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I have no idea and don’t care. I am gay and a total bottom so I have never really had any desire to impregnate a woman.

So far only gono and HIV.

In December of 2021, about a month after I was pozzed I got a COVID booster. The next day I felt really crappy and even worse the following day. I had flu like symptoms for several days. This booster was Moderna but my first two shots were AZ. Was sick after booth AZ shots just not as bad. I got the booster on a Saturday and called my doctors office on Monday when I was sick. Since I had bad reactions to the AZ the and my symptoms were in line with what some people get with Moderna it was assumed that was the cause. I had a Moderna booster in 2022 and was sick again just not as bad as 2021. So I don’t know if I really had the fuck flu or if it was all from the reaction to the vaccine. At the time I didn’t think anything of it, in my mind it was from the vaccine. I had forgotten about my November bathhouse visit and the dude with the scorpion tattoo that had bred me. It was not until my regular test in January of 2022 that I found out. I was honestly surprised at first as I had been don’t ask don’t tell barebacking for over 4 years. I tested every 3 months. It had become so routine that I long ago stopped being nervous when testing. Then I remembered scorpion dude and then questioned myself about the vaccine reaction.

Club Hamilton is reasonably good. They did a lot of renovations just before Covid. Parking is free and the entrance fees are lower than in Toronto. When it is busy there is usually a good mix of men both age and body type.(I like older bears). BB is pretty common there. They do have condoms but they are only at the front desk now. They removed the condom stations in the basement and the main floor porn room.

For me it is the intimacy that comes with skin on skin contact and the top ejaculating in me. I get my pleasure from knowing the top is getting off on me.

Since I went bare only, I have not had a top insist on a condom. If a top goes to use a condom or asks about one, I just say I prefer bare. I have had a few leave but most willingly plunge in raw.

