bearbandit

It's still all in separate .docx files because I know there are places where the spelling is off or I've used the wrong name: I'm literally posting within minutes of finishing a chapter. I need to create a summary file just to remember what's happening - I'm getting sick of opening individual chapters to check things! The story's got a bit to run yet for my own satisfaction. Loose ends, thoughts and fucks I want to tie up and insert. But yes, I'd be really grateful for help with editing it all into something a bit more solid than it is at present. I definitely intend trying to get it published...

Pozdaddy 19 Although it’s not so late, I agree with Ken and Bill that we’ll review the filming tomorrow. “One of you boys get me a large whisky to take to bed”. I go upstairs, relieved that it’s still warm enough that I can just flop out on the bed. Pozboy brings me my drink while Dave worms his way in between my legs and begins licking my dick. After my second sip of Jack, Pozboy asks “You okay Dad?” “I’m okay: just a bit done in. Even the way we do it, single take, real sex, it’s fucking exhausting at times. And remember: I’m the old guy” turning it into a joke. Dave looks up and says “yeah, but you’re our guy, Boss, sorry I mean Sir....” “Dave, the name “Boss” obviously means a lot to you: I hope you have good memories of the men you‘ve called Boss in the past, because it’s what I expect you to call me.” “Boss, Sir, thank you Boss” the rest is lost as he fills his mouth with my dick. “You okay with that?” I ask Pozboy. My personal opinion is that any Master who doesn’t check in with his boys from time to time, especially on the big decisions, is a bloody idiot. Just because he’s your slave doesn’t mean he can’t think. I reach for my whisky but Pozboy gets there first and hands it to me. I drain the glass and hand it back to him. “You know, I’ve got a wound on my cock that isn’t getting any better – maybe it needs two of you....” I stretch and flex at the feeling of both their mouths on my dick. The cut is still painful but doesn’t appear to be bleeding any more. Not that it matters now. Without benefit of laboratory access and expensive machinery, I’d bet the house on Dave having got pozzed tonight if not before. No, it’s time to set Dave free for what he wants, I know damn fine he’s pozzed, The rest is up to him, whether he stays here or moves on. I reach down and grab them both by their collars. “Pozboy, you’ve waited weeks for this: fuck him. I want to see the sort of sex you’d do for the camera, but it’s going to mean more because it’s only your Dad, your Boss watching.” They’re on the floor by the bed. Dave rolls onto his back and his legs are straight into the air. Pozboy positions himself between Dave’s legs and I watch him relishing the sight of the boy giving his asshole away yet again. Pozboy positions his disk so it’s just pushing gently at Dave’s ass. He holds still. I can see Dave’s dick hardening, the pulse in it. He somehow manages to wriggle forward to impale himself on Pozboy’s dick. Fuck, I wish the camera was to hand: the expression on Pozboy’s face as Dave’s ass envelops his cock. In his time with me I’m pretty sure he’s never felt an ass so filled with cum. “All that cum wrapped around your cock: it’s all mine. One fresh, maybe ten or eleven thawed out. You like that Pozboy?” “Fuckin’ hell, of course I do, Dad. Love the feel of him dribbling it out, now I know why you like fucking me when I’ve taken a few loads. Dad, please? I don’t think I can do this slowly. The little fucker’s really working on my cock. Please Dad, I really need to cum...” “Not until he does.” Pozboy grabs Dave’s dick and while he’s pressing as far up Dave’s ass as he can reach, he working Dave’s cock. He bends right over to get the head of Dave’s cock in his mouth while he carries on wanking him. I see the cum pulsing its way up Dave’s cock, the first spurt coating Pozboy’s ‘tache and beard. “You bastard!” he yells as he starts cumming, his head thrown back as if in triumph. I’ll never tire of the sight, the sound, the smell of men fucking. My dick is so hard it hurts. