rawsatyr

The thought alone turns me on but as a novice to the scene I haven't 'hopped in the rink' yet! But just letting somebody fuck you without EVER knowing his name or ever finding out, no formalities, no inhibitions... all that alone sends me right over the edge. The glory-hole thing would rock my world!

On the subject, seems like 'hyperspermia' is favored by evolution and thus big cummers are the CHAMPS in the breeding world! So a while back I came across an interesting science article (date, publication, validity can not be 'authenticated' at this point, so sad) ... but I recall an interesting theory or 'finding' in it. It related mostly to straight sex, promiscuity and 'women getting knocked up'. The essence of the article was something like this: Women who have sex with mates (husbands) with a low sex-drive or who don't CUM much (into them) tend to get action on the side. Obviously they would pick tricks or 'lovers' who have what hubby has less of (cuckold fetish might have started here) So in the hypocrite, CHEATING straight world, she is most likely to go for a 'philandering buck' who fucks around. Said females shortly after 'obligatory, rare, possibly boring sex' get FIRED UP , their CHEAT INSTINCTS kick in. They will often follow up their early morning sex with trysts with MORE INTENSE FORBIDDEN SEX. Often it's a THE STUD THEY MISSED OUT ON! A quickie with the yard-boy, the one-all-the girls-talked-about, any (big-dicked) possibly copious cummers (like 'popular' players do), are more likely to have the cum-gushing buck impregnate them as his huge loads and deep thrusts will out-compete the more 'dainty' male... in short, HIS GUSHING FLOW overwhelms the tiny semen deposit that came earlier! By volume a champ-buck may easily 'out-compete' the 'regular, rightful male' with his 10, 20 times higher DNA deposit! Which had me visualize a tantalizing scenario: the once popular (in high-school) chick settled down with 'the nice guy' the PROVIDER. She made a pragmatic choice but she also had a crush on a certain guy with the visibly BIG COCK, (the girls swooned over him) but he was sleeping around and had a reputation that NO WOMAN could tame him! So she made a SAFE choice with some guy who was 'nice' to her but lacked the passion. Well, she wanted kids and he had a steady job, so there. But evolution fights back when 'logical choices' are made! So she finally got laid again by her tame-cuming, hard-working, not-so-endowed hubby. Of course she is always IN HEAT and cheats on him the first chance she gets. And chances are it's that popular buck known for his big cock and nuts who when he fucks her like an animal, cums like a bull and makes her toes curl. So after getting moderately stuffed by hubby she is STILL IN HEAT (like us gay guys are after the first trick) So she calls THE STUD over and gets deep-dicked and bred because she knows, 'hubby would never suspect the kid isn't his' (if preggers, wrongly ASS-umes she PROBABLY could be, would be or is already knocked up) BUT THE CHEATERS BUCK SHOT WINS! Which brings us to GAY HYPOSPERMIC BREEDING! Possibly delivered via the biggest, fattest cock!!!! Preferably by a promiscuous, poz, cocky-arrogant fuck! It's my ultimate FETISH! Not in a 'chaser-sort-of-way' but as in the ULTIMATE in 'dangerous' fucking... he WOULD KNOCK YOU UP FOR SURE! For me it started with the FIRST GUY, a bouncer at a gay bar with a bulging crotch and a legendary big cock! I didn't become a HOSE-MONSTER, appreciate most cocks but the fat-dicked big cumers have me come back for seconds and thirds and they often ask me to be PRELOADED! I wonder why? Anyways, I won't flinch and hold onto what the stud-cumer gives me like a thief who robbed the bank!

I have had a few TOTAL FLAKES or no-shows, who say ON MY WAY, and never show. Guys who I recognize as total sluts from the past> Most recently I had the first flake from bbrt who on day 3 (I told him, "dude I'm working!") of our prolonged 'courtship' (on bbrt and later in phone messages) became progressively more paranoid about the pictures... if they are recent or whatever or me at all, the kind of paranoia I recall from the days of GAY.com... Whatever happened to that app anyway? They really messed up back in like 2006 when they changed format - so much fun, so much non-stop action! I even met my husband on there and lots of fun guys (tricks) who I'm still friends with. Even the first time I EVER took a random bareback cock in a threeway with two strangers, without questions... simply because the guy has such a gorgeous PORN-COCK, you know, cut, flaring head, shaped a bit like a saddle, the kind of cock that just makes me weak... and he filled me up like a penata with his jizz... But with the paranoia and flakiness I find that DRUGS are squarely part of the equation... TINA to be precise. One hot fuck whom I haven't boinked yet (as I was expecting to get topped by him) turns out to be an easily distractable tweaker always looking for the next free bump. Meth rules his life! Can't get hard, too bad, so cute, and is always fidgeting on his I-phone for apps, porn and messages wide open... distracted. And my seasoned fuck-buddy who has topped VIRTUALLY EVERYBODY in the scene here in town warned me not to leave out cash or credit-cards as the (fairly young) guy already has a criminal case pending where he stole from an old lady/customer at the Home Depot where he worked... Another flake (with hunky man-pics and huge cock) wanted me to leave the front-door open, be ass up and who knows what. Then did the next day he said he had to HELP SOME FRIEND then something about a 'fire' the next day (with PROOF of smouldering pictures) and then eventually tells me 'you would reject me anyways, as those pics are me three years ago BEFORE the bad accident. I weigh 300lbs and ugly now and nobody likes that!' I told me, whoa dude am I on some 'hidden camera prank show?' He said: "WHAT? I don't get it!" To a degree I'm enjoying the 'trouble-maker' high-risk encounters. On the fun of flaky side as I see my 'fuck mentors' taking chances and thrill-rides 24/7... so when I have free time during the day, I find that I get more action just stopping by one of them. There is already action lined up there and I can slip right in... 90% of the time; as top, bottom, threeways, fourways... I will even do guys who aren't MY TYPE at all. As long as they are fun, forward, raging hard-on or smooth ass... no questions asked... lewd, goofing around, buck-naked... sometimes the alpha (home-owner) egging me on like in a SKETCHYSEX frat-house with "HEY, we are in the bed-room! Why you still have your clothes on?" My favorite fuck-buddy knows how to sort the flakes out from the champs. And he told me not to respond to the ones TOO CLOSE to his house on grindr!!! Says 'a bird doesn't shit in its own nest!' I almost wished there were more total strangers in the bunch but turns out, at least half I'm already friends with on Facebook or fucking them one time we end up being fuck friends... but I think it is the 'law-of-nature' that as a predator hunting for prey, most get away... even a lion only takes down something on every 7 or 8 chases. Or like whores making a living sucking cock who hail from the curb for suitors! lol You just have to develop a jaded sluttiness... and roll with the flow.

