Shotsfired

Growing up in rural Oregon didn't make for a very smooth or data rich environment to discover the ins and outs of being gay in the 90s. Cell phones weren't widespread and still hadn't developed Smart capabilities. So, discovery was still often by accident, predatory or by chance. The Cruise was still the king method for men to meet up with men for gratification.

For me discovery was all three, I was a relatively bookish and straight edged young man who could easily pass for straight. I was a late bloomer and didn't do anything until I was 18. I had a fairly tight body for not being an athlete, and my best friend, Nicole was also my beard. What evening's I didn't spend working my two after school jobs, I spent on school projects, writing for the school paper, or at her house swimming or reading tarot.

I had a couple of close shaves with gayness. I knew I wasn't straight, but I kept my feelings to myself through high school. It was a safety thing. Once on a school trip I accidentally walked into the wrong room to find two beautiful naked black men, and they asked me to join them. I panicked and politely fled.

Another moment of chance happened right after I turned 18. Still in school, I was looking for a teacher, and heard water running in the locker rooms. My secret crush was on Rob the night janitor. He played first base with a minor league ball team. He was in his 20s. He was the perfect physique, hairless, soft brown hair and sleepy eyes that used to follow my movements around campus during activities. I used to go through a lot of Kleenex boxes imaging him naked, or touching me.

I walked into the locker room, and there was Rob, lathered up and washing in the showers. I stopped and my mouth dropped wide open. I stuttered, "I'm s-s-sorry, I was looking for Mr. Shuster. I didn't mean to interrupt."

Rob glanced at my nervous countenance, and warmly smiled. "You are welcome to join me. The water is actually perfect for once." He continued rubbing the soapy water on his defined pecs and I watched the water drizzle down his torso past his light treasure trail to the most beautiful cock I had ever seen.

You will never guess what I did.

One of my all time favorite stories.  I thought more people should enjoy it. Bumping to the top. 

On 2/14/2022 at 5:38 PM, sarahpalin said:

Coming a bit faster than expected, what was supposed to be the first few paragraphs became the whole of part 3. It's basically an expansion of the second part and lays the ground better for what's coming. Buckle up, things are barely getting started for Rick and his boy.

 

Part 3 – A sign of Things To cum 

 

After the fact, Daddy told me that my conversion session lasted three whole days. He fed me so many kinds of drugs to keep me high, horny and awake that by the end my brain was completely fried and I have no memory of the last 24 hours. Daddy had his dick in my ass pretty much the whole time and only stopped because he was too sore to carry on; there was blood and cum all over his cock and oozing out my ass, he also told me it was the longest and most intense fucking session he ever had.  

During this epic session, Daddy would never stop telling me how happy he finally found me. He kept calling me his greatest achievement and a dream come true. Corrupting and converting a straight boy like me was his lifelong dream and he finally had a slave he could mold exactly to his image.  

When we finally both collapsed from complete exhaustion, Daddy injected me some tranquilizer to help me go to sleep for a long while to make sure I could get a full rest without experiencing a crash from the chems withdrawal.  

“This will help you sleep soundly. I’ll see you again in a couple days when you wake up, and by then you’ll be just like new. In more ways than one,” he said while pushing on the syringe.  

It was true. I was now a completely new person. The straight old me was definitely dead and gone and a poz chem slut had taken his place.  

But it wasn’t all that simple. When I finally woke up, I didn’t know how much time had passed. I was completely naked. I was in a place I didn’t recognize either. It was a different room than mine. I was on a bed covered in black rubber sheeting. The walls were black and there were no windows. It looked something like a fetishist’s dungeon, but almost empty. An awful feeling crept over me. Was this all a dream? Did it really happen? Did I accept to become a gay slave and be fed all kinds of dangerous drugs and let Rick fuck my ass relentlessly? Oh my god, was I HIV positive now? What have I done?! 

I was starting to panic when the door opened, and Rick came in.  

“Hey son, calm down, it’s alright. Daddy’s here. Don’t worry, everything is under control.” 

“What did you do to me?” 

The drugs had worn off and I was sober. The reality of my situation was hitting me hard, and I had a hard time accepting I had surrendered so quickly and easily to my recent fantasies. 

“I told you, son. I have shown you your true nature. What you are experiencing right now is completely normal. This is a very big change you just went through, and your mind is trying to make sense of what happened. Don’t worry I have just the thing to make you feel better.” 

