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Cheers, mate... I was concerned that these "phantom admirers" might be running some sort of scam and wanted to warn others. As to the rest, well, you'll you'll just have to get your ass over to De Cymru and find out, won't you?

In the past four days I've had three guys claiming to be total tops wanting me as their property, one in Manhattan, two in LA. All well and good and flattering except I'm in Europe. Between the three of them they had posted precisely one post (the Manhattan guy). Strangely all three have posted at about the same time of day (between 1pm and 2pm GMT) with porn star looking avatars and minimal profiles. Anybody else had this "good fortune"?

Looking in from outside, I'd guess that this is nothing to do with politics and everything to do with the fact that most medical staff are run off their feet just doing their job as it stood when they did their first day. I spent three weeks in hospital in July of last year, nearly dying because of an obscure reaction to tenofovir. Once I'd got my mind back (one of the symptoms was essentially a type of dementia) I ended up running what amounted to in-service training with any medical staff who came into my room. Their knowledge was frozen in time. Even the ward sister, when I told her that the largest group of people being diagnosed in the UK today remarked that she didn't think that many women would attracted to druggies... No, dear, we're talking middle aged women who've been through the menopause and have tossed barrier contraception out the window because they don't need it any more. The UK's harm reduction policy has led to an HIV+ rate of about 1% amongst injecting users. No-one but my consultant and his registrar seemed to have any HIV knowledge that was less than five years old, yet I was seeing nursing staff pulling double shifts or split shifts with no time allowed to even glance at a medical journal...

Pozdaddy 16 I hand the now-empty whisky glass over to Pozboy and ask him how his ass is doing. “Bit sore, Sir, but nothing I can’t handle,” he says smugly. “I think you’re going to notice this. C’mere and sit on this.” He takes my dick in a single motion, which doesn’t surprise me the way he’s been leaking cum all over the bed. “Now lean forwards towards me.” He does so and I take hold of his nipples which have obviously seen a fair amount of action as well this evening. I pull him closer by his tits and he’s got his eyes closed. I’m using more pressure than I would normally this early on but he’s had enough not even to notice the usual starting pressure. His eyes are closed as he leans forward. I nod once at Dave. Immediately Dave is behind Pozboy whose eyes fly open as he realises that Dave is working his dick in too. Pozboy has taken enough cocks of varying sizes and is so full of cum that Dave has no trouble getting his cock alongside mine. “okay, boy?” The reply comes in the form of one long groan. I guess that means he is... I lay back and let Dave do the work, luxuriating (there’s no other word for it) in the feeling of Pozboy’s ass filled with so much cum and the relentless pressure of Dave’s dick against mine. And the sight of them: Pozboy, eyes closed bending over me gasping at the pressure in his ass, his dick straining and leaving pools of pre-cum on my belly. Dave apparently towering over him, hands gripping at Pozboy’s hips as he works his dick in what has got to be the sloppiest hole I have ever felt. It’s obviously getting to Dave as well: he’s tensing up and trying to catch my eye, wanting to cum. I decide he can wait a bit, and he slows his thrusting down until he’s barely moving, just the occasional tremor originating from his dick and spreading over his body. “Keep going Dave, just don’t cum yet...” “Sir, I can’t... if I move I’ll cum...” I haven’t got much room for manoeuvre with the pair of them but I manage a little, just enough to set Dave off. He forgets himself and starts going for it, which in turn sets Pozboy off. I lie back watching the pair of them, and Dave gradually lifts Pozboy off my dick. “What the fuck do you think you’re up to?” “I’m sorry Sir, I couldn’t help it... when you moved as well it set me off...” “Pozboy?” “Sir, slave to the moment.” “Pozboy clean up my” I started to say belly but realised I was drenched in cum to my neck “just clean me up. Dave, once he’s been over my cock, sit on it.” Pozboy is careful about cleaning my dick, not sure if he’s in trouble or not. Dave sits down on my cock “and you can clean Dave up too... Dave, I’m not going to move, but I am going to cum.” I lie back with my hands behind my head to emphasise to Dave that the work’s all his. Pozboy manages to spend a little too long on one nipple and gets his head steered around my chest to make sure that he does a proper job, finally pushing him onto Dave’s cock. Dave slows down as Pozboy takes his cock in his mouth. I raise one eyebrow and he’s back to fucking himself on my dick. Pozboy is taking his time cleaning of Dave’s dick until I clip his ear and tell him he’s spoiling my view. It’s taking a lot for me to lie absolutely still, but Dave needs to learn how to get me to cum without my moving a muscle. I watch his thighs, seeing the muscles tighten and relax as he lifts himself up only to crash down on my dick. Even with his eyes closed he seems to sense my watching him and starts putting on a show, leaning slightly forward as though he’s begging me to pull on his tits, all the while his ass muscles squeezing on my cock as he slides it in and out of his ass. I feel the nerves around my groin getting impatient, the feeling spreading down my thighs and up my belly. At the same time it feels like my dick has doubled in size and my breathing changes. Dave opens even wider and the muscles grip my cock. Point of no return, and he knows it. Holding my dick in him as deeply as he can he‘s got his ass milking me as though he’s pulling the cum from me. I manage to hold my hips still but can’t help the groans as I cum inside him. Pozboy looks at me and simply asks “may I?” and when I nod he brings Dave off with his mouth. I feel vaguely envious at being able to cum again so quickly but keep the emotion from my face. Dave leans forward and kisses me forcefully before Pozboy gets the same. I laugh to myself as I watch them playing with Dave’s load between them. “Okay boys, break it up... Dave, go downstairs and find the biggest plug you think you can hold in while you’re asleep. Pozboy, that bed’s a disgrace: sort it out.” I start towards the toilet and Pozboy follows me, looking hopeful. “The bed. Just for once I’d like the luxury of wasting some piss...” As I piss I do the same old mental arithmetic: Dave should be clear of truvada by now. Even though Pozboy gave me a top-up, Dave’s getting it from me. I can only hope he catches quickly: I’m not sure I can keep up this sort of pace, but then it’s the price of having two boys... And it looks like that’s how it’s going to end up. I must check with Ken tomorrow where filming is at for the next DVD. Hell, had too much time off the past week or so: going to have to spend the next few days catching up... I wander back to the bedroom where the bed is back to being clean and tidy, the boys standing at ease next to it. Dave holds out a buttplug to me. “Sure you can manage this?” “Sure as I can be, Boss” “Okay... but any leakage and you’re sucking the sheet clean.” I push the plug home and smile to myself as his dick twitches. Then I get into the middle of the bed: “In you get...”