I used to have the BF, now ex (but still friendly). I recall him several times in a semi-sleep taking my ass, never saying a word, eyes fully closed, and pumping my ass. Miraculously, it always went down 'without a glitch', clean as a whistle. It was a totally selfish, self-absorbed fuck and (looking back) I'm sure ANY other bro's (or trick's) hole would have been fucked had one been over instead of me... He was like in a trance, every time, like a sleep-walker, he was a 'sleep-fucker'. There was a light across the street that always lit the room to where you could see just enough that I knew he was 'not all there', physically with a raging hard-on yes, but mentally not... almost like a fucking zombie. At the time he was still basking in the recent glory of having gotten the cover of ADVOCATE MEN, so it was a special privilege to have his V-shaped chest illuminated... as he was rutting! And he always played with his nipples while his cock zeroed in on my ass like a heat-seeking missile without further guidance... he is a copious pre-cumer and when he had a raging hard-on in his sleep it was always drooling DNA making his dick glistening and slippery! And with my accommodating anxious hole it made a perfect target practice for him... On the half a dozen or so occasions this happened, I never bothered to say a word or got annoyed he wasn't visually acknowledging me, or that it was ALL ABOUT HIM. For all I know he was imaging one of his many tricks he was fucking behind my back. Back then his notorious hypocrisy bothered me, but in hindsight all that is a HUGE turn-on. My ideal boy-friend would fuck any and every hole he wants to... well, my man NOW and I have that arrangement, but it's almost like those fishing licences we have in the South that we habitually renew, JUST IN CASE we go. But he is so busy with work, he hardly ever practices the commitment to random promiscuity that we preach... I on the other hand DO GO 'fishing' for cock and he loves my exploits... So anyway, my sleep-fucking BF would be LIKE IN A ZONE, on AUTO-FUCK, a barebacking zombie, playing with his nipples, slow-fucking at a steady pace without true exertion and eventually releasing a huge blast of pulsing jizzes into my ass... all fairly quiet, then please himself some more with some bonus rutting as if he had more to blow and then disengage as if nothing happened and be out cold. To this day now I have a big fetish for selfish guys, jerks really, who don't say much, it's all about them... well, to a degree, like a special DISH best served cold! Cocky ass-hole jerk on auto-fuck wearing sun-glasses inside the house; fucking my hole like he would fuck any other random stranger. Too lazy to jerk off, needs to deposit his cum in a random hole... I once, weeks after a fuck, asked my ex if he realizes he fucks me in the middle of sleep and he was genuinely surprised, puzzled even and mildly disturbed. He possibly thought I was telling a TALL TALE: "Are you for real? Seriously? When? Last night too?"

I LOVE poses like that revealing that upside-down V-cleft on a rugged, cut cock! Looks like he would rut hard and good to work his load and wreck your hole! Tag you for sure with his DNA!

When I first came out in Hollywood, few guys had posed naked. With the internet a virtual 'arms-race' of lewd nudity has taken place and I love it. The favorite way of guys showing off their stuff is by posing 'forced perspective', cock front and center, and SHOWING FACE, and often with the tongue out for the extra lascivious touch... especially when they pop up on hook-up apps and let you know in no uncertain terms "Dude I ONLY DO BARE!"

From the responses above I gather that many of us are really a bit in the dark and what rules there are (yes yes, if one set this site up, it's SO OBVIOUS) or how easy it is to innocently (as a novice) step out of bounds. Like a tourist in a foreign culture. Some high-priest mumbles and knocks your ball-cap off! "YOU ARRRE NOT IN AMERIKA!" There are so many subjects and fetishes discussed in this forum where I can't even follow. "Say WHAT??" I simply don't even understand (WHY for example somebody would DESIRE to have a scorching collection of drug-resistant STDs) or as I have seen in chat, individuals 'romanticizing' a miserable HIV-related demise... some sounding suicidal while wearing panty-hose in their profile pics and others totally agreeing while barely of voting age. These are just random examples of self-destructive behavior patterns I have observed, where I just CRINGE and quietly wonder what bizarre fetish mine-field I have stepped in. I worry when law enforcement might step in or why not... but those are mere thoughts that I keep to myself and I quickly leave chat. (Where is the FUN? Why so much DARKNESS? I have wondered a few times if I made a mistake by joining, especially since all the 'contributions' are PERMANENT, I think I read.) And again, here I wonder IF I can even SAY this... imagine this: "a former catholic altar boy gets banned from a hardcore sex fetish site for 'violating rules'!"... I will share that tale with my friends without saying which one it was, lol Really for the most part I consider myself a virtual FAKE, a WANNA-BE player, someone who stepped out of a cloister of virtual monogamy into the darkest underworld I have ever seen. Why? Because I don't think I have even reached the 100 mark yet for hardcore sexual conduct... and even those with rubbers on during the 'repressed era' were far and few in between. Yes I have made up for lost time, but only in the last year or two. The repeat PLAYERS I associate with, for the most part are even wilder than I am: drugs, promiscuity, kinks but MOST could never know I'm on here as they would immediately shun me, once they read some of the recurring subject matters... "WTF are you insane!", they would say! There are many hypocrites among them and poz-haters, a complicated multi-leveled underground of debauchery! Go figure! TUMBLR really was my favorite outlet as RAWSATYR there until I learned that the CEO of VERIZON got pissed over somebody violating the underage rules, something I personally have no tolerance for either. But why throw out the baby with the bath-water? Why not punish those violators? In the aftermath, I expected that everybody's and all my content would be EXPUNGED, disappear because of so much RETRO-ACTIVELY DECLARED 'unacceptable' (as of a few days ago) ADULT content. It's harder to navigate now and go to individuals profiles and archives, much harder. But I still have over 5,000 followers even after many members simply closed their profiles and thus fall off. I checked just yesterday and I have more DOZENS NEW followers coming in, often daily, even though I have not made a single NEW 'sexually-creative' posting since DAY X! (I just checked and already have a new follower in the first hours of today, three on a dead Monday) and I have been TOTALLY INACTIVE there... for what... a month now!? I reblogged prospective transfer options on that last day to other sites, none of which are (so far) convincing me. I did some really creative writing there to accompany hot videos or pictures I put together in 'collections' to illustrate the prose. But I stopped DEAD even before the cut-off day. But I guess no 'grand-fathering' of my existing postings? Well, whatever! I just cross-checked and I STILL see other members there posting new adult content just not at the volume I used to see. But my profile has a blue WARNING bar at the top that says: "You have posts that contain adult content which violate Community Guide-lines!" As tumblr has no option to share EXIT PLANS and new gathering sites (other than in messages and chat), where else do all those go who don't fit in? Is it 'rumblr', CUMBLR... ???

