leatherpunk16

Bravo, chi4loads. A good story, well-told, and filled with a variety of diverse characters. It seems Joe is out of his difficulty, and all will be well. I do wish a bit more drama had been woven into the story, but that wasn't the focus, was it. All this damage that Mark caused by visiting Joe to help him grew into something more, and that's the real story here. Well done. Probably the longest running serial in the fiction section. Thank you for sharing your gifts with us.

I'm not a bottom, so I may not be able to put in my oar for this one. But I can say that at least once a month, my blood feels like it's on fire. Whether it's affected by the full moon or what, I don't know, but I have these urges to get nailed REALLY HARD. And that's not like me because I'm not a bottom. Maybe it's hormonal.

I sometimes have this problem. If a hole is particularly good, or I haven't cum in a while, I might not last long. I've found that, for me, the trick is to fuck a little, and when you get close, back off, stop using the dick, and do other things. Please your partner with your mouth, finger his hole, kiss. Something to lose that erection and get it back. I realize that for some guys this might not be an option if you have ED. Because you don't know if you'll get that boner back! I've had that problem on occasion. You make do with it and try to prolong the scene as much as possible.

Chlamydia. Went to a house party, and hooked up with a guy who saw my dick in the bathroom. He liked the size of it, so we went to a place and fucked. I wore a condom. Later in the hookup, he offered to suck my dick while he kept hot water in his mouth. Not familiar with the sensation, I went with it. REEEEAAAALLLLLYYYYY good. A couple weeks later, I had uncontrollable (and unstoppable) itching in my dick. And I felt like I was constantly dry down there. Didn't know what it was, but it definitely wasn't normal, so I went to the doctor. She gave me some pills, and it went away. Problem solved. Later I confronted the trick about it. He denied having it, and THEN told me he was positive. I freaked. Felt like he raped me.

Yeah, definitely Ryan. His count is in the thousands. What amazes me (and his doctor) is how much he has dodged the bug. Like he's immune or something. It would take something unusual to charge him up.

Do you keep a pet? A dog or a cat, maybe? When you take your pill, give them a treat. You might forget, but the animlol won't let you.

Sometimes. We have a few members who are twisted beyond belief. Or it's all just talk and fantasy, and the reality is that they don't do it very often. It's hard to tell, and anyone can say anything on the internet and people will believe it.

Yes, Raging Stallion has done it, too. We were a little shocked by it.

I think it bears pointing out that Owen Hawk (who worked on Dark Alley Media for a time) has said that he refused to work with any models that weren't already positive. So it's probable that a number of their film are cast with charged guys. Titan Media is probably the last holdout. The reason that not all porn is BB is because some people really don't want to see that. Believe it or not, there is a small condom fetish scene. I recently saw a Twitter post from a guy who blocked all the "barebackers and bugchasers" from his profile. He's probably turned off by it. Or he marched for all those years just for guys to willingly get bugged up and he's pissed about it. I couldn't say. Bare just isn't his scene.

I don't get laid anymore. Once in a great while, someone will come through on the hookup sites, but even those aren't much fun for me. Every hot guy in my town is as straight as an arrow, and if they are not, then they are closeted. Since I have no gaydar - never got the biotic upgrade because I don't qualify for an L2 implant - I can't bring them round to the subject without being a threat to their masculinity. The ones who are left are not desirable sex partners, or don't want to play with me. In the past year, I've played on and off with this one guy who is barely a participant in the sexual connection. I last met him at a hotel room for a cumdump session, and his hole was too bristly and I was just there to help him reach a goal number. But he didn't seem to reactive to anything I was doing. That's the kind of thing I have to look forward to in hookups these days. And that sucks. I'm an attractive guy, but all I seem to be capable of scoring are ugly guys, fat old men, and guys who don't know how to fuck. I come away from a hookup, and I don't feel good about it. I don't enjoy it. The sex is meaningless. It doesn't necessarily HAVE to mean anything - that's how we phags are programmed - but I'd rather be more than just a functionary plaything. I get way more enjoyment out of touching myself in the shower for a ball exam. That's how bad it is. There's a hot dude at my gym who likes me. He's probably straight and has a child. I'd love to get seeded by him, but I don't know how to bring him round to it and express this interest, lest I lose the friendship by the proposition. He's certainly given me no signals of sexual interest, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. I just don't know what to look for, and never have. When I'm at an event that is sexually charged (like a piss party or IML), that's easier to determine, but at home, the signs are much less obvious. So I never get laid anymore, and when I do, it sucks. It's not fun.

