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Hey I'd love to man - sadly, lost touch with these particular guys a couple of years ago - most of the guys in the sessions I write about I'm still in touch with, however!

In September of 2004, I got a message from a guy I knew who lived near Columbia University - seems he had started getting party favors for a couple of guys who were from the Northern Burbs of the city. One was a Professor at Columbia, the other a low-level attache at the Italian Consulate (from Italy). Both were married to women, and both loved to play with big, and I mean BIG toys. Somehow they had met and got together every two weeks at a Hotel in Westchester to spend 6 or 7 hours opening up their up-until-recently straight holes with huge dildos and other fun accessories. And both recently discovered that inviting Miss T to the sessions made them even more intense and fun after the Prof was introduced by some of his students at a non-sexual party. My buddy who provided for them told them he knew someone else from up that way (me) who also got into that kind of play and might be able to show them a thing or two as well. He also told them that like them, I was married but implied that it was to a woman as well. I am not straight (though I sometimes play one on stage, and have fucked enough women) but I was begged to not reveal to them that I had a male partner not a wife, as my bud wanted to see how far along I could bring these guys. They got in touch and I said I'd be happy to play with them - I actually met up with them a number of times over a few months. First time I met up with them, I arrived and they'd been playing for almost an hour. They were each on one of the king-sized beds, surrounded by toys,lube, poppers and the glass cock on the nightstand between them. There was gay bb porn playing, HOWEVER it seems that they barely ever would touch each other. They'd assist in inserting toys, but no kissing or blowjobs or rimming or fucking each other had ever taken place up to this point, it was mostly watching each other. I thought "WTF??". The member of the Italian Consulate was early thirties, hairy, with a wiry soccer player body, modest dick and nice hairy ass. His buddy was a bear-type around 50 plus or minus, caucasian, salt-n-pepper hair, 'stache, chest hair and pubes, and a beaut of a cock. He also happened to be a bit more heavy-set than I tend to go for (no offense!) but was one of those guys that has some kind of chemistry/attitude overshadowed that and so the weight thing never bothered me. They fired up the torch and tried to get me caught up, then gave me a moderate sized toy to begin opening up. Both of their holes were filled with really thick and long dildos and I must admit to being considerably impressed for "str8" guys. Hmmm. This not touching thing was going to be a problem for me, so I needed to figure out a way to bypass that without freaking them out. Shotgunning turned out to work well - something each had done in college with 420 but had almost forgotten about. Taking big full hits on the pipe transferred the tweak-smoke back and forth from my mouth to theirs and their mouths to mine. I confessed to them that I was very oral - "no matter which sex I was playing with" - which led to each allowing me to suck their dicks and rim their holes (neither had ever been rimmed and BOY! did that go over well) so long as I did not mind if they did not reciprocate, which this first time, they did not. It would take a couple of sessions in total, but eventually I got them to the point where they would kiss me and each other, shotgun each other, and suck my dick and rim my ass (though not each other on the last two, oddly). In return, they got my hole more open than it had ever been before and has ever been since, and I continued to be astonished at the girth and length of the toys they would use on themselves and assist each other with. At my second session with them, my suggestion of booty bumps for all of us (which they'd not yet done) led to me getting a fist into both of them, again a new experience for each but my hand and wrist while not small were still smaller in diameter than some of their toys, so I knew that they could handle it. The professor confessed he'd fantasized about that, and the Italian shot wildly when I started a twisting motion in him, laughing and crying as he pumped a load all over the three of us. This was all very fun (though I felt sneaky) but as a top/versatile not fucking was bothering me a bit, I must confess. They both agreed we could all "give it a try" the next time, for without my saying so, they seemed to think that I'd never fucked or been fucked by another man and that it would be new for all of us. Cool. Except they insisted that of course we would all want condoms. So the next time, along with toys and ff we all bottomed and all topped. Surprise, surprise, they liked it. As we got more tweaked that session I would occasionally allow my hole to be in contact with a bare cock while we were doing something else and have the head just kind of pop in for a second or two before "noticing". And if I were behind one or the other, somehow the tip of my dick would brush across the entrance of their holes and teasingly linger for a moment. That was where I left it for that session, allowing them the choice. From then on fucking and fisting were always on the menu though toy play still made up about 50% of the sessions. The amount of favors per session increased as well. Then, a session or two later, the time got changed when I got the call and I arrived to find just the professor. I asked where our Italian was and he told me he was coming at the normal time, but the Prof had reserved the room early because he'd been fantasizing about getting fucked bareback and wanted an hour for me to fuck him prior to the full session. It seems since we'd begun sucking and fucking, he'd been visiting glory holes and ABS locations to do oral. And now he said he just had to feel a raw fuck - so we did, in a very intimate fashion and he shot from being fucked. The rest of the session was much like usual, until the Prof went to clean up around the time the sessions normally broke up and the Italian asked me if I had to be anywhere immediately. Responding in the negative, he told me to go out as if I was leaving then circle around and come back and meet him back in the room 20 minutes after we all "left". And get this, the same damn session, the Italian wants me to stay late for the very same reason the Prof wanted me early! Another hour, a much more animalistic fuck and an exhausted me dragged home after topping that hot hairy euro-hole. Odder still? I never was invited to another session, though my buddy down by Columbia told me they were both meeting each other much more frequently. Did I break the ice for them? Wish I knew!

