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This is a continuation of this story which you probably want to read first: When Jim parked in front of my house, the reality of the situation finally hit me; I was about to confront my dad about his sexuality. I had never done anything like this in my life so far and I had no idea what I was going to say or how he was going to react. Jim must have known what I was thinking because he was looking at me and trying to find the right words himself. “Look, kid, just talk to your dad. No matter how “experienced” he is, this is all as new to him as it was to you when we went up to the campgrounds a few days ago.” Weird to think that, but I doubt that my dad had been out chasing POZ loads while I was away. “When he talked to me in Pulman’s a while back, he was happy because he knew that he could count on me to be his friend, regardless of the situation. He needs to know the same thing from you now. That’s all.” He was right. Jim had been there for me, and yeah, my dad too, had been there for me in hard times, but now I need to be there for him. “You’re right. Thanks, Jim.” I said, finally feeling a little more evened out. “But… what about the POZ thing?” “You mean about us fucking POZ loads into you like the rapture was going to happen tomorrow?” I laughed a bit at that and nodded. “I have a feeling that your dad may know more about that than you may think. He’s not a stupid man, Aaron; I told him I was POZ at the bar, and he knows your gay. Those two things don’t necessarily mean that we’d knock up his kid the second we had him alone, but I’m sure that he knows that it was a possibility.” I was still a bit concerned, and I think Jim knew it, “one thing at a time though, kid. He doesn’t need to know that immediately, but it probably is something that you’re going to have to eventually tell him. If you want me there when you do, I can be there. You know where to find me.” I was able to see his house just down the road from our driveway. “Now that I know about him, would you sleep with my dad if he asked you? Technically you wouldn’t be sneaking around with him.” Jim seemed to think about it for a second. “Hmm. Your dad is a hot DILF, but I’d only do it, or him, if you were comfortable with the idea. Would it bother you?” I didn’t even have to think about it; the thought of Jim and my dad’s bodies tangled in a ball of hardcore man sex was incredibly hot to me. “Not at all. It’d probably be really hot to see actually,” I said coyly. “Oh god, I’ve made you into a complete deviant,” Jim said with a smile on his face. “And proud to be one,” I said. “Come here,” Jim said before leaning and kissing me. When we broke our kiss, he cupped my face, “now go on, boy. You’re other dad’s waiting for you.” He said, nearly growling. I finally got out of his car and waved bye as he backed out of our driveway. Just as he was pulling into his own driveway, I was heading inside with my bags from the camping trip. Thinking about it now, every square inch of my sleeping bag was probably drenched in cum. When I got to my room, which was on the other side of the house from my dad’s room, I unfolded it and inspected it a little closer than I had cared to do at the campground. Sure enough, there were cum stains all over the lining of it. I wondered if any of it was Quin’s. He gave me a number and I told him that I would find him on Facebook as soon as I got home which I did as soon as I rolled my sleeping bag back up. I hadn’t even unpacked my other bags when I noticed that he had already accepted my friend request. I smiled at that. That’s when I heard it; a moan. It was faint, but I had heard enough men moaning over the last couple of days to be able to pick up on it. I took off my shoes and slowly and silently made my way over to my dad’s room. Sure enough, there was my dad’s ass flexing as he fucked a man in his bed. His glutes were huge and were working overtime as he began to jackrabbit the man’s ass with his cock. The man seemed to let all pretense of subtlety go and began moaning loudly. I remembered the dream I had while we were camping; my dad was fucking me and commanding me to call him daddy. Actually seeing my dad fucking was even hotter than my mind could have ever let me dream. “You want my load?” My dad growled at the man he was fucking. “Fuck yeah, Shane! Shoot that fucking load up my cunt!” The man growled back. Then my dad’s ass contracted as he pushed his cock in all the way in the man’s ass and started to fill him with my family’s seed. Then my dad collapsed on the guy and started to make out with him. That was my queue to get back to my room. When I closed my door, I noticed that I was rock hard, so I immediately pulled my shorts down and began to jack off. The sight of my dad’s ass as he plowed a guy and the way his balls and taint pulsed as he delivered his load flashed through my eyes and had me cumming in my other hand in seconds. Without thinking about it, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked up the splooge. I wondered if it was positive cum as it ran down my throat and the thought nearly got my quickly softening cock back up to full attention. It had only been a few hours since someone had fucked me but I already missed having a cock up my ass. Just as I was coming down my post-climax high, I heard steps on the tile floor of the entryway and then the sound of the front door opening and closing. I could hear my dad tell the man he was with “bye.” Before too long, I heard him heading towards my room and I noticed that I still had my shorts down around my ankles. I tried to pull them up in time, but before I could get them passed my knees, I heard my dad open the door behind me. “Whoah!” We both said, nearly in unison. I looked behind me just as I saw him comically avert his gaze, though maybe taking half a second longer than most fathers would have I noticed. My hole and balls were completely exposed to him for that brief second. “Umm, welcome home, son.” “Yeah, hi, dad. Sorry,” I buttoned up my shorts and zipped up my fly, “I was just getting dressed.” “Oh, well yeah, sorry. I should have knocked, but I wasn’t 100% sure that you were here at all, just thought I heard something over here.” I wondered if I had moaned when I came, but I couldn’t seem to remember. He went in to hug me and for the brief second that we were pressed together, I noticed that we were both chubbed still. And on top of that, I guess I didn’t get all of my cum off of my hand so when I wrapped my arm around him, I left a small streak of cum on the back of the shirt that he was wearing. I saw it when he turned around to leave and I nearly burst out laughing. “I’ll start dinner,” he said as he made his way to the kitchen. With that, my internal laughing fit stopped. I knew that that would probably be the best time to talk to him. I passed the time by texting Jim what happened, or more what I saw. Jim: Damn, that’s hot, kiddo. Me: Yeah, he was really giving it to the guy. I had to knock one out myself when I got back to my room. Don’t think they saw me, though. Jim: My little [banned word]! I’ve trained you well! Me: I’m going to talk to him tonight at dinner. Jim: You ready for that? Me: Yeah, I think I am. I’m more nervous about the POZ thing… and if he noticed the cum I left on his shirt when he came in for a hug. Jim: What?! I’m going to have to give you a spanking next time I see you for that! Jim: Cum goes in asses and mouths! Not on clothing! Me: lol Maybe by the time I see you I’ll have been bad some more 😉 Just then, my dad called me for dinner and I knew that it was showtime. I changed into something a bit more comfortable, a tank and some basketball shorts with some torn up underwear that I desperately need to retire underneath. After a few days of camping and small meals, the meal before me looked like a