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but no one knows the cumulative effect of years and years on a drug-

I'm certain that I have shared my story here before as a 100% TOP here (not had a cock even try to get in my ass since college and I'm 65 now) and the classic combo of the usual causes; starting with a very infected (but not diagnosed to my knowledge) incredible bottom hole I hooked up with int the late 1980's in metro NYC area. We our sex-adventure would start on Friday nite when he arrived & we would fuck non-stop raw while drinking cases of beer, smoking bags of pot, inhaling lines of coke and bottles of poppers every other weekend for like 6 months. We would start fucking on Friday nite when my boy got in town on the train. When my boy left on Sunday afternoon - BOTH his ass and my fat 7 inch cock would be raw, scraped, bloody and scarred from literally hours of pounding. It would take the 2 weeks between meetings for the scabs to heal up. He stopped showing up one day and I heard nothing from him. A few months later I found out through mutual friends that he was dying of full-blown AIDS, as were several of our mutual fuck-buddies. We started fucking in April and he stopped cuming to my apt by early August. I found out he was dying in November and I experienced what I am certain was the fuck flu in February the next year. At that time, there were no meds, no pills and being diagnosed was like a death sentence, so I did not go in for the test. But I knew what I was carrying in my balls and blood. So it is completely possible for a TOTAL TOP to become infected, I'm living proof~!

One of the above posters referred to the chance of long-term side effects of Truvada and it is worth remembering that EVERY drug- EVERY decision - has side-effects. After being HIV+ for 30 years and diagnosed when the first AZT pills were being prescribed- we were thrilled to take ANYTHING that would keep us alive- Now we know that a lot of the drugs were over-dosed and among the long term affects I suffer from are severe nephropathy from BOTH the disease AND the meds I took to keep the virus in check. I guess the advise I'm offering is that there are no simple answers and no black and white solutions- EVERY choicehas consequences! IF I was your age and had the extraordinary gift of benefiting from all my sexual experiences (of which I have many) I doubt I would go on Prep, but that is a solution that I would only suggest for myself- I think you should follow your own conscious and trust your own judgement - and LIVE the life YOU want! AND NO REGRETS either way!

IT has been my pleasure to explore b/d, s/m with men since I was tying up my friends at age 14 and forcing them to suck me to be freed. In a real working s/m relationship there is a profound sense of mutual connection, trust and the ability to test the limits of the sub and the imagination of the DOM. As far as the 'pain' part - this TOP could torture you with a feather and make you squirm- its about pushing that line between what is recognized by the body as pleasure as opposed to pain>> it's the same nerves. My most intense relationships have been b/d, s-m ones and I treasure the memories of every one. If you find someone you trust - give it a try!

GAWD YAH! Got my old boner hard and drippin here - so far this story reminds me of the 'dungeon' I used to have in New Jersey in the 80's..... slings, glory holes, fuck bench, etc and I lived 5 blocks from the biggest porn vid store in downtown New Brunswick! Keep the story goin dude and give us more reasons to shoot our hot nasty loads!

NICE! It got my bone up enuff to want more! Please!!!!

...one of the first real 'bottoms' I took under my wing was a 28 yr old guy with an average-sized cut cock, but the piss slit was tiny in proportion, and it didn't help that my 7 incher had a huge gapin piss-slot in comparison. One Saturday we were out camping over-nite in the woods We brought along two cases of cheap beer and were getting drunk by the campfire. We were well into the second case and I was about to introduce 'Wallie' to water sports, when he gets a look at my flarin piss-hole in the campfire light and he starts complainin about how its so damn hard for him to piss and he wished he had a big piss--hole. As much fun as it was to watch him piss high into the air and the tortured look on his face as his tiny piss-hole couldn't keep up with his beer-bustin blader, I got wicked turn on by the idea of openin that boy's piss-hole somehow. After several hot beer-campin weekends, Wallie suggested that it might work if I took a large safety pin (which we were playin with at the time) get it red-hot and basically cauterize that little flap of skin that was narrowin the flow right at the tip...... I got super turned on by the idea and we decided we would get really fucked up, I would tie Wallie out spread-eagle on the ground, gag and blindfold him and as crazy as it sounds we did it! It was one of the hottest S/m relationships I had ever had and we really helped each other explore our S/m selves.

