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I was 18, and I had just finished the fall semester of my freshman year at a college in Chicago. A senior I had met during the semester had a membership at Man’s Country, and he had promised to take me there when we were done with exams. On Friday night, the two of us went to Man’s Country and stayed 8 hours. I was like a kid in a candy store, and I had plenty of cum going down my throat and up my ass, and I blasted a couple of loads as well (all bb of course — this was 1975 — and I had always gone bb). During the rest of my time at college, a couple of trips to Man’s Country every semester were a must.

On 7/7/2019 at 6:19 PM, CuriousDallas said:

I've had a guy engaged to be married pretty much throw himself at me saying I was the best sex he'd ever had. WTF am I supposed to say to that? 

You very likely were the best sex he had had — and might well be the best that he’ll have in a very long time. Take it as a compliment and say “thanks,” while appearing to be just a little embarrassed and taken aback (even though you’re not surprised or stunned by the comment).

Dump him. Block his number, profiles, etc. Once he gets money from you, then it’ll be a drip-drip-drip situation: $15 here, $25 there, new sneakers... Saying “no” now and being rid of him means you’re saving yourself the aggravation of having to dump him later when it could be Inconvenient for you. (I’ll put to one side the situation where a “no” response from you triggers an outburst of anger or violence from him.) He’s hardly the only guy in the area with whom to have sex — and you deserve far, far better than the treatment you’re getting from this guy. 

The virus “hides” in “latent reservoirs” in places like your brain, your lymph glands, certain types of immune system cells. (A Google search for “hiv hides in body” will give you a list of articles on the subject.) “Undetectable” only means that the blood test didn’t detect more than 20 copies of the virus in a microliter of blood (I think that’s the correct volume). 

On 5/15/2019 at 5:57 AM, Jargam said:

I care more about looks than age I actually prefer older guys cuz they’re kinkier & can fuck better. I had a hot daddy come over today (he’s 49 I’m 22) & give me such a great fuck.... 

Given a choice between experience and youth, I’d choose experience every time. There are some things you don’t want to be teaching at 3 in the morning.

On 4/11/2019 at 10:29 AM, manseeker said:

Feeling in need of cock  , I stopped at Adonis in down town philly . Made my way in and down to the tombs dark area , to my present surprise I saw to well hung men of color  stroking each other . Liking what I saw I walked over and went down on my knees and opened my mouth . Both smiled and said looks like this white faggot wants some BIG BLACK COCK .I smiled and said scull fuck me please. The long cock brother turned and said open wide fag and pushed his long cock in it quickly went to the back of my throat . Placing his hand on the back of my head applying some pressure he said open up white boi I'm gonna shove this down your throat and blow a load right into your stomach.  Hit some poppers and it slid right in and down . I.begged for air no.luck he was gonna cum and did, I closed my eyes and took it .

God, I miss that place. When I lived near Philly, I’d be there Saturday nights until almost dawn. And you could get some hot college dick when Drexel and UPenn started classes. 

10 hours ago, BreedingCameraman said:

... I clearly recall this individual both being told repeatedly to knock it off as well as have others leave the room because of his obsessive behavior. He’s a sweet guy, honest. He just shouldn’t be left with or around anything electronic when he’s high because he won’t stop searching for “better porn than what’s already playing.”

that damned dopamine loop....

5 hours ago, ErosWired said:

The thing is, Louisville isn’t known for its mass transit. There are downtown buses, but if people want to get to work, it’s pretty much a car town. So either all these square-wheeled guys are sad, unemployed cased sitting at home and fapping to all the unreachable profiles, or they’re such cheap and/or lazy fucks that even their starving libidoes can’t motivate them to act in their own interest, or they’re so jelly-spined that they can’t just say “sorry not interested” and blame it on carlessness instead, or...

...they’re just fucking with me.

Think how much your car costs you every month. If someone is just bringing home $300 or $400 a week, having a car represents quite a bit of cash. Toss in the possibility that a guy’s license is suspended and he can’t lift the suspension because he can’t afford to pay the fee for doing so; suddenly you have a lot of guys who aren’t mobile. 

