Hairypiglet

Undetectable is untransmittable. On PrEP is unreceptive. The statistics are down to the billionth. If you take your meds regularly or if he takes his regularly you can fuck with near reckless abandon. If both of you are on meds (even if he is mildly detectable) then it's actually safer than fucking someone with a condom who is not on meds. There is a lot of confusion and fear in the growing acceptance of what modern science and medication have come to understand about HIV. It is actually becoming more and more difficult to transmit, even when we want it to. Some men actively chase toxic loads for years. Both of my boys did. And they both remained neg until I came along. One took repeated regular fucking without lube for months. The other took a month of extreme fucking and blood-swapping. You've been following the site a long time so you've seen how many of the chasers are constantly at it trying to get pozzed for months or years before their chase is over. One toxic load is not going to convert you. Get him to fuck you repeatedly and keep your lose and worn out hole filled with cum all weekend and you might. But a once and done most likely won't do it.

Great profile. I'd be up for trying to get you pregnant. I have never fantasized about being pregnant. Not once.

Why do ridiculous topics such as the title of this thread cause such abso-fucking-lutely abhorrent and ridiculous arguments. No one truly cares what nomenclature anyone else refers to their hole. We're still going to fuck, eat, suck, and fuck it again. So shut the fuck up with your holier than thou bullshit. No one cares what you call your own hole. No top really cares what you want it to be called. Absofuckinglutely the end of this topic.

Get a fiber supplement and pay attention to your diet. Everyone is a little different. I take psyllium husk supplements every morning and every night and with every meal. I also drink kombucha daily for probiotics. My movements are timed to the hour, but I know certain foods can change this. I also know certain lack of care for food safety affects my timing. I am extremely particular about food safety. Anything left out for an hour is trash. Anything in the fridge more than a few days is trash.

Got a load from my toxic no-meds boy on Saturday and two more from my other boy while he was training me for fisting last night.

Suck it from my ass and spit it in my mouth. I'll do the same for you.

Growing up through the 80's-90's I feared AIDs big time. Always used protection. However, when I was 18, my first real bf cheated on me and I just assumed I would get HIV eventually. I finally started chasing when I was 21, diagnosed 10 days before turning 22. I've never looked back. I'm proud and healthy. Now that PrEP is available no one has to feel that sense of fear giving in to the inevitable anymore.

It is rather common for recent seroconversions to have a huge surge in VL and drop in cd4 that balances out within a few a months and then proceeds to steadily shift back to an HVL and low cd4 over the course of years until AIDs and eventually death.

I got my hole destroyed tonight. A boy I recently toxified damn near fisted me and I honestly cannot wait for him to actually punch me open and fill my ass with the pozitive essence I gave him.

I've lived all over the US and even in the UK for a summer doing a study abroad program. It doesn't matter where you live. London, New York, Seattle, Los Angeles, Portland, literally anywhere... There will always be disproportionate quantity where bottoms far out-number tops. It's just the way things are. I wish someone would do an academic study comparing homosexuality and human sex ratio. I'm sure it would be an interesting read.

320. Just about everything except a few 5's and 10's.

@hairypiglet1

Six and a half million. Slamming certainly fucks a boy up.

I miss the UK so damn much. It was almost too easy to walk around and find a stranger to fuck me at literally any time of day anywhere, London or in the country. Without the use of apps. The US is a fucking cesspool of conservativism when it comes to sex compared to the UK and Europe.

Piss is just fucking piss. It comes out of everything, is completely natural, and in emergency situations can be required for survival even though it's a controversial topic in survival schools. The only time piss is a hardcore fetish is when it's pouring disgustingly orange out of some unhealthy dick. If your piss is yellow you need to rethink what you did last night. If your piss is orange you need to rethink your entire life. I'm a fucking alcoholic who drinks thrice more than anyone should and twice more than a lot of people are capable and I still piss clear because I drink so much water too. I've had guys piss in my mouth that made me gag, vomit, and say fuck off you need to take better care of yourself. So no, piss is not a hardcore fetish, but it certainly can be if you want that pungent dick.

@hairypiglet1

You are a depraved, toxic slut. I hope you continue to enjoy it as much as I do. Remember the three rules: no cutting without permission, no cumming without permission, and accept every load from every dick that wants to fuck you.

