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I prefer New England, where I have retired. I enjoy stacking the 5 cords of wood which keep me warm in the winter; even if we have 20 inches of snow, we know to stay home for the day (and clear our drives), and the next day the roads will be clear. Saturday afternoons at the country store for coffee and a muffin provide all sorts of good conversation with people who have lived here for generations. When I go "south", I prefer southern Quebec in the winter. The only downside is the interstates tend to be packed on Friday and Sunday evenings when people who realize how great it is here in the winter are on the road from or to lower New England.

It also would depend, I should think, on what "detectable" means. Is it barely detectable (just slight higher than "undetectable"? "Detectable" could mean everything from "just barely detectable" (i.e., low viral load, but detectable) to "high viral load" (easily detectable).

My first gay experience was with a man in his 70s when I was in my late 60s. We corresponded a few times, and then we agreed to meet. He had a partner who had recently had surgery, so he couldn't play. We chatted a bit and then went into the front room; we dropped our pants, and he asked me to suck him, which I did, and then he did me. After a bit, we went up to the play room (complete with swing); he wanted to fuck me (which I wanted as well); he had been tested earlier that week and had the paperwork showing him clean. I was still anxious and asked him to use a condom, which he willingly did. I hadn't really expected to be fucked, and so I hadn't cleaned out which showed almost immediately; he said it was no big deal and we went to the bathroom to shower and clean out. When we came back up to the sling, I told him he didn't need to use the condom, and he was happy to oblige, but when he got close he pulled out and shot over my stomach. The first time I was bred was a couple of years later (covid had intervened); we chatted for a bit one evening on one of the social media sites, and he asked if he could come up; it was already late in the evening, and he arrived around midnight. We chatted a bit and he showed me his testing; then we went to the bedroom. Pretty vanilla stuff at first -- sucking, kissing, rimming. After about a half hour, he asked if could fuck me bare; having seen the testing, I agreed, and he slipped in and began fucking me, at first missionary style, and then he wanted to take me doggy style. After about 10 minutes, he asked if he could cum in me, and I agreed (I was curious to see what I could feel). He sped up, and then rammed himself as deep as he could get several times, and stopped. I could feel his cock pulsing, and the warmth growing in my innards, which I liked very much. We then fell asleep -- I should have had him do it again in the morning, but he didn't. I really enjoyed the experience, and especially his courtesy in asking. Haven't been with anyone I liked as much since then, though I've be bred a few more times by guys with testing.

Love rimming a nice clean ass, and then being rimmed prior to feeling a nice cock slide in.

I like to feel his cock pulse as it unloads in my mouth -- so in far enough, but not so far that I miss the load.

Nice shaved hole, waiting to be filled!

55 -- not terribly kinky, but satisfied with what I have done. I haven't done any of the upper value things, and probably never will.

I didn't start fucking until about 5 years ago (late starter -- well, late admitting to myself that I am gay). The first time I was fucked, the guy started using a condom and reamed my ass for a while -- things got messy because I hadn't really expected that to happen, and we had to take a shower and get me cleaned out. As we were drying off, he showed me his testing from earlier in the week (clear), and he said he wanted to fuck me bare -- I was curious to see if I could feel a difference--I couldn't as the bottom. He didn't finish inside me though. Several years later, with another guy, we got going with the usual warm ups -- kissing, rimming, sucking; as we got into it, he asked if he could fuck me bare; he had his testing as well, and so I agreed. He worked his cock in and out of my ass for about 15 minutes and then asked if he could cum inside me -- again, curious to see what I might feel, I agreed -- he sped up, and rammed my ass as he came -- I could feel his cock pulsing, and then a spreading warmth in my ass. I really appreciated his consideration for me and asking permission (as well as the testing). I've been fucked a few times since then, always bare - sometimes bred, sometimes not. I tend to stay with guys around my age and without much experience -- and we are all healthy.

My sex drive (at 73) is almost totally non-existent. I read and watch a lot of porn, but it doesn't do anything for me (ED is also an issue, although I recently got a viagra prescription which helps some. I still enjoy the occasional hook-up, and the feeling of a guy pump my ass and ultimately unloading in it. But most of my sexual activity these days involves masturbating every day or two, more to keep the prostate in shape and make it easier to piss, than for the erotic sensation. In other activities I'm still going strong -- cycling, walking (in the winter) -- may get a new set of snow shoes this year).

I started at age 23 -- crush on cute undergrad in college whom I eventually seduced through massage - after several months of gradually getting his clothes off, I had him naked, working on his buttocks with his legs slightly spread so I could see his balls. He asked to turn over, and his 4" cock was upright. I asked if he wanted that massaged, too, and he nodded "yes." I gave him his first orgasm (at 20 he didn't know how! -- the innocence of pre-internet). Several weeks later we were playing, and I asked him if he would like his cock sucked -- again, he nodded yes. I went to work on him, and was rewarded with a nice mouthful. I did it several more times, and that was the last time until I was 68 when I tried it again.

Nice collection -- about the only one that might be a challenge for me is the fist - I use a "duck-billed" fist on myself, but haven't ever had a real fist or something like that dildo.

Looking forward to the continuation of this story.

This has to be one of the most descriptive and erotic evocations of a boy's loss of virginity I have read. The timing is good, and the descriptions are so good they have my hole twitching!

Very hot story -- hope we get to hear about Saturday night!