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Bob’s Visit Bob has been a great friend since our college days. Together (although often at a distance over the phone), we celebrated our milestones and we grieved our losses, including the young death of our house mate and friend Dan during the worst days of The Plague. Years ago, he was the first person I told when I found out that I was HIV+ and he listened to me talk out my fears. Though our paths after our university days diverged, we always talked every few months just to catch up. With my career and job travels, it was easy to unintentionally lose touch with friends. So, one day, after about two years absence, I picked up the phone and called Bob. He was thrilled that I called him, but he sounded a little down. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that his marriage had ended about two years earlier. I asked if he wanted to take the Acela (train) and spend the weekend at my place and we could talk and have some drinks. He readily accepted. The following weekend, Bob showed up on my doorstep, and we embraced as two old friends. “So, what happened?” I asked Bob. “Ugh. It’s a long sordid story and I only have myself to blame,” Bob replied. Bob’s wife, Maria, had long suspected that Bob hadn’t been faithful to her (you know -- the Italian guy thing). But she had never directly confronted his infidelities. One weekend, their doorbell rang and Bob answered it. Their neighbor and his wife furiously entered Bob and Maria’s home to confront Bob. “The guy was jabbing his finger against my chest and yelling at me, and Maria walked in and demanded to know what was going on,” Bob said. The neighbor said, “Your husband gave my son syphilis and chlamydia!” “Their 20-year-old kid was home from Brown University for the summer. This guy was hot. I mean, smoking hot body and not at all twinkie. Varsity baseball player…you get the idea. Well, I popped his anal cherry within the first week of his summer break. I fucked him all summer long and he was insatiable…he was always bugging me to fuck him, so it was kind of worth it. Anyway, he went back to Brown last fall and started fucking his girlfriend again after the summer break. Then, he found out I gave him some STDs when he received the results from his team physical exam. Shit, I didn’t even know I was infected. Anyway, he infected the girlfriend, and he had to tell her. So, she broke up with him and then she told his folks that their perfect son was a diseased faggot!” Bob always was a drama magnet, and I wasn’t surprised that his infidelities caught up with him occasionally. “Sex with Maria stopped long ago, so the marriage was sputtering along, and it was just a matter of time until it was pronounced dead anyway,” he explained. “I’m just glad I never gave her any kids.” I knew for a fact that Bob had knocked up at least three girls in college, but they all had abortions fortunately. “So, what’s next?” I asked. “We sold the house and divided all the property up. So, it’s like a clean slate for me,” he said. Fortunately, Bob’s business was doing very well and he’d managed to shelter it from the divorce somehow. We decided to go to a local bar for dinner and had some good quality time talking about nothing and everything in our lives. It was getting late, and we left the bar to head back to my place. I settled Bob in the guest bedroom and then went to bed myself. I hadn’t been under the covers for five minutes before Bob knocked on the door. I told him to come in. Bob was naked and walked in with a sexy dumb grin. He had kept in great shape and his big soft cock hung down over his balls. He walked over to the bed and got in next to me. We kissed and he whispered into my ear, “It’s been too long since we did this.” I didn’t say anything, but I started to nibble on his otter pecs which still drove him crazy. His cock was instantly hard as a rock, and was dripping precum onto my tonsils a few minutes later. “I hope you got those STD looked after,” I commented with a smirk as his cock head popped out of my mouth. “Sit that smart ass of yours on my face, you sexy cunt,” Bob replied. I was on top of Bob and he parted my ass cheeks as he dove in and started to rim me out. I was facing his feet and started to suck his cock in a 69 position which Bob has loved since I’ve known him. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, as I went down on his cock. I pulled off, “I need you to pound me right now,” I moaned. I got up and straddled Bob looking into his eyes, as I lowered my ass to his cock head. I reached back and rubbed his head all over my hole, using his pre-cum to lube up my tight pucker. I put the pressure of my weight on it as Bob held up a bottle of poppers to my nose. I huffed the brown bottle, and he slid right into me. I rode him for a few minutes, and he sat up and tongued my nipple, and I raised my arm so he could huff my pits. He sniffed in my scent as he got even more excited. He positioned me on my back so he could put my feet against his hairy pecs and then he entered me again. We looked at each other as he piston fucked me like a cheap whore. We both loved rough fucking. My cock was rigid and leaking as Bob punished my prostate. I was on the edge of cumming when Bob grunted and I felt him flood my hole. Once he was done, he pulled out and took my cock in this mouth and sucked it like a man with an insatiable thirst. I screamed as he sucked every drop out of me. We were both spent, physically and mentally. Bob put his hairy arm around me as he was the big spoon to my small spoon, and we drifted off.

