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Part 3 The Phone Lines Even though I was now an active barebacker, and by some standards a very active one at that, it still took a while for the bug chasing thing to firmly take hold. First encountered it the first time I discovered the Boston phone sex lines. I had been out on a date with a perfectly nice but boring man and when I got home all I could think of was finding some high octane sex with some nameless stranger of very dubious virtue. I picked up a local gay rag to see what time the porn theaters closed when I saw an ad a line called 550-PIGG. I only had a vague idea of how these lines worked, but I decided to give it a try. At first it was very hard to figure out how the system operated, but eventually I got the hang of it. And after a few hours, I finally did manage to find someone. Actually, I had a terrific time. I met this guy named Jimmy, only 21 years old but already an accomplished sex pig. He actually made his living running phone sex lines. We partied, he fucked me, I fucked him, he pissed down my throat, and basically a good time was had by all. However, as we were starting the next round his office called (by this time it was early morning) and he had to go. So naturally I went home and tried to find someone new, figuring the next hookup would be as easily arranged as the first. Little did I know I had lucked out and that finding guys on the phone lines cold be fraught with difficulties and frustration...but that's for another story. So I was trying to find another trick on the line while taking a bath. I ended up talking to this guy and while we were going through the obligatory question and answer session about our looks, locale, and sexual tastes he mentioned that he was poz and wanted to cum in me. And guess what, I said as nonchalantly as I could "Sure." I think he shot at that moment, because he suddenly hung up. Come to think of it, I came about a minute later just thinking of the consequences of that one little word. As my life on the phone lines progressed, I encountered more poz men looking to fuck. Generally this was wicked late at night, a time when people are generally more interested in jerking off and going to sleep than hooking up. But it was these conversations that enflamed my desire for dirty seed and I began more frequently looking for other sex pigs, knowing that some of them undoubtedly would be poz.

Part 2 Three Pigs in a Stall So I guess my fascination with poz loads began with CJ. However, it did not really come to the forefront until the early 1990s when Dave and I parted company. The entire breakup had been very messy and painful, exacerbated by the interference of a beautiful but sociopathic bear named Paul. It was during this period that I started going to the porn movies in Boston's once infamous Combat Zone on a regular basis. I actually came out at one of these places two weeks before my 19th birthday and went regularly throughout college, so this was not a new scene to me. But at that time I was in sore need of a place to escape and the porn theaters provided me with much needed refuge. The sleaziest and most fun of these was the Pilgrim Theater, a once notable burlesque house that had fallen on hard time. It was filthy, and in disrepair, drugs were freely trafficked there, and it was considered a cheap flop house by nearly every vagrant in Boston. It was also total pig sex palace where one could do and get done just about anything with anyone. And at $7 for all day admission, it was the best bang for the buck in town. I remember one day I actually played hooky from work to go to the Pilgrim. I was in one of the bathroom stall downstairs when this black guy comes in. I had played with him before maybe a year or two before. I had sucked him off in the auditorium then he took me downstairs to piss on me in front of the guys hanging out at urinals and in the door-less stalls. He recognized me, came in, unzipped and pulled out a very nicely sized uncut cock. I sucked him for a while and at one point I looked up and asked him to fuck me. He said he would fuck me for seven bucks (the price of admission). I had never paid before and though I was tempted, I also didn't have the cash on me. The Pilgrim was, after all, not a place where one wanted to be carrying large amounts of cash...or wear clean clothes for that matter. After a while, the guy decides he doesn't want to cum just yet and goes back to the auditorium. About a half hour later, the black guy returns with this short, dumpy, middle-aged troll in tow. They enter the stall next to me. After a time I peek through the hole in the partition and see the black guy is fucking the troll. Very brazenly, I pull up my pants half-way, get up, and ask them to join me in my stall. They agree and still connected at the genitalia, they moved over. At first I started sucking the troll's cheezy, little dick as he was getting fucked. While I was doing it he was telling me about all the times he had been gang banged in the theater. After a while the troll decides to suck me, so we exchanged places. Of course, the black guy now thinks its my turn to get fucked and begins entering me with his dick still funky from the troll's public utility of an ass. I was really dry and tight, be he had some Vaseline on him, considerately lubed me up, and finally pushed his way in. When the troll realized what was happening, he grabbed my head and shoved it into his lap. I began sucking his pecker again. Finally, he announces he is going to cum and I asked "In my mouth or up my ass?" Since my ass was occupied and I don't think he felt like interrupting the black guy, he shot his pig load into my mouth and, of course, I swallowed. The troll decides to leave (maybe his lunch hour was over) and the black guys begins fucking me in earnest. As he fucked faster and harder I do remember distinctly saying to him "Don't cum in me." However, I didn't say it loudly or with great conviction and he unloaded in me without even missing a stroke. I was a bit freaked, but when he pulled out of me and I saw that little dribble of cum leaking from his big, black cock, what little trepidation I had melted. Now I don't know if either of these guys were poz, but they certainly could have been. Nevertheless, this is the moment when I became a barebacker... even though I didn't even know the term yet...and not only a barebacker, but one with a fetish for getting fucked raw by fellow sex pigs. And you know what, it didn't particularly bother me. I felt that an issue had been settled and I could stop worrying about it.