YUP! CUM! Personally, especially with 'repeat breeders' I prefer they only slap on spit and especially if they precum a lot, 'the chute is primed'! After the first full load in my ass no further lube is necessary... if a guy pulls out his 'favorite lube' I don't stop him (I hate micro-managers in sex, lol) and let him do his thing... knock yourself out bro! One of my (yet unfulfilled) fantasies is to catch a masturbators jizz at a sex-party (WITH WITNESSES) and use it as lube for the first guy stepping up...

Well, can't help you there, although I had the BEST TIME with a couple yesterday. Fucked one and got bred by the other! But I love THE SPIRIT of other guys who are equally as 'playful'!

On festive occasions, like when I visit bars, get up with tricks or when I'm fully in the mood and 'cleaned up' for play, I prefer going commando... for easy access and to make sure my boner shows off in all its anatomical SPECIFICS, with the ripple of the exposed knob always rubbing against the fabric... making the FLARING HEAD even more pronounced as I get a semi-hard-on know I'm being watched or flirted with... it's like a bait for bottoms. I for one need the eager appreciation and horny responses to my EXHIBITIONISM... For example: Just yesterday (via BBRT) I hooked up with this sexy, scruffy redneck who revealed to me that he always noticed and appreciated my schlong flopping around in my denims when he saw me out. He asked me if I knew that it drove him and probably lots of twinks wild... well, I did and I didn't. But I guess, mission accomplished. Likewise I had noticed the dude myself over the years specifically for having his crotch revealing all the goodies... that and his 'straight look' with the ballcap and scruffy face. Less is best, something I think I got hooked on in high-school when I was still chasing girls who showed off their nipples going without a bra... Bad boys, especially the big-dicked ones in return would escalate the 'arms-race' and were the ones who would show off all their junk in denims or beach-shorts! And underwear just muzzles that erotic display... well we, the trick last night and I, apparently wasted much time since the twink days just staring and flirting, but had never hooked up... it came as a surprise yesterday as I walk in on the anon BBRT trick I realized it's HIM, one of the secret crushes from the past and he told me he ALWAYS wanted to hook up with... well he and his man had their way with me... well I better stop as I'm not sure I'm 'saying the right thing' in the right subject and end up with more warning points... the bottom-line is that GOING COMMANDO or BOLDLY SHOWING OFF apparently has created a secret fan-club of guys who equally share the fetish (but don't dare to 'display') Over time I have developed a TOTAL FETISH for 'rugged cocks' (cut, pierced, inked, shaved crotch, leathery dicks, the trademark of the frequent fucker) I suspect you can only achieve that look when you habitually let your junk flop around in rough-shot denims, ripped and worn to hell or even commando in fairly stiff but really fashionable ones... seeing a guys Prince Albert through sheer fabric sends me through the roof! Second choice JOCK-STRAPS but really they hide too much but a a 'cute' fetish refreshing high-school coming out moments...

I have gotten a whooping batch of warning points for 'somehow' posting or mentioning something kinky in the wrong place, something 'kinky' I'm much in the dark about and don't even understand... that's all I recall. I'm like a blundering novice in the pasture, making crude comments (by accident) much like Mister Bean it RAT-RACE when he sees hot-dogs at the buffet at the casino and says: "OH COCK DOGGIES!" I was banned from posting for like a few weeks but didn't come back to the site for months. Only because TUMBLR is now gone all PURITAN do I have more temptation to look here. I guess I'll just wear my PERMANENT WARNING POINTS as a badge of bad-boy honor. But I'm much more reluctant to post anything, or using words I didn't see previous posters use...

I have never seen the tooth brush thing (in the real world) The closest to that was this dude fingering me with what seemed like a purpose-driven effort to cut or scrape me raw with his rough hands and unkempt nails before fucking me... he looked like he was expecting me to wince as his nail was poking and possibly intended to slice, but he didn't draw blood though... if you want to know more read on... Now visualize this: "SICILY 1922!" No that wasn't it... Wait Dorothy... oh yeah: Picture this - Memphis 2016. I had just the year before crossed over into the willful promiscuous bareback scene. (i love the phrase) Until 2015 I was a notorious monogamist with a reputation for 'HE ONLY DATES PRETTY BOYS', whatever. Lots of 'roughians' who looked like they 'got around', fucked everything that moved and partied too much were totally sidelined by me. Only looked, never touched! Besides, once in a relationship, I was OFF THE MARKET. So, coming up poz and finding out my smart, innocent, young BF has a much wilder side to him than I ever thought (secretive sex app profiles and raunchy flirts indicating RAW SEX) yeah that was a GAME-CHANGER. Hate that word but it fits. Not that I hated him for accidentally 'pozzing' me, and later trying to get cock on the side when our sex-life fell asleep... I could have suspected he would need more. After all he was a natural PERFORMER, at one time a stripper at HERE in West Hollywood and he and his pals all barebacked each other... but I only found that out later. Anyway, If you can't beat the sluts, join them! Our new revised policy from that day became: we will stick together... BUT... 'ALL SEX IS SPORT, no jealousy, no fear, no hypocrisy, BAREBACK ONLY, strictly for the dick and ass, meaning 'dirty, stray DAWGS, hustlers and meth-heads are just fine'. As in BAD BOYS, guys who both of us might have shunned before... no loads refused! Breed whoever you want. Expect an occasional VD but don't judge! (ps: watch them and get them out of the house when you are done) So I met this dude who looked like he was rode hard and put up wet (as they say in the South) works as a day laborer in construction and his rough hands alone feel like sand-paper. I work in construction too but I wear gloves. He however looked like he NEVER wears protection of any kind, probably took a few hits to the head too, a thug type! Dumb as a box of rocks, can't spell (on Facebook as I learned since then) but he is an aggressive top who from what I gather has even fucked some of the goody-two-shoes pretty boys with a cum-dumpster reputation. Even my doctor's pretty boy-toy BF! Hush my mouth! Meanwhile at the time the roughian lived with these other non-pretties, small town 'fast-food workers' in a trailer-park, rented place with guys he later called 'losers' who weren't paying their rent. But they all had bareback orgies there and were doing tina. When this guy talks he sounds like a redneck and reeks of cigarettes and skipped showers. Much younger than me but looks older, that kind of guy... He never said he is poz but I suspected as much especially since he was the first to say 'RAW IS LAW' and 'cuming inside you'... and he made no bones about all the guys he is fucking and has fucked... well, it turned me on... and his rough-shod sorta way. As he was fingering with his rough digits and nails I got the ominous feeling that he wanted to MAKE SURE that after this bonding I would be poz too and become a permanent member of their secretive underground. I suspected I was having an encounter with a crude stalker. Oddly his sinister demeanor turned me on, but joke was on him. But it's all DON'T ASK, DON'T TELL in those circles... I'm sorta hoping he runs his mouth in the poz circles about DOING ME. Oddly I didn't even feel dirty after he left, his nut in my ass and my jizz all over his chest. I never took a shower until the next day and went to bed absorbing his sleazy 'buck-shot' and muskiness in and on me...