feast; baked chicken, salads, and green beans. As we ate, I told him about all the hiking that Jim, Henry, and I did (leaving out the hardcore sex.) I even told him that I even found a boyfriend out there. He lit up when I described Quin and said that he couldn’t wait to meet him. That’s when I decided to bring it up. “So… who was the guy you were with earlier?” He coughed and nearly choked on the chicken that he had in his mouth. For what felt like a solid minute, he didn’t say anything; he just stared at the food on his plate. I could practically hear the gears in his head spinning at a million miles per hour, trying to think of what to say. “Jim told me about running into you at the Pulman,” I said as calmly as possible. His eyes seemed to get even wider and still continued to say nothing. “Dad?” “How… how much did you see earlier?” “Well, I didn’t get to see all of it, but enough to see and hear you dumping a load into the guy you were with.” That was probably a bit too blunt. He blushed brighter than I had ever seen him blush. Our kitchen table was pretty small, so I reached over and put my hand on his arm to get his attention. He finally looked up into my eyes. “Hey, it’s ok. There’s nothing to scared about here.” “I’m not scared… just embarrassed, I guess. I didn’t want you to have to find out this way.” “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, dad. It’s just who you are just like I am the way I am. You’ve always loved me, and something like this wouldn’t stop me from loving you.” “I’m guessing Jim told you about how everything started with your mom, right?” “Yeah, he did.” “That’s more that I’m embarrassed about; the fact that I couldn’t keep her… well… satisfied….” “That’s not your fault. Mom had her own kinks, and evidently, so did you. There’s no shame in someone exploring their kinks. Maybe all the arguing could have been avoided if both of you had been willing to talk about your kinks and sexualities a little more openly, but, in the end, what happened happened. But answer this for me: Ever since you’ve gotten to explore this side to yourself more freely, would you say that you feel… I don’t know… a bit more liberated? Free?” “Actually, yeah. Except when I had to lie to you.” “I would say that “you didn’t have to lie to me,” but I remember being where you were.” “I always felt that I was different when I was growing up, but everyone around me was so damn straight that even though I may have thought about kissing one of the other boys I was friends with growing up, I ended up idealizing them and wanting to do what they did, like fuck girls. Oops.” My dad rarely cursed around me so he blanched again at his swear. “Ok, let’s get this out of the way: Cock, dick, balls, scrotum, ass, cum, jizz, fuck, shit, cunt, pussy, taint,” I said while looking directly at my dad, “I just saw you seed a guy’s ass while he begged for you to fill his “cunt,” you’re not really going to shock me, dad. Especially at the week I just had.” He laughed before he caught what I said at the end. Oh shit. “What do you mean by that? What else happened on the trip?” “Well,” it was my turn to squirm and squirm I did; I tried to avoid eye contact, and he could tell that I was trying to think of a billion different things to talk about. He just sat there and waited for me to answer. “Well, since I turned 18, I asked Jim to… well… take my virginity.” I mumbled that last part out. “What? Really?” “Yeah. We spent the first day or so just us, going at it like crazy, and then Henry arrived and he joined in too. And then I met Quin, and I’m pretty sure I took his virginity.” “They didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do, did they?” My dad asked me with a super serious look on his face. I had kind of expected this; I was an 18-year-old kid that just admitted to being fucked “like crazy” by his way older neighbors. “No, Jim nor Henry would ever do anything like that. They both had been there for me so much when you and mom were fighting that it felt right for it to be them. They’re both good men, dad,” his expression softened. “Yeah, they are. And I’m sorry that we kinda ignored you a lot when we were fighting all the time. That wasn’t right of us to do. There’s no excuse for it,” he said before a guarded look came across his face again, “Wait, aren’t Jim and Henry HIV positive?” “Yeah, they are.” “Did they use condoms?” And here was the other topic that I knew was going to be a tough one to get through. “No,” his eyes immediately shot open wide just like they did when I told him that I had seen him plowing a man earlier, “the year before I had spied on Henry fucking Jim in the camp showers. Just as Henry was about to cum, I heard Jim beg for him to infect him, to fill him full of POZ cum.” As I continued, my dad only looked more and more confused, “We had talked earlier that night, and I couldn’t understand in the slightest why Jim was trying to get infected, but when I saw them at that moment, I understood; they were forming a connection that could never be broken or severed. They were putting so much trust in each other to be there for the other that they were willing to face this scary thing, a disease, together. I wanted that bond, and I wanted it with them.” “That sounds insane, son. What were you-“ “Jim told me that the night he saw you in Pulman’s that you wanted to go back to his place even after he told you he was POZ. What did YOU think was going to happen?” “We would’ve used condoms.” “And if they would have said that they didn’t want to use condoms?” “They didn’t try to trick you into not using condoms, did they?” “No, but what would you have done that night if you went over and they didn’t want to use condoms? Would you have just left? Unfucked?” “Well, I-“ he interrupted himself, “I don’t fucking know anymore.” Which I knew was parent-speak for “of course I would but I’m not going to flat out admit it to you.” “Dad, I’m going to tell you something that I learned while camping and that maybe you need to hear; slut isn’t a bad word, and I’m proud to be one. I like having a cock up my ass. I love being a cumdump and, yeah, I also like fucking a load up an ass too. There’s nothing wrong with that. That’s who I am and I’m not going to apologize for it. I’m a faggot and I love being one. I know you like fucking too and there’s nothing wrong with that. We’re [banned word],” I got up from my chair and walked over to his chair and stood next to him, staring down into this eyes with my cock tenting through my tattered underwear and shorts, “we’re degenerates,” I grabbed his hand and placed it on my hard cock, his eyes went wide again before slowly starting to relax into the sleepy-eyed gaze that all horny men get when one head switches over its thinking power to the other head, “and we’re only as sick as we think we are,” I said before leaning down and kissing my dad on the lips. After the initial jolt of shock I felt run through him, he eased into the kiss and opened his mouth for my tongue’s invasion. His hand began to squeeze on my cock and I moaned into his mouth. I couldn’t’ believe I was actually doing this yet at the same time, it felt so hot and so right. He quickly stood up, not breaking our kiss as he towered over me. He was taller than Jim or Henry, so he was a bit more intimidating in more than one way. He grabbed me into an embrace and I felt his rock hard cock press against my stomach as he pressed our bodies together. He was big, VERY big. I realized at that moment that I had never gotten a good look at my dad’s dick before. Even earlier, I only saw his balls as he rammed the guy he was with. He pulled away from our kiss and took off his shirt and I pulled off my tank and my shorts so that I was only standing there in my tattered, gray briefs. As soon as I looked back up and saw his big, juicy pecs I nearly dove for them and began