Here's another real experience for you guys that like the true stories (not that we ALL don't like the fiction! Some of these guys are awesome writers!). It was a get-together in late winter with my twisted bud Darren for a pig session at his place up in Inwood. I had actually worked with him professionally before I knew what he was into - he was director for a musical I had a large role in, and then we appeared together in a drama, before he pulled me aside one night and said "I've been told by a mutual friend that you're a real expert on kink and edge-play and parTying groups..." I was surprised - he was married, had two adult kids... but he tells me he's always been bi, was divorcing his wife, and was looking for a "mentor" to help him really find his "inner pig"... that was a bit less than a year and a half ago, and boy has he learned a lot. Now he's got his own place, with a sling permanently up, and a rim seat as part of the regular furniture. I brought my friend Todd, probably one of my longest term fuck-buds, about 8 years now. He's another clean-cut looking jock type that hides a real pig inside - same worked out build as me, same coloring, but a bit taller, broader, cock proportionately larger and his darker hair color makes him appear hairier from a distance. He and I look enough a like to be confused as brothers, which is a fantasy I sometimes like to play as we're doing a scene - two nasty brother POZ pigs working on some guys together... Oddly, Todd and Darren never met, they kind of traveled in different groups of my play friends, and I thought he would be a fun addition. We arrived late afternoon, and it seems the other guests were putting off their arrival by a couple of hours, so we had time for a heavy 3-WAY first. Todd and Darren were immediately taken with each other, especially discovering their mutual water-sports addictions... both loved taking my chem piss up the butt or down their throats during a session, so I made sure I had plenty of fluids available, especially for me. With a real twisted fist vid playing we got out the glass cock and started shot-gunning each other. The "administrator" was with the group arriving late, so we worked with the glass cock and booty-bumps 'til he could arrive. After a number of hits we started to feel the magic and we dove into 3-way daisy-chain rimming on Darren's large play bed in his play room. Hit the pipe again, then "switched sides" so that everyone had tasted each others hot hairy hole. Time for fucking! I topped each in turn - when fucking Todd, he was pushing a glass dildo in Darren's hole while Darren really worked my nips... when fucking Darren, Todd was behind me chowing down on my hole. Neither got hard enough to fuck me, and after a few more puffs we moved on to toys. Darren has an amazing collection of toys, especially for someone who basically collected them in the last year! He's got a number of attachments for his pump - they both immediately got the nip cylinders on my nips and pumped them to huge proportions - no surprise there. Todd had the biggest cock of three of us, and though he wasn't getting hard we got him pumped up... Darren started with a pump that suctions out your rosebud, and got his asscunt lips really puffy and open. Then toys went up all three pigholes - of varying sizes with lots of bumps and twists and turns... knowing I was likely to be shortchanged in the "real" cock department, as there were times that I was the ONLY one hard at a party, they worked me over with a cool vibrating dildo that also has a series of metal balls running down the sides in a channel, so when they move through the dildo it's a continuing wave feeling. That felt awesome. Hours later the other guys arrived, a hot guy, Vaun, of Pakistani descent from Trinidad, and a big burly muscular hispanic guy named Eddie who'd done some boxing and was new to the whole scene as he'd gotten divorced recently and admitted he'd rather do men - he was POZ however, but not from a gay sex experience. He was, supposedly, JUST a top and did not get fucked... but Vaun had insisted that he get cleaned out before this party and made him do so before they came... which turned out to be a good thing. We pulled out the glass cock - filled it a couple of times in fact - as we got the guys up to speed... lots of shot-gunning, and Eddie got very friendly and loosened up, which Vaun whispered was unusual... I finally got fucked for a bit - Vaun had fucked me on past occasions and did so now (not a huge cock, but THICK) as I variously blew both Todd and Eddie, rimmed Todd, then convinced Eddie to let me rim him - and after some hesitation he rolled back, lifted those big muscular legs on that hairless hispanic butt and showed me a tight pink hole - I went nuts on it! Vaun moved off to fuck Darren in the sling while I chowed down on that gorgeous he-man butt and Eddie started to thrash and moan. Todd, catching on as usual to what I was doing, got the pipe and started shot-gunning both of us, feeding Eddie his big floppy cock between Eddie's hits. You guessed it... not too long and Todd was helping me get my cock in Eddie's hole as he was BEGGING for it. (Turns out he had been fucked briefly twice before - poorly he said - and didn't think it was his thing). He started to scream for more and I really laid it on him for about 40 minutes in all sorts of positions, while Todd continued with us switching back and forth, getting his cock and ass eaten and sucking Eddies cock or rimming the hell out of my hole while I fucked Eddie into the world of the versatiles! After a long satisfying fuck, I knew my pozload was ready to spew, and when I told him he told me to give it to him and fill him up. I blew my wad up his seldom-used before manhole, and Todd and I rimmed him and tasted my load, the three of us swapping deep cumkisses and tongue fucking each other. I finally broke for a while to do a watersports scene with Todd and Darren in the shower, and Eddie was in shortly begging for chem piss in his butt! I'm a nice guy - I gave it! No one else got hard that evening (the only downer for me) but after a few more fucks from me to the guys I headed out, as I had been there 10+ hours already and needed to get home to my partner, to tell him the stories when he woke up next morning, and so I left them all with toys up their butts as they continued well into the daylight. Darren tells me Eddie would like to get together again "REAL SOON"! *again a true story with names changed slightly to protect the guilty!*

