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A true bareback pig bottom does what he needs to to get loads, whether that means just accepting them or hunting for them. It reqires commitment.

Some of my hottest times have been with very average and chubby guys with average to small dicks but exceptionally dirty minds. And I've also been with a few Adonises who were complete loxes in bed. There was this black body builder guy I used to suck off at Boston's Art Ceinema. Muscles, big dick, could cum a few times, and surprisingly sweet demeanor for a porn theater trick. I once made the tactical error of bringing him home and all he did was look at my porn magazines while I did him and comment how built and cut the models were. He might as well been shopping from the Sears catalog.

Avoid it when you can but do give it a try once in a while. After all, I used to hate Brussels sprouts.

My condolences.

It the Boston area it was a non event: some fallen branches on the street, a few down power lines, and we actually got more rain during Sandy's aftermath on Tuesday than during the storm itself. But my sister and her husband live on Fire Island and there home has was badly flooded. They were lucky, many houses were washed out to sea.

I had a fuck buddy like this. His name was Brian (never knew his last name)...a total ditz who sometimes got so stunned he'd pass out stand me up, but when we got together it was total fireworks. He had an uncanny way of knowing when I had cum in my ass and showing up to suck it out. And he would deliberately get loaded up for me and so he could give me a treat. One of my favorite fucks of all time is when Brian came over after being gang banged at a bathhouse and where he took seven loads. After I added my own load to the mix, he shoved a black, 18 inch double ended dildo up his ass to cover it in spooge. He then removed it and inserted the now white end of the dildo up my ass. Then Brian climbed on the other end and we fucked each other with all that pig cum. To end the day he ducked the bejeesus out of me and added his own very questionable load.

Bookstores and porn theaters are the fast food of sex. You might be looking for a sirloin steak but you'll settle for a burger, but if you're lucky you'll get a Big Mac or a Whopper.

I'm leaning toward fooling yourself. This guy seems like a game player who lives changing the rules between rounds. You've only invested three months. Move on.

It can work if you actually start by having sex. For example, I've had fuck buddies who have become good friends and sex became something we did together like play cards or go to the movies. But going from no sex to sex can be problematic unless you end up becoming lovers.

Online is best.

Oh, and Danny Pintauro from "Who's the Boss"

Well, Alec Baldwin has mentioned more than once in interviews that he has never used condoms. Given how handsome he was (and still is) I'm sure he had few complaints.

Maybe you are over thinking. Meet the guy, see if there is chemistry, make a choice, and be honest.

This needs serious consideration, but if you are going to take a poz load, it might as well be from a great guy or at least a great cock.

Black tops really know how to appreciate a fat, willing ass.

I so miss Boston's once infamous Combat Zone and it's porn theaters. It was such a fun and sleazy scene. At the height of my pigginess I would spend all day at the old Pilgrim, from opening at 10:00 am to close at 3:00 am....conveniently timed since the bars close here at 2:00 am, giving the horny drunk guys an extra hour to find someone to fuck. I would come home so filthy with dirt, spit, piss, ass juices and cum that the shower water would turn dark brown as it flowed off of me before I finally went to bed. On particularly horny long weekends (and the occasional "mental health day) I'd go every day. A few years ago I ran into a fellow Plgrim fan online on an earlier incarnation of tis set. He said "you're the curly headed fat bear that loves to eat ass." I laughed though I was a bit sorry the phrase was a tad too long to abbreviate.

Please take this as a sincere compliment, but you remind me of a young Anne Rice and her early works of gay erotica. Like your stories, they were both torid almost but not quite to the point of being disgusting and fascinating. You might have created your own Lestat in this series.