I have one brother who lives with his lover in Florida and about ten years ago we found out that one of my DAD's brothers (who we had not heard from in 15 years) died and left his estate to his long-time partner, another man.

My first (of many) trophies was taken on one of the first nights I spent 5 hours fucking my way around a new bath house in Minneapolis in the early 80's. I went into the room of this incredible plump blond bottom boy who had a magical ass that I was able to ride for over an hour before shooting my first load (I was in my early 30's at the time). We took a break, smoked some pot, drank some beer and started to go for round two, and my cock took a little longer to get to its full fat 7 inches..... So my blond chub pulls a simple, leather 3-snap cock-ring out of his toy bag, wraps it round my cock and balls and I was stiff as a baseball bat again and back to fuckin him like there was no tomorrow. The second load took another hour of hard hot sweaty fuckin to deliver. I passed out at that point and we slept curled up together for a while. When I awoke, he was down the hall in the shower and I was ready to head home. So I went back to my locker, retrieved my clothes and went home happy and exhausted. When I woke up in the morning in my own bed, I found I was hard again with that little ring of leather round my cock and balls. I wore that cock-ring for the next 8 months, every other weekend at the baths and fucked probably 100 men wearing that badge of honor!

Humiliating a bottom is more about figuring out what is in them that they are ashamed of, in denial about or playing on the needs and desires and fantasies they have shared with you as a TOP. Perhaps the way to humiliate a bottom who craves your piss is to deny him the pleasure, taunt him about his cravings and sick needs and if possible to do it in front of others. everyone can be made to feel humiliated about something, if a TOP is creative, a good listener and relentless... Hope that helps....

A furious five minute hike had us both at Glenn's grad Apt building front door and running up the steps to the third floor. It was a cramped studio apartment with two adult-sized bunk beds (stacked one on the other) in the corner of the dark room, next to a tiny kitchen and a combo table/desk in front of the curtained window. As Glenn took off his coat, one could hear the coming and going of students outside in the street, heading to bars to get drunk before the big football game tomnorrow. Glenn quiclkly turned on the bathroom light which cast stark shadows across the neat, sparcely furnished room. "My roommate went home to Cleveland for the weekend, he's not into football." Glenn explained as he took 2 beers out of the frig. The bright light from inside the frig lit up Glenn's intense, curly red hair and the sweat that was still beaded on his pale forehead. I took the open beer and took a large swig of the cold foamy brew..and keeping a large swallow of the beer in my mouth I grabbed him by the back of the head, pressed my wet lips to his and started to kiss him hard, slowly working my tongue into his lips, finally feeding him the first sips of my beer. He reacted by tensing up, but did not pull away, AS I had his head and chest firmly pressed up against the wall. I quickly had his shirt unbuttoned and slid my hands up under his t-shirt to find his warm, soft nipples. He tensed again as my cold hands grabbed his tender flesh and I felt his crotch move gently forward for the first time as he rubbed his obviously hardening cock on my thigh through his pants. In what seemed like a flash, I soon had my right hand un-buckling his slim belt and un-doing the button on the top of his jeans. Still kissing him furiously, my left hand quickly slid in behind, not letting him move away from the wall, but in one motion shoving my hand down and grabbing his chilly but fuzzy right ass-cheek. He moaned and wiggled on the wall as I pulled his ass-cheek and massaged it like warm bread-dough. His crotch was still covered, but I could feel his cock getting harder and more pronounced. With my right hand, I slowly pushed Glenn down onto his knees, and told him to get my cock out of my pants and get to work on it... His cold hands fumbled with my belt and zipper, and I could hear the frustration and need in his grunts and moans as he finally pulled down the zipper and yanked down my briefs in one quick motion. my fat 7 incher bounced out and up quickly, and the head was already soaked with a huge pearl of clear pre-cum which only took Glenn a second to get down his throat.... the moans and vibrations of his pleasure at finally having my hot cock right where he wanted it made him wiggle and squirm at my feet and soon had my fat balls trembling in anticipation... but I did not get this guy back to his room for a quick bj. So as I was getting closer and closer as his head flew up and down on my hard cock faster and in more desperation for my cum, I had to finally grabbed his ears and pull him up by his head off my spit-drippin cock and kiss him again, just to put a brake on the huge load of cum that was roiling up in my balls. With one quick and seemless motion, I grabbed Glenn by the shoulders, pulled him up while I was pulling his pants down and he was grabbing his shoes to slide off while I was pushing him back onto the lower bunkbed deep in the shadows. I ripped open my shirt and pushed my pants down to my ankles, still wearing my shoes as I crawled up on him, cock to cock and my hands wrapped round his gorgeous head and shoving my tongue in as hard and deep as I had ever done with anyone in my life. As my body covered him like a blanket, I wanted to eat this man, gobble up his flesh and every drop of his sweat and other man-juices, his hunger made me so much more aggressive and needing to use him more than I had ever felt with a man before.. His need for me and my cock got both of us soo hard and drippin that all that red-fuzzy bush in Glenn's crotch glisened in the dim bathroom light across the room when I rolled to one side to just kiss and hug and drink this hot man in with all my senses. As I slowly kissed him, chewing his ears and nipples and armpits, he slowly and without effort pulled his pants and shirts off, soon laying naked next to me, save his dark sox. He leaned forward and almost reverently took my cock into his warm wet adoring lips again and slowly milked my hard cock, gently rocking back and forth in this awkward pose, as I soon had my spit-lubed middle finger rubbing up and down his fuzzy, sweaty ass-crack still hidden from my view. The deeper and the more intense my finger worked his small hole. the deeper he took my cock down his throat and the more verbal and physical became his response. Soon he had my cock in one of his hands as he stroked and slicked and sucked and nibbled on my huge swollen cock-head. No man had ever made my cock this hard, kept my cum from blowing so skillfully and had brought out every ounce of sex-need that was locked within all parts of my now aching flesh. Then, in one second, Glenn rolled over, opened the top drawer in the night-stand next to the bed and pulled out a small jar of vasilone that was half-empty. Pulling out a huge wad of petrolium jelly on one finger and rubbing it up and down on my now-so-hard cock, I realized I was finally gonna fuck a guy and from the looks of it, it would be a fuck to remember@!