Carlos finished helping me douce, which was simple since I hadn't eaten in over 24hrs. I reached for a towel, but he grabbed me by the wrist. Carlos grabbed both towels. He threw one over his shoulders and proceeded to dry me off with the other. I stood naked in the humid mid-century bathroom as he patted the moisture from my tanned skin. We wandered into kitchen. The light through the shades cast vertical shadows on his caramel skin as he poured me a glass of orange juice and yelled down the hall, "Bagels in fifteen." Thirty minutes later we were finally getting into the car and driving across the Bay bridge. He drove farther west and headed north through Golden Gate park. Knowing enough about the city I was confused about where he was driving until he circled back along Geary and parked on the street. A small bakery off Geary could be smelled from the street. We walked in to a tiny store front with maybe two tables. A long counter of bagels and different schmear options. Carlos and Allen ordered fruit bagels with fruit schmear. I have an aversion to foods that are sweet-savory. Being the naive, careless youngster I ordered an everything bagel with green onion schmear. Carlos let me have it, but while I was eating he explained to me why I should be cautious of certain foods, seeds, etc. especially when planning hours of ass play. We ate our bagels and got to Folsom St. Fair some time around 3. It was very busy. We wandered down the street and then back up. I was wearing black leather converse, light Levi's, and one of Carlos' harnesses. The three of us stopped on a corner. I got in front, the dutiful boy, and took care of both of them. Carlos grabbed my harness and pulled me aside as if to tell me I was not allowed. He pulled Allen to him and I watched as they made out. I stood hopeless as my poz daddies had fun without me. Then Allen put his back to Carlos and they yanked the harness, pulling my back to Allen. We stood there on the street corner, their arms wrapped around me. Their hands caressing me. Unbuttoning my pants. Pulling my throbbing dick out for all to see. I leaned my head back on Allen's shoulder, giving in to them as they teased my nipples and yanked on my balls. I eventually came from Allen's silky grip and he deftly caught every drop in his fingers and brought them up to me to lick. I was sufficiently satiated. Carlos licked my lips and pulled me toward the Powerhouse and into the back room. I got on my knees and sucked his dick like my life depended on it. Within seconds a circle formed around me. I was bouncing from dick to dick. Staring blankly up at yearning faces as I performed, emotionless, what was expected of me. Seven or eight men gathered around. Fingers forced their way into my loose, unlubricated ass as I sucked strangers dicks, eagerly to fill my stomach. Three, four, five loads down my throat, coating my lips, hiccuped through my nostrils, running down my face as I cried and gagged from the largest of the bunch. And then a guy with no sense of manicuring plunged his large finger into my hole, tearing me open in a very painful way. I immediately reached back and grabbed his wrist. I pulled away from the faceless dick I had been so eagerly taunting with my tongue. I found Carlos in the crowd and I pressed my chest against his. "We need to go. He cut my ass." Carlos didn't hesitate to grab Allen and pull us through the crowd. Within seconds we were on the street through the crowd and he rushed to the car where he finally asked, "Do you need to go home?" "What? No. I just... His fingernails. He cut me. He cut my hole open with his fucking fingernails." Carlos held me close, "We can go to the Eagle and relax a bit. It won't be as crazy as things are here. Or we can go straight home. What do you need?" No one had ever asked me that before. What do I need? I considered my options. "What do you want, sir?" He didn't respond. We got in the car. He drove. Minutes later we were parking on the street and walking under the freeway to the Eagle. I stayed by Carlos' side the entire time. When our drinks emptied Allen went to fill them. I spied a hot otter across the patio and Carlos noticed. "Go get his number." He commanded. His name was Eric. We would text but he would be in a relationship until a year later when we met again in a different bar and wouldn't recognize each other behind our growing beards until we exchanged numbers again and realized we had already been texting. After several drinks and hours the sun was setting. My hole was healing. We needed to get on the road and across the bay. Carlos pulled off to a diner in Oakland. He and Allen had breakfast for dinner. Simple eggs and pancakes plates. I was young and hungry. I got a burger with chili. When we got back to Carlos' apartment we were on the sofa discussing the weekend. Somehow it came up that I had never been double penetrated. Carlos grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed. He layed down. He directed me to sit on his dick and Allen got behind me and fucked me. The initial stretch from one dick to two was the greatest part. My mouth agape, gasping as Allen tore my hole open in the best way. Eyes bulging, looking down at Carlos as he caressed my cheeks, "Good boy. Take it." Carlos came rather quickly and Allen kept fucking me like that even after Carlos slipped out of my hole. But as Allen fucked me Carlos was caressing my arms, thighs, and chest, kissing me tenderly. He knew what I needed. He knew I was his. The next morning Allen and I got on the road and returned to Sacramento. I would never see any of them again. Two weeks later I began converting. It was like having the flu, pneumonia, and food poisoning all at once. I lost 50lbs, developed glycemic issues that got so bad I would pass out and a couple times couldn't see through the whitening sparks in my eyes because I was so malnourished... because I couldn't keep anything in. And then, ten days before my 22nd birthday, just as I began to feel normal again, I received the diagnosis I was hoping for.

I agreed to finish telling the true story of my conversion when you converted. I guess I have to finally share the last part. It's not as eventful, but every story has it's end. And the end of this story is also the beginning of many others.

@justabitnastycub is next?

I wish you were mine.

What does that even mean? Do you realize that in ancient Rome small penises were desired, which explains a lot of artwork and sculptures. And if you're speaking biologically then you have no concept of sexual fitness. You've just outed yourself as an idiot and a size queen. Shut up and step aside already.

You begged for it and we gave it to you. Now we wait.

When you beg for my poz cum and become my toxic boy.

My nickname as a young tween was Sasquatch.