to suck and knead them. He moaned and held the back of my head to his nipple as I sucked on his right one. I felt his dick pulse as I applied pressure and began to suck harder. “Fuuuuccckk, son! This is soooo fucking wrong, but I don’t give a fucking shit right now!” He moaned. My dad pressed his dick harder against my chest, “But you're getting this fucking cock now. Because you fucking know what?” He asked before pulling me back off his nipple, “I AM a fucking degenerate, son. I breed men and I can feel my cock wanting to breed you, my own boy.” “Fuck, we’re so fucking twisted, dad.” “Yeah, we really fucking are, son. And while I don’t agree with your choice to take raw POZ cock, I understand why you did it.” I found it so weird that he said that since I remember thinking the exact same thing the night that I caught Henry and Jim going at it in the shower. “Now, pull down my shorts and suck on the cock that made you, boy.” I didn’t hesitate, I pulled down his shorts and saw the huge outline waiting for me underneath his white, Calvin Klein boxer briefs. It was easily 10” long, maybe even 11” and I could tell that he wasn’t even fully hard yet. I sucked it through the fabric of his underwear as his precum began to soak through and I got the first taste of the jizz that was responsible for me being here. I pulled his underwear down and his cock nearly slapped me in the face. “Damn, that’s an insanely use cock you have there, dad.” “Thanks, boy! Now suck daddy’s cock!” I did as I was instructed and put the head of his cock in my mouth. I knew there was going to be no way that I was going to be able to get the whole thing down my throat, but I was damn sure going to try. I only got about 4” down on his cock when I nearly gagged the first time. “Damn boy, that’s not bad for only having sucked dick for about a week. But I think we can get more, right?” He said coaxingly. I kept bobbing on his cock until I felt ready to go further again. This time I got a good 6” down my throat before I had to stop, but I didn’t pull it out. “Damn, I raised a great little cock sucker, didn’t I?” The thought that this was the guy that blanched up at the idea of saying “fuck” in front of me not even ten minutes ago nearly made me laugh with his cock down my throat. Instead, I pushed harder and got a whole 1.5” more. I Had 7.5” inches of my dad’s cock down my throat and I loved the feeling of it nearly choking me as he moaned and looked down in awe. “Fuck, son, that’s deeper than your mom could ever take! God Damn!” I couldn’t bob up and down on his cock that deep but I was taking a lot of it in over and over when he pulled me back and told me to stop. “Damn, if you keep going, you’re going to make me cum down your throat, boy.” “But I want you to cum, dad.” “Trust me, I do too,” he said before pulling me up, “But this cum is going in that ass.” He pressed me against the table and didn’t pull down my tattered briefs, but tore them right off, leaving the tattered remains of the waistband as the only stitch of clothing I had on my body. My cock flopped out and bounced in between my legs. I felt his huge cock press against my hole and begin to slide up and down my ass crack. He spit on his cock and began to smear his saliva around my puckered hole. “Fuck me, dad! Fuck your boy!” I moaned and pleaded. “Does my little faggot boy want a big cock up his tight, little asshole?” “Yes, dad, please fuck my faggot ass and breed me!” “Even if I don’t have HIV like the neighbors that just got done using you?” He said while continuing to tease my hole with his huge cock. “You still want some of this incest seed?” “Yes, I’ll never refuse your seed, dad.” “That’s a good fucking boy!” He growled in my ear before slowly shoving the head of his enormous cock into my teenage body. I yelped with the pain that his size caused, but at the same time, I wanted him to push that monster as deep into me as he possibly could. I couldn’t help it though and I hissed in pain, “You’re doing good, boy. Keep taking it. It’s going to hurt at first, but don’t fight it.” “I’m trying to, dad, but that cock is so fucking big.” “Do you want me to stop?” “Fuck no, shove that thing into me, dad, please! Fuck my slutty, faggot ass!” He didn’t stop but continued to slowly push his cock up my ass until I felt him hit something that felt like a wall inside my ass. I thought that he wouldn’t be able to go any further until he took a small pause and then jammed his cock all the way to the hilt, and I felt something like a POP inside of my ass. “Fuck! What was that? I thought you wouldn’t be able to go in all the way.” “That was probably your second sphincter. I didn’t know we had one until the guys I fucked told me that I usually breach it in them.” “Fuck, that’s so hot.” “How’s it feels to have your old man’s cock all the way inside you, Aaron.” “Fucking amazing. I thought Jim and Henry were big, but you’re way bigger.” “I’ll have to invite them over some time and give them a Thank You fuck for popping my little boy’s cherry,” dad said before starting his assault on my ass. He never went too fast or harsh, or at least not as fast and harsh as I saw him being with the guy he was with earlier, but he still gave me a good fuck against the kitchen table. As he pounded away at my insides, he would constantly keep hitting my prostate, causing me to cry out in pleasure. “Yeah! You’re taking your old man’s cock like a pro, Aaron! Those guys must have really gone to town on your ass all week.” “Yeah, they did! I was begging for their loads all the time and I even got double penetrated before we left.” “Really? That’s my fucking boy!” he said as he slowly picked up his pace. I couldn’t believe it, but it felt like his cock was getting larger inside my ass and stretching me out more. I knew he was getting close. “I’m going to fill that pussy, boy! You ready for my load, Aaron? You ready to have your dad’s cum in you? The cum that fucking made you?” “Fuck yeah, dad. Fill my slutty ass with your cum!” I moaned before he slammed hard into my ass, definitely breaching my second sphincter and filling me with his neg cum, his family jizz soaking into the wall of his son’s rectum. “God damn, that was hot as fuck, son!” He nearly screamed as he began to come down off his post-sex high. “Yeah, it was.” “You know I love you, right boy?” “Yeah, I know, dad.” “But from here on out, until you go to school, if I want that ass, I’m going to get it, got it?” “Yes, sir! What if I become HIV positive, though? Will you still want my ass?” “Of course, son. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Tomorrow I’ll run down to the drug store, and I’ll get a few home tests that you can use over the next couple weeks. But for now, just know that I have this ass on top.” I felt his cock twitch inside me, probably jutting out the last shot of his little swimmers into my hole. “Think I can sleep with you tonight?” “My bed’s always open, son.” He said as he pulled his huge cock out of my ass. Much like the first time Jim fucked me, I felt completely empty as soon as he pulled out, a void of space in my body that I never knew was there. My dad looked down at himself and at me, “now let’s go take a shower first before we stink of my sheets with all of this man-sex sweat.” I followed him to his shower and we both hoped in. Of course, he fucked me again under the scorching rain of the hot water and bred me against the tiled wall as I moaned for my father’s load. After that, we were both so spent that almost as soon as we lay down in bed, we both passed out. I did wake up in the middle of the night to find my dad’s arms wrapped around me and his big cock resting between my ass cheeks. I was too tired to do anything about it though and just drifted off to sleep with the feeling of my dad’s cock flesh up against my exposed and cum-filled hole. To be continued….