DAD is currently working up (un-medicated POZ-load) #4 for a crazy cam-faggot on Manhunt called VisitHotelGloryHole who promises to take all four loads and lube up his biggest dildo and shove it up his ass while DAD watches on webcam.. and DAD is doingthis while chatting with a sub who DAD has already posted a fictional account on here of our meeting and me pozzing him... he is telling DAD about how, as a kid, he used to steal his REAL DAD's dirty undies, sleep in them and smell em all nite....

Long-Distance POZ Affair Part TWO Well it's been six weeks since DAD got that incredible 'fantasy email' of submission and mutual seduction from 'Jimmy' and dozens of emails, webchats twice a week and several phone calls have not lessened the enthusiasm or excitement that we both seem to share as we get to know eachother more intimately and DAD has a chance to get into this 'new' sub's head space and figure out what made him tick.. Seems as though he had a pretty normal childhood and early adult life, with a couple of jerk-off buddies in high school and one weekend fling with a college roommate that was probably more about too much pot and beer and two young, naive, horny young men still refining their social skills... Without giving DAD a lot of intimate details, Jimmy said that making out with his roommate, sucking eachother's cocks and clumsy attempts on both sides to fuck eachother were equal parts hot impulsive sex, awkward attempts at affection and embarrassing inexperience, which left both Jimmy and his roommate exhausted, confused, frustrated; and from the sounds of it, there was no further attempts at mutual sexual pleasure or any reference to this 'lost weekend' they had shared for the rest of the two years they roomed together. Jimmy would not say if he had a crush on his roommie or if he had any other sexual experiences in college. DAD's sexual expliots in college were extremely different. Teen-aged sexual adventures with my friends and neighbors, all of them my age, kept DAD very busy and by college DAD had a really good idea of when and where shoving his cock in a mouth felt good and there seemed to be no shortage of guys who wanted DAD's cock - even better after that first college fuck experience. The start of DAD's sophmore year DAD found a hot cruising area of woods and paths down by the river on the edge of campus. On a chilly October Friday nite before a classic football rivalry game, DAD met a tall, slender, freckled red-head with blue eyes that could melt ice. 'Glenn' was sucking on DAD's 7 incher right there on the trail next to the river within 5 minutes of first eye contact. Glenn would grab DAD's thighs, pulling that hard cock deeper through those hot supple lips and down his throat, while DAD's hands soon went to the back of Glenn's curly red-head and slowly started fucking his skull as both of us were moaning and shaking with intense sexual satisfaction that only fed more craving and need...After what seemed like a forever of this hot back and forth, DAD finally grabbed Glenn's head tight and held him down on that fat swollen cock for all he was worth. Glenn's gaggin only turned DAD on more and his gasps for air only made DAD's need to rape this man's throat all the more profound. The crisp October air, the chance of being seen by someone coming down the path as the darkness quickly enfolded them made this sex-exchange all the more powerful. Then, in one swift, sure motion, Glenn pulled his head off DAD's cock, spit flying in all directions, jumped to his feet and grabbed DAD by the lapels of his jacket. Staring deep into DAD's eyes, Glenn's nostrils flared and he struggled to catch his breath. His pale freckled face was bright red and there were tiny beads of sweat on his forehead even as his lips still glistened with spit in the fading light. For a half-second DAD was afraid Glenn was about to take a swing at him. Finally Glenn took a slow deep breath and pulling DAD closer to his face whispered, "You want to come back to my place and fuck me with that??" Continued...