The best candidates for that sort of 'willful conversion' (if you are into that sort of thing) can be found among the hypocrites in the bible-belt who you see on grindr 24/7... The deep South is the epi-center of HIV, where the CDC puts the highest concentration of VD (and I guess RISKY sexual behavior) squarely into Louisiana (New Orleans?) and all the red states around it, Memphis TN included. I have responsible friends who put 'poz undetectable' on their grindr profiles and occasionally find themselves viciously attacked by these holier-than-thou (typically UNTESTED) hypocrites: "Why are you even ON HERE? Spreading your disease?" Well at least two friends I know from Jonesboro Arkansas had that experience... one had DL-cops harassing him. The hypocrites don't understand 'undetectable' as they are basically where the rest of the nation was (in their minds) in, say... the late 1980s. And mind you, in these states the poz status can easily criminalize you... Oddly the loudmouth hypocrites will be the ones who tell you they like Trump and purposely often no health insurance (because they don't BELIEVE in it, or any SCAMS and 'socilism' (sp.) ) and they often don't get regular check-ups. And they do meth a lot and have guys coming and going like gangbusters (if their looks and talents allow it) Only when IT SQUEAKS and RATTLES in the crotch will they go to the ER or the health department. I know this for a FACT as I have several highly promiscuous friends like that who share all or some of those traits... and when they turn up poz one day or when a friend tells them they are, some of them get angry and try to pin the blame and get vindictive and talk about POLICE and law-suits... Yeah well, and then some of those guys later become reclusive introverts. The most active, smarter ones calm down and join the bareback underground. And the dumb ones get angry and become 'stalkers' I guess. For some reason the thought of encountering a malicious, angry stalker is now the ultimate joy-ride (for me) as I personally feel invulnerable being undetectable and on meds and all... "Bring it on bros! Give it your best shot! You wanna CONTAMINATE me!? You nasty fucker!" Wonder if they say anything when they do their 'malicious' deeds?

Hindsight is 20/20 vision that few of us have... I can't tell you how many times in the past I was 'warned' (cock-blocked) with lines like: "I'd stay away from him. He is DIRTY... a bad guy... fucks everybody... He probably has every disease in the book!" And I would forgo moving on a fantasy-in-the-flesh that years later I still wished I had moved on... In hindsight and looking at my pattern NOW, I'm drawn to guys like that! Bad boys and promiscuous jerks! Aren't we all? Not that I would search out neglected health-scourges festering on some ignorant characters but mere suspicions are not enough to scare me off the prize. And sometime you will get 'burned'... I consider the whole 'bareback underground' a rough-and-tumble contact sport like skate-boarding or the rodeo... it's an exhilarating rush but you will take a fall now and then. Just pick yourself up, nurse the 'bruises', take a reasonable break and then hop back into the rink!

So I need some clues from you veterans of the bare-fuck scene: on BBRT it's pretty clear - bareback ONLY! So when the poz trick gets naked, rubbers aren't even there to kill the buzz! But to maximize 'dude-traffic' we all troll on grindr and scruff and whatever. I avoid the preachy ones who are stubbornly 'safe sex only'. Kill the chat with kindness and pretenses. On the other hand PREP has made a few guys pretty forward. But some ON PREP still suddenly pull out condoms. Again others ask, just as you get to CLOSE THE DEAL: "DDF here here! U 2?! Right?" Or they talk like fuddy-duddies and say: "You are CLEAN right?" Lol, yes dude, I douched! BORING! I understand in big cities you all have the luxury to say 'POZ and BAREBACK ONLY' You get action all day long and better yet, it isn't even a subject AT ALL! With less-fortunate and MUCH-smaller gay community cities than say Atlanta, one has to tread lightly though. The medium minds in the back-waters are about 20 years behind! Can't let the cat out of the bag too quick. UNDETECTABLE is still not understood and some judgmental negative guys (i.e. in Jonesboro Arkansas) get evil and hostile towards guys who on their profile admit they are poz and/or UD. Actually verbally attacking their poz peers, questioning their RIGHT to even be on the app! So liars and stealthers do well in that repressive world. Some burned guys keep their status in the pictureless 'discreet' or don't care any more... Honesty doesn't seem to pay, but gets you a bad rep! Yesterday a young guy told me he is poz and undetectable. Hell yeah let's play RAW, but he freaked out when I said I only do bareback... held back with me being poz/undetectable! You have to be careful here! Should I have reeled him in with pretense of 'rubbers ok' and then spring the raw deal on him? Have a 50/50 chance to get my way? Is it best (on say grindr chat) to skirt the bareback issue, only use suggestive 'euphemisms' about 'dark fantasies', 'no strings attached' and 'wanting to drop a load' or share pics of your ass being porked by a raw dick??? Wait what the reaction is? So question: A.) be stubbornly UP FRONT about everything but scare off prospective candidates for raw sex? B.) Lie and be selfishly-deceptive about status, whether known or not: "Oh no I'm CLEAN! Don't worry, besides I'll PULL OUT before I cum!" ? C.) Be 'vague', possibly drop obvious hints in chat and let it go forward hope it goes RAW? I'm leaning towards option C!