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This summer has been a bit of a surprise for me in a few ways. I had not expected that I would end up leaning into a new monogamous relationship, when I met my future partner mid-July on BBRT; I had only hoped for good sex. Instead, I would fantastic sex and an amazing connection, something that survived a trip away and that grew only stronger on my return. Monogamy feels right for us. For me, at least, I do not regret my past; I had fun, I have had a lot of fun recently in the past few, including some uninhibited sex in my first months on PrEP. I am glad I have, not least since that was what put me on the track to meeting my partner. I think my partner is of the same opinion. That was then, though. Right now I have him, and that is more than enough. Regular sex with a hugely hung and skilled vers top who cares about me is all I want and need. We can do anything together, and we are on track to do more. Our water sports together are fun, and his big dick/small hand bodes well for fisting, for instance. Monogamy as socially imposed is a bad idea. Monogamy as a choice willingly entered into, as a way to continue exploring someone you love, can be a good idea. We know we who are, what we have done, and what we want to do together, and that is more than enough for us. What about other people here? What are your experiences?
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So I'm hitting that stage now where I'm wanting to get into a long term relationship and build something up rather than dodging love in favour of work and quick sex. The issue is that I'd want it to be an open relationship with my partner actively whoring me out and us throwing breeding parties. Not really polyamory in the love sense, just us having sex with lots of outer people. For those in the community that have these kind of relationships, are they rare? How do they work? Are there problems with jealousy or such? I just wonder if it's better to try and meet someone and go into a relationship fully knowing what you want rather than being purely monogamous and opening up to the cumdump stuff later. I'd love to hear your takes on this.
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This is part 1 of a new series. The first part contains no sex and is a setup for more to come. I promise that the lack of sex in this part will be heavily compensated for in parts to come. For now, enjoy reading 🙂 -- Part 1 Growing up, it was just my dad (Baxter Sloan), me (Joseph Sloan) and my older brother (Samuel Sloan). Mom left soon after I was born to marry some rich guy who loved her but didn't want the add-on baggage of 2 kids. So, the responsibility to raise me and my brother fell on my dad, who did the best he could to provide for us. My dad was only 21 when Sam was born and being a young single dad, he was a very involved parent. From a young age, I was an exemplary student. By the time I was 12, I was already in high school and graduated at 15 as a valedictorian. I started college soon after and graduated at 19 with a degree in software engineering with minors in business and statistics. While in my senior year, I started working on a project which became a business when I graduated. After expanding my business over the next few years, I finally sold it when I was 25 for a 9 figure number. Needless to say, I was set for life at this point. But after selling my company, I started experiencing a slump. Success, while wonderful, can also lead you to wonder if there's more than just money and power. Don't get me wrong, it's great to have both but having tasted both, I needed more. In some ways, I was experiencing a pre-midlife crisis at 25 which led me to make the decision that would change everything. I decided to head home to see my family whom I hadn't seen in over 5 years. -- When I left for college, I'd make it a point to come home twice a year to visit dad and Sam. In my senior year, the workload from school and my project prevented me from traveling home and after graduation, the singular focus to make my business work made me ignore my family. We'd still talk but I was distant and more engrossed with my work than listening to dad talk about small town life and his business. I figured as long as I sent nice gifts on Christmas, things would be all right. Before you judge me, you should know that I had a reason to be distant with my family. When I was 15 I came out to my dad who didn't take it very well. He didn't say anything much and kept his distance. I did it a few days before I left for junior year to avoid any awkwardness but his response to it really drove a wedge between us. My brother was cool with it, which was my only respite. Over the last 2 years I had spoken to dad twice and Sam a couple of times, so things weren't exactly very familial between us. Going home after all this time was going to be awkward but I needed to do this. I had nothing going on for me and I figured being home for sometime would give me perspective on my next steps and it'd be nice to go back to my hometown after over a decade away. -- When my flight landed at the airport, I wasn't expecting Sam to be there waiting for me. A little background on Sam- I had last seen him 5 years ago. At the time he was a lean toned guy, working in my dad's plumbing business and looking like every small-town dude who enjoyed the relaxed life and to whom the world at large started and ended within the confines of the town. He was smart too but he didn't put in the effort at school and was happy to start working for dad when he graduated. Not that dad was complaining. I think dad was happy to have one kid at home, even if he would never admit it. They were extremely similar too, which was why dad and Sam had a stronger bond than me and dad. The Sam standing in front of me outside the airport looked nothing like the Sam I remembered. This Sam was a beast. At 6'0, he was approximately 220 pounds of muscle. Wide chest, thick arms and legs, a thick neck and a buzzcut, gave him the appearance of someone you didn't want to fuck with. In just a t-shirt and shorts, both a size too tight for his frame, he was a walking wet dream. The second he saw me, he rushed over and gave me a giant bear hug. Almost lifting me off my feet, he pulled me in for a long hug while rubbing my back. When he finally let me go, his hand slipped down a little and grazed against my butt. "Holy fuck Sam, you look so different man," I exclaimed, finding it harder to not stare and drool at him. "Hahaha, yeah been a while you've seen me little bro. Looks good doesn't it," saying this, he flexed his left arm at me. I'm not sure how his sleeves didn't just rip off but they looked awfully close to, judging by the bulk of his bicep and tricep. Not wanting to stare and freak him out, I nudged him playfully and asked him where he was parked. In 10 minutes, we were on our way to the farm. The drive to our farm would take a little over 2 hours. Once we hit the road, we started catching up with each other. Sam asked me a lot of questions about my