He sat down next to me and passed an arm around my shoulders. I thought he was trying to comfort me, and in a way that’s what he did, but he mostly was holding me in place. With his other hand, he stuck some black rubber respirator mask in my face and held it tight. I tried to protest and get away, but Daddy was stronger than me and I couldn’t move. 

“It’s alright, son. Calm down and breathe slowly. That’s it, deep breaths. Slow and steady.” 

At first, I didn’t want to be drugged again but I didn’t have a choice either and I had to breathe so I did as I was told. I inhaled whatever Daddy was giving me and. It smelled like very strong medicine, but with a sweet cinnamon hint. I instantly felt different, relaxed and mellow, but there was also a strong tingling building up in my groin. 

“I told you I was going to keep you high on drugs all the time and never let you regret your choice, right? Well, there it is. Keep breathing, son. I’m sorry I thought you’d sleep a little bit longer and you woke up before I could dose you again. Now try to focus on what you remember from before you passed out. How much pleasure you felt. How horny you were. My huge poz cock in your ass. How you begged me to slam you over and over again. How you couldn’t get enough of my seed.” 

Daddy removed the mask from my face, stood up, removed his shirt and faced me.  

“Remember this,” he said as he pointed to his biohazard tattoo. “You kept telling me how beautiful you thought it was and how you couldn’t wait to get one.” 

It was all coming back to me at once and all my fears were washed away as soon as I saw the tattoo. It looked glorious. Daddy was right, I was fascinated by it and wanted one on myself.  

“And you will have yours, don’t worry about that. As soon as you are confirmed poz, which is only a matter of time, I will have one of my friends come here and put some ink on you. You’ll get one just like this one, and a few others I have in mind. It’s gonna be a nice surprise, you’ll see. In the meantime, why don’t you suck on this one for a little bit.” 

I already had my mouth open when Daddy said that while moving forward to meet me. I started sucking and licking his nipple once again and worshipped his large, bold biohazard tattoo. I was obsessed with it and got extremely horny having it in right in my face.  

And just like that, the last remnants of doubt or regret went away. Even though there were a few moments after that when I wasn’t chemmed up in my life with Daddy, I never regretted it once again. I was barely high from whatever was in that mask, but I was completely set on my new life as a chem slave. I already wanted to feel like I did before I blacked out from our epic session. I was getting extremely excited worshipping my Master’s tattoo and started moaning like crazy. Daddy put his hand behind my head and pressed on it, forcing me to suck harder on his nipple, which made him grunt with his deep voice.  

“That’s it boy, worship the tattoo. Worship the virus. Can you feel it flowing in your veins? It’s slowly taking place in your system, infecting your cells, wrecking your DNA. It’s altering you as we speak, making you into a different person. A poz slut. But you’re not completely poz yet. It takes time. We probably have a few weeks before you begin experiencing the fuck flu. You’ll get a nice fever, you’ll feel like complete shit for a few days, and by the end of it you will finally have completed your conversion. In the meantime, I have lots of plans for you. You’re going to learn what it means to be my slave. Okay now, enough with the nipples, you have to suck on something bigger while I explain a few things to you.” 

Daddy then pushed me back and unzipped his pants, whipping out his magnificent poz cock, already rock hard and oozing precum, right in my face. I didn’t need more directions and started sucking it hungrily, swallowing as much poz juice as I could while listening to what Daddy was saying. I don’t know what I inhaled in the rubber mask was, but it was making me hornier and hornier even minutes after I stopped taking it. The poz talk was music to my ears. I was no longer horrified by the disease; I was craving it. I wanted more HIV, more virus. My Daddy’s poz cum was so tasty I was convinced the virus was giving it an additional flavor. I felt like it was burning my mouth and my throat. And I wanted more. I wanted to be fucked by several poz men. I wanted the most toxic cocks available to line up and fuck my ass and fill it up to the brim. I wanted to overflow with deadlier and deadlier strains. I wanted to give birth to the most toxic version of the virus possible and then gift it to the world. And while these feelings were drowning my thoughts, Daddy kept talking to me. 