This summer I have had several 'otherwise' very fun, lewd propositions: flirting and potentially fucking with married, gay couples and a heavily-tatted alpha buck. All was going well until the subject of TERMS OF THE FUCK came up and there was suddenly an insistence on USING RUBBERS on the table. That is the point of total BUZZ-KILL for a true barebacker! Even the PREP commercials on LOGO-TV push that 'in conjunction with prophylactics' PC-policy... via a nelly queen with a man-bun no less! And many guys in the repressed places like the deep US-South don't even know what 'undetectable' is or get preachy about safe sex... until they get drunk! Or have no regular healthcare AT ALL or lie about having been tested. I have heard these lines a few times: "I do safe sex ONLY! Why not? What do you mean? It's just a little plastic between us!" It's all good, just a world I have chosen to leave behind! Yeah, on that note: I can stay at home and beat off to tumblr SKETCHYSEX! I politely let the discussion with horny 'safe-sexers' die and back away. "OOPS, gotta run. Company is here!" To me after the deprivations of the safe sex era, unless it is RAW AND RISKY or SKIN-ON-SKIN, positively promiscuous and bareback, I'm DONE talking about hooking up! Just like with commercial porn, made in states that FORCE porn actors to be 'rubbered up': when I see rubbers I think of 'health department' and 'avoiding pregnancies'. BUZZ-KILL! Wait, I endured one nervous 'coupling' with a newbie who told me on grindr he was on PREP but then suddenly pulled out the magnums for his fat pecker. Good thing his land-lady buzzed about his washer-dryer issue... because I was laying there like a method actor, pretending to have a good time. NOT!!! "Hey bro, raw and reckless! RAW IS LAW! No pulling out!" Just hearing or reading a prospective hook-up guy say that, makes me tingle! "LET'S DO IT! CUM ON OVER!"

Going from sexual snob to slutty cum-dumpster: So here is my take: I used to be known to ALWAYS HAVE THOSE PRETTY BOYS, as a top. Some guys may have seen me as an 'arrogant circuit boy' because, although I was polite, I was was always with some HOT THING and dodged their flirtations. Maybe because they were too nelly or just not MY TYPE! I also rejected many a confident guy who tried to top me, and most were actually good looking. Maybe because they were too aggressive or otherwise didn't QUITE meet my narrow 'criteria'. Besides, especially if they GOT AROUND, They reeked of 'danger'. I figured I'd increase my chances of GETTING SOMETHING from promiscuous players... and I also did that awkward COURTING thing (of relationship material) where you DIDN'T fuck somebody on the first date... Fast forward to my CONVERSION: so a pretty boy much younger than me topped me and next thing I know I'm poz. Now what? Let's reevaluate... I emerged myself into the 'seedy underground' I used to avoid: the PLAYERS, known sluts, the lingo, the mentalities and figured I better JOIN ALL THE WAY. So, let's get used to the rules of the bareback underground; RAW IS LAW! No rubbers EVER! NO LOADS REFUSED! I wondered if I would be up to the challenge! So onto BBRT I went. Deliberately looking for guys who just wanted to TOP, RAW and preferably who were proudly POZ! Liars, stealthers and cheaters are welcome! You can't scare me now! Well of the first five or six guys, not a single one looked like THE TYPE that I in my 'vanilla days' would have hooked up with. In the first 30 guys only three totally rocked my world! The others weren't really ugly but not at all like guys I would have hooked up with before. But they wanted to fuck, RAW! Dropping my clothes and submitting myself like a slut to their precum-dripping cocks and horny ambitions was my thrill motivator. Often I didn't even get hard. I considered it as part of my INITIATION to have to endure SOME FUCKER, from start to finish, accept his possibly-poz or verified-poz DNA and keep it to full absorption. SO BBRT: one of the guys who came through was definitely the ugliest fucker I ever hooked up with in my life. We are talking a ONE on the 1 to 10 scale! I'm in the deep South of the US now, not Hollywood anymore, where many guys live hard, drugs, drinking, smoking and don't exercise or nature wasn't kind to them. I have over the years met 'cute twinks' who within a bit more than a decade became bald, fat 'trolls' (to use that maligned term) Sad little buggers who now continuously lament about 'not getting laid'... Let me give you a visual on the ugliest fucker though. Dude is a short-order cook at a diner, a HARDY EATER. He is short, prematurely bald, with scruffy facial and body hair like some hill-billy, his stomach distended and in his jeans it looked like he had NO ASS. He also wasn't a personality charmer either, really more like a scary character out of DELIVERANCE. For some reason I enjoyed dropping my clothes letting him see what to him must have been a prize. Beefy ass, smooth all over, some abs, a tan and pierced nipples and full head of hair. He drops his clothes and it is NOTHING that makes me hard! NOTHING but a shocker! Now, to be fair, he is about 20 years younger than I (I suspect) although he looks like a grand-pappy type of indiscernible age. But naked he looked very disadvantaged to say the least: scraggily hair all over, no muscular definition, no meat on his legs and a butt-less behind that had me for a split-second imagine the term 'ass-amputated'. How rude! lol I know! But don't worry: I'm putting on a good show for the ugly fucker like a paid prostitute. NO LOADS REFUSED! He just motioned to me to TURN AROUND like a deaf-mute from the mountains would do and all I could think is "SOU-IEE!" A moment straight out of DELIVERANCE. No rape here, this city slicker is about to be voluntarily porked and defiled by a scruffy mountain hill-billy. Keep in mind, this is Memphis TN so the real deal is never far. His dick wasn't very big either and I realized that if his belly didn't stick out the way it did he would benefit! He spit on his hand (or drooled on his dick), whatever and slipped his vile cock in! NICE! So slutty! Either way, I DIDN'T LOOK BACK! I gave him good (masculine) verbal feed-back as he seemed to be at a loss for words. His below average sized dick slipped in like butter! He rutted away in silence for whatever long time. I didn't care about a reach-around, I wouldn't have wanted a kiss. His raw dick YES, but motherfucker don't you dare kiss me! I don't know if he fucked me for a long time or what but then he was done, a guttural grunt like an animal when it completes its copulation and his slippery willy pulled away. Quietly he put his clothes back on and SHUFFLED out the door, no grace no dignity. He SHUFFLED! But he got his nut! I saw him again months later at the market, did a sub-conscious "JEBUS that is one ugly fucker" internal dialog and realized that he would be one of those I would pretend NOT TO KNOW - IF I stood around with my snobby pretty-boy 'friends', those who still 'date' and traditionally cheat on Bfs. They have no idea nor could they relate to the reached depth of my debauchery. Another (UGLY) one I hooked up is a scruffy fucker from grindr (I think that's where we started) A poor speller who goes from one rented trailer-hovel to another, no regular job, getting evicted, living with trashy room-mates, loves to parTy! Looks and sounds like a total redneck of the worst kind. Fucks anything that moves. Used all the bareback lingo that we share on here. When we decided to hook up there was NEVER any word about 'status' - it all just went straight to bareback. When he fingered my hole I felt like he was trying to 'rough it up' with his fingernail. To make sure his DNA would take! I imagined it was his clumsy effort to 'stealth' me and make sure I become part of that local poz underground. Strangely erotic! Clumsy and redundant! Nice dick but damn, life on drugs and the Deep South weren't kind to him. On his Facebook pictures he looks AT LEAST 20 years older than he actually is. If he was horny and his broke down car makes it I may have to let him let another run on my hole again! So a pretty boy (younger) friend of mine from California visited recently who knows what bb-sluts my man and I are. But he doesn't know about the NO LOADS REFUSED policy I don't think. So we go to this neighborhood gay bar in Midtown and some guys I recall as twinks are there. They recognize me, know my first name but I don't know theirs. I can tell one is flirtatious and yes they didn't age too well. Now more fitting into the roles of rough, hard-living rednecks! The flirting one in particular said something to me like: "Last time I saw you was like six months ago at the Pump. My man (his bf) was quite smitten with you and he liked your proposition!" No clue what I allegedly said or 'proposed' but I was probably dropping bold clues about fucking after two beers, the way I do now after I loosen up at the bars. My pretty-boy California friend later said after we left: "So you all go way back? Looks like nature and daily living in the South weren't kind to him!" I realized he was right. Which is probably why I intend to track that fucker and his BF down and get raw and nasty with them... and my pretty friend's less-than-approving response to him oddly is my biggest motivator... I bet that fucker will nut a big load!