work and my life, revealing very little of his own. While we were chatting, I finally took a good look at my brother and started to observe some interesting things. At first glance, it wasn't obvious but through the confines of his shirt, I could make out his large nipples. I wasn't sure but they looked pierced, based on the tiny lumps on either side of each nipple. Tattoos filled every part of the exposed skin on his arms, leading up to his neck and sliding inwards towards his chest. A padlock chain on his collar with an actual lock, hung from his neck. Without being obvious, I took a sneak peek at his crotch and holy fuck, was that thing massively bulging. Whether this was natural or a sock stuffed in, it was hard to say but it sure was impressive. It was so weird how turned on I was by my big brother. I needed to keep it in check but his very presence was making it very difficult. "So how's dad? Has been a while since I last saw him?" I asked, changing the subject. I needed a distraction and this was the best and only way to do so. "Dad's great. He's so psyched to see you. Keeps telling everyone about you coming home." That made me feel guilty. All this time, I thought he wasn't particularly happy about me so to find out how happy he was to see me again did made me feel bad about ignoring him. "Hey, you okay dude?" my brother asked, observing the guilt on my face. "Yeah its fine. Just...never mind." An awkward silence followed us for the next hour of driving until we finally pulled up to our house. The house that I remembered from last time was not the house I came back to. For one thing, there was now an actual 7 feet wall surrounding the place with an electronic gate. The rusty beaten down path leading from the road to the house had been replaced with an actual functional driveway. The house itself had been freshly painted and possibly renovated, making it look actually nice and kinda classy (given the surroundings). "Whoa, what happened to the Sloan pad?" I asked in disbelief to a visibly grinning Sam. "A lot has changed Joe, you'll see for yourself," he remarked. While we were pulling out my stuff from the car, the front door opened and out walked my dad. If the changed Sam had been a surprise, my dad was a shock. 5 years ago, my dad was a lean 6'4 guy with a clean shaved face and a cap on his head at all times. The man in front of me looked nothing like the man I remembered. He had ballooned up to become a muscle daddy. His body was absolutely massive with everything as wide as it could be. He had a bit of a muscle gut but it suited him. What was more shocking was the way he was dressed up. Gone were the flannel shirts and denims. In front of me was a man wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless vest, with the front completely open. On his chest were 2 very visibly protruding nipple piercings that had caused them to puff out obscenely. My dad was an extremely hirsute guy (always has been) but I could make out some tattoos on his skin as well. "There's my boy," dad rumbled and practically jumped over to where I was standing. He grabbed me in a hug and lifted me off the ground, smashing our chests together. His grip was tight enough to cause my lean muscular body to be absorbed into his bulk, smushing every part of us together. I was impressed, given that I take after my dad and stand at 6'2, which he easily lifted like I was paper. While we were hugging, I could smell the strong smell of sweat, beer and smoke on him, making me a little horny. I had to fight every instinct to not get aroused in front of dad, but it wasn't easy. "Hey dad, long time no see," I said as he let me go and dropped me to the ground. Without responding, dad hugged me again, only this time he sniffled and shook a little. Watching my formerly emotionally steady father cry out of happiness was not what I was expecting. We stood there for half a minute until he composed himself and detached. "A'ight, lets get you in boy" dad said, grabbing one of my things and started to walk towards the house. Sam and I followed him inside, which had changed significantly since I had last seen it. Before, it looked like a bachelor pad with things lying around, packets of easy-made food on the kitchen counter and empty bottles in the corner. Now, it was completely clean with a leather couch in the center, nicely done wallpapers and actual furniture. "What happened here? You guys won a lottery or something?" I was in shock, how did dad and Sam manage all this with their small town plumbing business. My dad let out a big laugh and slapped my back. "All in good time son, for now wash up and come downstairs. We have things to discuss." His tone meant business and even though I was an almost 26 year old successful former business owner, I felt like a ten year old boy that had to do what dad said. Sam helped me carry my stuff upstairs to my old room and left me in there. Normally, I'd take my time to wash up. But dad had meant business when he told me to come downstairs and I had questions of my own. How was their life so different and how were they so different all of a sudden? It made no sense and I needed answers. --- An hour later, the 3 of us were downstairs in the living area drinking beer. Dad and Sam were on either side of the couch while I was sitting opposite them. Dad was worried I was in trouble which is why I had reached out to them. When I told him that wasn't the case and I was just here to figure out my next steps, he looked relieved. He asked me point blank how long was I intending to stay. Unsure of what he wanted to hear, I told them I'd be here for no more than 10 days. "Hell no boy. You come back after 5 years and all you give me is 10 lousy days. You ain't leaving before the months up," my dad laid down the law. By the serious expression on his face, I knew better than to counter. Truthfully, I was relieved. Part of me needed time to figure things out and having a month's time to do so would be perfect. The conversation moved on to other things before I ended up asking about the house and the renovations. On doing so, my dad and my brother shared a look before my dad said anything. "Son, there are things you need to know about us." I kept quiet, letting him continue whatever he needed to tell me. "But first, I wanted to say how sorry I am for how I was when ya told me you were gay." That was a big surprise, considering I never imagined him feeling any remorse. He continued, "you should know, it wasn't because you were gay. Couldn't care less about that. I was just surprised you know, by how brave you were. Braver than your old man could ever be." For the second time that day, I saw my dad cry. Before I could do anything, Sam slid next to him and pulled dad in for a hug. Dad grabbed Sam in his arms and broke down, while Sam gently held him and let him vent it out. If it wasn't my dad and my brother, I'd think they were lovers. It took my dad a few minutes to compose himself, before he sat back up, took a deep breath and stared right into my eyes. "Son, I'm gay too. And so is your brother."
