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On 4/3/2022 at 2:11 AM, plymsleazebear said:

I have a married fuck buddy who is poz/undetectable for about 10 years.  He told me the guy who pozzed him was someone he had seen in porn films, so when he saw the guy on a cruising app he begged him to poz him.  Doesn't regret converting, & has become really sleazy since.  I've told him if he ever comes off meds I'll let him make me his poz son, but he's not prepared to risk exposing his wife.

Holy fuck thats hot

19 hours ago, TotalTop said:

I am not into this. It does not matter if the man is not cut or cut, if he smells like he has not bathed in multiple days I do not have sex with him, or I have us shower together first...

Same here my stomach turned reading the topic if this thread but no judgement at all

I was 11 definitely bareback, don't think I knew what a rubber was 👿

I topped a married guy few weeks ago and as I'm going in him he says "your good right"? Whatever thats supposed to mean Last night I bottomed for a 19 year old college guy he said "I'll never wear a rubber but if you want I'll pull out when I'm about to cum". I laughed and said "no fucking way I need you to come in me". He laughed and said "who cares if you get HIV take a pill everyday thats all". We are hooking up tomorrow ges bringing a buddy for a 3 way.

On 4/3/2022 at 11:25 PM, pdfprvsx said:

i cant say here without getting in trouble but at least the same age as when i started and i started very early.

Same 

On 3/15/2022 at 12:57 PM, T-Girl-Cumdumpster said:

I would have gotten on my knees and sucked your cock till you blew your load down my throat whenever and wherever you wanted as often as you wanted, no questions asked and no strings attached. I would have given you discrete blowjobs on the download or depthroated your cock in front of your buddies if you wanted. thats why so many straight guys have used me. cause I am so easy and an eager, talented cocksucker with zero standards. But the best ever was when I asked my high school buddy’s dad if he wanted a blowjob when he was driving me home. after that he would always drive me home after I sucked off his son a few times and he would park somewhere that I could give him a blowjob. so I would go home with my belly full of a father and his son’s cum. he knew his son was fucking me and I think the son knew I was sucking his dads cock.

Does life get any better?

On 3/8/2022 at 9:07 AM, rawTOP said:

For far too long @drscorpio has been doing the bulk of the moderation here. I'm happy to announce that, going forward, @viking8x6 and @a6uldeve84u  will also be moderating your posts. a6uldeve84u has been with the site for 11 1/2 years, viking8x6 for 9 1/2 years. Please be kind to them - especially the first few weeks as they learn how to be moderators.

Congratulations guys

On 2/17/2022 at 6:05 PM, PigBoyDallas said:

rock-cock-jock I think you nailed it there. I don't go out seeking straight guys/boys, but they seem to key into me, or I put out some vibe or attitude they like or connect with. things with me that they can't with anyone else. 

I have found honesty in normal surroundings really works. I started talking to a dusty highway worker one day I saw he had a wedding band on and in the course of the conversation he asks if I'm married, I told him "no I'm gay".  He is quiet and then says "I heard you guys get into guys like me working type guys"? I said "definitely could get into you anytime". In 5 minutes we were in his truck and I got a mouthful of cum. We hooked up a few times, he said his wife gives him all the pussy he wants but is terrible at head. I also wanted to mention the current kids coming out do not have the same idea of sex most of us do. There is not the gay/straight labels its sex and if they want it they do it. A buddys 16 year old son is open about getting sex from both sexes and is not embarrassed or shy about it. The thing that really blew my mind was my friend has 2 nephews (her 2 brothers sons). First the 16 year old comes out to his parents without any reservations and months later her other brothers 14 year old son brings a friend home and tells his parents they are dating. Both families were fine with it.  I think its great they are so adjusted im in my 20s and when I was 17 and sick of my fathers asking why I don't have a girlfriend, I came out to him and he almost dropped dead. 10 years later its still a sore subject with him but my mom and brother could care less.  Some other time I will share some funny stories my brother told me that made him think I was gay as a kid.

I love sucking tiny T dicks so size is not an issue.

When I started getting fucked i didn't know what a condom was. 

Poz

Wasting 

Breed

Toxic 

Aids

Raw

Bareback 

Homeless

Junkie

Twisted

Spun

Slam

Heroin

Dope

T

On 1/24/2022 at 3:47 PM, timfreo said:

I've had a stranger in an ABS warn me he was about to cum in me and asked if I wanted his "dirty" load.. what else would a whore do, but reach back & pull his hips in closer . He was happy I took his load

damn thats hot

LOVE ❤️ uncut

My older brother told me going back to really young I was fascinated by guys bushes and always wanted to touch them.  He took me to beach a few times and when him and his buds were changing I embarrassed him but they laughed it off I was a curious little kid. I think that till today its why the more thick bush a guy has the more I'm turned on.