Part ONE It's been almost two years since I found Chuck, a willing bottom who wanted much more than just the usual jerk-off POZ-fantasy relationship, and after three months of twice a week fucking, Chuck was happily complaining of the worst case of flu in his life... and it was August!! But after he got what he wanted from me he soon moved on to other hot cocks. So, when I received an e-mail a few weeks ago from a hot cub on SilverDaddies telling me he 'liked my profile and really wanted to chat', I just thought how nice, but didn't think a lot about where it would lead. The Cub is in his late 40s, a good looking man, with just enough shape to get my attention. Unfortunately our initial attempts at chat were not promising. He seemed genuinely interested in exploring his submissive side, but the fact that he had just ended a 14 year relationship and was out of the country on business kept me wondering how serious he was. After a week of five minute chats and a few 'How are you?' e-mail exchanges, we finally got the chance to have a good conversation. He had obviously studied my profile where I talk about my willingness to help a bottom discover, understand and finally celebrate the submissive hiding within and he was full of questions, which convinced me he was serious about seeing where a connection could go between us. Only at the end of our chat did I bring-up a point that is in my profile, namely, that I was POZ and only raw-fucked my trainees. He responded with some cryptic answer that "He understood my situation and was concerned," but really said very little. As we were winding down our chat he suggested I give him an assignment that he could complete to demonstrate his intentions, and upon completion he said he would e-mail me describing how he had followed my instructions. I told him that was easy, that he should sit down and write out what his fantasy of what our first real-time meeting would be like. He jumped at the chance and happily agreed to begin. I told him I would be checking my e-mails that night before bed and that if he was serious there should be a detailed account of his hungers and fears awaiting me. I got home late from work that night so it was well after midnight when I finally opened up his e-mail, I was in for quite a surprise! He detailed a incredible first submission scene that was leanly written, intense and very powerful. I was rock hard by the third sentence and he had written 13 hot paragraphs describing a tentative bottom who was being stripped of his illusions and fears and left naked, hard, sweating and hungry to be used. As I got to the last graphs of his fantasy encounter, my cock was throbbing. Eventually, you approach my hole with your cock, both lubed. I feel your cock start to press against my hole. After a bit, you work its way in. Extend it fully so that your balls are flush with my skin. I moan and you pause just for a second for things to relax. Then you start fucking me. Both of us fully aware of what is happening. After the appropriate amount of time, you cum completely inside of me. Eventually you remove your cock, using your finger to get any last remnants on your cock or around my asshole, and push the mains of your load into my hole. Once completed, you then take a small butt plug, push it up my ass. Your desire is to keep your seed in my rectum as long as possible. You roll me over. Your cum in me, both of us naked, you look deep in my eyes and say "You are now becoming mine." And then you kiss, hold and rub me. We both know a transition is underway. Something special is taking place, and when complete, I will belong to you. " Looks like this bottom and I have a lot to talk about. DAD will keep you updated on progress!