The story below is the first part of "Sex Pig Diaries" which I have found in an email from a Yahoo Group which no longer exists. I didn't write this, but it is of a standard that deserves to be shared again. Enjoy!..... The story recounts my raw adventures with cum pigs and poz guys. Note that this is not a complete list, just some notable highlights. CJ: My First Poz Load The first poz load I took was way back in the mid-1980s. At that time AIDS was getting a lot of attention from the press, but unless you lived in NYC, San Francisco, or Los Angeles it was still a remote thing to most gay men. However, within the next year or two everything >would change. The guys name was CJ. He was a work friend and occasional fuck buddy of my lover at the time, David. I remember when I first met CJ I thought he was just the hottest thing I'd ever seen. He was good looking, well proportioned, sweet natured, had an ass like an inverted valentine, and... according to Dave...was totally humpy guy in bed. Actually, CJ was the human equivalent of a golden retriever, fun loving, always happy, and not too picky about what lap he jumped into. He was also my first bear chaser though the terms did not really exist then. So eventually CJ got around to me. I remember when he first kissed me, it felt like I was melting and I swear to God I felt my knees buckle. Now I had always enjoyed kissing, but it was not until that time that I realized the movie caliber kisses actually did exist. After that we played around a bit, but jealousy on my partner's part and envy on mine made it problematic. So I sort of dismissed CJ and filed him under the category "David's Friend" and didn't think much more of it. Then one Saturday day CJ called. Dave was at his photography class and was planning to meet CJ afterwards for some lunch. CJ wondered if I'd like to join them. I thought I really shouldn't given the tension CJ generally caused between Dave and myself, but it was one of those sparkling Spring days and I wanted to get out of the house. So CJ said he would drop by on his way to meet Dave. I didn't think much about the arrangement, that's until CJ showed up about half an hour early and basically jumped me. The first thing we did was make out like crazed teenagers. Again, this was movie stuff...hot and consuming...and at some point our clothes came off. Next think I know, CJ lifts my legs and is eating the beejesus out of my ass. This was new to me. I had eaten butt a number of times and quite liked it, but no one had ever rimmed me before. CJ suddenly stoped his ministrations and pressed his nice sized and uncut cock to my hole. I knew what was going to happen and I was a bit reluctant...not because any thoughts of AIDS, but because I was still ambivalent about getting fucked. It had happened a few times with my partner and some other guys and sometimes it was great and sometimes it was not. Well CJ slipped it into me and I discovered the wonders of getting fucked by an uncut cock. Thanks to his spit, foreskin, and a decent taper, he entered with little friction and for the first time I felt stuffed instead of in pain. I think I became a confirmed pig bottom at that moment, not that I don't top on occasion. It was simply amazing. It was so primal and when I felt and tasted the sweat pouring off of CJ my head went to that other place that only a good, sound fucking can take it. The next thing I know, CJ clamped his mouth onto mine, groaned under his breath, and unloaded in me. Well, we ended up meeting Dave only a few minutes late and proceeded to have a nice afternoon together. We ended up at a local mall and I remember walking around feeling slightly bow legged and CJs load gradually leak out of me. Still, when I got home a few hours later and used the can, I noted there was still quite a bit of cum in me. I guess it was about six months later that CJ discovered he was HIV positive. He told us because my partner was in the hospital and CJ was concerned it was because he infected him. Dave's problem was actually a heart valve infection and through the course of diagnosis it was discovered that he was still negative. However, I did need to get tested. I was petrified, but not because I thought CJ infected me or that I regretted what I did. I was going though a lot then with Dave's illness and I just remember feeling beleaguered by this new responsibility. And remember, this was when it took weeks to get test results back, so between that and Dave's illness and eventual open heart surgery I was sick with worry. I remember at one point taking one of Dave's valiums and sitting there and wondering "Ok, am I ever going to relax?" Turns out I am resistant to valium. Things eventually quieted down and even though CJ was poz, we both still played with him on occasion...though always safely. However, ever time CJ fucked me, part of me wanted him to remove that rubber and fuck me like he did on that brilliant Spring day. A few years later, I found out he probably would have when it was discovered he had barebacked a few acquaintances of ours. To this day, I don't know if he was trying to infect these people or just denying his own condition. Anyway, all turned out still negative. In fact, I know of no one ever CJ infected.