Okay. I interpreted your post as a long-term carrying of the bug.

Dude... Isn't that the most uncomfortable thing? The itching, the burning, the sting, and the constant moisture. I've had it twice, but never this bad. How do you live with it? (This is not a judgment post - I'm just curious how you can endure it.)

Well, that escalated quickly... <grins>

Previtus Media put out a film last year. I think it was called "Smoking Boyz", and in the promo I saw pics of, you can clearly see one of the boys hitting the pipe.

I once had a guy bottom for me, and his eyes were weird to look at. He warned me prior to the fucking that his eyes go all over the place when he's getting pounded, and when we fucked, he kept his eyes closed. He hated seeing them lolling about in the mirror above the sling, so to prevent that unpleasant sight, he closed them. I did see it once, however, and he was right. They were all over the place. It was a bad look. Another partner I used to have - a regular bud - always wore his glasses and kept his eyes completely fixed on me the entire time. This was also hard to look at. I finally made him wear a blindfold but he didn't care for that.

My late husband and I were rather open about the sexual end of our relationship. On our second date, I fisted another guy right in front of him. He was not upset - in fact, he asked me to do that to HIM when we got closer. As our relationship went on, we both played with other guys. We made a rule: Don't bring home anything that you don't want to share. And be honest about your hookups. For the most part, we stuck to that. In the brief time we had together, we had both fucked a lot of guys. But his desire to have a good time in that way is what got him killed. He went to a party, someone gave him a near-lethal dose of amphetamines, and he had a seizure that crippled him for his final days. He wouldn't tell me exactly what happened, but evidence suggests that he was fucked raw by a guy with a Jacob's Ladder (there was some anal trauma), and didn't know the status of any of the guys at the party. He withheld that information from me, probably thinking it was better that I not know. He took that secret to his grave. Months later, I dated a guy. I fell for him pretty fast, and offered him a life of comfort and love. He didn't want it. He decided he'd rather be a ho, collecting loads and flitting from one relationship to the next. I told him I'd be waiting when he's ready to settle down because I think we'd have a great life together, but I also realized that I couldn't ask him to give up his sex life for me. So we decided not to continue seeing each other. With a few months of hindsight, I can see that it wouldn't have been happy for me at all. You can play with other guys but I have limits and boundaries, and in a relationship, it's not unreasonable to expect someone to adhere to them within reason. And this ho simply could not provide that for me. I guess it really depends on the couple.

I've heard it said that survivors of the Black Death in medieval Europe have descendants that are immune to HIV. Don't know if there's any truth in that, or if it's just speculation - who can possibly trace their lineage that far back with accuracy? - but it makes sense on some level.

Bravo! THIS is how you add a tinge of drama to it in order to keep the story interesting.

Sorta. I walked in on a trio when I went into the ground floor bathroom, and they were fucking like animals. The staff usually turns a blind eye to stuff like this. But in front of everyone and my salad - probably not.

I distinctly remember the discovery. I was showering on a Sunday night and soaping myself up when I found something coarse and gritty around my balls. I looked and was shocked to see hair. This actually scared me. I didn't know how it happened or when it appeared there. It was just there one day. I kept thinking "Where did this come from?", and as I tended to do at that age, I didn't tell anyone. Wasn't until later that I figured out this was supposed to happen, and was normal. My body never really matured like those of my peers. Sure my balls dropped and I kept growing like I was supposed to do, but the leg hair and chest hairs never appeared until much later in my life. At 16, my legs were so stunted in hair growth that the guys in my PE class accused me of shaving my legs. I actually tried that once to see if it would grow in thicker like it did for the girls, but I quickly found that the hair grew to its limit and that was all I would ever get. You could grate cheese on my knees, lol. Chest hair didn't appear until 28 or 29.

Wow. I like the level of detail you give to this.