If his viral load is undetectable, that's at least as good as using condoms (remember condoms still aren't foolproof: there may be a tiny hole in one, or it may split, or come off inside you). I tend to the position that the most cautious guy sets the limits. Basically it's the other side of the PrEP coin: instead of the negative guy medicating, the positive guy is taking the drugs: treatment as protection.

Looking through the page it's exactly the same product as viagra, just with a different trade name. Yes, cheaper than viagra, but they don't carry the caution which they ought to for guys with HIV who are taking protease inhibitors: the site suggests that you can take 100mg of kamagra a day whereas for men taking protease inhibitors the maximum approved dose in the UK is 25mg every other day. First time I used viagra at the 25mg dose I got the whole range of side effects including blue vision. Not so good when your riding a bike through the mountains of North Wales! When I take viagra I tend to take either 37.5mg (one and a half tablets) or 50mg (2 x 50mg tablets). I also make sure to take it a good ten to twelve hours after my ritonavir/darunavir, so I'm not at peak blood concentrations of the latter when I take the viagra. The problem is that the protease inhibitors pre-empt the processing of the viagra by the liver (they both use the p450 pathway whatever that is, but it's why if you're taking E's you should cut your dose down to a quarter or a third of what you'd normally take). If I've had 50mg of viagra one day I'll only have 25mg the next, which is still technically an overdose. Another thing I've found with the mixture of protease inhibitors is that I can stay hard all through a party, but I can't cum: if I take the viagra for an eight o'clock start, it's not until about four o'clock that I can cum - by that time all I want is a hole to fuck... Sorry to go on so much but most HIV doctors wouldn't give out this information, expecting instead that you keep to the prescribed limits. It's what I've worked out by experimenting on myself... Anybody else find cialis to be pretty useless?

PrEP is two of the drugs of a standard first line combination. The difference comes in that many of us taking the two drugs who are already poz may already have experienced a level of damage sufficient to make the two drugs no longer an option for us. It's why my general recommendation to someone newly diagnosed is to get on meds as soon as possible. HIV starts causing damage almost immediately and the sooner you can stop the little fucker, the better the chances of the drugs working.

It's any live yogurt you want: lactobacillus or acidophillus are the key words to look for on the label. Pasteurised dairy can make the diarrhoea worse but you need to stem the loss of gut bacteria to shorten the episodes of diarrhoea and improve digestion.