I have a friend who's been a fuckbud for 18 years - since we lived across the street from each other in the theatre district in Manhattan. My own partner was always thrilled that Sal was so close by as he knew my buddy Sal would get into all the kinker scene-stuff that I liked and my partner didn't. Now, years later I still play with this guy even though my partner and I live in the northern burbs of NYC and he and his partner live in Jersey City. I'm in my 40s (though still play the roles of 30-somethings) in good athletic trim, just barely six foot, caucasian guy with blue eyes, silver/blond hair, average size but very hard dick - think Anderson Cooper worked out and into leather. I've been poz for 27 years. So the evening in question happened during the holidays 2009/2010. My bud Sal and his partner Dan called me for a nice long session with some new friends of theirs and I headed down to Jersey to play. Got to their place and they'd all been at it for a few hours - they were all pretty tweaked already and offered me the glass cock to get me to try and catch up some. They'd been getting to the point and asked if I wanted, but I was going to have to drive back home sometime around 4 AM and declined, saying I'd stick to the pipe and maybe a booty bump. I started pulling a long hit from the glass cock and my buddy's partner Dan says for me to shotgun a new friend of theirs, Jim - I did so and the guy's eyes widened as I blew a huge amount of smoke into his lungs and our tongues danced. I kept shotgunning him as I drew hits from the glass cock and tried to get close to the level these guys were already at. Finally, Jim lay back on the bed for a moment, and I got a good look at him - nice well-sculpted body, good pecs, nice long semi-hard cock, looked to be Italian or Hispanic and a nice face... seemed to be late thirties, early forties. Perfect. Dan whispers in my ear "Eat his ass, I've been telling him all about you". I push Jim's legs back, kneel on a pillow and dive in - he's moaning and clutching at my head with a lot of "yes, yes, yes" going on. Sal and Dan hold the pipe down near me and I take another long hit and blow the smoke slowly up the guys' hole. He seems to really dig that. Sal gives him a hit from the glass cock and then Dan says "Jim, do you want him to fuck that hole of yours" and Jim starts begging, "yes, yes, fuck me! Fuck my hole". Wasting no time, with his hole all wet from my rim job (and my cock all wet from a bit of sucking from Sal) I slowly work my cock into his hole. He's tight, but not at all resistant and soon I'm in all the way to the hilt. Jim moans and mutters, "so good, so good.." as I begin a slow twisting fuck in his beautiful hairy hole. The boys spray some Maximum Impact into a cloth and stuff it into Jim's mouth. He goes wild, screaming "Fuck me, fuck me, harder! Harder!" and I start to really pound - he pulls my face down and we start kissing and tongue wrestling. When I pull back I notice Sal and Dan and the other three guys are just watching the action, jerking dicks here and there, but totally concentrated on us. Being an exhibitionist, I don't mind and we continue a really hot fuck. Dan says to Jim - "do you want him to breed that hairy hole, man, do you want his load up there?" and Jim is saying "yes, yes, breed me man, breed me" - I build up steam and then blow in his hole, howling a bit as I do and the other guys are cheering me on, while Jim starts bucking like he's having an anal orgasm - his beautiful long cock is rock-hard and dripping, but he's not able to shoot. After pulling out, Jim thanks me and I tell everyone I'll be back in a moment, I want a quick rinse in the shower. Dan joins me and says - "Tonight was his first time partying - his first point - and that was the first time he was ever fucked". I said "excuse me?" Dan replied "yeah, remember how you were the first guy who ever fucked me, back when Sal had you come down to play the first time I met you? Remember how I was still married to my wife? Well I thought you'd be perfect to break this guy in". I looked at him with suspicion and he continued "yep, he's married, kids, the whole deal. The wife and kids are away visiting relatives in Italy for Christmas". NOW they tell me! But then again, Sal didn't tell me that DAN was married the first time Sal got me to fuck Dan (who you may have guessed is now divorced and living with Sal). We went back out to the bedroom and Jim was happily getting plowed by another one of the guys while rimming a second one. Dan said, "yeah, he came over for a blow job that we advertised on Craig's List for straight guys looking for a quick blow, and we offered him some party favors and he seemed to like everything else that was going on, so we just progressed him along..." I shook my head in disbelief as I jumped into the pile and continued with our scene...