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed now: “get your asses over here.” They start to clean themselves up as they shuffle over to me. “Stop that: I want the pair of you stinking of sex, wet and sweaty like the pigs you really are.” Pozboy goes down on me immediately. I get Dave standing up and bending over. I take a handful of cum from his belly and smear it over his ass, then I’m pushing it into his hole with my tongue, letting it mix with rest, savouring the taste of the mixture of cum and ass juices. Fuck, but there’s so much in there... I suck a little out and pull Pozboy’s face up to me to push it into his mouth. We trade it back and forward while Pozboy holds onto my cock, then I spit it back up Dave’s ass. Decision time: Pozboy’s mouth is too good and I’ll never get Dave’s ass onto my dick in time. So I’m pumping out cum into Pozboy’s mouth with my mouth all but clamped to Dave’s ass “Just don’t swallow” I say, “it’s Dave’s last load for the evening”. Pozboy holds me in his mouth washing my cum around my dick as me hardon slowly falls. He does the best job he can of cleaning my dick without swallowing the load he’s just received and is soon at Dave’s ass, adding the mess of cum already there. “We’re not taking risks: I want that hole plugged. Dave starts to move but I stop him “and I’m not taking the risk of you dribbling: Pozboy, get Dave’s overnight plug.” As Pozboy heads for the cellar, he tweaks Dave’s tit and briefly kisses him on the lips. Dave nods at him – a small gesture I wouldn’t normally notice. Doubtless I’ll find out what’s going on soon enough. Pozboy is back in a couple of minutes with not only the plug, but a pair of glasses and the remains of the bottle of Jack. He carefully slides the plug into Dave. “And when did you become the bar manager?” I ask. “I’m sorry to presume like that Sir” (I like it when a boy is capable of thinking and acting independently if he thinks it’s a good idea) “but I thought another drink might be a good idea. You see, me and Dave, well, we’ve been talking...” “Dave and I” I correct him without thinking. “Yes Dad, sorry. Dave and I have been talking.” He hesitates as he pours three glasses of Jack and holds one up to me “May we?” “Well it’s out of the bottle now, you little fuck. So what have you been talking about. Dave?” Pozboy is a bit thrown by my switching focus, but remains silent as I have a sip of the drink he’s just handed me. “Well?” “Boss, the past few weeks have been great and I’ve really enjoyed them...” “But?” “Boss, I don’t want to go. I can count: it’s been long enough since there was any truvada in my system, I’ve got an ass full of your cum, and a bit of Mabon’s too – sorry, Pozboy” he corrects himself, remembering Pozboy’s dislike of his first name. “If I’m not poz now, it’ll be a miracle. It’s what I want. And I want to stay with you Boss, and with Pozboy. You’ve taught me so much about sex, Boss, and I’m trying to learn how the business works too, Pozboy’s been showing me on the laptop you set up for him to learn. There’s nothing in my old life I want to go back to. Please Boss...” I suspected this might happen, but hearing it is a different matter. I’m kidding myself if I try to say that it’s a surprise. I’m just surprised that it’s happened quite so soon. But then I think back to Pozboy’s comment about “a brother he can fuck”. Hell, if I just ran into him in the bar I’d be getting him in the fuckroom. A slow sip of Jack gives me another moment to think. “You realise that it’s not all parties and fucking here – your need to get pozzed has altered things these few weeks.” “Understand that Boss. I’ve been a demanding little fuck – ouch” I clip his ear: my little idiosyncrasy that I don’t like them swearing outside of sex, even though I swear like a trooper at times. “Sorry, Boss. For cussing and for being so demanding.” “In case you didn’t notice, Mochyn, we’ve both enjoyed you being here,” and in mock dismay I turn to Pozboy “shit, what is it they say? Bring in a stray: name it, and you’re lumbered.” “More seriously, I’ve barely got used to Pozboy and me being seen as a couple. A triad is more work.” “Boss, are you saying what I hope you’re saying?” “I guess I am. Just don’t forget that up till a few months ago I lived alone and we’re all going to have to make this work.” I put my glass to one side just in time: both boys lurch at me to hug me. What the fuck have I let myself in for? We’re all three lying the bed; I’ve got an arm around each of them. “I’ll order your dress collar tomorrow, Dave. One of you go put the lights out.” Pozboy goes, and returns just as Dave asks “Boss, what does Mochyn mean?” Pozboy smirks: “Pig.”