Here is my first attempt at a story. Hope you like it. Today was the day. The plan for my pozzing had been set in place. For the last week I had been messaging with an older Dom top who had a high VL. I had come across his profile on BBRTS and was enthralled by the pictures of his erect penis. His profile said he was poz. I had never been with a poz top let alone one with a high VL, but his cock pictures had me returning to his profile several times over the course of a week. He must have seen me repeatedly looking at his profile as he finally messaged me that he liked my profile and wanted to meet up. I saw his message to me the next day and responded to him that I really liked the pictures of his cock, but I was neg. He was online and replied right away saying that I was neg now but after an hour with him I would be poz. He then told me how much he loves loading a neg hole with his high VL toxic cum. Reading his response made my cock go rock hard. I first realized that I was gay when I was in junior high. As a teenager, I would masturbate to the fantasy of getting HIV. Growing up in a conservative town, there was little opportunity to explore my sexuality. There was an older single man named Bruce on our street who was believed to be gay, but he was not out. It was not until I was in university in a major city in a more liberal area of the country that I was able explore things. My first sexual experience was in second year with a senior that I met at a LGBT pub night. I told him I was a virgin before we left for his place. That night, we performed oral on each other until we both had cum. He invited me to come to his place later that week so he could take my anal virginity. There was never any discussion about condoms, he automatically put one on. It hurt when he first entered me, but once he got into a rhythm, I knew that I was born to be a bottom. Still due to my conservative upbringing, I dated women while in school and did have straight sex a few times. However, no matter what I did, whenever I had sex with a woman, I would always be thinking of having sex with a man as the bottom. After graduating I moved to a city with a large gay community and several bathhouses. Over the next few years, I discovered barebacking but was always very selective and still used condoms with most men. The fantasy of getting HIV though had never gone away and I would search bareback sex sites for poz tops and look at their pictures while masturbating. One day I found out from my cousin that Bruce had died of complications from aids. I replied to the high VL top from BBRTS that the thought of his poz cum being shot deep into my ass had made me really hard but that I didn’t think I could go through with it. He responded that he understood and wished me a good night. The next day, I was really horny and was surfing BBRTS. I noticed that he was online. I sent him a simple message saying how beautiful his cock looked and how great it would probably feel in my ass. He replied right away promising me it would feel amazing in my ass. He then warned me to be careful what I wish for because he only plays bare and once inside me, he would not stop until he had shot his toxic load inside me. I was rock-hard at the thought. In a moment of weakness, I asked if he wanted to play. He said he couldn’t but was free Saturday afternoon which was two days away. Friday, he sent me a message telling me that he could come to my place on Saturday afternoon around 3pm. If I was interested, I needed to provide him with my address by 2:30 Saturday afternoon. He then gave me a detailed list of instructions to prepare myself. I woke up Saturday morning with a raging hardon. I jerked off twice in the shower hoping that it would calm my nerves and eliminate being horny. But I just could not get the thought of him coming over out of my mind. At 2pm I sent him my address and started getting prepared. I thoroughly cleaned myself out and prepared my bed the way he requested. I got a message from him at 2:45 that he was on his way. I unlocked my front door, got undressed, lubed my hole, and waited on my bed. I was a nervous wreck. Time seemed to stand still waiting for him to arrive. Then after what seemed like hours, I heard a car pull into my driveway and then a car door open and close. I heard him enter my house and then he walked into my bedroom. He said hello and then proceeded to undress. His cock was much bigger than it looked in his profile. He climbed onto my bed, and I lay on my back with my legs up. He had a metal guitar pick on his index finger that had been filed to a sharp point. He slowly inserted his finger in my anus and started pressing the pick into the sides of my rectum. I knew that this was to prepare my hole to receive his gift. I let out a small yelp from the sting of each press after the seventh time he said just one more and then he pulled his finger out. I asked if he wanted me to suck his cock, but he told me pricking my rectum had made his cork rock hard. I could hear him spit on his cock and rub it around. He asked my one final time if I was sure about this because once he started pushing his cock in there was no stopping. I didn’t say anything, I was too scared to talk, I just pulled my legs up. In an instant, I felt his cock start to slide in. I immediately snapped back to reality, but the process had started. As he established a nice rhythm, his cock felt so good sliding in and out while rubbing on my prostate. I started to really enjoy it and began thrusting my hips in rhythm with his movements. After about 10 minutes, his breathing picked up and I knew he was getting close. My cock was harder than it had ever been. My mind was racing, what was I doing, I was about to have my life changed forever. My wrecked hole was seconds away from being filled with high VL poz cum. While I considered myself to be gay there was a small part of my that still wanted to have kids with a woman and at only 28 that was still seemed possible until today. I was about to become poz. At that instead he let out a loud moan and pushed his cock deep into my ass. As I looked into his eyes, I could feel the base of his cock pulsing with each spurt as he ejaculated into me. It was too late, I was being pozzed and there was nothing I could do about it now. The mental sensation was so intense that I started ejaculating my last neg load. I could feel tears in my eyes as the reality of what had just happened set in. As his cock started to go soft, I felt him pull out. He kissed me on the lips and told me that it would be OK. While he got dressed, I lay there on my bed thinking about Bruce, how he got pozzed and how he died. He kissed me one last time and said thank you. Then he left. I heard the front door close and then his car door before I heard his car drive away. I lay there well into the evening watching the sun go down replaying what had happened that afternoon over and over in my head. I alternated between regret and intense hornyness. I jerked off several more times until I could not cum anymore. The next day I resumed my normal routines and went about my life. I dove into my work as I had several projects that I wanted to get wrapped up in case I got the fuck flu. Sure enough, two and a half weeks later I became very sick with the flu. I knew what was happening. It took a week to recover. That Friday afternoon, I went to a local clinic and got tested. The result was not a surprise. As they gave me the results, my cock went rock hard. I sent him a message on BBRTS and he replied that night congratulating me. Then I went to CumUnion at a local bath house. I had not cum since the day I was pozzed. While I am usually a bottom, I found a nice young neg twink to fuck and proceeded to shoot a huge poz load into him. The feeling of my cock exploding into him while knowing how toxic my cock was felt amazing. The End

I have never faked it. If I was not into it, I wouldn’t be doing it. However if a top really knows what he is doing I will be more verbal.

Worked fine on my computer.

I have found that I have to wear one when I am at a bathhouse. I am a bottom and do not want my cock played with nor am I usually looking to top. I am well endowed so if I do not have my jock on, guys are grabbing my cock and wanting to suck it or have me fuck them. It gets tiresome constantly telling people I am a bottom. I find wearing a jock makes that clear.

It was with my first serious boyfriend. We had been together for about six months and had always used condoms. We started talking about trying it bare and both of us wanted to. Even though neither of us had ever barebacked before we still got tested. The night we finally did it bare we had a lovely dinner out and then went to a club before going back to his place. It was an amazing experience going bare for the first time.

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That was my experience as well. When I first started having sex with men, I considered myself to be vers. It took me a few years to realize I prefer the feeling of a cock in me. I prefer to orgasm from receiving anal. I find it more intense than from cock being stimulated.

My first time was painful for the first few minutes and then feelings of pleasure took over. However, the next day I was really sore and it took a few days for the pain to go away.

I tend to be reserved and quiet in new settings or large crowds. Once I am comfortable with the setting and those around me I become more outgoing.