aimed at gay helplines, so given that barebacking is in PC terms way beyond the seven deadly sins I expect a lot of pearl clutching - while knowing that a substantial number of male volunteers will know the address of this this site, and be very studious about clearing out their internet history!

Pozdaddy 23 “Boys, I won’t lie to you: I hit lucky. I was in treatment for a while and I seemed to stabilise, which is how Dr Sandra knows me. I went through a period of not wanting any treatment, to see how I managed by myself. You were both chasing: maybe I should have talked you out of it but I didn’t, or at least I failed to. We all make our own decisions. Today I recognised that my luck was running out which is why I’ve got the pills. You’ve got them because as long as you live here you’ll accept that I know best. Speaking of which, pass me a bottle.” Three pills in my hand, one for each of us. “One each lads – iechyd da” I swallow mine and wash it down with Cava: the boys follow suit. “Not so bad, huh? Pass that satay...” One of the joys of Chinese food for Westerners is that it’s intrinsically messy. Dropped bits of rice or noodles, the sauce that dribbles off before it reaches your mouth has to go somewhere. In the case of Pozboy and Mochyn, over their bodies. They relax and have fun cleaning each other up, even to the extent of forcing spills on each other. Their ease with each other is a delight, both emotionally and pornographically. I’m lying on the middle of the floor when I say “For future information boys, this is the only way I like sweet and sour sauce. Don’t let it get to the carpet...” I pour the remainder of the sweet and sour sauce over myself, starting at the base of my neck, diverting to each nipple and continuing to my dick and balls. It’s a ridiculous situation, but one I hope will take the boys’ minds off the day’s events. And all I have to do is react to the sensations of their mouths across my body. Nothing like a bit of body worship to improve the mood. Of course all the extra sugar in sweet and sour sauce helps (I swear I’m the only guy in the entire British Isles who doesn’t like the stuff). We get to the point where I’m complaining that they missed a bit just behind my right ball or in my left armpit before we settle down with the remainder of the wine. “So, boys, talk... no limits.” Pozboy starts: “Ain’t your fault Dad: I chased like crazy. It was a living fantasy till today: Dr Sandra implied these pills are for life.” “Yeah: for life, as in keeping you well till you have a heart attack in your nineties or “the old man’s friend” or whatever you’re down for. The medication kills what HIV it can find and keeps the rest locked up.” I poke him gently “I’m still in there somewhere, no matter how many pills you take.” “So, Boss, we’re all infectious now, but with the pills it’s like we just have an extra little passenger, but not enough to make a difference?” “That’s about it... In a month or two your blood will show only minimal traces of the virus. You’ll be shooting blanks, pretty much the same way as a guy who’s had a vasectomy. But that doesn’t mean that you’re immune to other infections. You can explore online about them. The one thing I refuse to share in this house is STIs. You’ve both seen the toys: I can and will force chastity on the boy who brings syph, or gonorrhoea, or anyone of a number of infections into the house if he doesn’t co-operate.” A pause... “Lecture over, and I don’t want to have to give it again... Back on planet Earth, boys. The drugs work fast and somewhat unpredictably. This is the last night when we can be confident of a successful breeding, so we’re each doing the others. Pozboy, get the cellar ready: you might need the halogen heaters for a quick blast of warmth. Open a new bottle of poppers, have lube handy, and have beers ready. I expect to find you in the sling” Pozboy disappears downstairs. I turn to Mochyn and ask the simple question “Well?” “Dunno, Boss... Like you said the reality is different to the fantasy, and like you said I fuckin’” he flinches from a clip across the ear that isn’t going to come “begged for it. Got what I wanted, might have been a bad choice, but it also got me you and Mabon. I don’t have to worry about getting it from a stranger and I’ve the two of you. Even if it wasn’t you that knocked me up, I trust and respect all the guys I’ve been with since I came here. Comes to a plus in my twisted little head.” “Even if it wasn’t me, I intend leaving you with a piece of my DNA in you tonight. And vice versa. C’mon, Pozboy must be getting lonely down there, though if I know him he’s wanking...” First thing I do on entering the cellar is turn the heating off – it’s a bloody sweatbox. Pozboy is lying in the sling, having managed to restrain his legs, he’s even managed to restrain one wrist. He’s shitfaced from the poppers and says just the one word “Please...” I’m rubbing my dick over his face while Mochyn is teasing what looks to be a very well lubed ass. Pozboy gasps as Mochyn glides in as through over six or seven other loads. I’ve no intention of coming in Pozboy’s mouth, so I let him play with my dick in his mouth, almost challenging him to make me cum, and pulling out whenever I feel remotely close. Mochyn, on the other hand, is going for it: each thrust in pushes Pozboy further back and therefore further onto my dick. Staring at Pozboy’s body in front of him, every visible muscle tensed, Mochyn cums deep inside Pozboy’s ass. I pull free from Pozboy’s mouth, tell Mochyn to clean his dick in Pozboy’s mouth and slide into the perfection of Pozboy’s ass. Mochyn’s cum adds to it, covering inflamed tissues with its smoothness as Pozboy grips my cock and starts milking it. At first the thought crosses my mind that Ken should be here to film it, but no, this is too personal, too emotional a scene. It stays between the three of us. I’m watch Pozboy enjoying the sheer pleasure of having a dick in his mouth while Mochyn plays gently with his nipples. Too much... One