When I was a mere senior in college, I lived in a coed dorm complex and hung around with a girl who was a sophomore. Youthful hormone levels being what they can be, she and I had some wild nights of physical activity. (Yeah, she knew I was gay as did my entire dorm. That she and I were having a hot time in my dorm room created quite a bit of cognitive dissonance.) The physical aspect of the friendship eventually dissipated (I had discovered Man's Country three years earlier and was a card-carrying member) and we became very good friends for the rest of the school year. To further bend the minds of those who occasionally paid attention, she was also dating a guy who had graduated the previous year and was now in medical school. As far as I know, he never learned of our liaison, and she eventually broke off that relationship. I did pat myself on the back when she told me that I was far better in bed than the guy she was dating. Apparently, some skills are transferable.

On 1/13/2019 at 11:33 PM, haireebear said:

wild!    Why don't they make porn like MackyJay's stories?  

Just guessing, but I’d wager that a film of this story would be a bit inflammatory — an innocent guy (or relatively innocent) being intentionally exposed to hiv by a group of guys who knew (1) that they were hiv+ and (2) that the guy in the bed was hiv-. But the broader point — why are porn flicks so unimaginative? — probably boils down to money and the thin profit margins.

On 12/27/2018 at 10:54 PM, Pozlover1 said:

It’s not the end of the world if you get it but it is the full time job nobody needs

That's a great way of putting it.

My additional two cents: folks might think that HIV is a "treatable" long-term illness like diabetes. But does anyone think about how difficult life can be for a diabetic? Taking insulin is the least of your aggravations; for example, you spend the rest of your life making sure you don't have cuts or other wounds on your feet. @Cdexter: The drug therapy can certainly keep a HIV+ guy alive, and if he's lucky, he won't have any of the umpteen side effects of the meds. If he's only a little unlucky, the meds cause him to puke his guts out a couple of times every night. A few months of that experience will make you question your decision to chase the bug.

Sheer laziness or an intent to deceive can't be the only reasons behind the posting of "old" pictures. It's also possible that the person posting the profile doesn't have easy access to more recent photos -- the guy's sister or niece or 2nd cousin twice removed took pictures last year at Tommy's graduation from high school, the guy never got the pictures (or the Google photos link), and now it would be awkward to ask. Another possibility is that the poster barely succeeded in creating the profile, and putting newer pictures up is beyond his skill set. A friend helped him set up the profile, but it can be unnerving to ask someone to help you put newer photos (especially if there are nudes). Not everyone out there is technically capable and brimming with self-confidence. Besides, guys forget that you unlocked your private photos for them last week -- at their request -- and they didn't seem interested then: to go through the nonsense of posting new pictures that just may satisfy a stranger's prurient interest (or simple curiosity) is an exercise in which I decline to engage. <end of soapbox mode>

6 hours ago, FaceLoad said:

Heading where?

Let's hope that in all of his excitement, he hasn't forgotten where he was planning to go.

About 11 (which is also when I started giving blow jobs to my friends)....

On 11/5/2018 at 5:35 PM, AZpighole said:

Too fucking hot, I was reading this in the lobby while getting new tires. I heard my name called and stood up, this 20- something kid smiled and chuckled as he noticed this huge wet spot on my crotch. 

You should have offered to give him a private reading.... 

22 hours ago, barecubtop said:

This just seems to be karma at its worst...when you most want to hookup (i.e. when you're horny as hell and just need someone to bust a nut with), you can't find anyone.  And when you're not horny or unavailable, you get all the guys that want to fuck right now. 

A friend once called it "the perverse operation of the universe." I think it's a universal constant, like the speed of light or Murphy's Law.

On 12/2/2018 at 8:43 PM, BBBoyfromTN said:

To me it's never been the death sentence it was for guys who came up in the 80's and 90's. I can't even pretend to know what that was like.

Here's an example of what life was like then:

In the mid-90s, my supervisor, R, had progressed from being HIV+ to having full-blown AIDS. At some point in 1994 or '95, his t-cell count went to zero. You didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know that his time was running out. The Monday after Thanksgiving 1995, his mother called me, asking if I had seen R or heard from him that day. When I  said I hadn't, she asked me to go to R's apartment and check on him. A co-worker and I went to his apartment; the maintenance man let us in. R was on the bathroom floor, having died sometime Thanksgiving weekend. Every Thanksgiving I say a prayer and a toast in his memory.