“Now is the time to tell you a bit more about me, son. I’m now 54 years old. I’ve stopped working about 3 years ago because I had made so much money selling patents that I never have to worry about money ever again. You see, I’m both an anesthesiologist and a chemical engineer. I’ve always been interested in drugs of all kinds and enjoy getting people high, either through legal or illegal ways. I started as an anesthesiologist about 25 years ago and wanted to improve what we used so I designed new compounds that are now widely used in the field. I’ll keep receiving very large royalties for decades. I also still act as consultant for several big pharmaceutical companies even to this day, when I feel like it. But my true joy is to really get people fucked up and abuse them in various ways. And this is exactly what I plan on doing with you. I have built a whole complex in the basement of my house, a sex dungeon if you want to call it that way, where we are right now. This is your new room for the foreseeable future. I never showed it to you since you’ve been living here. Nobody knows it exists except a few trusted friends. Nobody can find you here, it’s like you don’t exist anymore. And you’ll probably never get out of here again. There is everything you and I need here. It’s now your whole universe and you will experience so many great things here. But for now, I haven’t fucked you in three days and I must keep you charged up to further your infection so let’s get on with it. Stop sucking me and get on all fours, facing the wall, NOW.” 

I regretfully let go of Daddy’s delicious dick and did as I was told. I was expecting to be fucked right away but instead I could feel something wet and warm touching my hole. It felt amazing and I started moaning loudly. Daddy handed me a brown bottle. 

“Take these poppers and inhale continuously, or until I tell you to stop.” 

I opened the bottle and started sniffing heavily while Daddy was eating my ass. After three hits I was already flying and could feel Daddy’s tongue go further and further into my hole. After a while he was basically tongue-fucking me and I was screaming in delight.  

“Don’t stop hitting that bottle you fucking faggot.” 

I was having trouble keeping my hands steady and spilled some on the bed. Then I could feel some fingers in my ass stretching and opening me up. I kept inhaling and I could see my fingertips turning blue when Daddy told me to stop and put the lid back on the bottle. Then I felt something cold in my ass and knew I was getting some T-laced lube, just like my first time with Daddy. The burning sensation soon followed and Daddy didn’t wait any longer to ram his huge toxic cum inside me. I came instantly and felt like my own cum was being pushed out of my balls by Daddy’s cock. He started fucking me very fast and with each push more cum would come out of me. 

“Oh yeah, you’re still so tight and warm boy, such a perfect little hole. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking you, son.” 

I was so happy to hear how Daddy liked my ass. I was incredibly proud of being his son. The Tina he pushed in my ass was starting to get to me and I could feel the heat all over my body and I craved even more dick and poz cum. I wanted it all. I felt so good I started crying. 

“You ok boy?” 

“I... I love you so much Daddy. I love your toxic poz dick so much, I love it fucking my ass. Please breed me again Daddy. Please give me more drugs and make me into your personal guinea pig. Get me high and fucked up, give me more toxic seed so I can grow my own poz babies, give me your gift and make me more pregnant. I love you so much and what you do to me, please never stop abusing me, it’s sooo good...” 

“I know son. It turns you on, doesn’t it? The poz talk, the chems, all these dirty and horrible things I did and plan on doing to you? That’s why you were born. That’s where you belong. Soon I’ll breed you again and then I’ll put you to sleep and make you experience things you have never heard about. You will see, I have so many surprises for you. I will have complete control over you and remove any possibility of free will that remains. You’ll be turned into an object, a fuck toy, an HIV incubator, a public attraction, a freak. And you will love every second of it.” 

“Yes, please Daddy!” 

“Now take my load, you fucking bitch!” 

And then Daddy pushed violently against my ass with his hips, buried himself deep and shot a load so big I felt it filling my guts. His toxic cum was hot in my bowels and I could feel it burning my insides. I was picturing millions of viruses running through my ass, entering my walls and invading my bloodstream, joining the growing population of viruses slowly infecting my body, and I welcomed them all with open arms. 

“Thank you, Daddy!” 

Daddy pulled out, leaving an awful void in my ass. It felt cold and empty instantly and I cried out in despair. Daddy pushed me down, turned me over and shoved the rubber mask back in my face. “Inhale, deep breathes.” I instantly felt calmer and numb. After a few seconds, Daddy removed the mask and produced a syringe. I thought he was about to slam me but then Daddy said: 

“Now I’m putting you back to sleep. I still have some preparations to do for the next phase of your journey. When you wake up, you will enter a new reality. I’m about to send you on a one-way trip to Wonderland.” 

