Ingulphus

Hands down, my ErosTek ET-312. Cost $500 12 years ago, use it at least twice a week, and it gives me amazing hands-free orgasms. Next to that, my steel Asslock Intruder, and after THAT, a wedge-shaped foam cushion - with ankle straps hung from the dungeon bed rails, it's much for comfortable than a sling (I'm 6'4") for extended fucking.

Undetectable, on Atripla. Don't remember what the VL was before I started, but my doctor wanted me to start early.

My favorite fantasy, perfectly rendered. Thanks - I'll be jerking off to this one for a long time...

Started Atripla three months after testing positive (my doctor had started seeing a significant rise in leukemia-related conditions in poz guys who were otherwise stable), and I've been lucky in that I've had no bad effects whatsoever, aside from the vivid, Technicolor Cecil B. DeMille dreams if I took it at night (and now I take it in the morning). My husband had severe heartburn and diarrhea from Reyataz, but when he switched to Atripla, all went away.

A good old ShowerShot with a steel nozzle. If I'm just getting fucked, three or four small injections of cold water until it runs clean is sufficient - too much, or too-warm water, and it ends up trapped behind the second sphincter, and it's difficult to make sure you've drained it all (and it can be an unwelcome surprise an hour later). For more intense ass-play, a larger amount of warm water, repeated several times, followed by decreasing amounts of very cold water until I'm sure it's all out and I'm deep-clean. Using a long dildo can be useful to make sure you're both clean and drained. And if you have the luxury of advance notice, some roughage the night before, like a bowl of Raisin Bran or a spoonful of flaxseed meal n a glass of water, will help ensure you're cleaner to start with.

I like tops who have a hard cock and can unload in me. And tops who aren't concerned with anything but their own pleasure. And tops who don't care if they hurt my hole. Everything else is irrelevant for me.

I had a guy bring over 3 week's worth of his poz cum - he used a ziplock bag to jerk off into, then he'd return it to the freezer. It ended up being a flattish, 6" long chunk - like a large knife blade of semen - and he used it to fuck my hole open (and gave me a chunk to melt in my mouth). My ass was so cold, but his cock warmed it up pretty damn fast.

My opinion is that your primary responsibility is to your partner. Rules can change, but it's important that both parties agree to those changes. If 'Rubio' tests negative, and reliably practices safe sex outside of your relationship with him, then the risks are quite low if you bareback him. If that practice would impact negatively upon my relationship with my husband, I'd have to think long and hard if it was worth it. Boys on the side are fun and exciting, but it's the man you come home to at the end of the day who really matters. On the other hand, your partner may have already broken the rule with his extra-marital partners. Discussion is paramount!

One fuck bud like to play with my ass for a bit before pushing his cock in, which is very hot and certainly builds up the anticipation. The last time we fucked, he pushed the head in slowly then held it there for about 30 seconds. Then he thrust all the way in, up to his balls, in one move - I gasped with pleasure. On the other hand, one of my boys is horse-hung, and his ideal sex involves no lube, other than the precum his cock eventually starts drooling. He's fond of the grand slam, which I encourage, because he like to hurt and with him, I like to be hurt. Once he was pushing hard to get in, but his dickhead was about an inch off target. I started to direct him and he said "Don't worry - it'll find its own way in". It did, and it hurt and it was fucking great (and great fucking).

Fifteen minutes ago. Earlier today I'd logged in to BBRT to leave a message for friends, then left the computer without logging out. A bit later I had an email from someone who'd just seen my profile and wanted to fuck me in the worst way. Being the kind, understanding, selfless bottom that I am, I set a time for later in the day, according to his schedule. When he got here he was primed (and tall, handsome and hung - a swimmer's build, medium body hair, long cut cock and poz). A few minutes of exploration, kissing and sucking, and I was on my back, ankles in the stirrups. Five minutes of fast and furious fucking and he shot his load. Fifteen to twenty minutes of small talk and I had his cock buried in the back of my throat as it thickened and stiffened. Two minutes later he was back in my ass, delivering a second load, then some piss, at which point I finally allowed myself to cum. He works near by, so with any luck I'll be his "hole on call" as I am for a couple of other FBs. Glorious.

The Castro is a fun neighbor hood to hang in, maybe have a drink and cruise, but there's no place for sex. Eros is on the way - if you took an F streetcar on Market, it goes right past it, and terminates in the Castro. Get off at the stop near the big Safeway, cross Market St. and start walking back towards downtown and you'll come to Eros. Stop and admire the poster by the front door - the man in the jockstrap is my husband.

it's great - like a massive amount of seed flowing into you - you begin to feel the heat and pressure increase, but since you top's cock is plugging your ass, there's only one direction for it to go.

If you'll be near Union Square and without a car, Eros is the easiest sex club to get to - it's on Market St. near Church. You'll very likely find a lot of Daddies and bears, particularly if you go in the late afternoon or early evening. Mack Folsom is best approached by cab, and is better much later in the evening, although there may be an after-work surge of guys looking to get off before they go home to their husbands/wives.

For me it's more about being pissed in than on - I love to take my tops' piss in my ass after he's cum, and I love to kneel in front of them and hold their cock gently in my mouth - waiting until the stream starts is one of the best forms of anticipation.