When I look at porn or the internet and apps and tumblr I notice a polarization towards two stereotypes that get too much focus: one is the self-appointed arrogant ALPHA top who uses language that degrades (often erotically) bottoms into 'just-a-hole', a cliche many bottoms embrace. The other is of course the BOTTOM ONLY type of guy with his insatiable hole. But there are many levels in between: there are very aggressive POWER-BOTTOMS who take charge and may ride the cock to the point that some 'alphas' get intimidated... then there are versatile guys who may favor being the bottom but get so excited by a certain TYPE of dude (typically inked and pierced) that they suddenly turn the tables on him. I do that some times. A lot of the role play in gay sex comes from hyped-up, steroided-out, male-chauvinist attitudes. "The bitch better lay back and let me get his rocks off!" A reach-around to those kind of sexist missionary old-timers is not even part of the program. Arrogance and looking down on the 'lesser sex' is part of either their genetic make-up or their defective upbringing! Some bottoms accordingly just lay there and get off on being degraded, laying there like a sack of beans, listless and un-involved like cum receptacles. Don't get me wrong; I LOVE guys you boldly profess: "I'M a CUM-DUMPSTER!" But he better have some finesse and don't just lay there all limp-dicked and methed out getting fucked like a corpse. Or the kind of bottom so insatiable that while taking dick he is already on his I-phone already looking on grindr for the next dick. Well actually, that has turned me on before... The lamest attitude towards VERSATILE guys I ever observed was a tragic guy on GAY.com (when we all still used it) He was looking for TOTAL TOPS ONLY, apparently seeing himself as some kind of a 'lady', a 'true bottom' and thus some kind of a superior sexual purist! Any guy admitting to be 'versatile' was dismissed as THRASH by him. Apparently (from what I gathered) he believed that having bareback sex with TOTAL TOPS made him the CLEANER, more respectable version of 'the gay'. What a cartoon character that queen was! There may be SOME MERIT to the logic of risk reduction. Not that any of us care, lol! And some ASSUME total tops are MORE MASCULINE because they act more like STRAIGHT MEN!? But the sexist hypocrisy of all his thinking was mind-boggling archaic and judgmental. Personally, after having overcome all the hurdles of fear and loathing I have embraced the life-style of TOTAL PROMISCUITY! Keeping myself open to play as many characters as possible: catcher, pitcher, voyeur, fluffer or whatever! Yes, total tops are hot as long as they do bareback! But the biggest thrill TO ME comes from guys who are not afraid, hesitant or reluctant to take it up the ass and then after getting loaded with DNA proceed to bang the first properly-positioned cum-dumpster in the sling. In my mind I have taken the whole thing even further. I LOVE porn where the big-dicked top has a GAPING fuck-hole, proving he takes cock. Even better when the top's hole is wet and jizzed. I told one of my versatile champ-buddies that NEXT TIME he gets loaded by 8 or so strangers, to cum over here, let me use the anon cum in his slobbering hole as lube to fuck me with! Now that is a thrill-ride, embracing TOTAL PROMISCUITY!

STORY-TIME: (only for those with more than 15 seconds to spare) I'm a 'reformed monogamist'; yes so it COULD have been possible, for me, maybe. However, part of my reason to stay monogamous (at the beginning) was 'the fear of catching something' especially when HIV was the big bad wolf... But reality was, even with my first BF of 9 years: while I was loyal and faithful, HE tried to hit up and even leave me and BE WITH my handsome best (non-sexual) friend. My best friend would have been a catch in West Hollywood, with his big cock and popular reputation. Not that my double-crossing BF then could have EVER tamed him or even had a chance in hell. There are simply too many hot new boys in town wanting that legendary Peter inside of them. (Bottom-line: eventually my BF and I split up. Ugly at first but now we are still friends, him still jealous and being a snippy bitch in Hollywood. And for good measure I hooked up with my best friend and took his popular champ-cock RAW and bragged about it to my rejected ex) My next BF after that too had a chip on his shoulder. A failed Hollywood wanna-be I followed him to the guts of the deep south, BIG MISTAKE! But BIG COCK, you know how it is! But once back on his home-turf where he was one of the most popular guys in town, he started acting like a rooster in charge of his hen... always accusing me of cheating while he planned 'business trips' with tricks from LA to meet him in Florida. Even caught him in the act as he boldly turned the situation around and viciously accused me of 'stalking me like a psycho'... (His father was a chronic womanizer who cheated on his mother with vigorous abandon, so you get the picture. I still like crazy Irish/Italians though. My ex and I became friends again later on) Which brings us to the larger picture: In 'traditional relationships' it is the man, the self-perceived 'alpha', who reserves the right of INFIDELITY for HIMSELF but IF she or the 'beta' does it - WATCH OUT - he/she/it better not dare. HE (the alpha, leading male) assumes HE can have a mistress (or in the gay world - tricks) but 'the lesser one' would be a whore, a tramp, one who has no right to question. Society and religion has spelled it out: "It is OK for the man to have so many wives, concubines, slave bitches and whatnot but SHE better not have BEEN WITH A MAN YET or she is going to get the ax... mind-frames from the bronze age, cobbled together righteousness like Henry VIII when he tired of a brood mare and wanted to trade up to the newer model... We all have basic mind-frames like that, as we slowly come to terms where we fit in as teenagers, gay or straight, possibly scripting PERFECT relationships, having expectations or accepting CONVENTIONALITY or discarding all that and go straight to being a gay tramp. My observation: in the gay world the popular ones get all the action, and the homely ones watch them jealously and call the successful hunters WHORES, SLUTS, TRAMPS and cock-block them from naive novices to the scene who eye the MAN-CANDY on the dance-floor with catty, bitter comments : "OH stay away from him. He gets around, I bet he has EVERY disease in the world!" I tried monogamy and that shit didn't work for me. It may work for some, in gay or straight relationships, but often it is all just a show for the outside world! My present effort at a relationship is a HYBRID SOLUTION: I was the former 'circuit boy' with an (undeserved/but eagerly accepted) slut reputation and he was the much younger nerdy-type who carried a 'secret'. The players in art school or the strippers in West Hollywood had pozzed him and he didn't know. He got deadly-sick while with me, fresh out of college, pretty bad! Almost killed him! Well and that's how I find out he preggered me. Well now I'm part of the brotherhood too! His looks (and weight) took a beating from the ordeal as it takes a long time to recuperate. NO SEX! It didn't even cross my mind! I caught him cheating (to validate himself he would explain later), discussing RAW SEX with strangers on apps! (conventional wisdom is BLOW UP and KICK HIM OUT) But no, realizing how monogamy often turns the ASEXUAL MONOTONY my man and I struck a deal. We stayed together, are now married and very loyal but SEX IS A SPORT!!! SKIN-ON-SKIN CONTACT SPORT! NO FEAR, NO LOATHING, NO HYPOCRISY, NO STRINGS ATTACHED! We hunt, cruise, sext and strategically plan alone and together, like a pack of wolves, or hunting buddies, scoring this buck and that one, a thrill-ride taken as often as the hard-on desires! And I love to watch him take pipe or breeding a player/trick/cum-dumpster. But don't expect to be there or be involved every time. He likewise basks in the glory of my candid slut-reportsand lives vicariously through me on days when I casually mention "OH, I had a lucky day! Was with THREE GUYS and took loads from all!" The deal we have was also this: "WE have licence to breed, fuck and do as opportunity knocks! And BAREBACK is expected. Everything else is bogus!"