I cme out sexually just a couple of years before the first articles about AIDS appeared, about the time it actually was spreading through the major cities in the U.S. So my first experiences sucking and fucking we're unprotected because there was no thought it was necessary. In the early years of the epidemic I tried to pay safe because I was with someone who already had health problems (a heart condition).However, there were woopses along the way and those woopses became bigger and more frequent as our relationship came to an end. By 1991 I was single and a confirmed barebacker with a penchant for getting fucked and otherwise used by nameless strangers in porn theaters while stoned, drunk, and high on poppers and bent over a seat or toilet. I fully knew the risk I was taking and loved every minute of it. So I probably took my share of pretty viral poz loads, but it ws not something that was discussed at all. The few times I asked, the guy just scooted away. So being verbal about it ws unfortunately counter productive to the task of getting barebacker. A few wars after Boston's porn theaters had all closed I ran into some of my former playmates online and found out some we're poz or knew of other poz guys who had fucked me. I don't actually know my status, but after 20 years of being the cum dumb of the Pilgrim (my favorite theater), all I seem to suffer from is ever encroaching middle age. Now I am actually a happily married and very settled reformed slut. But I am still a barebacking, bug chasing pig bottom at heart. I simply love my husband more.

For me it was at a bathhouse in Boston near Post Office Square the summer of 1981. I had been sucking for a few months at porn theaters. One afternoon I had taken then train from home to play at the theater known as the Art Cinema. After sucking a few guys off, one begins to chat and he very nicely gave me a coupon to this place called SaunaTek I really didn't know much about such places. There wasn't the Internet yet and its treasure trove of sexual information. I got a locker, took off my clothes, and walked around, trying to get some idea of the protocol. I was a stocky young man, but was cute and had that young meat glow so I turned a few heads. Most of the guys were older....some a lot older...and there actually was a very verbal bridge game going on in the lounge, but it was a weekday afternoon after all. The first guy I played with was one of those older guys in the steam room. Nice shape though and a nice dick. He was the first guy to rim me. We played for a while, but it was too hot and I was getting woozy and decided to take a break. I remember he told me I looked like Sal Mineo. Luckily, I am a movie buff so I got the reference and the compliment. All-in-all, a pretty good experience. I began wandering again and ran into a younger guy, late 20s/early 30s I'd say. Slender, smooth, good looking, tiny mustache, average dick, a little cloney. He told me he was a flight attendant. He took me back to his room and we began to make out. Eventually he lifts my legs and soon discovers I can sort of fold up like a crab with my feat against my chest. They used to call it being double jointed. Anyway, he also begins to rim me and I think to myself that there might be something to this and promised myself I would try it soon. Eventually he climbs on top and begins to fuck me. Because of the thorough tongue lashings the old guy and he gave my hole and the steam, I opened up pretty easily. It would actually not be until my second fuck that I learn fucking can hurt. So he's fucking away. In hindsight he was only an Okay fuck, but I had nothing to compare him to and I was enjoying the new experience. After about 10 minutes he quietly unloads in me. Sorry to say, I didn't feel much of anything physically except I got suddenly more slippery down there. He was then nice enough to suck me off. Of course, I had no thought of AIDS. The first articles about it wouldn't be published for about a year or two. But if you think about it, that must have been around the time it first began to spread through the gay male population and this guy was a flight attendant (like patient zero) so he did get around, so who knows. However, I did get my first case of crabs. I look upon it know as a right of passage.

I've played with a few multi-cummers. Though great fun, they were so relentlessly horny that they never accomplished much with their lives.

I really enjoy your stories.

I and others appreciated your candor. I also enjoyed the post coital tale about tail.

There is a time and a place. If you are not overly inconveniencing the bottom...i.e. there are neary by toilet and shower facilities and you are not ruining his clothes, bed linens, or upholstery...go for it. That means bath houses, bathrooms, nudie campsites, and the well equipped playroom. Otherwise, ask.

If you are doing this for love and if there was a potential for you and your friend to be true patterns, I would advise going for it. But it doesn't sound to me that you want to get poz nor that you're prepared to deal with it. I also think the guilt of converting you could quite possibly end or at least harm the friendship. If you are doing this for sexual freedom and thrill, just go to a bathhouse or bookstore and fucking enjoy yourself (I think we sometimes forget sex is supposedmto be fun) but be prepared for the consequences. Not only might it adversely effect your health, it will change how you live your life. Only time and your own perspective can determine if it is for the better.

I'd work on your timing so the top a bit closer to cumming when he's fuxking you. When you meet the guy who cums at the same time you do, marry him!