“Because if people are given too many variables, it becomes too difficult to make a decision.

“Guys who stare at porn and apps constantly, flicking from image to image and profile to profile are deluged with options, and can't possibly reflect on what they really find attractive, let alone what they really want in a partner.”

It’s called the “paradox of choice.” https://www.businessinsider.com/how-the-paradox-of-choice-could-explain-why-youre-still-single-2018-2 There’s a bit of academic controversy over the theory (no surprise there), but the concept describes what we encounter all too frequently.

Has anyone noticed that the OP hasn’t been online here (at least under that screen name) since 2014....?

On 11/1/2014 at 11:09 AM, scotsfan71 said:

I wish just ONCE that one of my cable men had done this to me.

The cable companies should include this as a promotional offer, considering the prices they charge.

14 hours ago, FFun2BB said:

 

#fuckboy20 .... this remark is so typical ffor the younger guys, who think all fun and all rights belong to the younger and not to the older ... 

BUT age has many advantages ... it brings the experience and knowledge... you will learn that people will talk about you for many reasons - jealousy, spite or hatred ... whatever it is - IGNORE ... and be yourself!!!

ask yourself why you enjoy so many more mature Tops/Doms THEY KNOW WHAT THEY WANT AND THEY GO FOR IT ... no messing about THEY TAKE WHAT THEY WANT and THEY DONT CARE! 

...

ENJOY LIFE & SEX .... don't allow others to tell you what you should and shouldn't do ... 

 

Age, assuming one was alert and smart enough to pay attention, does bring experience and knowledge. It often falls in the category of "if I knew then what I know now...." [By the way, Fuckboy20, according to his profile, hasn't been online for over 2 years. But your advice and observations are wise and well put.] 

17 hours ago, rawloadstaken said:

But I cannot understand why someone would say "I want to be whored out" without understanding what it means and making sure they're up to it.

I often think of it in terms of one's eyes being bigger than one's ass. It's the same impulse (definitely not a rational thought process) that would lead one to post Craigslist ads in search of 8 inches or more, despite never having taken a dick of any size in his ass. Captured by the fantasy of taking 8 inches, one can forget that the paper in the printer sitting near him is 8½ inches wide by 11 inches long, a rather foolish oversight. Einstein's theories of relativity didn't set out special rules for penis size.

15 hours ago, Read1 said:

Guys have told me some other advice too - "Don't mix smelling poppers and Cialis/Viagra!".

There's a thread in the "Sex with 'Enhancements'" section that talks about this: "Coke + poppers + 1/4 Viagra = bad combo?" (started June 7) (there might be others, but this is the one that I recalled). The general idea is that Viagra/Cialis and poppers can cause a sudden drop in blood pressure, causing the user to pass out. 

On 9/5/2018 at 4:24 PM, bbcunthole said:

what are the side effects if i get them ? if it just means it hurts more when im being fucked i think id kinda like that . lol

Speaking from all too recent experience, the pain associated with hemorrhoids is more than just a little discomfort. During the last bout, it felt as if someone was trying to insert a very hot piece of metal in me. Only after 10 days of prescription strength steroid suppositories (an experience in torture all by itself) did the inflammation go down enough for me to have the things banded. (My gastroenterologist is my favorite doctor.) If you think you can handle the pain, you are a far better man than I, and I wish you all the best. 

This story, for me, is about far more than a series of sexual encounters. Certainly, the sex is hot, and better yet, those scenes are really well written (narrating sexual action is not an easy task). But there's a sensuality and tenderness between Ken and the narrator that takes the story beyond mere bug-chasing porn. Instead of being a total pariah, Ken is humanized by the narrator's curiosity about Ken's sexual exploits -- that the narrator has his own purpose in eliciting details of Ken's sex life doesn't make his interest less genuine or impair our ability to see Ken as a man, more than a public health statistic or stack of medical records. In turn, the narrator's actions regarding his own health, likely incomprehensible to many, become at least somewhat easier for an onlooker to accept because the narrator has shown, through his acceptance of Ken, that he himself need not become a complete outcast. And Spermpig reminds us that though the ICD code of everyone who's HIV+ is the same, we each reached that point by our own separate and distinct paths.