I have been posting accounts of my real life experiences in raw and party sex on a number of different sites... sites that seem to come and go, while this site carries on faithfully. So I finally said to myself, why don't you just post on your favorite site and call it done? So, I will do so. I grew up in New York from a 4th-Generation New York City family and it appears I was just born a kink pig. My first masturbation fantasies at age 10 were of playing sex games with four other of my male friends all at once. It helped having a six-years older brother who let me peruse his porn - at that time in the 70's even straight mags like "Penthouse", "Hustler" and "Oui" had naked men with the women in at least two spreads of every issue. Perfect for this budding homo... and my bro is kind of a straight version of me. Back when I was 16 and 17, he and his girlfriend would get me into Studio 54 with them, then they'd head to "Plato's Retreat" (a STRAIGHT sex bathhouse/club) while I hit the baths or a porn theater before we'd meet back up at a chosen time to go home. It was awesome being gay and a teenager in NYC in the late 70s and early 80s! A funny note, my bro is still in damn good shape at 54, and SO jealous that my partner of 22 years has no problem with me playing with other guys when he is busy or working (and vice versa), but my brother's wife would NEVER consider the same for him playing with some other women... pity... Anyway, for some reason, I've always been adventurous at and about sex and have tried just about everything I could in my 49 years so far, and am trying to get to the things I haven't done YET... I seem to have been blessed with the lucky combination of an almost eidetic memory (runs in the family, not anything I did...), a very active libido even now, and an exceptional writing teacher just around the time when she could interest me in the written word and show me I could actively enjoy writing all sorts of things... so its fun to combine them all and write out some of the wild times I've had over the years, allowing me to relive them, and hopefully having others enjoy them. If you've seen me post them elsewhere, please forgive! I'll start posting each experience in individual posts, starting this evening with a few.

I started having sex when I was 14, all the way back in 1977 - when I was with a girl I used a condom, but with a guy or guys (yeah, I was kinky from the get go) who would have ever thought to wear one in the 70s? By '82 I decided that even though I was fully functional with both sexes, I really really preferred Men and growing up in the NYC metro area, and then attending college in NYC from 80-84, I found I could be a pig to my young hearts' content. So it was always BB for me back then - when I was with girls I discovered my allergy to latex, and also discovered lamb skin. Well, by '85 I was HIV+ (you'll note, I'm still here 27 years later) and grudgingly learned to deal with latex hell. From '86 to the mid-90s it was condoms all the time, and I discovered then that the annoying latex allergy that made my cock itchy and red and swollen was 10X as bad when the latex went up my butt. I don't think I bottomed at all for a couple of years there. Then I met my husband (NY, don'tcha know, we're actually finally married) in 1990 - we've been together ever since but have always had an open sexual relationship - since he is 100% top and I am mostly top... AND he's been negative the whole time these last 22 years! I was willing to get fucked with a condom for HIM, if he used lambskin - love will do that, but little else would! After a certain number of years, he did start fucking me bareback, occasionally - if I'm regularly getting some butt action, it's fine, but if I've been closed up for a while he'd go back to the lambskin. Meanwhile, since he always worked Fri and Sat nights, I had some regular fuckbuds I would play with - one of them talked me into bb'ing again as top and bottom with other POZ guys - and he was none other than Scott O'Hara, the porn actor - I used to write for his magazine STEAM and he convinced me that super-infection and all that jazz was highly unlikely. I've been BBing pretty much exclusively (other than with my husband) ever since - I tend to play only with other POZ guys, and if there are NEG guys showing up to NYC bareback pnp parties to do T with a bunch of POZ buds and they don't tell us... how do we know? If a guy asks me not to fuck him raw, or not to come in him, I respect his wishes and do so - but if it means a condom (with the exception of 2 really hot Neg Fuckbuddies, for whom I'll suffer the latex because their asses are so irresistible...) then I will likely forgo fucking the guy and either rim, finger or fist his hole instead.... I really hate getting my cock all messed up with latex. And bottoming with a condom? No. Period.