Other thing to try is a small pot of natural yogurt every day to help replace the bacterial cultures in your gut that the diarrhoea will be stripping away...

I had a wank within 24 hours of having my PA done, which was possibly a little early. Once you can piss without it stinging you should be ok to go. One suggestion I would make would be to buy a couple of new jocks so that you're not distracted by your dick moving around as you walk or whatever. Similarly, when you come to get your nipples done, wear a ribbed vest at all times (even to sleep in as this will hold the rings still against your body. I found out that these were a good idea the more painful way Be aware that nipple take a lot longer to heal than a PA does...

Thank you guys... I'm being perfectly serious when I say I'm writing for an audience and it's great to have that audience give me a bit of feedback. I've got a broad idea of where things are going, but sometimes this turns out in ways I didn't expect or intend (Dave wasn't meant to come back so early, but I needed his character there, hence Max's walk-on part a couple of chapters ago). Each chapter is only getting a rough proofreading before being posted, so my apologies for grammar, spelling and the occasional slip with a name. Glad you're enjoying it!

Remember also that there are a number of heterosexuals in serodiscordant relationships who would also benefit, especially women over fifty who form one of the biggest core groups of Daily Mail readers, as well as one of the fastest growing groups of people with HIV in the UK. Yes, PrEP is expensive, but even more expensive is keeping someone hospitalised and using increasingly expensive drugs. While I've come to accept PrEP, I still maintain that safer and cheaper alternate drugs need to be found, and that what we're calling PrEP today is really just a proof of concept - it'll do till something better comes along. "Knowing that 80% ish of people don't take it as directed"? and "This can't be calculated without more UK data." seem to be contradictory statements, especially when PrEP is only in stage 1 trial in the UK. The thing that we're forgetting about in all the fuss about PrEP is TasP: treatment as protection. If someone's infectivity, as measured by viral load, is reduced to undetectable, the need for extra precautions reduces accordingly. The Swiss statement may have applied only to observations from heterosexuals, but the detectable limit has dropped considerably since then and it is not unusual for guys with HIV to start treatment earlier than recommended in order to get the viral load down and so protect their partners. The mistake began thirty years ago when it was decided that the aim of HIV prevention was 0% sexual transmission, whereas for people injecting, a policy of harm reduction was set up, including the use of needle exchanges so that users no longer needed to share needles. The proof of the success of the harm reduction shows in the massive reduction of the numbers of (traditional) users with HIV. Policy hasn't budged from the 0% sexual transmissions target and has failed miserably. If the NHS are spending fuck knows how much money keeping me alive, that means the same money is keeping my viral load suppressed below the point of infectivity. TasP requires more honesty than usual, but with the PwHIV's health on the line, adherence is going to be much better: it's always easier to medicate an existing condition than it is to offer prophylaxis against a possible condition. Yes there are risks to this concept, but what doesn't carry an element of risk, however small? I used to use my motorbike as an example of that risk, and I suppose it still holds true. Instead of a pleasant quiet ride home from the nearest shop (9 miles away) I hit the 1 in many thousands chance, lost control of my bike and snapped my ankle in such a way that it's unlike ever to heal properly. My life changed, probably forever, in a second or two. But I chose to take the risk...