Pits and pecs.

Sadly, it appears that this is accurate. ]

I have no idea if this is reliable: [think before following links] https://bbbh.com/pornstar/ethan-wolfe

Before I was on meds, I hooked up with a cute twink at a bar and we went to his place. He was on his back as I ate his smooth ass out until he begged for me to fuck him. I put my bare cock to his twinkie hole and pushed in with his legs wrapped around my waist. At first, I tore him up a bit because I only lubed him with my saliva and he was tense. But soon my cock was pre-cumming and coating his insides with natural lube of the most toxic variety. He relaxed and we both started to enjoy it. Even though his apartment was nice and cool, after about 20 minutes, I was sweating like a pig all over him. My pace became quicker and then I grunted as I came in him balls deep. I collapsed on him and we kissed. After a bit, I started to get dressed and ready to leave. The twink said, "you're clean, right?" "Sure." I replied.

[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/mexican-top-stealths-bottom/

Author's note: true Mark For a couple of months, I’d been dating a guy, but it wasn’t really working out. I started fucking around with other guys and it was obvious to me that we needed to go our separate ways, but neither of us pulled the plug yet. I remained unmedicated. I met Mark on one of the hookup websites. Mark was blond, gym body, handsome and hung. It was apparent the first time we met that I really wasn’t his type. But we were both simply looking for another guy to fuck. We never discussed the topic of HIV or condoms. The first time we played, I went over to his place during my lunch break. The interior of his apartment was very unusual. It turned out he was in that business. Each room was decorated completely differently. His bedroom was like an Arabian harem from Alladin. Like I said, Mark was hung and we got undressed in no time and I went down on his beautiful, circumcised cock. I took his cock and traced my tongue around his head before taking it down my throat. He gasped as I felt his head swell in my throat and my eyes watered. Then, I released his cock and started bobbing up and down on him, letting him fuck my mouth. He was already pre-cumming a bit because I could taste it, and I savored it. “Get on your back. I want to eat your hot ass,” Mark said. He got on top of me 69 so he could fuck my throat. I spread my legs, and he pulled them back as I felt his tongue darting around my pucker. I opened up and let him push his tongue into me as he continued to fuck my throat. We were both sweating. Mark got up and repositioned himself so I was on the bottom and he was on top in missionary position. He put my calves on his shoulders as he placed his raw cockhead at my asshole and steadily pushed into me with only saliva and pre-cum as lube. He was nicely hung and as he bottomed out all the way inside me, we began to kiss. His long blond hair was dangling in my face. The he started pounding my ass as I pulled my legs to my chest. “Pound my fucking hole!” I demanded. Mark was sweating as I ran my hands along his sculpted chest. I pinched his nipples and he went crazy. After about 15 minutes, his pace picked up. “Where do you want my cum?” he asked urgently. “Breed me!” was all I could reply. Mark gave out a long grunting moan as I felt his hot cum flooding my hole. He collapsed on top of me. Our sweating chests sliding against each other. “Do you have time to grab a shower?” he asked. Yeah, I replied. I couldn’t really go back to the office stinking of cum and dripping sweat. “And, we need to get you off,” Mark added. My cock was still rock hard and leaking as we both headed to the shower. Mark turned the water on to let it get warm and then he got in and I followed. He lathered us both up with soap and then he stood in front of me. Facing the wall, Mark reached behind and grabbed my stiff cock and guided it to his ass crack. We were both still soapy, so I simply lined my cock up with his muscular ass and pushed into him. The warm water cascaded over both of us, washing the soap away as my hands tightly held onto Mark’s waist as he braced himself against the shower wall. His hole was very tight, but I felt like I could fuck him for quite a while. Finally, after about ten minutes of pounding Mark, we felt the warm water starting to turn cold. I came balls deep in him and he turned off the water. He began to turn around and I said, “No, no. I’m not done yet.” I got on my knees behind Mark and spread his ass cheeks and pushed my tongue into him. “Feed me that load” I told him. He pushed and I tasted my own cum flood into my mouth. I stood up and we kissed as I shared my toxic load with him. Mark and I fucked a few more times in the coming months. I eventually broke off with the guy I was dating. Then, Mark and I seemed to go longer and longer between fuck dates. About six of eight months later, Mark called me out of the blue. He said he had just tested positive for HIV. It was the first time we ever discussed it. Surprisingly, he mentioned that I had been the first guy who had ever cum inside him. Up to that that day in his shower, he'd only taking wrapped cock. After that day, he couldn't go back to using condoms. He added that he’d been dating someone and had a couple of fuck buddies since me who also creampied him. I’ll never know if I pozzed Mark or if it was someone else. A while later, Mark posted some videos of him getting raw dogged on social media. So, he seems to have embraced it. The videos were hot as fuck.