Oddly, I wrote this about an actual event, but I didn't publish it here. (I have it on Jack4Jack & NKP & Get2thepoint...) I'm flattered that you like my real-life experiences, but I'd rather you'd said it was mine, or asked... since it is not fiction, it would have to be in another section

NO. Not in the least. And it annoys me when I come across guys who think so... and I'm talking other gay men here. Bad enough for the straight folks who don't know better, but really, among ourselves? Given my 'druthers I'd be 60/40 top to bottom, but reality skews me more toward being 90%top 10%bottom... but being on both the giving and receiving end, being a bottom - or bottoming - does not make one "less of a man" in fact sometimes I think it actually takes MORE guts (particularly when faced with a really large "weapon" on your partner). We are men who have sex with MEN... never could understand why a top would then want to make his bottom less manly - that's a power trip and a psychological issue, not sexual play. Sure I can do the B&D scene as a top with the best of them... but that's a SCENE and its play, and I want the guy to be as goddamn masculine as I can possibly get. Someone mentioned "internal homophobia" - you know what? That's possible. As someone who likes to play with men of all races and nationalities, I have noticed that men from cultures particularly known as "macho" type cultures, especially those who are first generation here in the USA or visiting, have more distinct lines on what's okay and what's not - and being a top means you are still a man, while being a bottom is perceived as, well, not. I've made it my goal to help as many men as possible realize they can be masculine and enjoy getting fucked... well, SOMEBODY has to do it, right?

What an unexpected discussion. It would never occur to me to NOT touch the guy I'm fucking's cock - I started getting into group scenes and kink and pig play all the way back when I was 19 and I'm going to be 50 later this year... in all that time, playing scenes most weekends since, not to mention quite a few midweek hookups when I was younger, never has anyone asked me not to, not once that I can recall. And while I play the dominating top well my bottoms pleasure IS part of my pleasure. If he's not over-the-moon from my fuck, then I cannot have a good time. Don't understand how one could want to disconnect the two. I have sex for fun and enjoyment, I always assume that my partner(s) feel the same. When I'm bottoming - something that happens not too often because most of my buds want me to top, and frankly if forced to choose I would choose top - when I'm bottoming if the guy fucking me doesn't touch my dick or my nips or something but is only in his head... hasta la vista... not my thing, I'm outta there. Or should I say "he's outta there" That being the way I've always looked at things it's fascinating to read the posts of guys who don't want their dicks touched or wouldn't touch their bottoms dick. Way too many rules and agendas for me, but if it is what turns guys on and no one's getting hurt, then who am I to say "yay" or "nay"? I'm just still trying to wrap my brain about WHY either top or bottom would choose that. Yeah, I'm a Top/Versatile, but I like cock - I'm attracted to men, not women and the cock is one of the pretty big distinguishers between the two, odd in my mind that you'd want to ignore it. But again, it takes all kinds and if no one's getting hurt, keep on keepin' on I suppose. At my age, having played this scene so long sometimes I think "I've heard it all", this was totally a new concept to me, so thanks guys for the update and the lesson...