Interesting ideas, guys... Please keep them coming. I'm approaching this from the angle of PrEP (even if we don't have it yet), serosorting, test and treat, and treatment as protection. Since I'm training charity volunteers, and presenting as an individual, rather than a representative of the charity I'm involved with, I think I can get away with Tiger's comment ("some guys see it as...") My job isn't so much to direct as to illuminate, which means I'm going to end up saying some things that they're going to find pretty unacceptable. Thirty years ago I pushed for Switchboard to specifically mention BDSM in its constitution as another aspect of human sexuality (the right-on lot hated me for that!). On the other hand, I'm going to be clear that in my view the most cautious guy involved sets the agenda. Thank you for the ideas - I'm just putting the bones of the evening together right now and hope more of you will help with a little more meat

And available on Kindle - just bought it. The reviews read well. Thanks for the tip-off.

I could use a fuck like that right now!

You could always try asking him if "just this once" he'd indulge you and fuck you on your back. Put a pillow under the small of your back: he'll probably be surprised at the extra depth he can manage. Good point, Firefighter, about some married men not wanting eye contact: I always prefer to fuck face to face precisely because of that eye contact. Well pretty much any kind of sex I prefer to have eye contact. A recent guy found my head harness and left the blindfold on. I really missed being able to look up at his face when his pissed in my mouth. Thankfully when we switched he took the harness off when I fucked him.

It was a silly season outrage story earlier this year - my best guess: someone sold an exaggerated personal story in order to get the money. The tabloid press loves this sort of story and you can make money from it. I'm a volunteer with one of the charities mentioned in the report. To the best of my knowledge the only reason for their outrage is that their funders demand it: the training session on barebacking that I'm doing later this month I'm doing with the full support of the charity. They already know that I refuse the use of condoms. Well, there was a guy last month but I'd have done practically anything to have a dick that size in me and even then the discomfort of the condom was only just compensated for by his fucking technique!

Well all I can say is "thank you": you've proved to me that there's someone here who's capable of being a bigger idiot than me. Boys (and I use the term advisedly) take it private... You'll only regret it if you don't

That wasn't a complaint - it was advertising!

Okay, I said it to your ex, now I'll say it to you: show a bit of dignity. Grow up and act like a man. The two of you: get a room and fight it out or fuck it away. Don't embarrass yourselves with this bitchfight. Krystle and Alexis did it a lot better than either of you could ever hope to.

Hot story... and er... guys... I'm ginger (except for the grey bits)...

Fuck, but that's good writing!

In three weeks' time I've got a ninety minute training session to talk about barebacking to London Lesbian and Gay Switchboard and people from other sex-related helplines in London. I intend talking for about half the time then taking questions from the floor (a dangerous tactic, but it's worked for me in the past - even though I say it myself I can do a good job of putting over edgy subjects). I've already asked several guys here if I can quote parts of their messages for this: I want to present a "well, the guys I know think..." session rather than an "I think..." session. So what would YOU want me to be saying to these charity workers? I was a member of LLGS for most of the eighties and their Training guy is a dear friend of mine: he couldn't find anyone closer to London who he trusted to do a training session who'd publically admit to barebacking, such is the politically correct disapproval. But then I was the one (oh my fucking gods!) thirty years ago who turn up to business meeting on a Sunday, not having been home to change from the night before and covered in interestingly acquired bruises... I'm working on the outline of my presentation now - any help you guys come up with, things you want sexual health advisors to hear, gratefully received... Confidentiality: if I quote you, you'd be "a guy I know" or "another guy I was talking to": not even your screen names would be mentioned. The few quotes guys have said I can use I can't even remember who said what because I've not included the names in the text file and my memory is shit! Thank you in advance... Steve

Revisiting this thread after seeing new posts. Fuckboy, that's a brilliant line: truthful and profound. I'm due to be presenting a training session for London sexual helplines on barebacking in a few weeks. May I borrow your words?