I'm currently mentoring two men who are in the process of becoming full-on chasers; my advice has been to encourage them to think it through very carefully, discuss my own experiences being bred (and becoming poz), and express my support for them no matter which way they go. And to advise against using drugs or alcohol when they take their first poz load - it's a very, very special event, and I think the bottom should be fully in the moment while it's happening. After all, they'll be jerking off to the memories for a long time afterward, whether they attain the goal of infection or not. My personal feeling is that if the bottom has to use artificial means to gain the courage to knowingly take a breeder's cum, then they're not ready to do so and should keep it at the fantasy level. My alpha boy is a power fisting bottom; he offered the same advice about getting your ass cherry popped - be fully there while it's happening.

And one of my boys got gifted from a Latin top at Steamworks, on Christmas eve...

And there's a lot of amateur pozzing videos out there - in the hands of the breeders who took them. I know I'm in at least one of them.

And yes - the current medical treatment protocol is to start anti-virals as soon as possible after converting - my doctor, who works in one of the leading HIV specialty practices in San Francisco, had me start within 6 months. I take Atripla, and other than the vivid dreams caused by the Sustiva component (if taken at night), I've had no side-effects whatsoever. My husband was on Reyataz (Atazanavir), and had chronic intestinal problems, but after switching to Atripla, they've gone away. It's ridiculously expensive if you don't have insurance - over $2,000 retail for 30 pills - and once you start anti-viral therapy, you're pretty much on it for life, unless you want to become a breeder - viral loads are at their highest and most potent during the first year of infection.

See my earlier posts about my breedings and ultimate conversion for details, but when I got the FF, it was one month after my last exposure to poz cum (and about a year's time taking poz loads prior to that). It hit me hard - high fever, severe dehydration, etc., and I was alone for the first three days, so it was a bit scary. After a week, I was more or less fine, and got my positive test results a couple of weeks later. Prior to fully converting, I had had episodes of swollen cervical (neck) glands after a week of taking my first breeder's loads, so conversion may have proceeded in a leisurely fashion - certainly my immune system was reacting to his VL, and maybe the other two breeder's loads were simply pounding the nail in deeper. Be aware that any symptoms may be due to an entirely unrelated cause, so don't panic (or celebrate) and assume you're converting. Some men say they've been infected by a single load, while others have taken poz loads knowingly for years before they test positive (such as myself). Do think seriously about the reality of becoming infected if you continue to chase, because it will eventually happen. If you aren't sure you can handle it (the cost of meds, insurance, the stigma of HIV, etc.), then don't continue to get fucked raw. If you can think it out beyond the immediate (and, admittedly, major) excitement of knowingly allowing men to introduce the virus into your body by way of their cocks, rationally think about the consequences of becoming HIV positive, and feel confident you can handle its unique challenges (a reduced life expectancy, for one), then embrace it and go for it. So far, three years down the line, I myself do not regret the decision to allow myself to become infected, and if I could somehow do it all over again, I would, only faster. For others, it can be a devastating event, and for good or for ill, will alter their lives forever.

Back in NYC in the 90's, I had a lover who loved to fuck me, but as he was participating in an HIV study (we were both neg), he insisted on using condoms. I was still careful, so I put up with it. Before he'd put one on, he loved to slide his cock into my ass and gently fuck it for a minute or two, and it always felt so much better than after he'd rubbered up. One day we were both so horny, and it felt so damn good to fuck flesh-to-flesh that he couldn't stop fucking until he came in me - I was ecstatic, as it was the best sex we'd had, but he was overcome with guilt and shame, having blown the requirement for the study. As I recall, we broke up soon after.

It's ethyl chloride, and it's an organic solvent that can cause major peripheral nerve damage if abused - I know someone who nearly died from overdoing it.

I never really practiced safe sex, other than not getting much during the 80's and early 90's in NYC - I hated condoms, both for topping and getting fucked, so I just never used them. When I did get fucked, I'd have major panic about what the consequences might be, and once or twice, when my cervical glands became inflamed, I was sure I was going to die (it was allergies). In the mid 90's, I has a partner who was poz, but I didn't find that out until after the first year we'd been seeing each other (and I'd been taking his loads). I remained neg, even though I got into the habit of visiting the local gay resorts top get plowed and swallow some loads. The panic had abated by this time, obviously. When I was 52, I wondered if I was either naturally resistant or had been incredibly lucky in dodging the bullet. I decided to find out once and for all - I felt that if I were to get infected, I'd want it to be under my control, so to speak. Over the next year and a half, I gave my hole to three breeders, each for a period of a weekend up to a couple of weeks, and each free to do what he wanted in order to poz me (scraping my hole with fingers, a toothbrush or rough toys, multiple loads each day and retaining them as long as possible). I remained neg, although a couple of times I had swollen glands - looking back, it was obvious my immune system had taken some direct hits. A few months after the last breeding session, I hired a poz hustler for a birthday present to myself who seeded me then emptied his bladder into my ass (so fucking hot, and a sweet guy - afterwards he went off to play softball. I didn't tell him I was neg, and he didn't ask). The next month (almost to the day) I came down with the fuck flu, hard - I lost 10 pounds in three days from dehydration. The next HIV test showed I'd seroconverted, and I've never looked back. I have no regrets for what I did, and in the end married a wonderful man, who wouldn't have considered a serious relationship with me if I'd been neg.

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