He was a complex guy. I only knew him in the 90's - I played with him on a number of occasions when he was in NYC - the photographer for whom I used to pose for coffee table books and gay mags was a very close friend of Scott's and that's how I got to know him. I wound up writing a number of articles for his personal publication "STEAM" back in the mid-90s (I still have my copies). He could be kind and sweet, and he could be cold and dismissive - he was, like all of us, human. He had flaws and virtues but the nice guy was the one who was most frequently around and the numerous small group sex sessions I had with him were frankly a blast. He did feel his HIV was a gift, and did not look forward to his death with regret - and apparently kept that attitude until the end, though I did not see him in his last 18 months. He supported some causes I personally find questionable but also fought passionately for LGBT rights. And though I've been POZ since '85 at least, I do not embrace death the way he did, and I have never been able to wrap my mind around that mindset, I simply can only acknowledge that it exists... saint? sinner? How about a realistic combination of both. He was a shrewd observer of human foibles; an intelligent conversationalist on social and political matters and a fun sex partner. I look back on him fondly if bemusedly.

Excellent - very very hot story.

Have been in a sexually open relationship for 22 years - we got legally married in NY on our 22 anniversary a month ago. We are completely emotionally monogamous, best friends, still lovers, and continue to find each other endlessly fascinating, smart, and amazingly comfortable... and we love each other very much. That being said, we both had our first partners die on us in our twenties and find that you don't sweat the little stuff after that. On our second date, we realized that in order for the average two men to stay together for a long long time, sexual variety would wind up being an issue unless it was no big deal. Which it is not for either of us - we play with others seperately and together (these days mostly seperately for me as my husband has nasty arthritis). We don't take time away from each other - extracurricular is done when the other is working, and the stories are shared and enjoyed together. We're not jealous, which is probably the most important thing - we never "date" someone else or stay out the entire night, and that's it rules wise. I've always been kinkier than my other half and he is more than happy to have me play with others for the heaver stuff!

YES. I have been in a seriomixed relationship for TWENTY TWO years - in fact, we're getting married on our 22nd Anniversary this weekend, now that it's legal here in NY. He has for our 22 years been neg, and I have been poz the whole time (26 years in fact) I'm undetectable and have been on the same med cocktail for 12 years. It can work out, obviously, and work out well - just be aware what you are doing and communicate. He is a total top, and I mostly top - and from our second date we've had an open sexual relationship. He knew my status, and knew my libido was more active than his, and he also knew that my tastes in men were broader and my range of sexual activities far wider than his. We've enjoyed three-ways together, group sex and sex parties together and have each played alone many times when the other is not available (he works nights - including Fri & Sats, I work days...). We never play apart when the other is available. Since he works almost every Friday & Saturday, he's actually happy I'm not sitting home bored, knowing I'm not seeking any other emotional relationships. He knows I BB with other poz guys, and oddly he does envy me that a bit. However, his choice is to stay safe, though he has topped me without a condom a good number of times. He's also a voyeur type (not my thing) and I an exhibitionist, so even when we go to sex parties together, he usually shoots in 15-20 minutes then watches while I play for another couple of hours (and he maybe reloads). It has worked for us, but you neither partner can have a jealousy issue and again you both must know and respect the needs and desires of the other!

Hey Danny - I found out at 23 - except that my diagnosis was 26 years ago. Talk about scared? Back then the nurse was sure she was giving me a death sentence. But I'm still here, and I have had, and continue to have a pretty wonderful life, despite (or in the case of my sexual play life, because of) that diagnosis 26 years ago. I split my time between two careers, one more interesting and fulfilling, the other more financially rewarding. I have a partner for 22 years (and he's neg, so that myth - "seriodivergent couples can't work out" is dispelled) and we have an awesome relationship, best friends, partners, soon to be married - on the actual date of our 22nd anniversary - and we've been sexually open since the 2nd date. We enjoy our sex life together, and we're cool if the other plays on "off times" which is great since I like "scene" stuff and he does not. There's been very little downside (other than the sheer terror at the beginning - my first partner and dozens of friends did NOT make it past 1987, but once the cocktail was formulated, those losses all but disappeared. I didn't even have to start meds until 1998, and I am consistently undetectable. My downsides are these: 1. I take 3 pills in the morning, 3 in the evening. Hell, I take more VITAMINS than that... 2. My health insurance is damn high. 3. My partner and I use a condom for fucking but for nothing else. I know I'm lucky because I got through that time period to today where this is a manageable condition, but for someone now? Sure, its annoying at times, and you should always be aware of your health, but terror is no longer necessary. And there are certainly UPSIDES to it. When I play outside, it's always with other poz at bb get togethers, and I have an awesome time. Be at peace, watch your health, and enjoy the silver lining!

Awesome - sounds like you guys had a blast - love to hear it...