Pozdaddy 15 I spend much of the day on the sofa letting the boys take care of the daily routine. There’s a lot to be said for vegging out in front of a few favourite films. Mid-afternoon I call the boys in. Dave seems to be struggling to keep the plug in so I tell Pozboy to get him a full body harness from the cellar – the ass-strap will keep the plug in. “Dave: keep the harness on, but lose the rest. Pozboy: naked. And one of you go and get three beers.” I move to the centre of the sofa to indicate that there’s no disadvantage to being the one who gets the beers. We spend the next couple of hours watching The Fifth Element. A boy under each arm, a beer in hand, Bruce Willis in a vest (even if it is orange) – who could ask for more? Although I expect some attention from each of them as we lie on the sofa, I'm pleased to see the bond that's developing between Pozboy and Dave. It's beginning to look like Dave is going to be around for a while. I'm caught between hoping and presuming he will be staying with us. It's a relaxed, dare I say ordinary, suburban afternoon. After the film is over I send the pair off them of them off to sort out tea - what would be "dinner" in posher places. I doze off while the two of them are working at getting the meal together. Eventually the smells are too much and I wander into the kitchen to see what's happening. There's a lentil and bacon soup on the go, together with a lamb curry, with the excess fat being skimmed off at regular intervals (I hate meals containing too much fat), and a pile of vegetables chopped and ready for stir-frying. "it's nowhere near ready yet, so don't get your hopes up," says Pozboy while Dave suggests that I might like to catch up on some reading. I have the weirdest feeling of being a stranger in my own kitchen, grab a beer and go back to the living room, with the intention of picking up a book. They're out to impress, and I'm not going to stop them. An hour later, when I hear bickering coming from the kitchen I decide it’s probably time I did step in, only to find that the controversy was over the addition of an extra tin of chopped tomatoes to the curry “so we can freeze it and have it again in the week”. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Pozboy sound so Welsh... I don’t think they noticed me till I re-appear in the kitchen this time fully dressed. I check around the base of Dave’s buttplug to make sure he’s not leaking. Then I’m just sitting unconcernedly at the table reading the press. I notice an advert, and phone up about it: the local sauna doing a how many dicks can you take competition, so I enter Pozboy for it. A little compensation for the fact that my sexual attention is necessarily going to be focused on Dave for the next couple of weeks. And what neither of then know is that I’ve decided to go back on meds once Dave’s pozzed. I’m beginning to find myself slowing up a bit and want to take HIV out of the equation.Probably going to push Pozboy to go on meds too. His viral load is higher than I’m happy with and I don’t like what it could be doing to him. Once pozzed, Dave’s viral load will skyrocket, yes, but if he’s still living here we’ll decided between ourselves what the best course of action is. “Okay boys, how far are we from eating?” “Just the rice to do Boss” (I have to admit I like it when Dave slips and calls me Boss). “Yeah, I don’t want to hurry what smells like good cooking, but we need to be out of here in an hour.” Secrets don’t last long here. Within five minutes Pozboy’s established via indirect questioning that we’re going over to the sauna tonight, Dave is staying plugged for the evening and Pozboy’s basically got a free pass to get fucked as often as he likes... “It’s that daft competition they running, isn’t it?” “Well if it’s that daft we can have a quiet night in, if you’d prefer....” “I’d feel bad about disrupting your plans for the evening. I know Dave can’t do much at present, not if you’re gifting him, and I know you’ll fuck whatever takes your fancy, so I guess someone in the house has to show they’re serious about sex...” Nice argument, Pozboy, and I could drive a fuckin’ tank through the holes in it, but I let it go. Dinner, as delicious as it was, is over fast, with Pozboy practically threatening violence to get us out of the kitchen. “Okay guys, clothes: we have at least to get from the car to the sauna without frightening the horses. Pozboy: chest harness, worn cummy looking jock and the boots you feel most comfortable in. Chaps if you want them. (He does, going for leather). Dave, same harness, the butt plug giving you any problem? No? Good. I’m not made of money so you’re in the rubber chaps and jock. Whichever boots you prefer, though if you take my advice you’ll stick with the DMs. I’ll just wear my usual leathers. We’re out in company so dress collars and bring me your leashes...” An hour later we’re at the sauna and I’m signing the three us in. “Oh, if he‘s in the competition he gets free entry...” “Keep the money as a tip” I wink. The boys check in everything they’re wearing that isn’t sex related. I’m a little more restrained keeping my boots, jeans and harness. There’s a call inviting pigs to their sties: I look at Pozboy and say “that’s you matie.” I get him strapped