more deep push and I feel my entire being moved to my groin until the only places in the universe are my dick and Pozboy’s asshole. He clenches down on me and I cum... I’m leaning over Pozboy, careful to rest on the leather of the sling catching my breath as Mochyn goes round unshackling him. He puts his arms around my neck and uses me to lever himself upwards so he’s facing me. Once he’s standing free. We kiss deeply with Mochyn holding us both. Pozboy breaks the kiss and heads for the fridge. Holding three beercans he asks, ”Dad? Mochyn?” before throwing the cans over to us. “Pozboy?” I beckon, and open the can immediately in front of him. As I expected he gets soaked in cold beer. “Never throw a can like that unless you’ve got a fetish for beer showers. But I think there’s a young man leaning over the bars that would appreciate some attention from you.” I squat down momentarily and take the length of his cock in my mouth, leaving some spit behind and tasting his precum – he was pouring it out of him as he was getting fucked. “Don’t think you’ll need any more lube...” Mochyn is standing leaning over, using a middle bar to support his belly, holding on with both hands to keep his balance. Obviously a favourite way for them to fuck – you learn something every day. I hold the poppers up to Mochyn’s face and he sniffs greedily before letting out a huge groan and Pozboy buries himself balls deep in Mochyn’s ass. Mochyn gestures to me briefly and I hold out the poppers again: just c couple of belts this time. He pushes my hand away and as I’m putting the cap back on the bottle he clasps my hips pulling dick towards his face and grunting every time Pozboy hits home. I’ve had gentler blow jobs, but Pozboy is taking no prisoners this time. I see Mochyn reaching for his own cock: “No you fuckin’ don’t. I’m having that when we’ve finished with you. I own the pair of you and that includes your dicks. Feel that up your ass Mochyn? It’s only there because I say he can, and fuck, don’t you want it, cunt? I can see from his face the way you’re trying to keep him deep in your ass, except you’re enjoying his balls banging against yours too. Not mention the fact that you’ve got your Boss’s dick in your mouth. But you’re not going to make me cum with your mouth: I’m getting into your ass as soon as Pozboy has finished, riding over his cum. You want that, cunt? ‘Course you fuckin’ do.” Poppers at his nose again. Five belts: I want him flying. He’s got me hard again in record time. “You want Pozboy’s cum in your ass? You can fuckin’ work for it. Without his cum in your ass I’m not fucking you. I want you nice and open and sloppy.” I step away and get the poppers to his face again. “You want Boss’s cum, you take your brother’s. I’m not hearing how much you want it...” I move around so I’m standing behind Pozboy: each time he pulls back he’s getting a bit of cock in his ass as well as me playing with his tits. Pozboy starts to cum and I move closer so that with each withdrawal I right inside him. I give him a few minutes to come down before moving him out of my way. Mochyn whimpers at the sudden space in his ass, which I quickly fill. Fuck knows how much cum Pozboy left in him: even at that first push in, I can feel the cum trickling out, and I know well enough how much Mochyn can hold without dribbling. Pozboy holds the poppers for Mochyn. “Like that, Mochyn? One dick straight after another... Living up to your name, boy, aren’t you? I like a boy who’s honest about what he needs. That’s right clean up Pozboy’s dick. You want your Boss’s cum in your guts?” I’ve got my arms supporting him so I can hold him closer as I whisper in his ear. “What you want has gone out of the window, boy, you’re getting it... now.” I clutch him to me as I lose control, my cum spurting into his ass. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare cum: not yet” I whisper before we part. Pozboy is there almost immediately there with our beers. Shit, but I need a drink. I don’t usually talk that much when fucking and my mouth is dry as hell. Mochyn is coming down from the poppers, doing the deep breathing exercises I taught him when one time he had too much. I recognise that swagger: Pozboy is going to be either the nightmare pushy bottom, or a damn good senior bottom/junior top. Mochyn hits earth again and positioning himself between my legs, cleans off my dick. Then he crawls closer, lifting my legs onto his shoulders, maintaining eye contact all the time. “Please, Boss, will you let me...” “Mochyn, I want it. Very few guys get into my ass, you’ve got my DNA in you: I want yours. Simple as that” Mochyn’s reply is to push his dick into my ass. “Boss, so hot inside, never knew you felt like this. I’m sorry, Boss, I’m not going to last long. Just want to give you a fraction of the pleasure you’ve given me. Boss I need to fuck you. Going to go crazy in a minute, Boss. I really need to cum, and if you’re sure I have your permission...” I nod, that’s all it takes for him to be thrusting wildly, out of control. He holds my ankles in the air and I have the luxury of the muscle-show together with the anticipation of his cum as he fucks me. As he cums his face looks as though he’s fighting against it even as I feel the increased pounding and his cum spraying inside me. As the spasms cease he waits a moment or two before Pozboy pulls him away. He’s showing off tonight (I make a mental note to have a punishment scene sometime soon). “Go on, give him some poppers and make him clean your dick.” The cellar contracts into the guy sitting over my face and the one up my ass. As I suck Mochyn’s dick clean I reach around to grab Pozboy’s ass and pull him further in while working the muscles of my ass as hard as I can. “No, you bastard, stop it. For fuck’s sake stop it. No, please, Dad, please let this last...” the rest is lost in incoherence as he cums. Mochyn stands up and I stretch like the proverbial cat. “Clean it up tomorrow, lads. Right now I want to be in bed with the pair of you....”