I chat with so many poz men who haven't really accepted the fact that they are POZ, let alone celebrate it or want to share their thoughts, feelings, experiences and fantasies on a site like this one.. is it just me or did other POZ-men have a hard time accepting the fact that they were POZ, let alone that there are multiple sites where it is celebrated and even sought out? How long after your diagnosis did u really feel PROUD about being POZ??

I used to drive from western Mass to just past Syracuse NY (about 125 miles one way) to spend long weekends fuckin this hot kinky bottom named Ernie... he was a total fuck-pig and if he hadn't already been pozzed up before I met him he would have been after I left the first weekend...on average I think I used to plant ten fifteen loads in his hot hungry ass over and over and over in about 36 hours.. His ass-lips were like pure warm silk...and he could drink ur piss down with the best of 'em... sure miss Ernie, he was one hell of a fuck and a sweethart as well. RIP!!

FUCKIN' HOT!!! Just the barest outlines of lust, hunger, submission and total consumption... written just like a rough charcoal sketch capturing a powerful dominaiton/submission ballet! Please write more for us!

I hate to add a voice of irresponsibility to this thread on a site devoted to bug-chasing, but I have been goin off and back on my meds for the past several years, and the first 2 'med vacations' were actually under my doctor's supervision... I was off my meds for 18 months at one point and my CD4 never got below 250 and my viral load was well over 750,000. I have gone off my meds for one or 2 weeks at a time at least three times to make sure that when I fucked (willing and eager for IT) neg bottoms who seriously wanted my virus I "would get the job done"! And after 10 days off my meds I was successfully able to infect AT LEAST 2 of the 4 I played with. I am convinced that even today, the meds they are giving us are still way too potent, especially when ur taking 3-4 drug combos. I have often skipped days taking my meds since they ALWAYS upset my stomach and as long as I take my meds faithfully for like 3 weeks before my bloodwork is drawn, I have been undetectable for the past 6 years. I should add that I was most likely hiv-POZ for about 13 years before I was diagnosed, and the worst thing that I ever experienced was a case of shingles. I have NEVER had a CD4 lower than 235 which is where I was when I started taking meds 15 years ago. AND I would not be suprised if for a lot of us long-term POZ guys who stay healthy, maybe we have a fantasy of someday being infected with a superstrain of AIDS and then we dont have to worry about takin our meds and we will know for sure that our seed is truly deadly..... Different strokes for different folks... sorry for all who are offended...

KNOW THE TRUTH> and the TRUTH shall set u free!

HEY boi.. tell DADDY some more about urself and what sort of fantasies u r into sharing.... love live cam chats and giving boys email assignments...

So, when u say 'the tests came back neg', do u actually see a copy of the test results or is this just something they are telling you?? And my experience with other bottoms who have been playin it 'safe' is that once they have finally known the powerful experience of a true raw fuck, it gets to be more and more of a challenge to keep fuckin on the safe side.... but who knows, maybe you will have the strength to resist... if yo udo and if you are CERTAIN they are both neg buds, then I say go for it!

When it cums to chewin out a bottom's hole before stretchin it w/ my fat cut 7 inch throbber, I REALLY get hard and horny chewin a furry hole out and getin the fur in my teeth, so that when I kiss the bottom on the lips as his legs go up over my shoulders he can taste his own pussy-hole on my lips and chew his own ass-fur as I start to pound him.... sweat, piss, fur, ass-juice.. bring it on, it's all just a sex-drug for this TOP

HELL YAH.. just about the hottest way to fuck a gapin hole around... but it's not for a TOP or bottom who is in a hurry.. and it def helps to fist a bottom before u shove ur balls up in there as well... I used to use a 48" leather shoe lace wrapped round my ball sack rom the base of my cock so that my balls stood out about 2 inches when I was done.. not many pig-holes can handle it but it is FUCKING HEAVEN.. u NEVER want to shoot when u got a hold of a guy's hole that way! Poppers, weed and coke all make it much more fun