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First, a few 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. 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. It seems a lot of sluts are single. I'm not sure if they're sluts because they're single or if they're single because they're sluts, but 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 largely dedicated to getting fucked and taking loads from other guys might not work for some tops. And vice versa - bottoms might not like sharing their man's dick 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?
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Hey guys, so I’ve been in a relationship for about 5 years now with a really great top guy. He’s pretty much always horny, fills me up with fun whenever I feel like it (and I try and do the same) and the sex is good. In the past 18 months I’ve introduced some of my more sluttier fantasies to him in order to see if he’d be into whoring me out or doing other super slutty stuff that I’m into. I’ve been dealing with my inner slut by taking “work trips” or “visiting my sister” (both partly true) where I’ve been gone to BB parties, bathhouses and pretty much evolved from someone who likes to bareback to someone who craves random dicks and loads on a regular basis. So last year he finally caught on and we’ve been taking baby steps towards me explaining my need to service cock and get filled. It’s sort of shocked him since he’s used to being the horny one. ( for me it’s not constant more like comes in waves) The linger I now stay in this relationship the more I fuck around - pretty much up to 2-3 times a week taking loads from regular fuck buds behind his back - sometimes with his load as lube since some guys are into that. What should I do? Get out of the relationship and fully own up to being a slut?
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I'm sure I'm not alone in saying that being a cumdump is not really a matter of choice for me. All I think about most of the time is finding that next load and getting it into my hole. Doesn't matter where, when, or who. I love it and I wouldn't have it any other way. But, there are downsides to being a slut. I work long hours during the week, so my weekends are largely filled with prepping for sex and cruising for loads which doesn't leave time for much else. While I don't care about that too much, what I find hard is that I haven't found a parter yet who is comfortable with me taking anon loads. Also, the times I have been in relationships I just don't find the sex as satisfying. It's something about being a cumdump, taking loads no questions asked which turns me on like nothing else. I'm starting to think I will only ever have a long-term relationship if I give up random sex, but I know I can't do that. Does anybody else feel the same way, or has anybody actually found a partner who is completely comfortable with everything?
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So this Fuckbuddy I have on BBRT hit me up the other day, cool cute dude we fuck around when both have the same off days he's kinda like my fetish fuck when ever I need a lil more then a regular fuck he's there Man smells unwashed, dick cheese, ass pissing ect, Anyway he hit me up and ask me to talk and says can we be in relationship. he goes on to say how he likes that I'm more then a pump & dump and let him stick around before & after the fuck, play the game, me not knocking that he dose tina all that, So I ask what a relationship means to him, he said we just do what we doing now just with each other only. So I say I would think about it, but asked would he be will to share my hole with other men, He said no that for him would be a deal breaker, So I told him I don't think it could work, I went on to explain that I was a CUMDUMP, that 1 dick can't do it for me no matter how many time I take it, I need more I told him that even he comes in me and leaves I'm looking for more dick & he would not be willing to share It couldn't work. SO Tops if you wanted to be with a bottom & he wanted you to share him hole with other would you do it???
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I love my partner but we’re both tops and so we don’t really have much of a sex life. It’s hard because I often fantasie about being with a bottom but I couldn’t bare to cheat. Was just wondering if anyone is in the same boat and what you did that helped with the issue? I feel trapped because I love him but am missing an important part of what I need in a relationship. Any advice is welcome xx
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I know that relationship advice is not really what anyone is on here for for, per se, but I also know that all you guys have been around the block and have experienced a lot too and just feel that I couldn't find a better bunch of guys to ask advice from, so here goes... I'm about a year and a half out of a 30 year relationship with a guy that was just slightly older than me. (i'm early 50's). Though close in age, it turned out over time that we really were two very different people and we eventually grew apart. I was a naive college boy when he met me, but he turned me into a pig who just can't ever get enough. Then he proceeded to hold that against me after he did it. And then I got pozzed in the process. But ya know, it's kind of like Pandora's Box, once that lid gets lifted there's no putting the pig back in the pen again. And his being older than me, though not by much in age, but by a wide gulf in experience, always made me feel like the boy in the relationship, and him the older, more experienced, man. Since it ended, I've been enjoying myself... a lot. There's been lots of hungry bottoms out there that have kept my fat cock happy and who've begged me to load them up. And a few that have loaded me up too. But I've been feeling like I'd like to find a real partner in crime. Recently I met a guy through a popular online dating app. He's cute, he's sexy, he's European (though in the same city as I am), he's got a great sarcastic sense of humor like I do, he professes to be a pig like me with the backstory to prove it.... and he's half my age. There are times when I'm with him that I feel like there's no age difference between us whatsoever. And then there are times when I feel like I don't even know what the fuck he's talking about as he goes on about trash TV, the latest "celebs" in US Weekly, internet memes, stuff that he wants to go to see and do and clubs to go to, etc... It's not like I'm not open to doing any of this. And for once I feel like there is somebody who actually gets me, and I get him too. I'm incredibly attracted to him and it seems he is to me too. I guess what I just want to know is can a relationship like this work or is there just too much of an age/culture/experience difference between guys like us? And I'm also having the additional mental hurdle of now being the older guy/Daddy in the relationship, which just feels so different to me. Have any of you made that switch and was it difficult for you too? Thanks in advance for whatever advice you're willing to give me. I know my pig brothers will be real about this with me, unlike most anyone else. -
Just had this discussion with a pal and am curious about what others think -- I tend to think of anything less than penile penetration and the exchange of body fluids as 'sexual' but not really SEX, and therefore things like sucking, jacking, maybe FF probably doesn't constitute as 'cheating' on your partner unless there's some emotional connection -- assuming you happen to be in an exclusive situation. My pal on the other hand disagrees and says any sexual contact equals sex and would be cheating. Since I'm in an open relationship, I may not be the best judge here, so what do you men think? What do you consider infidelity or cheating? thanks in advance and happy fucking!
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What do you call a guy you meet fairly regularly for sex, but you also go on occasional dates, even if neither of you call them that, whom you really like, and believe the feeling is mutual, but you're not quite sure if things are at the "boyfriend" level?