Pozdaddy 22 After the initial welcoming of Mochyn into what’s become a family, things settle down: we’re seriously behind with work and I’m cracking the whip, so to speak (I’ve never had the aim right for a real whip – I much prefer a flogger), to get orders up to date. I pride myself on our reliability as a company on prompt delivery of quality stuff and I’ve let that slip as I’ve been integrating Mochyn into the house. We develop a routine by which Pozboy is dealing with the outgoing post, I’m dealing with the orders as they come in and Mochyn is looking after the house and putting in an hour or two a day learning our systems. There are moments when they think I’m out of earshot that I overhear them fucking; I deliberately gave them permission for that. Telling guys of their age that they can’t is the best way to get rid of them. Which isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy the odd quickie with one or the other, or even both. Just right now, though, it’s important to repair the damage we did to the business by being slow to update the site and being slow sending out orders. Occasionally the outside world does take precedence over sex. I’m also worrying about our upcoming hospital appointment. Mochyn’s got a double appointment: first and last, so he can get his results the same day. The boys see my pre-occupation and begin to wonder what’s going on. Finally, hospital day arrives. I say nothing about our destination until we reach the clinic. “I deliberately said nothing about this to stop you worrying. I’m starting treatment. Pozboy: if Dr Sandra says you need to start treatment, you’re doing as she says. Mochyn, you’re down for an HIV test and a followup after the results are known. Boys” I physically turn them to face me ”we, and I mean we, are doing this for our own good. I’ve seen in myself that I’ve gone as far as I can without meds: each workout is harder than the last, I’m more tired than I’ve ever been, and that’s not from trying to keep up with you two little fucks. Sandra’s word is law. Even for me.” We don’t wait long before we’re called into Sandra’s office. “My, Poz, you been collecting?” she grins. “What can I be doing for you three?” “First off Mochyn.... Dave needs an HIV test – that’s why he’s got a second appointment booked, so you can give him the result and explain his options. Mabon and I need to talk meds.” No need for Sandra to know Mabon’s other name, I thought. “Okay... Your notes say Dave, but Poz calls you Mochyn: which do you prefer? I’m guessing Mochyn... It sounds Welsh and I’m not going to ask for a translation” she smiles. “You got it, Doc” Sandra writes a form out and hands it to Mochyn “Take this to the nurse, who’ll take a sample of blood, and do the basic obs – blood pressure and so on, then come back here. I’m presuming, Poz, that that’s your plan, to have all three of you together?” “You know me too well, Sandra.” “Not well enough: I think we should be meeting up every three months and this is the first time I’ve seen you in a year. No matter: you’re here now and I can bully you,” Smiling, she winks at Pozboy “He’s a pussycat when you know how to treat him right, though I expect you know that better than I do.” “Mabon” switching her attention to focus entirely on Pozboy, “your numbers after your test I’m not happy with. I’m going to take another set of bloods but I want you to give serious consideration to medication.” Before he knows it, he’s holding out his arm for bloods “No sense in whispering: Dad what do I do?” Sandra remarks drily “I take it that’s not a blood family relationship you’re describing. And before you make any smart comments, remember there are two ways to take blood and I need some of yours too.” She doesn’t start to giggle until she’s finished with Pozboy’s arm and he’s holding the cotton wool over the puncture wound. “Poz, I know you: even if you don’t visit as often as I’d like. When you turn up with two young guys I can figure out what’s going on... Right, which vein am I aiming for?” She draws blood and Mochyn reappears with a piece of paper in hand. He sits down next to Pozboy and I hear the whisper “Shit, it really fucking happened” as he clutches Pozboy’s hand. He’s half relieved, half terrified. Sandra finishes with me and I’m holding cotton wool over the puncture. “Okay guys, this is for all three of you. Mochyn’s come back positive too. Obviously we don’t have numbers yet. Would I be right in thinking you’ve got a three-way relationship going?” I nod “Thanks for the honesty, Poz – you wouldn’t believe some of the bull I hear in this room! Poz, you’ve said you want to start meds, Looking at your numbers, I think eviplera is the best choice – I don’t like efavirenz. Mabon:” his attention jerks away from Mochyn ”I think it would be a very good idea for you to start meds before your immune system takes any more hits. How do you feel about that?” “Okay, I think. And if Dad says I should, I will...” Sandra grins again: “and Dad’s word is?” “Law” I reply, smiling – such a relief when the medics are on your side and show it! “If I’m taking them, you are too, Mabon.” “And I wouldn’t normally do this, at least not until I’ve got more numbers to crunch, but intuition tells me that it would be sensible for you to start on meds too Mochyn. You okay with that?” He looks at me as though he’s incapable of making the decision for himself: the shock of what he wanted and the realisation that perhaps he didn’t want it after all. “I think we’ll go for a full house, Sandra” She looks at Mochyn and then at me. “Okay... all three of you on eviplera and I want to do more bloods in a month’s time. On all of you.” We all stand up and the boys are first out of the door as Sandra hands me the prescriptions. “Don’t worry: we’ll look after him. And before you ask, yes I’ll make a four week appointment for the three of us. Your life is going to be hell, lady!” I wink. I send Pozboy off to collect our prescriptions, and keep Mochyn with me while I make our next appointments. Even when chasing, the shock of diagnosis can be pretty severe: a fantasy coming to life isn’t always as appealing as it was when it was just a fantasy. It’s not long before Pozboy turns up with our meds “they tried to explain all sorts of shit, but I told ‘em you’d know about it, Dad. I let slip your nickname and they knew exactly who I meant.” I have an arm around each of them as we head for the car. “So how’re you boys?” Pozboy answer first “I guess I knew that drugs were inevitable. Just a bit of a shock. Makes it more real.” “I dunno, Boss. Kinda frightened that it really happened instead of being a fantasy, but I liked the way Dr Sandra saw us all together, knew what was going on.” “You both got what you wanted: what you begged me for. I did my best to put you off, but you persisted. Regrets?” Silence, which I choose to ignore. Doubtless I’ll hear of problems individually in the next few weeks. “Okay... a heavy day: we send out for food tonight. You know what I like: work out a menu... If it’s Italian, loads of pepperoni, if it’s Indian, a madras, if it’s Chinese, a satay. Up to you guys...” The atmosphere in the car lifts and there’s a definite argument over the fast food leaflets before tea is ordered. “Boss, we eating in the living room or the kitchen? Just want to know where to set up...” “Living room tonight, I think. More relaxed, which all three of us could use.” I get a bottle of Cava from the fridge, unsure whether it’s celebration for Mochyn or commiseration. I feel energised, having finally taken the plunge and admitted that I need chemical help to keep going. And I fear for Pozboy: for all his need to be pozzed, he’s not taking the idea of meds very well. But his viral load is way out of control – the meds will take care of that, but how will his attitude to taking the meds change? I’ve seen a number of chasers regret their decision when their dreams come true. I can only wait and see. Bowls and chopsticks in the living room give the meal choice away. I like it: there’s something sensual about using chopsticks, lifting food up to drop in someone else’s mouth. Somehow more orgiastic than other cuisines... The meal arrives and is paid for. I hear the master key turn in the lock: generally the boys’ signal that clothing is now optional. Sure enough, they’re both naked as they bring the paper bags through and start laying out the meal over the coffee table. I take their nudity as their request for honest talk and so get rid of my own clothes. It’s easier to sit on the floor and lean against the furniture as we eat. “Boss? I know I wanted it, but with medication it scares me silly” Pozboy joins in with “Yeah, how have you managed all these years?”