Typically, any mention of CONDOMS will end my interest in the sexual encounter, whether in real life or in porn. With my bored attention straying elsewhere, no longer looking at the screen, I probably would never get to the scene where the willful or negligent 'transgression' occurs... In real life I find some guys SAYING 'condoms' on their profile as a PC fig-leaf but 'slipping up' or suddenly not bringing it up any more if you don't!

Ok, let me give you STORY-TIME: I recall how it started with my 'monogamous' relationships. Really, to be honest to myself, I SETTLED several times into something conventional, to be SAFE from what's all OUT THERE. The big bad wolves, HIV, players and too much turmoil. I recall at the beginning of coming out, declining on overtures from guys that were TOO HOT, me being afraid they'd be snatched up by the competition anyway. I was more comfortable with being the ALPHA and bought into the FEAR FACTOR of potentially becoming a BOTTOM! Hell no! So I took me a cute bottom with pretty hair and a dick too small to compete against me. Hell getting fucked by Chuck's bony dick was an irritating rare event! But at least he was UNDER MY SPELL! But didn't matter how much they PREACHED monogamy, sooner or later the hypocrisy pattern showed. Them wanting to cheat with the masculine side-kick I had whom I DIDN'T screw because dummy-me was frikking faithful... Fast forward to my present BF (hubby) whom I met when he was still a twink in college. I never dawned on me that he could be anything other than the slightly nerdy, big-dicked artist genius. That he may have possibly been KNOCKED UP (love that phrase) initiated, and POZZED during his freshman year never occurred to me. I had 'dodged the HIV-bullet' for decades since coming out... time to let my guard down. Uptight bitch that I was! That he hung with a stripper crowd in Weho should have been a clue that he wasn't innocent. But I told him I wasn't interested in him for a RELATIONSHIP. Proceeded to fuck a couple other guys right in front of him when he was at my place. But he was persistent. So he was open to the wild side... In hindsight I can get excited over the fantasy of how he got knocked up! Yeah, making lemonade here! I imagine what hot, shaved-smooth stripper twink it might have been who pumped and pulsed a toxic load into him and on how many occasions! Hey why get uptight and upset. It's not a death sentence any more! But within less than a year I saw the ugly side of HIV. Well I didn't know it yet but he was constantly sick. He was eventually diagnosed with stage IV-Leukemia so that wasn't fun. Oh yeah and the tests came back: he was poz and the doctor used the A-word. It deeply upset my man! Had he known sooner about his status, all that misery could have been avoided. Yeah so now what players? What do you do with a sickly BF? Leave him like those fake Christian politicians do with callous abandon when their trophy-wives get sick? Hey I didn't sign up to be Mother Theresa! Well I stuck with him. But with him blowing up like a balloon from steroids and all the 'procedures' sex was the LAST THING on my mind. So please understand why I'm of the school that DOESN'T FEAR HIV and VD but also doesn't neglect it! So purposely wallowing in untreated VD is not my idea of a good time. Well in the years since he went into remission, I neglected my man. He would later confide he felt undesirable and needed validation. Which is why he went on grindr and scruff and boy I caught him and his racy dialogues as he was passed out from red wine on the couch and the booty-call hits kept coming: "You into bareback? I want to breed you balls-deep!" that sort of thing. He missed me having a fit as a result, fury over betrayal and disrespecting my loyalty. I calmed down, in less than 15 minutes and promptly hashed out a peace settlement as he was still asleep! I made him a NEW DEAL. I spelled out the conditions! Told him 99% of all guys would kick you out! But lucky for you I have a very kinky side, one that can go both ways! I made him install the apps like grindr and scruff on my phone and joined bbrt and this site.... I told him FROM NOW ON... all sex is sport! No jealousies and acting pissy! Watch and endure! You have license to bang all you want, as do I! And another thing: from now on we join the wild crowd, those who do EXCLUSIVELY BAREBACK! He it has worked like a charm. (footnote: in a dead city like Memphis those LICENSES for the most part gather dust... with a few fuck-weekends in between. I am however the bigger slut! Took dick yesterday and intend to get more today while my man is at work! OPPOSITE OF THAT PRAGMATIC ARRANGEMENT: I see other guys 'getting married' proudly posing like angels on Facebook. And I know one, if not both, were notorious sluts just a few years ago, hitting the hardcore scene. And there they are, reborn virgins, all pretty in tux and shaggy hair, California sunny-boy-style in some fabulous locale boasting! HA! I hope they know what they get themselves into. Hey most of them are randy like feral alley-cats and TWO SLUTS in one hypocritical, scripted marriage spells disaster... YUP! I was right! I saw a few of those heavily-scripted, 'happily-ever-after' fairy tales blowing up with ugly drama on Facebook... dummies imitating their straight parents where one has a mistress and the other is probably fucking the pool-boy. HYPOCRISY! I suggest a PRENUPTIAL. Not about money, well that is your choice, but about SEX! My man every OTHER day might ask me when he comes home: "Any dick today?" And according to what played out I deliver the score. Typicaly nothing, sometimes though I boast and brag! I HAD THREE GUYS! "Whoa my man the stud!" He loves it! We compare, look at the pics. Speaking of pics: I love to take pics of my man taking RAW dick from some other dude! We BOTH have embraced the concept! Really the best of both worlds! Having your cock and eating it too!