into the sling and give him his first fuck of the evening: from now on everybody will be fucking him through Pozdaddy cum. As I cum in his ass I’m looking directly into his eyes and I realise that I do love this man. Not the most romantic of settings so I keep my thought to myself... Instead it’s a slap on his thigh and a wish for good luck... As I leave the sling area I see that they’ve put up a scoreboard and the load I left in Pozboy is already credited. I return to the bar area where Dave hands me a bottle. He’s leaning back on a bench so that the butt plug is on show as well as his package. I glance over at the audience he’s been putting his show on for and they just get a bit more discreet in their watching. They want a show? I give them one, first fucking Dave with the buttplug, then making sure he’s hard before biting on his tits. By the time I move up to his face to kiss him I pull the plug out to check the lube on it. Needs a bit more, so I smear some more around it and have Dave present his ass for the plug’s re-insertion. Once it’s in Dave moves round, keeping his ass on show and pulls down my fly with his teeth, then manoeuvres my dick out and starts sucking me off. When it gets too much I pull the plug from his ass and have him straddling me while I fuck him raw. I’m getting close and it feels like I can’t get in deep enough. All I want to do is leave a poz load in his ass. When I do cum I’m not quiet about it. The guys at the bar are drinking in the scene, the more so when I finally pull out of Dave and replace his plug. They look vaguely disgusted when Dave gets on the floor and licks my dick and balls clean. I really don’t understand the revulsion some gay men have about ass to mouth. And if they’re so disgusted why do they want to watch so carefully? I zip up and send Dave to the bar, noting from the scoreboard that Pozboy is way in the lead as Slut of the Month, having taken as many loads as the other three combined. “Why don’t you go take Pozboy a beer? The way he’s going he’s going to need it.” I raised my voice a bit to make sure the guys at the bar could hear me “Fuck him as well, if you feel like it...” I lean back watching Dave heading for the sling-room as the guys at the bar tut like jealous hens. Even over the noise of what passes for music I can hear the pair of them fucking: threats and verbal abuse gradually fading into pleas for more: The pair of them know how to play to an audience. After fifteen minutes or so, Dave returns. I pick up his leash and have him sit at my feet. “So he’s having fun then?” “You’re telling me, Boss – in his element!” I notice the guys at the bar are interested again. “Did he clean you off properly?” “No Sir – he was watching for his next one and I think he forgot.” “Stand up and get your dick out.” Dave obeys and I make damn sure the jealous lot at the bar get a damn good look at me cleaning off Dave’s dick with my mouth. I make a bit of a production of it and finish with a long mouth kiss. “Your beer’s low. Get me one too. Think it’s about time I went to see your brother...” When Dave returns with the beers. I give him permission to sit on the bench, and tell him to be polite with anyone who approaches him, but he’s not to do anything sexual. When I enter the sling room I find an idiot trying to fuck Pozboy with a bottle. He doesn’t respond to a polite “I think you’ll find that’s not very safe” so I end up with him against the wall, my hand under his chin, and suggest that he might have a better evening elsewhere. “What the fuck were you thinking Pozboy?” “I didn’t realise it was glass, Dad...” “We’re out of here: but not before the management have a piece of my mind.” I unstrap Pozboy and we leave the sling room. A glance at the score-card shows him way ahead of the others. I’ve got both their leashes clipped to my belt when I approach the desk demanding to see the manager. I quietly point out that he has no idea of the strength of my boy’s ass muscles, how one squeeze could have broken the bottle and right on cue, the guy who was trying to fuck Pozboy with a bottle is leaving “and that’s the irresponsible fucker. Decide who you want as customers: him or us.” An easy enough financial decision... The manager calls him over just as he’s opening the door and demands his membership card which he rips in half “and don’t come back”. He then calls for the guy who was monitoring the sling room and gives him the third degree about what he saw. I’m happy that he hadn’t seen what was happening, so decide to leave it at that. “Except you could of course get us a taxi home on the club account...” The manager himself drives us home. I’m sitting there in the car when it occurs to me that I want both these boys for myself. That I’d lose my temper just as much if it was Dave being put in danger instead of Pozboy. I’m hoping that Dave is going to stay with us when he’s pozzed. Which gets me hard again... We arrive back at the house and the manager of the sauna produces three gold cards for the club and hands them to me. “Free lifetime admission: I hope to see you and your boys frequently... Just sign them and they’re valid.” A few more pleasantries and he drives off as we go indoors. “The both of you: Three glasses, whisky then bed. Naked. Now.”