Pozdaddy 22 - an explanation... Not much sex in this one - I had to split a chapter in two to fit the message length rules as I understand them. You've probably gathered by now that what I'm writing here is the first draft of a novel. In fact it's become the novel I started writing quite some time ago: I stupidly sold the copywrite to the short story that would have been the novel's first chapter for a pittance and so can't post it here. Anyway, chapter 22 is important to the novel as a whole and even though it's not really one handed reading, for the sake of completeness I'm including it here.

Physiologically, three or four days is about the maximum: after that it just gets re-absorbed into the body. Any bonus you feel after those three or four days is pretty much psychological.

I've only ever taken a fist once (co-incidentally from a guy who I gave his first fist a few years previously), but its the most amazing feeling, isn't it? I didn't bleed any more than I would after a rough fuck - I tend to bleed easily anyways. I didn't have much gas - in fact I remember we went to the bar the following day for our usual Cigarmen meet and no-one noticed anything unusual besides a bloody great smile on my face! Listen to your body: don't get fisted for the sake of it, or while your shit-faced (that way lies trouble). When you find yourself checking out guys' hands and that certain twitch in your ass, that's when you're ready...

How many top guys don't get off on sliding in over some other fucker's cum? How many bottom guys get off on taking as much cum as they can? I rest my case...

Ah Jizz... once a pervert always a pervert - you're living proof!

Several times I've had the next door neighbour come round to complain about the noise I make - kinda embarrassing to hear your own words quoted as part of the complain! Usually they've been stupid enough to think a fight was going on, but years ago when I lived in a commune, the room BF and I used for sex acquired a name plate: "The Shriek Parlour" (it was his room, and because of its position in the house easier to heat). We once got a round of applause from guys in other houses in the commune after fucking on the kitchen table (no blinds or curtains at the window and a very sturdy table - you don't get workmanship like that any more...

I knew there was a reason for my German accent fetish...