An easy answer is go read "Pozdaddy" in the bug chasing story forum. I think I'm channelling all my top energies into that: right now I think of a bikers' meeting place like Box Hill, just south of London where I used to spend many a happy Sunday window shopping bikes and men. (And occasionally me and my partner would pick someone up at the Coleherne in London and stop off at Box Hill before heading off somewhere more private for sex.) The fantasy has me in full bike gear, much like my avatar, but chaps, no jeans. Full face helmet with a rope to tie me to a tree, rope handcuffs, and my ass available for use, piss and cum running down my legs...

Shakes hands...

Dignity, my mate... I know I lose my temper here every now and then, but all it means is having to apologise for being a cunt and so on. I understand your frustration and anger: last guy I was seeing regularly turned out to be a lying pisshead (as in a litre or more of whisky per day), but we kept the arguments private and after eight or nine months we've even managed a civil phone call. I've done the public message thing like you just did, and it honestly doesn't do you (that's a general "you") any favours. What I try to do now is to prepare the text of a message like that in a text editor, save it, and read it 24 hours later to see if I really want to shout it all out to the world, send it as a private message, or simply not send it. Sometimes pride is like cum: you just swallow it...

My body's 56, and my mind is about 35. I've almost always gone for guys older than me. Recently I've been hooking up with guys about ten years younger and my eyes wander to younger yet, though generally over thirty. But then last night I ended up in a very BDSM conversation with a guy I've known for a few months who's only 25. Completely not my type: he's slim and smooth (but at least has some muscle) but I really want his ass...

I agree with what the others have said, but I have one reservation: a negative test result only means that he didn't have detectable HIV at the time of testing. The instant he's out of your sight from the clinic - who knows? That's why I think in terms of guys being poz or status unknown. I remember in the seventies cruising the waiting room of the clap clinic: nothing found, let's fuck. Try and tell me I'm the only one here who's done that! If you're exclusively top then, yes, that reduces your risk considerably. I have a horror (despite my Pozdaddy stories) of passing on my little passenger. Right now my viral load is undetectable and I'd feel okay about getting fucked raw by a guy who's status is unknown, even though I tend to serosort and only fuck with other poz guys. In the UK it's reckoned that about 25% of people with HIV don't know they have it, so you're probably, almost certainly, safer with a bottom who knows he has HIV and is on meds with an undetectable viral load.

I'm next in line for that one! He doesn't look so dissimilar to a fuckbuddy of mine...

Yeah, you're right: my apologies to xx808. There are times when I've got a filthy temper (red-head Celt?) and I was in more pain than my drugs cover yesterday. Should have kept my mouth shut... Sorry, mate.

That's not what I said at all: I made a joke about my own prescription drugs (about 30 tabs a day) and it so happens that I have an undetectable viral load. My observation was to point out that a lot of poz guys find the phrase "drug and disease free" offensive. If you want to offend people, go right ahead: just don't kvetch when people tell you they're offended. And I'm here for much the same reason: the fun, the fantasy, talking to friends... I just try not to offend people.

Oh fuck... what's that mess in my jeans?

I still don't understand the American health care system (or how you guys put up with it!) but that sounds like a bargain to me...

Sir, I thank you. while I recognise the problems of poverty in the Phillipines and elsewhere, my primary charitable allegiance has to be to my fellow travellers on the HIV road, the reason why I never claim expenses for travel meetings and so on (and believe me, any meeting is going to involve travelling from where I live!). I just don't like to see people getting ripped off which is why I started t he thread in the first place: it just didn't "feel" right.