Well I recall when at the end of a hot nude modeling session I was asked to pose with MY ASS (hole) hiked up with a seductive pose! That was TOO MUCH for me then. Now after having embraced multiple 'layers' of the former 'extreme' world, I'm very intrigued and get off to guys casually posing with their well-fucked looking holes showing. Best if they are masculine (possibly young) and the cum drips from their hole... Bareback, promiscuity, 'being whored out' and heavy ass-play is now something I want all my bros to know are THE REAL ME!

The way I operate, my trademark is that I don't flinch! It's tight alright, too tight for some of my jaded slut-mentors who tell me to 'loosen it up!' but a buck with a fat cock can typically slide it right in without me getting all girly and complaining. I guess that goes together?! My man still has troubles taking some over-sized cocks and as he breaks out into a cold sweat, He sees me anxiously on the side-lines and graciously STEPS ASIDE and tells the bro "Don't worry - my man will take it!!" And on I go with my 'man-pussy' yearning for the raw cock! Typically the top lays back first and I get on like a fiendish villain and hog the tool, SPIT-LUBED, and balls-deep and ride it aggressively like I robbed the bank! YEE-HAW cowboy-style, no saddle, no inhibitions! Sometimes until I overdo it and dude motions he wants it another way, from behind or with me spreading my legs... dare him to make me flinch! Ain't happening! And he can feel me milking his shaft with my prehensile, well-trained 'cunt-muscles' as he gets throbbing and pumping... the JOB of a good cum-dumpster is to give hot feedback and WORK with it and not just lay there like a bitch-hole. Pretty awesome hah? For a guy who once was all about safe sex (well keeping bare to a minimum) and who usually topped?! There are several CHAMPS in the local BB-scene who get more ass than anybody I know. Either because of their popular looks or because they organize the local sex-parties. Having them tell me 'you are the best fuck' and CUMING back for more and us joking about them giving me TOP MARKS on YELP for 'raw cum-dumpster' is pretty awesome! I'm noticing some of their friends suddenly flocking to me with friend requests on Facebook so I guess the WORD IS OUT! It would have shamed me to no end to be known as a BOTTOM, the lesser of the gay species as some in the sub-culture make it sound. But truth is, when you look and (by nature) fall into the top-niche... BUT... you are an aggressive raw-rider, you become a hot commodity! It's all about 'finding your market niche', one you enjoy and feel comfortable with... And you save yourself for an occasional 'plot twist' and MIX IT UP! Well at least I DID, last month when I pitched myself as a catcher (lol) to a dude hunkier and cockier than me, with more tats and a bigger 'reputation' in the scene. Total unapologetic poz bareback slut, RELISHES it! That turned me on so much that I fucked him instead! And he rode my cock hard! No complaints about my Prince Albert either! My ultimate fantasy would be me getting topped by slutty cum-dumpster stud (probably in Atlanta) who is dripping with seed from his night's tally, and casually uses the sloppy anon jizz for lube on my hole... as I verbally encourage his promiscuous bareback life-style... And pledge to 'keep your seed to full absorption' as I do with all my bros...

I can relate to all that on several levels. I withdrew into being a virtual hermit in my delusion of 'safety in monogamy'. Two relationships, hastily cobbled into place with superficial qualifications: you know good looks and nice ass and dick! In between so many HOT fuckers (in the 1990s) approached me with their RAW AMBITIONS I just freaked and high-tailed! Or endured a semi-sexual session with those damn rubbers on; it was SEMI-SEX, QUASI-SEX the DIET Coke of sex... you get the drift! The rubber reminded me every time that this was all a farce of sexual passion! 'Hope that thing won't tear!' Back to the SAFETY of an INSTANT BF to have bareback sex with! Take my chances here and hope it works out ok! Well then you find out that cheating by the other can quickly mess your equation up... two miserable long-term relationships and three short-time dysfunction messes, all to escape the fear of promiscuous sex and the scarlet letters HIV! I WISHED I had discovered the bareback underground a few years sooner, well maybe a decade earlier but it wasn't until about 2010 that I learned that my innocent twink BF had gifted me... that should have been the day I became a whore but instead I withdrew and became antisocial. Coming out AGAIN, this time as a self-assured, poz barebacker didn't happen really until 2015... now I'm searching out guys who were trying to do me raw and I later found out were POZ. I was afraid of them! Now I'm like on a mission of repentance, making up for my aloof prudishness. Saw one of those guys BY CHANCE in traffic a few days ago. he pulled over and talked to me. I was as forward and inviting as I could be. Told Tommy "Hey how about we hook up some time and you bareback me! Top me instead of the other way around... would only be fair, after all this time!" Just today a hot guy texted me (initially a grindr lead) said he wanted to hook up. I came to the bareback part pretty quick and he was aghast said: "That is DANGEROUS. I want to stay negative!" Well you go boy and find yourself some rubber-sex elsewhere. He also wanted my BF in the 3-way so I told him (less than an hour ago: "Told my BF about the 3-way thing and he was NOT INTO IT!" So I was off the hook without spilling 'the beans'. Another scenario was a few days ago when I suggested to this couple that we love it raw (you know: hit-and-miss odds it will fly) Dude quickly came back with those 1990s fears: "Oh no! My BF and I lost a lot of friends back in the days! We ONLY do SAFE!" And then he added: "What's the big deal? It's just a little latex between us!" Well, guess what? I have been there, done that, now I'm strictly bareback with all its potential consequences and the TOTAL EXHILARATING HIGHS that I prefer to experience! Condom-sex simply doesn't do anything for me any more! To be honest; all those poz survivors of the 'dark ages' who kept themselves fit and healthy have become a real 'PRIZE' but just haven't met very many of them...