Daddy had a huge grin on his face as he inserted the needle in my arm and quickly pushed on the plunger. I felt a cold wave spreading in my arm and I immediately felt heavier. Darkness overtook my vision and the last thing I saw was my Daddy’s magnificent biohazard tattoo, a sign of things to come, I hoped... 

This is my ultimate dream.

Hugh invites some friends?

Very hot story. 

Enjoyed part 1

Time for PEP. 

It seems like PrEP solves your problems,  and with U=U I don't see why all the concern over HIV. I'd be more worried about Syphilis, as there is a new variant that presents in the spinal fluid and it's harder to detect and treat. So many things are worse than HIV.  HCV for instance. 

Holy shit! I didn't see that coming.  Still processing.  Fantastic. Horrifying.  Hot.

Beautiful story and hot.

On 2/4/2022 at 10:40 AM, Sexyboy1990 said:

Can I be number 9 

Of course

Fuck this is hot.

1. For sure

I think the ones who have problems with what you are doing, I call "politigays," are assimilators or straight apologists. And I think they are harmful to the gay community.

If straight people question me about the loose morals of gay men, I stop them and say that "straight people" lost the right to judge or tell us anything we do is right or wrong the minute they kicked us out of churches, families and denied us our rights and pushed us to the outer limits of society.  

If politigays, question my ethics I tell them I have no desire to assimilate like a good little lap dog to straight society.  We are losing our gay spaces and gay culture and so many of us are willing participants in the lifeless  heteronormative lifestyle. I feel that one day we will regret the ceding of territory to straights and politigays. 

I don't think there is a tried and true formula for this issue. I think it depends on where you meet, what their profile clues you into, and on conversations and context  clues. 

A safe rule of thumb I live by is to match to the more conservative individual. If they are looking for a long term partner, then go ahead and breach the subject.  And don't see other people unless you've talked about it.

You can simply ask their expectations while dating. If they want to see other people, and expect you not too that's a red flag. If they expect both of you to proceed while seeing other people, that's great. If they want monogamy,  consider it carefully,. If you want that relationship and can stand monogamy then go for it. If you can't live in a monogamous relationship or are unsure, you had best walk away. Whatever the agreement is, it needs to be followed or breakup. 

I would say that when I have tried to play down my slutty side or pretended to be more wholesome it has always bit me in the ass. Its better to be honest about who you are.

On 1/18/2022 at 6:30 AM, fskn said:

I haven't been to my local bathhouse or to the glory hole arcades for a long while, but I concur. For me, fucking guys, getting blown, and occasionally blowing guys in those venues usually resulted in an STI. (Ditto for meeting privately with men who identify as straight or who are married and cheating on partners of any gender. These types are fun to fuck, but they tend to bury their heads in the sand, as if denial and inaction were effective STI prevention strategies.)

I have standing orders for HIV and STI testing through my regular health provider as part of my PrEP regimen, and can go as often as every three weeks. I choose to go monthly.

When I return to the fun venues, my strategy will be to fuck regulars at home right after testing, and strangers at the venues a week or so before my next tests. This of course won't prevent all transmission — known or regular partners can also have undiagnosed STIs — but it should reduce the chances that I'll pass something to someone else.

I do make clear to my sexual partners that I have not yet taken my vow of celibacy and that I play between tests; test results are static snapshots.

Conversely, I steer clear of people who don't fill out the date last tested in their Grindr profiles, or who indicate that they were last tested more than 3 months ago. Negative HIV and STI tests at a point in time are not informative, but a habit of regular testing tells me the kind of person I am dealing with, and it is what I offer in return.

I encourage you never to feel ashamed about getting tested, about having an STI, or about disclosing a current or past STI to a sex partner. First, STIs are a health matter, never a moral question. Second, people who never get STIs probably have limited sexual experience — great if you're into virgins, but not much fun otherwise. Third, by taking the step of getting tested, you are looking after your own health and that of your sex partner(s). This makes you the best kind of sex partner!

I have a gay doctor who's hubby is way hornier than I can even imagine,  so I get zero judgement.  I think possibly asking the manager of the bathhouse to host local testing services at different times will cut down on how many STDs you get at the bathhouse. Steamworks Chicago does this regularly and I rarely caught anything there.

As for avoiding people with no information on testing dates in their Grindr profiles. Grindr sold people's HIV information and testing information to third parties and got into hot water.  Many of us won't post that information there. We'll tell you if asked, but aren't relying on Grindr to do the heavy lifting.  They can't be rewarded for bad behavior so they don't get that information from me anymore. They can't be trusted to responsibly handle medical information. 

