DanishBarebacker

I was 12 - it was my grandfather. He was very gentle and it was a really hot experience - I guess you could call it my awakening 😉

I guess the liberation from the HIV fear has a lot to do with that. When I got the diagnose I went completely off the rails for months - would go to the bath houses in Copenhagen 4-5 times weekly, frequenting the public toilets and restrooms daily, would find fuck partners on various chat forums etc. etc. On any given week I would take loads in my ass 15-20 times. After a while - 3-4 months - I started to relax a bit as bareback sex had taken over my life and was all I could think about. Over some weeks I got it down - a bit - to where the bareback sex could fit in with minor details like work, family etc.

Yes - I have a fetich for older men. My first experience having real sex was with my paternal grandfather - he was in his 50’ies at the time so you can guess that I was quite young. He looked a lot like Sam Elliott (the actor) - sinewy, slender body, thick gray mane of hair, hairy chest and a fat cock of about 7”. I started staying with him when my parents went on holidays or weekends away. Grandad lived alone in a two bedroom flat in Copenhagen - my grandmother had divorced him when my dad was quite small to move in with her old childhood sweetheart in another part of Denmark so I never knew her. And my father felt so betrayed that he cut her off completely. In grandad’s bedroom there was - what we in Denmark call a 1½ person bed. It is a bed that is slightly wider than a single bed but not as wide as a double bed. And this was where I was supposed to sleep next to gran - with my own duved etc. but still next to him. Long story short he made his move and that was the beginning of a very safe but sexfuelled relationsship with him (if you want details write me ;-)). He would be very gentle and not do anything I didn’t like but he kept pushing the boundaries until we had progressed to fucking - first I fucked him with my boycock and then he slowly fucked me with his fat cock. For me it became a safe haven to experiment sexually and I never even once saw it as abuse. But I guess that is why I today have a fetich for older men and have had a lot of really HOT encounters over the years - all bareback as older men tend to be more relaxed about this.

I had been barebacking for years but never taken a load in the ass - I always asked my sexpartner to pull out before he came. And that seems to have worked - I only twice caught other STDs but remained HIV neg. I was a frequent flier in the local bath house and one evening I spotted a very sexy looking guy around my own age. He had this skinhead vibe about him: very thin and sinewy, bald, light blue gray eyes, totally shaved body, HUGE fat cock and full low-hanging balls the size of chicken eggs. And yes, I felt an overwhelming desire to take this guy to bed - or couch as the leatherette clad contraptions which were fixed to the floor in every fuck cabin could hardly be label a bed. Anyway - he looked at me with quite some interest too and then moved into an empty cabin where he just stood leaning against the wall observing me. I went in, closed the door and quickly closed the gap between us and he just flashed a slight smile at me and said 'hi'. When he leaned forward and started kissing me I felt all inhibitions and safety guards go down. His scent, the feeling of his tongue in my mouth, the taste of him (slight hint of tobacco), his hands on my back and ass ... I could go on. I have never in my life been so turned on. I felt his big, uncut cock starting to swell and I closed my right hand around it and caressed its length and soon his fat, shiny cockhead was fully uncovered as his foreskin would no longer cover it due to its expanding length and girth. I felt his index finger enter my hole and I lifted my right leg and placed it on the edge of the couch to ease his access - the term 'bitch in heat' springs to mind. I felt this primal need to get fucked by him and his big cock and I was panting and grinding my groin agains his and he was so turned on that I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. 'I want to fuck' he suddenly whispered between kisses and with that he gently pushed me around and down on my back and then he got down on top of me and I felt his body covering mine. His cock was leaking precum like a faucet and my hole was already slick with his spit from when he fingered me and I spread my legs and used my hand underneath us to guide his big wiener to my hole. A quick pain shot through me when his fat, shiny cockhead entered me and he broke our kiss and whispered 'it's ok - just relax' as if I was a virgin. And then he covered my mouth with his again and I once more felt his wet tongue enter me. I felt every inch of him enter me and he then slowly began to fuck me. The pain went away and I was on fire - I crossed my legs on his back to force every inch of him inside me and he slowly picked up the pace. This was 2008 and meds were available and I remember thinking that if anybody should poz me it should be this sexy bloke. 'Can I cum in your ass' he suddenly whispered and I just replied that I wanted all his cum as deep inside me as possible. From the way he looked I instinctively knew that chances were he was HIV poz - but somewhere along the line a decision had been made inside my head that this guy should be the one to poz me. My rockhard cock was squeezed between our now sweaty bodies and the friction suddenly made me cum and I started bucking underneath him. He was close too but held on till just after I was done climaxing so when he came I was 100% conscious about what happened. He lifted his upper body up with his hands so he looked down at me and then he kind of whispered 'I'm coming' and I felt his fat cock spasm inside me. He felt him push harder into me 7-8 times while he unloaded his fat balls and his face was just a vision of sex and lust and orgasm. Afterwards he fell down on top of me and we just lay there enjoying the feel of each other. After a while he lifted his head and said 'I'm poz' and all I could reply was 'It's ok' - and to this day I cannot tell you what went on in my head but it was as if I was completely unafraid of the possible repercussions. Then and there all I could focus on was how much I desired him and his big cock. We hooked up again and again and the sex just got better - we were both in relationsships so taking it further outside the bath house was no option.