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My partner and I have been open for most of our relationship and have had plenty hot, bareback sex both separately and together, while traveling, etc... but the best sex has always been with our regular FWBs (maybe we’re just relationship oriented?). Anyway, over the past 2 years, we've accidentally/unexpectedly developed a very loving and mutually satisfying relationship with one of those FWB's to the point that it feels like we're in a Throuple, Triad or 3-way relationship. The "L" word is used, we practically live at each other's houses, travel together constantly, and so forth. I also just met another Triad locally that has been together successfully for other 11 years. It seems to me that most people bring in a 3rd for hotter sex and/or to meet some unmet need in the couple –the latter of which is generally disastrous and leads to all parties going their separate ways. Therefore, I'm curious to know if other's have had similar experiences with this and/or what your thoughts are in general about polyamory vs. just being a good gay whore?
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Just curious - if you're single, why is that? Are you young and still playing the field? Do you have bad luck hanging onto guys? Are you too picky? Do you or your boyfriends have expectations that are too high (e.g. monogamy)? Or do you just like being single? Share your thoughts on being single... -
I've thought about this a lot over the years, and have 2 setups that either I'd like to be in. First would be a ,MFM,where the other guy would be bottom/versatile. The other would be MMM, where 1 guy is bottom , and the other a top versatile like me, with one my age or older, the other much younger. So just wondering about what some of you think would be perfect for you?
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In the past 12 months I have finally shaken off what I saw as my last bastion of "respectability." As a total bottom slut for 20 years and the last 13 of them as a positive cum dump you become increasingly aware of the general disdain tops have for bottom sluts. Sure, they like to fuck you, get dirty with you and use you as their cumdump - but they generally don't want you as a partner, a dinner guest or appreciate the need bottom sluts have for cock and seed. They just don't understand the sheer bliss a bottom slut gets from having a hard cock in them, and as often as they can get it. It takes a special man who wants a slut for his partner, that understands their need for cock and seed, and appreciates that they are generally going to get fucked everytime there is a stiff cock around and their dominant male ownership factor is overcome. The last mental barrier I had was men who were "partnered" or in "open relationships". I am sure many of them have fucked me in venues, at naked sex parties or in beats, but I didn't know as quite often I have been fucked senseless by men who have not even spoken to me. But if I was online prowling for cock, I would skip over ads from tops who were "committed" in "open relationships", "happily partnered" or similar. Towards the middle of last year, I was on BBRTS and this "happily partnered" top hit me up - his cock looked lovely and I was horny (as usual) so I unlocked without really checking his profile. He messages back with "nice arse luv to fuck that" and unlocked his pics as well. When I saw the "happily partnered" bit my conscience kicked in and I said something like I was not really into "married guys". He messaged back that all was cool and his partner knew everything and nothing was a secret - and I kept drooling over his cock pics and my mancunt was twitching so I lost the plot and agreed to go to his place. My first surprise came when his partner, John, opened the door. I felt awkward yet he did not disarmed by my presence. Patrick soon came into the lounge room to meet me, quick introduction and he said "let's go upstairs", taking me by the hand to lead me. I was relieved at that as I did not want the chit chat and kissy kissy talk shit, I just wanted this man to fuck me. He was everything his pictures indicated and in no time we were naked and I was chowing down on his beautiful thick 8" cut cock. Boy could this man fuck! A couple of minutes into the fuck he started to get loud and verbal - which I normally like and reciprocate yet I still felt awkward knowing his partner was sitting downstairs listening to the love of his life fuck the arse off me. Four changes of positions and 20 minutes later he was whitewashing the walls of my arse with his seed. I waited - not knowing where to from here - you get used to men heading for the shower to wash you off their cock, or just getting up an giving you a "thanks" for taking their load. To my surprise he threw my jocks at me and said "put these one and we will go downstairs and have a drink. I obliged (as I do with what most tops tell me to do). He poured me a wine opened a beer and we sat at the dining table where John joined us also with a beer and we had a bit of small talk. As I looked at John I kept thinking how lucky he was to have a wonderful top like Patrick. 20 minutes later Patrick said "ready to go again" ... of course I was, I just nodded. He walked over to where I was sitting and started rubbing his crotch in my face. The slut in me went straight into overdrive as I started gently nibbling on his fattening cock through his underwear. He was rubbing my head when he said "do you mind if John watches and takes some pics of me fucking you - he likes watching me fuck other sluts". At that point I would have said yes to anything - my hole was twitching at the thought of him giving me another pounding. I took my mouth away from his now fully fat cock long enough to nod. Again he took my arm and we went up the stairs with his hand rubbing my arse and his partner following. The pounding was better than the first one, and I got verbal with him telling him how wonderful his cock was, what a great root he was and what a great body he had. At one point he was hammering me missionary and I glanced over at John who was sitting on a chair taking pics and watching his man fuck me. I started nibbling on Patrick's neck, licking his body and started to enjoy putting on a show for his partner - knowing I was giving his man what he didn't - a total slut arse to use for his convenience. After he dropped his wad in me John looked somewhat astonished at how I dutifully got to work cleaning up his cock with my mouth, sucking the last strands of seed out of his slit and polishing his balls and kissing his cock - till he had enough and pulled away. I could tell by the look on his face that the show was over. I had done what he needed me for and he walked over and kissed his partner and said "this is one perfect slut." I somehow found it all erotic and John was busy SMS'ing me the shots he had taken of Patrick fucking me. I left with my arse on fire - I had just had to head to town to go to a backroom as I wanted more before I blew my stack and he had opened me up perfectly. Once my arse is off the chain it is totally connected to my brain and I just have to have cock in me. Since then I have targeted "partnered men" and have had some astonishing fucks. I try to be the "perfect slut" and be everything they fantasise about and won't do with their partners. In fact this afternoon I am headed for a hotel in the city where two guys visiting Sydney want me to be the "other hole" for the top - whose cock pics also look lovely. They want to vid the fucking which is fine with me - I get his husband's seed and he gets to watch how a "perfect slut" operates for his man.
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Remember this: happiness is like a butterfly... the more u chase it, the more it will elude you. but if you turn your attention to other things, it comes and softly sits on your shoulder. L. Richard Lesser ..............on a positive note!