Pozdaddy 21 By the time everyone reaches the kitchen, there’s a deep Spanish omelette underway. Mochyn breaks his concentration long enough to say “Hi Boss, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to do some re-stocking for the kitchen this afternoon. Either Mabon” a slight grin “could give me a hand or I could go myself and get a taxi back: it’s going to take two of us to carry everything and both you and Mabon have had a drink...” Pozboy bristles. “Pozboy, that’s something to take up with Mochyn in private. You will not show me up. Food shopping we’ll sort it out after lunch... I believe there’s a bottle of Cava in the fridge.” Mochyn opens the wine and pours three glasses and hands them out before asking “may we?” At my nod he hands Pozboy a glass. “I’m sorry: I was just trying to tease you the way you sometimes tease the Boss.” After the meal Bill and Ken leave, but not after swatting Pozboy across his ass a couple of times each as a farewell. I’m pleased to see him melt into the slaps across his ass, as well as the fact that they get his dick twitching and I’m sure that’s not going to be the last time either of them wants to borrow Pozboy. “Boys, the pair of you tidy up in here and then get to the shops. If it’s too much for you both to carry get a taxi back. Use the cash card: the number’s 0157 – get twenty cashback for the taxi and so we have a bit of cash in the house. And don’t go mad! I’m going to go and sleep off that wine. Wake me when you’re back.” Once the boys are off to the shops, I hate myself for doing it, but I go through their things to check which clinics their last appointments were at and hit paydirt: we’re all at the same clinic. I phone and book us three consecutive appointments. Checkups for me and Pozboy (though I remember to refer to him as Mabon) and a test appointment for Mochyn,all in a couple of weeks’ time. I decide not to tell the boys until the day itself: I’ve read too much about the effects of unchecked HIV and I’ve decided that I’m definitely on meds. The boys can make their own decisions but I’ll be leaning on them. That done I stretch out on the settee and it seems minutes later that the boys are back and re-stocking the kitchen. A quick look at the clock shows I’ve been out for two hours. If it’s taken them this long I dread to think what they’ve bought. I wander through to the kitchen for the bad news. “Tea, Boss? Thought since we were there and had money for a taxi that we might as well do a week’s worth – saves time in the long run. Pozboy was saying that business orders were backing up a bit so I thought I could maybe help out instead of running out to the shops.” Bloody hell, the boy’s sure moved in... “Here’s the change from the twenty, Boss, and here’s the till receipts.” I glance at the receipts. “Impressively low. What are the chefs – yes, you’re learning to cook Pozboy – preparing for tea?” “King prawn satay do you, Dad?” “Good stuff. Get changed into indoor gear and off you go. You may request my presence when it’s ready.” I head off back to the living room, keeping an ear open for their conversation while I read. There’s a recurrent theme of “Yes, I know that’s what the recipe says but Dad likes...” occasionally countered with “that’s as may be, but the Boss is going to love this....” Eventually we get to eat: the promised satay, one of my measures of a good cook, together with kung po chicken, rice and Singapore noodles. “Would have done some beef in black bean, Sir, except we couldn’t find any beef that looked worth eating...” “Except at home” came the sniggering rejoinder. The meal’s over all too soon with regrettably few leftovers (who doesn’t love the cold leftovers of a Chinese meal?). “Leave the clearing up boys – my bedroom, now.” Not what they expected. When I get upstairs I find them in “at ease” position. “Strip. Now.” I begin getting rid of my own clothes. “What we’ve got here is a free for all – why we’re up here instead of in the cellar. Though if you’ve a favourite toy in the cellar you want to bring upstairs you’re welcome to do so.” I lie on the bed and stretch out “C’mere the pair of you” It starts with a simple hug, one of my arms around each of them. Pozboy’s seen my vanilla side before, Mochyn hasn’t really, so I’m not surprised when after a little mutual wanking Pozboy crawls up the bed to push his dick into my mouth. I clutch at his ass enthusiastically while working on his dick, marvelling as I always do at the structure of a cock. Feeling the pattern of veins, playing with bringing his foreskin forward and nibbling at it. Mochyn gets the idea of what’s happening and goes down on me, his fingers tentatively stroking my asshole. I reach to the bedside table and hand Mochyn a bottle of olive oil, which he takes together with the hint. I pull away from Pozboy and tell him to turn around. Fuck, but his ass tastes good. Good enough to fuck – in a while. Nicely hairy – I take a lot of pleasure in tugging gently at the hairs, then diving in deep with my tongue. Meanwhile Mochyn is just holding my cock in his mouth while his oiled fingers explore my ass. I feel myself falling into a rhythm whereby I’m getting my tongue deep into Pozboy then withdrawing to force my ass onto Mochyn’s fingers. Pozboy notices the little brown bottle on the table and takes several belts of poppers, before (I presume – I can’t see) feeding them to Mochyn. Pozboy is pushing his ass further into my face and opening up, while Mochyn sucks on my dick with renewed vigour and gets another finger in my ass. I push Pozboy off my face simply to be able to get the poppers up to my nose. As I inhale he turns around so he’s straddling me. Mochyn leaves my dick in favour of Pozboy’s ass. After five belts I can barely get the cap on the bottle: all that’s in my mind is mouth, dick and ass and the connection between them. Mochyn’s dick is pressing against my ass and as he slowly pushes in he’s got his mouth at Pozboy’s ass. Just as well there’s only one bottle of poppers else we’d all be too shit-faced to do anything. While I’m taking a few more belts, Mochyn is lifting my legs forcing Pozboy forwards so that his dick is tantalisingly close to my mouth. As I hold out the capped bottle to whichever of them wants it next, Mochyn pushes in deep, hitting the spot just right. The combination of being rimmed and sucked is too much for Pozboy and I’m clutching at his his ass to keep him from thrusting too deeply into my mouth as he cums. I retain what I can in my mouth, the rest dribbles down into my beard. Immediately he switches round to take my dick in his mouth. Mochyn is going for it now and between the force of his cock inside me and Pozboy’s mouth around my dick I cum, which in turn sets Mochyn off. There’s a pause in which we each catch our breath and clear our heads of the poppers. The boys, used to my being in control, act slightly bemused by what’s happened. Me, I’m enjoying the feeling of cum on my face and up my ass. Smug isn’t the word for it: I’ve got myself a bloody good pair of boys (not that I’d tell them that in a hurry). “Mochyn, clean my face up and Pozboy, you clean my ass out.” The combined action of their tongues at my face and ass leave me wanting much more, but knowing that that’s it for tonight. Lying back in that post-orgasmic dreamworld I say “and that was a special treat because I felt like a bedroom pigout rather than a playroom one. Don’t get ideas, boys...”