I would say Rawtop and the moderators of breeding.zone for the basic reading of Rawtop's ethical and examining three dimensional look at barebacking. He realised that  barebacking behavior is here to stay and rather than further stigmatizing HIV and/or ignoring it, he has recognized barebacking and its issues as a reality.  

This website gives avenues for fantasy, information and talks about sex in a real way.  No matter what side of the coin you are on and whether or not you agree with Rawtop everytime on every issue, people leave the site more enlightened and with real information.  

One thing about breedingzone that is missing from educational or porn sites is the weighing in on moral and ethical concerns and his efforts to reduce harm and not information without demonizing people.

He is a rare common sense voice in the adult gay space.  

On 1/23/2022 at 4:01 PM, BareLover666 said:

Funny, I hadn't realised we should get paid for the pre-sex safer sex talk as it's a job apperently. 
I agree with you that the OP should have taken his responsibility and not have lied.
And as it might be a criminal offence to lie, perhaps he should now first seek legal advice before taking the next step which is probably full disclosure. I do hope the OP is on medication and his viral load is undetectable so he won't have put the top at risk. If not, his (the OP's) behaviour is indeed reprehensible. 

But as I understand it, you're last line seems a bit too harsh. People should realise that not using condoms caries a risk. What if it where true that the OP hadn't been tested yet, and only found out after the first date he was Poz? It takes two to tango and I feel that putting the entire responsibility only on one party is a bit unfair. Event though the OP lied which is wrong. 

I agree with you. I believe later on I stated that having the full responsibility on the hiv+ person was foolhardy.  Having the weight of disclosure on the stigmatized party with heavy rejection  fears isn't right, and is asking for failure.  The negative person has all the power and control yet puts his health fully in the hands of someone else who is in a minority and often stigmatized.  Also,  when is it time to disclose.  There is no standard that I am aware of. And the danger for a poz person varies by geography and local laws. 

I had a guy slather it on his dick by accident. He ran out of the space and grabbed water. Ended our session abruptly.  Are you sure there wasn't drugs added to the lube? Some drugs will cause that reaction.  

On 1/23/2022 at 8:30 AM, BareLover666 said:

I think he was being ironic and seeing it that way it was rather funny precisely because - as you mention - Catholics are against all sex outside of wedlock.

Concerning homosexuality the Church of Rome has added to this sin of extramarital sex, a label that it's an even more serious sin because it's two (or more) people of the same gender, and these 'wise' men also have been preaching that we as gay and bisexual men (and women, lesbians etc.) suffer from something like a psychiatric condition:
an "objective disorder" as they call it. 

(Their message that sex is not natural, coming from a group of people that exclude women from their ranks, wear very stylish dresses and personally vow to not have sex with anyone (not even wanking off) is rather rich but there you have it).

 

 

 

Perhaps the word 'immoral' or another choice of words that means the opposite of good, wise, sensible or 'just nice' comes closer to what you mean?

I'm going to take a little detour about morality now, but I'll try to keep it connected to the subject and make it at least mildly entertaining so I hope anyone who reads this will allow me this indulgence:

 

In my country General Practitioners have the opportunity to not prescribe PrEP on the grounds of their moral beliefs. That's not a huge problem, as we are free to find another doctor and there are enough who are a little more enlightened.
But anyway, these beliefs basically translate to their opinion that people should 'just' be monogamous and/or use condoms. One could call witholding the extra protection that PrEP offers against AIDS from a minority-group that has a higher risk to contract HIV sociopathic as well, and even compare this to how Nazi-Germany - including it's medical professionals at that time - treated bi- and homosexual people.

But perhaps it's just stupid and bad doctoring. 
Personally I'm convinced this is not good medical advise at the very least.

There are a few legitimate reasons for people not to go on PrEP or circumstances why they can't.
But listening to what some tops allegedly would say about it and the 'threat' of not getting fucked, is just as stupid a reason not to go on PrEP as why some so-called doctors are against the use of PrEP.

 

I really can't imagine there are very large numbers around in the first place if there even are men who are Top, are also POZ, who are not on medication and who won't fuck with someone on PrEP. And how would they even know what medication someone uses or not? This story has a large 'hear-say factor'.
And it sounds a lot like the fiction section of BZ where it is just that: 'fiction'. 