I used to love to piss on myself too, I was a bed wetter and when I outgrew it used to love to pee on myself and then realized it turned me on to piss in my pants.  When I was a teen an older guy used to get me high and have me shit in my pants for him.  I loved the way it felt when I first shit but when he would open my pants and started playing with it the smell made me throw up a few times.

Merry Christmas 🎅  guys. I'm curious do may of you hook up on holidays. Christmas i stay home mostly to not hear my folks bitch but then start looking later at night. It's great because so many guys come to Long Island to visit family and then get horny to fuck. A few years ago I hooked up with a guy from South Africa here to visit his folks. 

On 12/17/2021 at 4:07 PM, nastysubbbbottom said:

if i know he is poz i beg fpr it. once a neg guy from bbrt knew i was corresppnding with a guy who said he was neg but was a known stealther.  as soon as the guy left i contacted the stealther. at that time i still would not commit to cum in my ass but loved it from poz guys. just too shy to say.  so this stealther gave me his number. i told him i knew we had not hooked upbecause i hadnt commited to tak8ng his loads but promised i would. i said afterall, your profile says neg so i'll take all ypur sperm.  i mean guys do lie, but i really need sperm.  yes, he came over in a flash.  when he'd been fucking me i said "oh how i wish you were actually poz" he smiles and said well that neg test was years ago. i went crazy saying how i hoped he was infected with hiv. i knew that word would turn a stealther 9n.  as he got close fuck8ng me missionary he said oh fuck! i'm poz then pinned my legs down with his hands.he said. and. oh. . . stealthing you fucker! i begged and he drilled his poz seed deep.  he's the one who helped me become a chaser.

so fucking beautiful 

4 hours ago, DannyBoyCMH said:

For me, it was not a choice.  I was young and was fucked bare.  I honestly never even knew what a condom was until a few years later.  Even then, tops would never use them. I even asked a few, and they refused.  So...

Same here at 11 I didn't know and then by the time I knew I didn't want the top to wear them. 

14 hours ago, str8mature5 said:

8 with one of 5 brothers who all wanted sucked off, when they came home from dates that didn't put out they would shove their cocks down my throath until they shot their loads. Great times.!

Sounds like faggot heaven lol

One cold winter night I wanted to get fucked I was trying all the apps but nobody was around. I saw this guy a few towns away but his stats didn't appeal to me but I was desperate. What made me suspicious were his public pics were shot at such angles that it did not show how heavy he was. I like rarely hook up without a face pic but I did that night. When I got to his place my suspicions were correct he was not a good looking guy actually kind of ugly but his clothes and haircut didn't help. He made me lay on the edge of his gross bed and he started standing up but because of his belly he wound up crawling on me and pumping me groaning and moaning. He jizzed a huge load in me and I jumped up got dressed and left. Even high I felt disgusting and hated myself. I kept thinking of him sweating and grunting on me and repulsion turned to lust and I went back the next night and the next. There is nothing else no oral or anything just me in his disgusting dirty bed and him crawling on top of me crushing me and pumping like  a savage. He makes me feel how I felt when my dad told me "the only thing worse then having a queer son is a junkie queer son". Its a familiar feeling so now writing this I wanna text him.

A few years back when I was in college I met a guy online and he asked me to come to his place.  When I got there I realized he was mentally challenged and I got scared to proceed. He was really cute and we went in his room and man he pounded my ass like a champ.  We met up a few times and the sex was always amazing, I don't know why we lost touch I think about him often.  A guy on one of the sites told me he had intense sex with a guy with down syndrome  and the guy was a hot top in bed 

22 minutes ago, str8mature5 said:

What a Hot Package this top has!

damn 

On 11/1/2021 at 12:11 PM, pozboy said:

smoking is so good, it never lets you down, right? all boys should be heavy smokers by age 13,agreed? we should do all we can to get more and younger boys addicted! never got past 3ppd - you?

I love seeing young kids smoking you know they're probably gonna grow up to be one of us.

10 hours ago, PatientZero said:

As a kid, I always liked getting sick. It meant I could stay home from school, and the symptoms gave me a masochistic pleasure. I loved colds, I loved allergies, I loved sinus infections. Eventually I graduated to pneumonia, bronchitis, even the flu. Most curious of all, however, is that I would purposely spread this perpetual disease of mine, in meanspirited pranks and typical childhood mischief. I would spit into my friends’ food when they weren’t looking, and watch in sadistic joy as they degenerated into sharing my symptoms. I didn’t grow out of this phase either. As I came of age, I discovered the apex predator of the germ kingdom. AIDS. Incurable. Untreatable. Unsurvivable. While most adolescents rush to lose their virginity as soon as possible, I rushed to get pozzed.