Berlin in around 2006

SALOPE My journey to protecting my sexual partners’ health and my own health by finally starting meds after so many years of delay was complicated. The first couple of drugs I was prescribed gave me side effects. One of them caused me to have night terrors as soon as I drifted off to sleep. Another medication caused me to occasionally hallucinate so bizarrely that I knew the visions and sounds weren’t real. One such time, I was in a hotel lobby in Mexico City and heard a huge explosion. There was not any smoke, broken glass, screaming people – and I knew it was just the meds. As a result, my adherence was “spotty” at best. My doctor told me that I’d be better off not taking them at all rather than taking them only some of the time. It had something to do with causing viral resistance. Around the same time, I started a new job which required me to travel overseas quite a bit. It wasn’t unusual for me to go away for several weeks at a time. As a result, my trysts with Mike became much less frequent. But when we did meet, Mike completely stopped using condoms when he fucked me. He said he couldn’t go back to being inside of me with a layer of plastic in between. He also liked to “knock me up”. (I think that phrase took on its current meaning a while after our time together.) To my knowledge, Mike didn’t get the bug. I started trying to meet other guys and I started having sex with many of them. Also, Mike must have had second thoughts about his domestic situation and having a gay fuck toy on the side. We still traded a few emails, but even those started to become less frequent. I don’t know if he continued to play with other guys after we moved on from each other. I became much sluttier and kinkier than I had ever been in my life, although I always enjoyed leather and the bondage/roleplay scene. Earlier in my life, I was known to have casual sex with strangers in the past, but for most of my life, I’d been more relationship oriented. Perhaps it was the chance to have so many exotic men in Europe and Latin America. I wanted to taste all of it! For whatever the cause, I became less focused on having a boyfriend or exclusive sex partner. One evening after a long day, I was sipping a beer at the bar of a gay establishment and a much younger cute guy asked if the seat next to me was taken. “Be my guest,” I told him. We started talking and flirting. He asked me if I visited this bar often, and I told him I was visiting the city for the first time on business. “Have you been to the basement rooms yet? Those can be a lot of fun,” he said. I told him I didn’t know there was another part to the bar, and he offered to show me around. We both finished our drinks and he led the way. I followed him toward the back of the bar and through a curtain, then down some wooden steps. The air was a bit cool and damp as we descended, but I could smell the unmistakable scent of man-sex hanging in the air. The lighting was very dim, but my eyes adjusted. It looked like there were gloryhole booths lining a hallway as we continued. Finally, we reached a pitch-black dark room where I could hear guys having sex. The young guy stopped and turned around and we started kissing. I reached around and cupped his bubble ass cheeks in my hands and groped him. After a few minutes, he turned around and grinded his ass against the raging hard-on beneath the zipper of my jeans. I unzipped his jeans and he dropped them and rubbed his bare ass against me. I hiked my jeans down a bit and my cock sprang free. I rubbed my cock into his smooth ass crack, rubbing up and down and occasionally rubbing my cock head all along his crack. I poked my cock between his legs and along his taint and he reached back and pointed my bare cock to his hole and pushed back against me. My cock easily slid into his hole. He was either slick with lube or he was already carrying a load or two. I held his hips as I slowly fucked him deep and then pulled back almost to the point of my head slipping out of him, then repeated. I was really enjoying his ass and I started to sweat, contributing my scent to the sex already lingering in the room. We must have been making some noise because as I was plowing the guy’s pussy, I felt a hard body against my back and the guy started grabbing my pecs and lightly pinching my nipples. This sent me over the edge and I grunted as I emptied my nuts into the guy in front of me. He pulled himself off my cock and turned around and sucked my dick clean. Then, he was gone. The guy who was behind me pushed my jeans down over my ass. The next thing I knew, his face was between my cheeks and rimming me out. Whomever he was, he had a beard and it felt good as his tongue tried to worm its way into my innards. I pushed back, and after several minutes of lapping my hairy hole, he stood up and I reached back to show him the way inside. His large, hooded cock was slick with precum and I felt very tight as he pushed it home. I wasn’t lubed except for his precum, but soon, the oozing of it inside of me made me start to enjoy it. After a few minutes I heard him grunt and felt his warm cum flush into me. I spent the rest of the evening using and being used by other men. I left the bar stinking of cum. I went back the following evening.