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Well, I'm not cute, but I'd be happy to take the dirty photos.

To be in a mindspace -- enhanced or natural -- where I'm actively seeking every cock and every load. To be so filled that I've got cum leaking out of me, and I'm squelching with each new cock that stuffs itself inside of me. To feel two cocks fighting for dominance inside my hole, and to have so many men filling me that I lose track of the loads. And to get it all on film.

The most I've ever taken was probably around forty from 18 different guys over the space of six hours. A couple of them didn't want to fuck me, but wanted head instead. Everyone else dropped at least one load in my ass, and I know I swallowed at least a dozen loads.

I'd be happy to upload, if I could find someone local willing to breed me and videotape it.

The problem is, as was mentioned earlier, that some might try to game the system, and some might succeed. Having had a "gifter" lie to me -- including showing a forged test slip from the local clinic showing he was neg -- and then admit after I didn't convert that he was poz, and wanted to see if he could poz me, I have no faith whatsoever that the rules will be followed. Could I follow them for hot sex? Sure. Do I think that everyone will be honest and follow them? Not a prayer in hell.

I've always been aware that I may well wind up poz through barebacking. Like many, I hope it doesn't happen; conversely, if it does, I know it'll be through my own actions and lust. I've always pretended to believe everyone who says they're negative, and I've always been tested every three months. Ten weeks ago I tested negative for HIV. Two weeks from now, I'm scheduled for another test. Nine weeks ago I was tired, frustrated, and horny. This is never a good combination for me. I went to one of the local ABS and sucked off two guys, but I really, really, really wanted a cock in my ass; and, as much as I say I'll stay away from barebacking, I wanted to feel that skin-on-skin contact. We started off on opposite sides of the gloryhole. I sucked him for a while, then he sucked me for a bit, and then he said he wanted to see my ass. "Sweet. A hairy ass. Nice." He was rubbing it and fingering it through the gloryhole, and then he started licking it. Licking it, sucking it, gnawing on my ring ... I wound up biting the side of my fist to keep from screaming in pleasure. And then he stood up and started teasing my hole with his cock. He dipped the tip in -- presumably to see how I'd react -- and I pushed back and opened up around him. It was tight going at first, with only spit for lube, but he kept saying how good my ass felt once it loosened up. "You're like fucking a handful of hot, wet silk." When our booths ran out, he suggested we get a buddy booth: he wanted a booth large enough for both of us, one where he could "fuck you the way you need to be fucked." We went into the corner booth and stripped, and I got my first look at him. Whipcord-slender, black hair, probably ten years younger than me. Nice body, and a slab of cock hanging off of him that made me realize I'd only taken about half of his length. He wasn't a 10-11" monstrosity, but he was a good solid 7.5 - 8", and now that we didn't have a wall between us, he could fit it all in. I don't know how long he fucked me: I know he put a twenty and a handful of singles into the bill accepter, and there was less than five minutes left when we finally left the booth. All I know is that he used my hole. He loosened me up and fucked me like I haven't been fucked in ages. He kept saying how hot it was to fuck a hairy hole, how he loved the way I felt. He kept grabbing my shoulders to pull me deep onto him, and then grabbing my hips when he'd piston, the slap of his hips against mine echoing in the room. I was panting, reaching back every now and then to feel that hot, bare cock sliding into my ass. Squeezing my fingers in alongside it, moaning as I stretched myself even further. He pulled out for a bit and ate my hole again, then squelched three, then four fingers into it, flexing his hand in my ass, not quite fisting me. He spat -- once onto his cock, and once into my hole -- then started fucking me again. He picked up speed, and then pulled almost all the way out, jacking his cock while the head rested just inside my sphincter. "Beg for it." I moaned. "Beg me. Tell me you want my load." I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and tried to push back on his cock, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them for him. Then, everything stopped. There was a moment of perfect clarity when he said, "Beg for my poz load, slut. Take my cum." I'd known that there was a possibility, but hearing it -- feeling it -- brought it home just what I was doing, just what I was risking. Just what I'd been risking in the twenty-plus years I've been barebacking. "Beg for my poz load." "I'm gonna turn you into a cumdump. Whore you out to my friends." "Beg for it. Tell me to breed you." A thousand throughts ran through my mind, and I closed my eyes as I felt him start to shoot, then shove his twitching cock back into my ass. "Breed me." It was only a whisper, but I'd begged. "Please."

If I were somewhere like MAL or the baths, I'd think it was hot. If I were walking down the street with my nephew, I'd treat it the same way I would a woman with a "cumguzzler" or "whore" trampstamp, and that way would be "I don't want a twelve year old seeing this." Maybe it's just me, but it's a time and place thing.

When I'm not sexually active, I get tested every six months, just to be sure. (Hey, just 'cause nobody's sittin' on the sofa doesn't mean you shouldn't check the cushions for loose change.) When I'm sexually active, I usually test every six weeks, but I'll stretch it to every three months at the most.

BarebackRTS has a video titled Pulling Out Is For Porn, and it's all internal shooting with the bottom pushing the cum out afterward. You can order it, or watch the trailer at http://www.gayrealityporn.com/xcart/product.php?productid=550

I've been having raw sex for the last thirty years, and so far -- knock on wood -- I've managed to stay clean of almost everything. I'm still HIV-negative, and I'd like to stay that way. Don't get me wrong, I love the feeling of condomless sex, and I've been at parties where I've wound up with twenty to thirty loads in a night; still, I want to stay negative. Needless to say, this has begun to put a damper on my activities ...