Yep, my oldest of two older brothers was - he used to take me to Studio 54 when I was a teenager, and then he'd go off to the straight sex club "Plato's Retreat" with or without his girlfriend (who got him to go to Studio 54 in the first place...) and I would go off to the gay sex clubs, the baths, or the mineshaft or spike or the anvil (which at 18 was pretty advanced, I guess, but that's the kind of sex I liked). My brother was cool with my having all sorts of gay sex in THOSE kinds of clubs, because he didn't care if I had sex with muscular (read - masculine) leather guys... it just meant I was playing the field the way he was, but in a slightly different flavor. Had I been like some of my other friends who were in theater full-time, and been a bit more flamboyant or had hung out at drag bars, he would have been okay with my lifestyle, but certainly would not have brought me to those places... his little prejudice - and to be fair, he's always been very cool to my more effeminate friends, but I think he was secretly pleased that if I liked guys, at least I liked that kind... not his fault really, he's a cop, and so was my other bro... Now my brother is married, and though he played around a bit on the side for a while, it got too obvious once, and really hurt my sister-in-law (people saw him out with a young lady, and made a big deal in their group of friends and everything - my sis-in-law, an awesome person, and very understanding -was just humiliated and since then, his playing has been almost non-existent) He wishes he could still play around and be married like my partner and I do, but that's way tougher in the straight world.

Looked again at this thread, and looked really close at your definitions: By "SLUT" I mean someone who's averaging at least 5 loads a week from lots of different guys including a lot of complete strangers[/b]. By "SUCCESSUL RELATIONSHIP" I mean a relationship I mean a solid, meaningful relationship that lasts for at least 2 years where the boyfriends live together and rely on each other. I sorta get the sense that people think that sluts can't have successful relationships and still be sluts. I don't see why it can't work. If I were single I'd probably look for a slut for my next relationship. I'd love someone who came home with a cummy ass or someone who'd disappear at a bar and I'd find bent over taking dick when I went looking for him. Honestly, it would be a blast to pimp out a boyfriend... But I'm guessing a lot of gay guys just want to settle down and be "normal" (by heterosexual norms). They might be OK with a somewhat open relationship, but the idea that you're boyfriend's life is ... dedicated to ... taking loads from other guys might not work for some tops. And ... bottoms might not like sharing ... with other bottoms. I'm guessing so many sluts are single 'cause it's just hard to find compatible boyfriends. OR, there's the possibility of a partners-in-crime relationship where both guys are sluts - either they're versatile or they're both (vers) bottoms. In a relationship like that their recreational activity would be hunting for cock and loads. They could advertise on hookup sites together, etc. I've seen a few couples like this online, but they're pretty rare and I don't know how long the relationship lasts... So what's your experience? Have you ever been in a long-term relationship where one or both guys were sluts? How did it work out? So end of last year, around when I joined up, I replied: So re-examining your definitions, I'm noticing that only if you "take loads" you are a slut... so even though I almost always play with one group on any weekend - and generally top 6 to 7 guys any given weekend (with the occasional 1 or 2 during the week - maybe once every three weeks or so) I guess I don't fit this definition - and since we moved out of Manhattan to a VERY gay friendly suburb but very much a "gay family" town, lots of couples with kids, respectable pseudo-straight types, my partner has basically been limited to some married guy - straight or gay married - wanting to suck dick in the Y steam room (yep, that actually happens a lot, especially with my other half's big cock) he's down to only a few here and there, so his slut status is no longer an issue... but mine? Because I mostly top, do I rate a slut status or not? And to be fair, at 48, most of the guys I play with on weekends are long-term fuck buddies (one has been for 18 years!) and so of the 6 to 7 a weekend, I really only get to play with maybe 2 to 3 "newbies" any given weekend... unless I'm away doing a show, or my partner is - then we each get to "Slut-Out" like we used to - especially which ever one of us is on the road in a new city. So maybe I'm not the slut I thought I might be, though I think I still have a damn fun and active sex life, both in and out of my relationship and it does not affect that relationship negatively at all - any effects have been pretty damn positive. For instance, when we lived in NYC for many years, we were the center of a large group of friends who met every Sunday for Brunch (sounds SO GAY, I know, but actually, most of the crowd was straight...) Only my oldest friend, a straight guy who's best man I was at his wedding knew that ALL of the gay guys in the group except one- about 9 or so in total - were fuckbuddies of my partner and me first before we intro'd them to the group. Many of these guys are still very good friends, and one or two are still randy enough to play around... In fact, my straight buddy (whose wingmen we each were on many a night when we both were single, at the bars on the Upper West Side - whichever bar had the free pool table, straight or gay was where we would play) mentioned at his wedding that although he had invited 5 ex-es and another old bud had 6 ex-es to deal with, though I only had 3 ex-es there (one female) I had actually had sex with over 20 of the guests prior to the wedding, just not "dated" them and my partner had had sex with 14... That friend now occasionally jokes that he should have given me a try when we were both in our late teens, which on the nights he was stoned he thought might be cool because of the no strings thing... but now, just can't because his wife would just NOT understand... and now that he thinks about it, giving me a little head or at least jerking me off, when he'd have gotten a blowjob from me, would have been worth it considering all the nights he used his hand and didn't really need to... he wants to know if now that we are finally getting legally married (yeah, NY) if we're going to pull back on the "extra-curriculars". I said, "why, straight people fool around on their spouses all the time, I am NOT doing it behind his back, but in front of, and with his permission... since we have a slightly "new" definition of marriage - person to person, rather than man to woman - why not redefine the whole thing a bit, if you could convince your wife that you would only stray sexually and not emotionally, wouldn't she actually be a bit relieved - since you are still so horny? (and I take it she is not as much as she used to be...). Though I doubt straight marriages would ever evolve to quite the point of the number of partners my other half (soon to be "husband"... that's a bit weird, as I will also be "husband", but really we'll live with it!) have played with due to there being no pregnancy scares and the male libido - two of them - always seeking a bit of different "stuff", even so, MAYBE we can actually help our straight friends lighten up a bit and get freer them selves...