Shit happens. Guys catch HIV without intending to, frequently unaware that they got pozzed. Don't waste time looking at the (possibly unknowable) past: look forward and work out how you're both going to deal with this. I think the key sentence in what you say is "It was a relief to know I wasn't the one, but I am disturbed that my bf isn't honest with me." That's what the pair of you need to talk about.

I dunno... much as I'm opposed to shaving, holes with stubble (I'm talking at least a tenth of an inch here, not next day) have certain interesting qualities. At that length the stubble is capable of being a stimulant in itself, whether eating out or fucking...

Pozdaddy 20 “Remember the Pozboy collar you made for me a while back? How quickly can make an identical collar, but with the word “Mochyn” in capitals? Yeah, identical collar, just a different name. As quick as that? Fuckin’ brilliant, mate. See you in a little while...” I glance at the clock: I can be over at the shop to pick up the collar and be back before Ken and Bill arrive to review last night’s filming. Back upstairs: in my absence Dave and Pozboy have become intertwined on the bed. I whip the duvet off and they squint at the daylight like anyone else who’s had too much whiskey when they’re not used to it. “I’m skipping breakfast: you aren’t. I suggest a lot of orange juice. You’re also tidying the cellar and living room and having a shower. The pair of you stink of sex: and keep your hands off each other. Dave, you can remove your plug when you need to, but be damn sure to clean it. I’ll be back in a short while.” It’s a short drive to pick up Mochyn’s collar, which ready when I arrive. “Hey, Poz, you being a bigger whore than usual or are you opening an orphanage?” “I’m altruistic, but not that altruistic.... Besides you’ve probably seen him at the Anvil.” “Well, Poz, you sure have a talent for greed... Card or account?” I reach into my pocket. “Bugger: it’ll have to be account: left the cards at home. Damn – hit me up for a couple of plain collars too. You know I don’t like sending them out in their dress collars, and could use a spare, just in case...” “Okay then... See you soon!” I’m already half way out of the door as he speaks. I glance at my watch – just over an hour before Ken and Bill are due. The boys had better have sorted their jobs out. I enter the house to hear the sound of washing up. Good... I go straight upstairs and shower, then go directly down to the cellar. Before I enter I shout upstairs: “You two. Here! Now!” Within seconds they’re standing in front of me, each wearing boots, Pozboy his shorts and Dave a jock. Both wearing their collars. “Naked. Then come in.” When they enter the cellar I see that they’ve had the good sense to know that “naked” doesn’t include their collars. I feel my dick swelling as I tell them to kneel in front of me. “This is going to be fast and symbolic. Not much time before company arrives.” I lean forward and remove Dave’s collar. He looks panicked and unsure. I reach behind me and pick up the Mochyn collar. I hold the blank collar and the Mochyn collar in front of Dave. “Well, what do we call you? Dave or Mochyn?” “Please Boss, Mochyn” and suddenly he’s gripping my legs, halfway to tears. I fasten the collar around his neck and say simply “We welcome you, Mochyn.” I nod at Pozboy and he repeats the words. “Mochyn, you’re now junior boy here. You and Pozboy will come to whatever sexual arrangements that suits you, but those arrangements are always subject to my review and approval. You’ll work within the household and the business to the common good.” I grab him by his new collar “and you’ll do as you’re fucking told.” I pull him onto my dick and indicate that Pozboy join in. I note them reaching for each others’ cocks as they take turns at sucking my dick and washing my balls. It’s tempting to let it continue, but the pressures of time... I break away. “Boots the both of you, shorts, Pozboy, rubber jock, Mochyn.” I briefly consider the idea of leathers for Ken and Bill’s arrival, but decide to go barefoot with denims and singlet. Lets the pair of them stand out... Before long the doorbell goes and without hesitation Mochyn is on his way. “Pozboy – a bottle of wine rather than tea.” Ken and Bill come in: “Didn’t take you long, Poz” remarks Ken. “There’s breeding and there’s breeding,“ I reply. Mochyn kneels and kisses each of their boots as Pozboy enters with a bottle of wine and five glasses on a tray: I didn’t even know I had a tray! Bill sets up the DVD while Pozboy distributes the drinks. The boys sit either side of me and I move my legs so that each leg is against a crotch. Ken leans forward to read the name on Mochyn’s collar “yes, very appropriate...” he laughs. Being unedited footage the DVD starts with me and Bill fucking each other. Ken starts to fast forward but Pozboy injects “Please Dad, can we watch this scene?” The DVD is paused, pending my decision... “You saw it last night: as it happened and onscreen.” “I know Dad, but I really like it: dead horny seeing you and Master Bill going at it. And there’s that shot of you fucking Master Bill when he’s on his back and the camera’s looking up between your legs... makes me want to eat your arse out that shot, it does...” “Bill, Ken... up to you...” “I’ll do anything you want that Dad allows, Sirs...” Bill and Ken exchange a knowing look and the DVD starts from the beginning. Pozboy is rapt: I notice him playing with his hardon through his shorts and smack him gently. “Hands off, you just