When I was 17, I attended a party at a local fraternity. In a grueling marathon of gay sex fueled by weed and liquor, my ass had accrued seventeen different sperm samples. By the end of the night, a cocktail of different HIV strains was stewing in my bowels. A handsome Latino twunk named Adam pumped me full of his seed ten times over. A broad-shouldered man with a chest full of hair named Sergei made me swallow eight mouthfuls. A crowd of pretty Asian boys and cute black hunks encircled me and jerked themselves until I was bukkaked. I wallowed around in their infected cum like a pig in mud. I could feel poisonous seed coursing through my veins. I could feel its potency rotting my immune system with such incredible, arousing power. It was the truest ecstasy. The first thing I did afterwards was go get tested, to confirm what I already knew. When the nurse handed me my positive results, I celebrated that sheet of paper like it was my college diploma.

Speaking of which, at around the same time, I got an internship at the busiest hospital in my hometown of Springville, where I processed lab results. I worked in the very same lab where I received my diagnosis, as a matter of fact. Anyways, I wanted my newly infected bug to worsen. In fact, I wanted to be the vector of the gnarliest, nastiest, most potent bug ever. So I refused treatment, you ask? No. I took my prescription of darunavir just like the doctor ordered until the symptoms nearly vanished. Then I stopped medicating until my fever grew back full force. Then I resumed treatment until my bug once again teetered on the brink of death. Rinse and repeat indefinitely. The result was a viral mutation; a superbug that had developed an immunity to all possible treatment. I was essentially a mad scientist, having genetically engineered a deadly bioweapon using myself as the guinea pig. Now that my body was the vessel of an impending natural disaster, what was left to do? Spread it, of course.

Every night after my shift at the lab, I went to the local gay bar and fucked every single man that would have me. Some were easy as pie, fetishizing barebacking or even being fellow bug chasers themselves. But most demanded I wear protection, so I went around with a wallet full of a dozen condoms that I had to restock every night. Did I mention that I cut the tip off of each condom the night prior? Yes, there was not a single man who could escape the bite of my venomous cum. I stealthily planted my seed deep in their assholes where they would never find it until it was too late. The sluttier victims would openly bathe in the corrosive acid that bled from my tip, swallowing every drop after fellatio or wallowing around in a puddle of the stuff. Knowing how ruinous and radioactive my cum was, I’m surprised it didn’t melt their flesh on the spot. They would almost always remark on its bitter taste of decay; an eerie hint that they had just been fatally poisoned.

And remember; I work at the local blood test lab. Whenever someone came in concerned they had HIV, I would be the one to handle their paperwork. I would analyze their blood, they would of course test positive, but I would forge a false negative printout sheet and hand it to them. There’s nothing I cherish more than seeing their sigh of relief when they read that terrible, terrible lie. And so they would be sent back into the world, unknowingly spreading their disease further and further. And even if they did know, it wouldn’t matter. I didn’t contaminate their immune system with a normal STD; I impregnated them with an invincible tool of bioterrorism. I singlehandedly fostered an entire generation of either untreated or untreatable HIV, and finally after eight years of patiently waiting, the rotten fruit of my labors have been made manifest.

The irreversible change seemed to happen almost overnight. Once upon a time, Springville seemed to be the poster child for sexual hygiene. Now, it looks like town straight out of a zombie apocalypse movie. Men shamble the streets, deathly ill beyond treatment. Everyone is stricken with nigh-fatal fevers, their brains painfully boiling in meningitis. Pneumonia and tuberculosis slay the population like the Black Plague. I have unleashed an AIDS epidemic upon Springville. It is now a quarantined dystopia, a breeding ground of disease. A decade ago, the death rate here was 573. Now? 986 and growing. It’s the deadliest city in America, making even Detroit seem like a paradise. I write this remorseless confession on my deathbed. My AIDS-linked meningitis is terminal. I tried to seek treatment, to savor the sickness for as long as possible, but every last hospital and medical clinic within a hundred miles is overcapacity. I die with a smile on my face, knowing my horrible fate is shared with thousands others, and it’s all my doing.

I thought I was the only one who loved being sick. I love laying in bed wasted, its one of the reasons dope is my DOC. I spend days at a time nodding in and out, to me nothing is a better feeling.

15 minutes ago, pozboy said:

what helps you get that many smoked?

Getting high, certain chems I smoke one  after another

I started cigarettes and getting high at 11. I'm like a pack and a day smoker but definitely have had days smoking 3-4  packs in a day