We (and sorry for being a bit longwinded) all have feelings and sometimes make illogical choices or have ideas that don't immediately make sense and that is only part of what makes us human. I myself am often unable to articulate some things in a way others can understand correctly when the subject is very close to my heart.
Sarcasm, Irony and banter are sometimes misunderstood.

But false or true apparently there's now a story going round about bad gay men who want others to harm themselves. Something like that could even be called evil and diabolical besides 'bad'. If there are a number of POZ tops who do this I'm naturally very much concerned.

But I'm just as much concerned about this potential image of gay (and bisexual) men being painted. The aforementioned Catholic Church and other's have for a long time blamed bi- and homosexual people for pedophilia and there are too many people who believe THAT to have this new 'accusation' added to this. 
(Of course we know now that the largest numbers of child-abuse cases happened within the discretion of these kinds of established religions and were for decades covered up by these faithful servants of God...
But I'm not one to point fingers. Heaven forbid).

 

As context sometimes is King, it might make sense to view this new story about how evil we are; and our different feelings, ideas and choices in the circumstances where they have come into existence. Think about this please. Take your time and from now on once in while, consider it. How is sex with another man (or woman of you're a woman) judged compared to 'straight' sex by large numbers of people, and for how long has this been part of your society of which you are a part and in which you grew up?
(...)

In any case perhaps we should reserve the term 'sociopathic' for the choice the majority of humanity has made not to invest the same kinds of funds in the discovery of a cure and some kind of vaccine against HIV, as the World apparently had lying around to spend on the current fight against Covid-19.

Both are viruses that transmit more easily when humans behave naturally (touching each-other, closeness and penetrative sex).
The difference being who they target and HIV puts people who sexually deviate from the majority, poor people or live in continents like Africa and Asia (often not caucasian) at a bit higher risk than the average 'white', Western and heterosexual person.

So besides considering the label 'sociopathic' could it be fitting to say this is even 'fascist'?

 

Very strongly I feel that how people treat each-other and how society treats parts of that society should be valued in moral, not clinical terms. I'm also absolutely convinced of your best intentions @Shotsfired  for your two contributions to this discussion.

The reason I'm focusing this much attention on this one word (sociopathic) you've used within this context is this:

It would be helpful when our shared sense of community would be a little greater than it is now.
That means perhaps we could benefit from a stronger sense of shared values.
If so this must entail that we are allowed to judge ourselves with the same standards as are set for the heterosexual majority. Not higher ones or lower, because really we should not fall into the trap that because some in the world would vilify us, we should accept more responsibility than ought to be ours.
It's up to ourselves to set the example in this. And then we can ask the same from society as a whole.

It comes down to giving ourselves a brake and not start demonising things we don't understand or don't want to hear.

For instance I've never heard the label 'bug-chaser' being used for an unplanned pregnancy where condoms weren't used. As HIV is now a manageable condition perhaps words like 'silly', 'unwise' and perhaps even 'dumb' are better suited.

There is often a double standard for men and women concerning promiscuity, but neither have been attributed an extra 'sin' for this and only women were a couple of generations ago - in the Victorian age - labelled mentally unbalanced when behaving in way that was acceptable for men but not for women.
So like modern women we don't have to accept that promiscuity or not is - in the end - just a matter of taste and inclination. (And at times simply fun).
 

I think as men we like to banter, act tough and exaggerate to make ourselves heard. This is even and perhaps precisely true for the flaming queers amongst us. 😉
When we take ourselves too seriously and really act like this, it has risks. The #MeToo movement has shown how masculinity in those cases became toxic. If some stupid twat wants a bottom not to go on, or stop using PrEP so he can infect him with HIV it's the same thing:
It's idiotic and wrong and possibly a result of gender roles, double standards and other aspects of societal norms. 
And like with all men not all of us behave like this, it's actually a minority within our minority if it even happens.

I think that this story, like our 'fiction-section' originated from realising that doing something human (sex) puts us in danger of catching a potentially lethal virus and  infecting people we have sex with, possibly therefor sometimes even like and in some very special cases for a short or longer time even love.

It's based on a horror story in my opinion, that helped us cope and relate to this very factual situation. 
If someone really decides to become this gay pozzing barebacking version of Dracula, Frankenstein's Monster or Werewolf because of this, it's still wrong and idiotic. But perhaps that guy has internalised the vilification he experienced from religion and society as a whole. And perhaps just wants to act 'like a man'.