Nice. Totally took me back to the five summers I spent working in Provincetown, MA - and to the early '80s when I was in college here in NYC Studio 54 was just coming down from top of the scene and the Limelight, Paradise Garage and other amazing dance clubs were still around, though I was usually the one doing the fucking, I got it once or twice too and it was awesome - oddly, I actually WASN'T doing any chems back then, though everyone thought I was, I was just that much of a pig! Now, well, a bit of enhancement is always welcome...

I was always horny constantly - while there's been a slight change now that I'm 48, my partner says that even that change still leaves me with a much higher libido than the average gay man...

When I was in college in NYC from 1980 to 1984, I belonged to a group of gay, bi and "curious" guys who formed a fantasy group. All the members had to be cool with any new members who came into it. You'd post your fantasy on the group's bulletin board (it was four of the guys quad room) and whoever wanted to fulfill your fantasy with you would take it off the board (there would be several copies of the same post if it required more than one guy) and you and the guy with the fantasy would arrange a time to play it out. One of the hottest was a guy who had a rape fantasy that we did in Central Park - in the Rambles - late at night. He was in those "onion skins" running shorts they had back then, and a tank, and me and another guy played muggers who wrestled him to the ground, pulled him into the bushes and fucked him from both ends, knocking him around some and dumping a couple of loads... he LOVED it. I would not wanted to have taken it too much further, as he did sport some bruises and cuts from it, but he was happy. In case you are wondering, we all carried copies of a note we all signed stating we were all friends and were doing this for fun - just in case a cop showed, we might have been picked up for public lewdness or something, but at least it wouldn't be construed as an actual attack! Boy, were we stupid, but boy was it fun!

I love double fucking a willing bottom, and do it fairly frequently - and yes, I HAVE cum while DPing several times. There's one big caveat - if either the bottom or the other top are a bit too tweaked it is not going to work (they'll keep shifting around annoyingly before the 'mechanics' of it can be set up properly). Rule of thumb, if it doesn't work in two tries, you are wasting your time, go on to other activities!

Joe Girardi, manager of the NY Yankees - he's so freakin' hot and looks like a POZ leather dude anyway. I wouldn't mind adding Matsui, Damon, Jeter or a few other players in the mix, but Girardi does it for me big time. Lenny Kazlebrug the Olympic Swimmer would be one I'd love to corrupt. Movie stars Daniel Craig, Ed Harris and Viggo Mortensen (and Viggo is do-able, I have that on excellent authority...)

I tried to get my oldest brother to play around when we were younger - he's a straight sex version of me. He used to get me into Studio 54 when I was 16 (1978-ish) and he would go to straight sex clubs like Plato's Retreat when I was going to The Saint or The Anvil (yeah, I went to them when I was that young...). Now he's totally jealous that my partner has no issue with me fooling around with someone else, while his wife certainly has issue if he tries! A number of my friends totally get it as my bro, even though in his early fifties now, is still in great shape and to boot a sergeant of police who looks awesome in uniform... I've always found incest stories hot, though my bro is the only one in my family I'd actually want to do - love Dad-Son stories, but not with my own Dad (loved the guy, but he didn't make me hot). I have played with a real father and son together, and that was hot.