Travelodge Vauxhall Had so much sex there when I'm in London

As I have recently been fucked for the first time in over 20 years, what I really liked was the sensation of a wet hole, with white cream seeping out. I loved the smell. There is that physical sensation, but there is a psychological side. The guy who I sat on and made cum was almost 20 years my junior, had a fit body, and a lovely cock with black hair framing the base. I made him shoot quick too. I felt very satisfied that he wanted to give me his seed. I went to sleep with his cum in me...I felt whole. Having topped exclusively for a very long time, I experienced a very different view of a fuck.

Looking for raw fucks; poz or neg. I top but open to getting fucked if someone can make my arse relax enough to slide up me

I want to fuck him when I am next up in Glasgow

Thanks. I think you are right. I will find the right guy to do it.

I have been a total top for over 25 years now, but recently wanting to bottom, but I am too tight. One lad got half way up me, which felt great, but couldn't get further. I love topping but would also love a guy to fuck and shoot in me.

Kyle Martin is really hot

First of all I don't understand why you have stopped barebacking. You say you got into fucking raw as it felt so much better than using a condom. It is...there is no comparison. Wearing a condom again will always feel unnatural and less enjoyable. Is that what your life will be from now on? As to your fears, I also only top. Would love to bottom, as I did when a lot younger, but I tear too easily and it isn't worth the discomfort for me, but I love topping. I haven't tested for a while either. I used to test regularly, but I was always neg. Caught other things which were treatable. The last time I tested for HIV, I was in London and thought I might have it. I understand what gets into our heads. I decided to pay for a private test and the doctor was really good. I explained that I had unsafe sex and didn't know the status of some guys I had been with. She said, before the test, that the chances of me getting HIV as an active partner was very small indeed and the risk minimal. She put me very much at ease. Of course I had the test, and it was negative. I have relaxed about the subject since then. There is a risk of catching it as a top, but put things into perspective.

Not necessarily. There are lots of such videos online

I tend to watch different types of porn depending on my mood. I usually get hard though.

Very hot session

Was planning to go to cumunion in London yesterday but chatted to a guy online who couldn't meet before 2pm, so thought can go later as it was on till 7pm. This lean guy came to my hotel; turns out he was from South Korea. His hole was amazing. Perfect slightly puffed out ring and fucked him for an hour. As my cock was rock hard, I massaged his ring with the head of my dick slowly for a bit, which he loved. Fucked him in lots of different positions, but the best was on his back on the bed with me penetrating him standing and holding his feet, which I massaged as I fucked. It just felt so incredibly good. I should have gone to cumunion then but was contacted by another guy, who seemed fit. Nice photo. Took an Uber and arrived at flats. Guy was really hot looking, originally from Somalia, but he was a crap fuck and I gave up after ten minutes. Sometimes a fuck doesn't work out and, to be honest, I was tired. Think he was too drugged up. Too late for cumunion, but the first fuck was worth missing it for.

Unfortunately with Brexit we will lose all our rights in the other EU countries.

Great writing and memories. Keep them coming.

Tommy Haine was really hot.

There are too many Brit videos with condoms or, if bareback, not really very erotic.

Anyone going? I hope to attend.

As someone who like to rim before sliding in, I'd rather not have the taste of lube in my mouth.