made a promise to Bill and Ken that I’m going to allow you keep. He’s yours, guys...” The pair of them smirk, knowing full well that I’ll let them do what they want. Shouldn’t make unlimited promises to guys you don’t know so well. He’ll learn. Pozboy moves over to sit on the floor between them. As we watch Bill and me banging each other about (it wasn’t a gentle fuck – never is with Bill) Bill and Ken take a nipple each and Pozboy is making gentle thrusting movements, never taking his eyes off the screen. Mochyn moves around to sit between my legs. He puts his arms around my calves and pulls them to him. As the scene ends Pozboy looks over and says “Thank you Sir” “Just remember, you asked for it...” Now the new stuff. It starts by concentrating on Bill, Pozboy and Pup. Pozboy sucking Bill while Pup rims him, By the time they’ve got to Bill fucking Pozboy with Pup sucking Pozboy, the focus changes and Mochyn is in the sling. Good shots of the frozen cum going up his ass, and good reactions from Mochyn, especially when I press my dick against his asshole and push in. Mochyn clutches my legs tighter and whispers “Shit, Boss, you really did it...” as though he’d dreamed the whole fuck. I ignore his language and take his nipples in hand. The poztalk comes over well – the others obviously keeping it as quiet as they could so as not to drown out the verbals. His groan as he cums is matched only by his triumphant howl as he feels me adding fresh cum to his ass. He’s near tears as he leans over to nuzzle and kiss my leg “Thank you, Boss... thank you...” Well, it’s not every day you get to see yourself getting pozzed. “Well, both scenes work for me, but then I would say that! What do you two think?” “Ken said on the way over they were damn good. I reckon so too... And I’m not saying that because I want to get this one” he grabs Pozboy’s collar “downstairs right this minute. Even though I do...” “Be my guest, guys. He asked for it.” Bill hauls Pozboy up by his collar and marches him downstairs with Ken following. I shout after them “Guys: no blood. It’s a bitch to clean up.” To Mochyn: “C’mon you. I think I’ll enjoy the show. You might too...” We wait outside the cellar door to give them a chance to get started. When we quietly slip in Pozboy is naked with Ken’s dick in his mouth while Bill is getting rid of his clothes. Both Ken and Bill have fascinated me since they first took me in hand all those years ago: Ken with his copious body hair and Bill with his ever changing, ever growing tattoos. I just lean against the wall to watch while Mochyn kneels at my feet. Naked now, Bill is playing his dick across Pozboy’s hole, keeping him occupied and giving Ken a chance to get rid of his clothes. As they spitroast Pozboy I feel a flash of nostalgia: I was there once. Could be again quite easily if I asked them to play, but I’ve learned a lot since I was there and it wouldn’t be the same, it would be play with equals rather than two guys teaching a brat a lesson. I move slightly closer to Mochyn so I’m standing over him and he rubs his head against my thigh, nudging at my balls. Ken beckons Mochyn over and says the single word “tit-clamps” which Mochyn hurries to get for him. He returns to kneel between my legs. I can see Pozboy straining to take Ken’s dick as deep as he can while Ken leans forwards and puts the clamps on. Pozboy tries to steady himself by holding Ken’s thighs, only to have a hefty slap across his ass from Bill. Again Mochyn is the gopher: a length of rope which Bill works into rope cuffs with the ease of an expert, not missing a stroke in his assault on Pozboy’s ass. Suddenly Bill is gripping Pozboy tightly, pulling him even further onto his dick, and for a few ten, twenty second holds still before groaning. I lean down and whisper to Mochyn “He’s getting a bit more than he bargained for: Bill likes cumming in his own piss...” I can see the odd dribble of piss escaping as Bill goes back to fucking Pozboy. He speeds up and as he begins grunting I can see the motion of the muscles of his ass as he dumps his cum in Pozboy. With a nod to Ken, he pulls out, warning Pozboy not to let anything out, pulls Pozboy off Ken’s dick and turns him around. Ken is straight into Pozboy’s ass while Bill forces his dick into Pozboy’s mouth with the words “clean it.” Pozboy’s dribbling more now: I can see the hairs on Ken’s legs matting down as the piss and cum mixture dribbles out. Before long, Ken cums adding to Pozboy’s difficulty in stopping the leakage. Ken pulls out and more leaks out. “Stand up.” Ken and Bill take a clamp of each nipple, quickly gripping the tit to stop the immediate painful rush of blood as it returns. More spillage. Pozboy gasps “Thank you, Sirs...” “Now all you’ve got left to do is clean up your mess” says Ken as Bill unties the handcuffs. Pozboy is careful not to miss any wet patch on Ken’s legs and takes especial care cleaning off his dick. “Now clean the floor up.” Mochyn is making it plain that he wants a mouthful, but I push him away: “you can wait... Go make a quick lunch for five.” He disappears upstairs, as do Ken and Bill, heading for the shower. Pozboy has licked the piss and cum mixture up by now. “Good boy. Take Bill and Ken’s clothes up to them and when they’ve finished you can clean yourself up and dump your guts. I don’t think you need clothes for the rest of the day. In the kitchen as soon as you’re cleaned up.” A pause during which he gives me his best puppy-dog eyes look. “Yes, you did well... now fuck off and do as you’ve been told.”