While I don't want to pour cold water on this idea, it is essential to have regular blood work-ups, looking particularly at kidney function. While the makes claim that any adverse effects are reversed on cessation of the drug, that isn't necessarily always true. You don't want the 1 in 100,000 experience, so factor into that $400 price tag a couple of blood work-ups. What tenofovir can do if it bites your ass is to stop your kidneys from recycling minerals so instead of re-absorbing things like vitamin D and calcium, you piss them away, along with B-group vitamins and potassium, which not only regulates your heart beat, but also is essential for clear thinking as it and sodium are responsible for the proper firing of neurons. I was lucky: they got me into a hospital before I starved to death or had a heart attack. Sorry to bang on about the problems tenofovir can cause, but if someone's taking it without medical supervision, then he needs a sympathetic doctor who will order the tests.

Intestinal disturbances are unusual with PrEP but they can happen. Try switching your diet around to include more brown rice, wholemeal bread, muesli, etc. Loperamide/imodium can be useful in the short term. The FTC component of truvada is pretty innocuous, but the old formulation of tenofovir can be a bastard: it's essential to have your kidney health monitored regularly. Absolute maximum interval of every three months. The hope is that the new formulation of tenofovir will have a lower side effect profile, but, of course, we won't know until it's out there being used as prescribed...

No: What's coming out of the UK studies is that PrEP has to have the same adherence levels expected of someone with HIV. Percentage-wise that's in the high nineties, meaning you can really only afford to miss a dose a month. There is work going on to reduce the drug burden, with lower frequency drugs being a particular focus. My personal opinion is that after daily, the next logical step is weekly - every other day and it's too easy to wonder if it's a drug day or not. Adherence is always easier if it can be tied to another regular life event: I tie my antivirals to my diabetes medication. I know that if I don't take that I'm going to feel like shit, whereas if I miss a few doses of anti-HIV medication, I mightn't notice any damage for for weeks or even months.

Remember I was dead set against PrEP at first because of my experience with tenofovir. Nearly dying does tend to focus the mind in particular directions! But when I started getting things into perspective, like the odds of Fanconi's syndrome being 100,000 to 1, and now with the new formulation of tenofovir having a lower side effect profile, I started changing my mind. The kicker was the number of guys here using PrEP without any problems. I might get dogmatic at times, but I can and do change my mind! Vioxx wasn't used here much, but thalidomide is still occasionally used for men with HIV (I believe only in hospital settings), simply because it's the drug that works best. There was an anti-diabetes drug which was withdrawn because its side effect profile showed a doubling of the risk of heart problems, but in my book twice a small number is still a small number. For me, the regret about the withdrawal of this drug was the fact that it showed some activity towards reversing the effects of lipodystrophy. Personally, a small increase in the possibility of heart problems would be worth it if I could reverse even just some of the effects of lipodystrophy.

An excellent piece of writing! I was expecting to dislike it on principle, having come from a very messed up home (my father was a nasty cowardly bully), but this, as they say, hit the spot...

Nice work... keep it going!

I was going to send this privately to everybody who fuels this guy's neuroses, but asked why should I put so much effort into dealing with those neuroses. As far as I'm concerned this guy just crossed a line with his Clean/Dirty analogy and I'm walking away from the thread now, refusing to feed any more into his fears. I feel that we're beyond anything that we can do for him without having nice white coats. I say this with regret as HIV prevention has taken up a large part of my life, and by becoming a member of this site, I'm seen by a number of former colleagues as having "gone over to the other side", while what I want is simply good sex lives for everyone. I'm taking it upon myself to send this email to anyone who comments of Smithy's posts until we hear from him all disappointed that he doesn't have HIV after all... The only other thing I'll add is that Smithy, you don't need us: you need an HIV test and a therapist. Your problem with HIV is beyond anything that can be done online: you need to be in a psychologist's office to deal with this. Do the test, book the appointment and sort out your mental health.

The articles this pulls up for me are largely about tuberculosis, which, of course, is a common complication of HIV disease. TB is a disease which thrives in poverty: insufficient heat or food can be enough to make it turn on its host. HIV2 is actually the less virulent form of HIV - in the west we chiefly see HIV1 which is a much faster acting virus. Even with today's medications I've seen guys go from infection to death in less than ten years with HIV1.

There is a fine old English word (even Chaucer used it): wanker.

Pontius Pilate said it: "Ego d'ekeinou cheiros aponizonai" I wash my hands of the matter. I've worked in the HIV field since before we even knew it was a virus. I've dealt with all manner of "worried well" punters. But when they get to the point of insulting me and my friends, well, that's it. When I come here it's for fun, to read mucky stories , get new ideas, and when appropriate to offer help to guys who have genuine worries. I'm not here to be insulted, or see my friends insulted, by someone whose fears are great enough to need a therapist.

My experience has been that you've got to be very sure of your hardon if you're using poppers when topping. If you can use amyl nitrite poppers rather than butyl or isobutyl nitrite poppers - my last lot of amyl came from Canade via one of the East European countries. And if you're using viagra or similar, take it easy on the poppers...

Hair as much as possible - love rimming a hairy hole. If he's hot enough to shave for, try using hair conditioner (but scentless please!) on your hole as it grows back - it should reduce the itching. Well, it has done for me and I've got yer typical Celtic skin - two minutes in the sun and I'm bright red...