 

These thoughts I've just shared here are not about me personally.
I've tried to take a step back and view it like a distant outsider.
But as it's about sex and that's a very personal subject for anyone (except Catholic Priests who should for this reason remain silent on the subject) I'll say this about myself:

I am at a point of time that I've learned to embrace my lust without false shame, and this has enriched me emotionally. Or at least I think so. Part of that journey has been just accepting the desires of myself and my sexual partners in the first place. Not a virus, not a disease, not the advice to always use condoms, not the choice to go on PrEP or not. 
Lust. Beautiful lust.
And since that time I have felt more than a little more alive. Just being like this takes away any inclination to hurt anyone. So that's my very personal reason why I want the focus on chasing the fears that are mentally toxic and the still present danger from some stupid virus.

Sociopathic isn't the best word.  I think I should have used wrong or immoral. I am a strong advocate for protecting people's agency.  Coercive behavior like a  top forcing a neg bottom to bareback is wrong in my eyes. 

I was specifically referring to this one act.

I would like a personals site for forced play

On 10/11/2021 at 12:29 AM, timfreo said:

Don't like condoms dont like Prep. Same same. 

Being Catholic I'm against contraception. 

Are you being serious right now? Catholics also are against gay sex.

On 10/10/2021 at 9:57 PM, PigFaggot2904 said:

There are also gift giving toxic top breeders who won’t fuck neg f@gs who take PrEP, they call it a cop-out.

Isn't that sociopathic?

7 hours ago, fskn said:

@Philip, I always read what's written, and I share your frustration about being asked to repeat information that's in my (fully filled-out) profile.

A particular pet peeve is repeating the obvious in profiles. If you're muscular or work out x times a week, we'll be able to tell from your photos. And if you have to say that you're a "nice guy", it probably means that you have been accused of not being nice. 

@ErosWired, I agree, specific profiles help avoid conversations that will be awkward and that won't go anywhere. "Just want to cuddle" often is a red flag, as is the blank profile or the model-quality torso marked "looking for friends".

@Japbtm, I love Grindr's new tags, but they really are just Tribes v2. Both generations of Grindr classifications suffer from the same design flaw: users don't know whether tribes and tags reflect what you are or what you are seeking in someone else.

I have had a paid Grindr subscription for several years now. It pays for itself in the time I save from being able to limit the "cascade" (the grid of people) to people who (a) are currently online and (b) not only have a pic, but a face pic, specifically. If I could also remove profiles with distance display turned off, I'd be ecstatic. I don't want to have to guess how far apart we are, and it's possible to find any Grindr user's exact location from the locations of nearby users — a scary possibility, but nevertheless true for any location-based system that sorts profiles in order by distance.

 

You nailed it. It is especially irritating when you are looking to be dominated and you can't tell what they want from the hashtag.

I miss the art of cruising.  It was less tedious and more spontaneous. 

A lot of the ads are about as passionate  as a dog turd. People need to stop treating dating apps like takeout menus.  One went so far as to dictate how many dogs they wanted their date to have. Crazy.  

Also, just like in the theatre, you are auditioning always. I can tell you that I read their profile. How you present yourself is key to whether I contact you.  First, I am more interested in who you are looking for than who you are not looking for. If you say you are into hairy guys,  I know I might respond, until I also see something like "absolutely no gingers." I am not a ginger,  but that is so rude  I don't care if you are my type physically,  if you are needlessly calling out groups of  people  for exclusion, you are likely someone I don't want to be around.  Even guys I have no intention of dating can reach out and say hello. If someone you don't like reaches out you, can ignore them, let them down gently or just say "no thank you." Don't be a dick. Chances are you come out looking like a bigoted racist jerk.

I haven't met a race,  religion nor a male body type where I  haven't been able to find somebody that really turns me on. That's the truth. Calling out people in a general with the purpose of excluding them over superficial reasons is annoying and immoral  

I lose my temper when straights enter gay/queer spaces with entitlement and without invite. .  Theu need to come correct or get out. Also, trans people are not their punching bags, litmus tests, or their trial go at gayness.  Straight men are getting on Grindr more and more with homophobic comments. 

1 hour ago, BBDreamer said:

Damn! I want you to fuck and breed me too.

Ditto