Information I got from THT's Health Trainer yesterday which was news to me... About 10% of guys who show up as undetectable by blood test have detectable levels (albeit low) of HIV in their semen. Of course, testing cum for viral load isn't routine (can you imagine the queue the the post of volunteer fluffer? ) However, integrase inhibitors such as raltegravir and dolutegravir seem to have the potential of suppressing resting infected CD4 cells, thereby lowering the risk of having a detectable viral load in cum. It's becoming evident that raltegravir, which is currently a twice a day pill may become a once a day pill, provided that it's taken with food (which slows its absorption). I must point out that this idea is not yet tested, so if you're on raltegravir (which is very gentle on the system, I've found, but hard on HIV), keep to the twice a day dosing until advised otherwise by your doctor.

Great stuff... Please keep the ideas coming. The more of you that comment the broader the ideas base and therefore the more authority I can speak with. Many thanks!

When I'm bottom I get very vocal, very loud at times, often goading the top into fucking harder, often using "no" to mean "yes". The harder he fucks me the less coherent I become. I've been described as howling when I cum. Reported conversation from one of the parties my partner I used to do: Guest: Is he alright in there? Partner: Yeah, it's just Steve getting fucked Guest: What the hell was that? Partner: He just came... I'm quieter as a top, but like to keep up a stream of filth/abuse

Some excellent points, fskn. PrEP is still in trial in the UK, but the general feeling is that conscientious adherence to PrEP (not missing more than one dose per month) is "probably" better than condom use. It's essential that the follow-up bloods are done: FTC is relatively benign, but tenofovir can be a bitch. Although there are only about 75,000 people in the UK in treatment for HIV, I personally know at least four who've suffered bone damage from from tenofovir, and more who've had to move to another drug because it looked like they were heading that way. Kidney effects: well, they nearly killed me last year (about 1 in 100,000 people get to this point). However, this data is anecdotal and comes from people with HIV: it's now recognised that HIV does cause metabolic changes, so it's not so safe to apply info from PwHIV to people who don't have it. I've been in treatment for 24 years and have a peculiarly fucked up system because of all the drugs. I have, largely through this board turned around from thinking that truvada PrEP is simply a proof of concept, to the point of view that it's a damn good idea, especially when teamed with treatment as protection - about 10% of guys whose VL via blood is undetectable still show detectable in their cum. There's a growing thought that guys on integrase inhibitors such as raltegravir and dolutegravir have a lower incidence of detectability in their cum since the integrase inhibitors seem to be able to reach those places other drugs can't. Best of luck.

I was masturbating at 11, but was at the same time, in my opinion, incapable of making sexual decisions. I wanted to, sure, but wouldn't have known how to cope with any negatives resulting if I did. 16 is reasonable. I think it's the Netherlands that has a policy of not prosecuting for under-age sex providing the age gap is no more than a couple of years (kind of "kids will be kids" policy).

And sober... I have a friend in hospital who got fisted while parTying, didn't notice the damage to his colon, was only impressed by the depth the fister had managed. Surprisingly he didn't get peritonitis, but instead developed a massive abcess at the puncture site. I can only presume that the original damage was so slight that leakage into his abdominal cavity was minimal. He now has an emergency colostomy and is out of intensive care. I used to fist quite a bit (small hands - good for beginners), but it's so long since I have fisted anyone I'd want a "refresher course" with an experienced bottom before I attempted to open someone new to fisting. In fact I'd rather turn it into a threeway with the experienced bottom there as well the first couple of times - this isn't a lack of confidence in my abilities, but rather a knowledge of the damage that can be done.

I love the way you make a simple game of cards into a "pervertible". Excellent stuff - very much looking forward to reading more!

Chief symptom I had was the seroconversion rash: pretty much unmistakeable now, but just an unexplained medical oddity when I had it... My first HIV medication ended up being calomine lotion!