evilqueerpig

As I said in my earlier reply, I was told 'sexy comes in all shapes, sizes, colors and ages' but the same can be said for jerks. In various other threads, I've talked about my dear friend with benefits, a sweet, sexy black man but I feel the need to elaborate. We chatted online for a few weeks until we finally agreed to meet. Our first kiss lasted 10 minutes and it was more passionate than any kiss I'd ever experienced. That passion extended to the bedroom. (I need to provide some background which will become pertinent later. At the time, I was still with the man who would become my ex, a sexual racist, he had friends of all races, but only had sex with white men and only if they were circumcised. That should have been a red flag, but I digress. We were both too slutty for monogamy, so we entered into an open relationship, never playing as a couple and never in our own bed. As the years went by, I evolved and embraced my piggy/kinky side while he remained 100% vanilla. I'd return from playing, smelling of cum, piss and ass. He'd complain and I told him if he didn't like it, he could sleep on the sofa. Our sex life dwindled and in our 8th year it stopped altogether and he was just a body in bed.) This was when I met the sweet, sexy black man. After our first time, we progressed to fuckbuds and eventually friends with benefits, meeting regularly and establishing a deep emotional connection. In my 10th year with the ex, he did something that betrayed my trust. Not a violent man, I yelled at him and suggested he visit his parents for the weekend. Once he'd left, I knew it was over. I called my sweet, sexy friend and just giving him a general idea of the breakup, he said he was free, so I told him to pack a bag and I'd be driving him to my place for the weekend. We spent the entire weekend fucking the stench of my ex out of the bed and sleeping with him brought us even closer, only leaving our bed for meals and dumps. Circumstances never aligned for it, but I truly believe we could've become lovers.

I hot fucked by a guy who had a POZ tat, with the O being biohazard and he also had the radioactive symbol.

I think that's Snidely Whiplash.

SO NASTY....and I mean that as high praise.

I make it clear from the outset, "If it ain't bareback, it ain't fuckin and it ain't happenin!"

I knew I was QUEER when I was 5, but I was 17 when I woke up one morning and the time had come. Too young for a bar, I took 20 buses to the local QUEER/nude beach. He came out of the water and I wanted him, instantly. Noticing my blatant staring, he walked over to my blanket with the pretext of bumming a smoke. I invited him to join me on my blanket. We chatted, during which time, I admi to being a virgin and he agreed to be my first. He took me to his place and we swapped blowjobs...swallowing was no issue, since I'd been eating my own cum after I started masturbating. Stressing the importance of a clean hole. he produced 2 enemas. Once we were clean he lifted my legs and rimmed me and curious bout the taste of ass, we kissed. FUCK , it was delicious! Lubing his cock and my ass, he entered me slowly and with great patience and gentleness. There was no pain, only mild discomfort during the initial penetration and by the time his 7" cock was balls deep, it was pure ecstatic pleasure. As this was 1977, it was bareback. We kissed while we fucked and he was into the hilt when he came, every spasm giving my ass pure bliss. I sucked his cock clean and he said it was my turn. Lifting his legs, I spread his furry butt cheeks and buried my face. He tasted masculine, musky and we shared his taste in deep kisses. Lubing his ass and my cock, I aimed for his hole and there was little resistance as I slid in, his ass seeming to draw my cock in. His ass was tight, wet and warm and we developed our own rhythm. I practically screamed when I came and he asked me to stay in his ass until my cock went soft. Like me, he licked my cock clean and we kissed. Before we left his place to get me home, he told me he wanted to see me again and so began our 3 month fling. culminating on my 18th birthday when he told me it was time to try my wings and suggested I explore the tubs. Because my first experience was wonderfully magical, I've regretted not starting earlier. That first day he imparted a bit of wisdom. 'sexy comes in all shapes, sizes, colors and ages.' I still live by those words. Gino, if you're here and reading this , I'll never forget you and you have my eternal gratitude.

Back in my younger days, the baths were my second home. I had quite a few regulars.

Update, stopped meds 3 years ago, so likely back to full blown AIDS. My attitude is, ' I have AIDS, but it doesn't have me.

To the op....we're all different, with different points off view. different wants, fantasies, needs. Granted, not everyone here is my cup of tea, but I find this a wonderful site and there are those here who challenge me. My advice is to view profiles and interact with men who interest you. I'm bold so I tend to take the initiative. If you make the most ofwhat you enjoy here, you'll no longer be over this site.

Being of the generation before hiv/aids, bareback was the norm and by my own choice, it's all I've ever known. Like having your first fuck, it'll best with someone you trust and you're comfortable with. If you enjoy the man, you'll enjoy the fuck. Best of luck and keep us posted.

I only use condoms to blow clouds into...so they do serve an economical purpose!

I'm vers and SLUTTY, but there are times when I get into a headspace where I crave cock and cum, no matter age or race. What matters is my mouth doing one of the things it does best, giving a wet, sloppy blowjob and getting a cummy reward and I won't stop with one cock, keep going until my jaws ache and/or my belly is full. I've never been called a 'lousy cocksucker...I'm anm expert cocksucker and I've never sucked a lousy cock!' Judge me if you want to but when your balls are slapping my chin, you'll change your tune!

I simply let my rule be known "If it ain't bareback, it ain't fuckin...and it ain't happenin!"

When it comes to pozsex, Owen has 20/20 vision.

You still got it....also you got the dick/load to prove it!

Let me start by telling you about the man I did my first slam. I met B on the old gay.com. After a few weeks of private chats and finally a phone call, we made plans to meet at my place. Our first meeting was wonderful, we both did a bit of coke and doing it with B made it better than ever. We became immediate fuckbuds since we both ere too slutty for monogamy and we got together on a regular basis. Maybe 2 months later, B told me his dealer gave him a sample of T and he wanted to do it with me. Naturally, I agreed and that first time, we smoked and put shards in each other's butts. B was a world class kisser with a talented mouth and we made out for close to half an hour until it kicked in. Sex with B was always magical because we were so in sync with each other. When I dropped B at his place, we agreed tom make T a permanent part of our sessions. The night before we were to get together again, B told me he'd tried a slam and the rush was intense. Before he could even ask, I agreed to slam with him. He'd also bring pills to counter T dick. That night, he'd prepared everything we needed in a shaving kit, points loaded with 0.2, alcohol preps and tourniquets. I was nearly lost in his sexy brown eyes as he tied off my arm, swiped my vein with an alcohol wipe and inserted the point, which I barely felt. B told me to look and I saw the flash of blood. Pushing the plunger, the met entered my bloodstream and he removed the tourniquet. My ears started ringing and I coughed while B did his own slam. FUCK, the rush was indescribable. When B removed the point from his arm, I licked the blood from his slam site, before thrusting my tongue up his sexy, yummy ass and after his rush hit, he fingered my ass. We flip fucked, B passionately making love to my ass, cumming deep in me and then, I returned the favor. As time went on, we gradually increased the amount of meth we used, and with both of us being pisspigs, chempiss would give us an added buzz. If circumstances had ever been in our favor, I'm sure B would've been my lover. He passed away 13 years ago, but I'm left with vivid cherished memories.

The PIG comes out!

HOT

one word....MORE!

Like where this is going.

I'm expecting your butt to be spread soon!