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I'm the type of person that always seems to be in a relationship. Even when I was in my 20s I was dating guys most of the time... It's actually a bit of a problem 'cause you can fall into a relationship that's "easy" but not quite right for you. Most of the time it would take me breaking up with the guy - it was pretty rare for me to be dumped. In contrast I have friends who seem to be perpetually single. Nice guys who seem like marriage material, yet they're rarely in a relationship. If they do get in a relationship it doesn't seem to last. [There's also a 3rd type - a good friend dates guys intensely, then gets bored and breaks up with them.] So what do you think is the difference between the guys who are always in a relationship and the guys who are perpetually single? Are the single guys too picky? Always shooting for A+ rather than A-? Do they not know how to compromise? Do they go for "the wrong type" of guy? Thoughts?
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Gay partners' HIV transmission study due to start, despite practical barriers INFECTIOUSNESS AND TREATMENT AS PREVENTION http://www.aidsmap.com/Gay-partners-HIV-transmission-study-due-to-start-despite-practical-barriers/page/2317390/ Gus Cairns Published: 17 April 2012 A large study looking at HIV infections in gay men who are within long-term relationships with HIV-positive partners is about to start in Australia, the International Microbicides Conference in Sydney heard today. This Opposites Attract study will look at the risk of HIV acquisition by the HIV-negative parter within different-status relationships and hopes to make an estimate of the comparative risks of HIV transmission from HIV-positive partners who are, and are not, on antiretroviral therapy (ART). Initially starting in Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane and Adelaide, it is planned that the study will expand to other Australian cities and to Thailand. Calculations of study size and expected loss to follow-up are being informed by findings from a large study of HIV risk in gay male relationships, the HIM study (Bavinton). Background The need for a study of HIV transmission risk and the influence of viral suppression in gay men has existed ever since the Swiss Statement in 2008. This said that within certain parameters people with an undetectable viral load could not sexually transmit HIV, but the authors later emphasised that evidence for this was only strong in studies of vaginal sex. The need for further evidence became stronger when the HPTN 052 study found that treating the HIV-positive partner in heterosexual different-status relationships reduced their chance of transmitting HIV by 96%. Since then both the British HIV Association and the US Department for Health and Human Services have recommended ART for prevention purposes in some patients, but both emphasise that the assumption that this will work for gay men is an extrapolation of the data for heterosexuals, and another study recently found that up to a quarter of gay men with no detectable HIV in their blood may have detectable levels in semen. A study looking at whether treatment works as prevention is thus badly needed in gay men. While a randomised controlled study of immediate versus delayed treatment like HPTN 052 will be difficult to do in the future, given changes in the criteria of ART initiation, an observational study of risk within different-status relationships could be done. The challenge, however, will be that gay male relationships are less likely to be monogamous, and HIV more likely to be transmitted during casual sex, than in heterosexuals. A study was therefore undertaken of different-status and same-status gay male relationships to assess whether a transmission study would be feasible. The HIM Study findings The Health in Men (HIM) study is a cohort of 1427 initially HIV-negative gay men recruited in 2001 to 2004 to look at risk factors for HIV, which has provided useful data on risk behaviours in other studies. In this study, an analysis was done of data originally collected in 2007. HIM subjects completed annual interviews and were asked whether they were in a primary relationship, how long it had lasted, whether their partner had HIV and, if so, whether the subject knew their viral load. Characteristics of different-status and same-status relationships were collected. Two-thirds of HIM subjects reported being in a primary relationship of which 8.4% (79 individuals) reported that their partner had HIV. This is roughly the same as the proportion of gay men estimated to have HIV in New South Wales (see Prestage). Another 21% of the subjects, however, reported that they did not know their partner's HIV status. Within the 79 different-status partnerships, two-thirds of HIV-negative men knew their partner's HIV viral load, and 58% said it was undetectable. In terms of contrast between different-status and same-status relationships, some factors were similar, such as age of the HIM subject and their partner, the length of the relationship (roughly 50% had lasted longer than two years) and whether sex was permitted with people outside the relationship. The rate of relationship breakup was similar too: each year, 29% of different-status relationships and 26% of same-status relationships broke up. Different-status relationships were less likely to break up if they had been going for more than two years, if the HIM subject was over 44, and if the relationship involved 'serospositioning' (i.e. the HIV-negative partner was only ever 'top' if they had sex without a condom). Other things were different, though. HIM subjects in different-status relationships were more likely than other subjects to report having sex outside the relationship, having unprotected sex with casual partners, and having tested for HIV in the last three months, and were 2.5 times more likely to report that they were in an open relationship. Conversely, they were less likely to report having unprotected sex within the relationship, to have 'negotiated safety' agreements about no condomless sex outside the relationship, and to be the receptive partner. There were eight new HIV infections in the 79 men in different-status relationships during the average 3.9 years of follow-up. HIV incidence among men in different-status relationships was 2.2% a year and 0.7% in same-status relationships (hazard ratio: 3.12). HIV acquisition was three times more likely if the HIM subject had been 'bottom' with their partner in unprotected sex, and over 15 times more likely if their partner had ejaculated inside them. HIV transmission was six times more likely to occur within the first year of a relationship than after that point and was 4.7 times more likely if the HIM subject was under 35 than if they were over 44. Conclusions Presenter Benjamin Bavinton said that these findings posed challenges for the designers of the forthcoming Opposites Attract study. Firstly, the high break-up rate meant that recruitment had to be ongoing throughout the relationship in order to replace attrition due to break-ups. Secondly, high rates of sex outside the primary relationship meant that phylogenetic testing of all HIV infections was essential to establish which were transmissions from the primary partner (results would not be released to participants). Thirdly, Australian criminal law meant that sexual risk behaviour data could only be collected from HIV-negative participants. Fourthly, because infection was so much more common in the first year of relationships, men in new, tentative and not necessarily committed relationships would have to be recruited. And finally, most of the blood tests would have to be done with the initially HIV-negative partner, including when the relationship might have just broken up or just after they had received the news that they had acquired HIV: retention in these circumstances might be a big problem. Nonetheless, recruitment is about to start: for would-be subjects and professionals interested in the study, there is more information at www.oppositesattract.net.au. References Bavinton B et al. Exploring gay men’s serodiscordant relationships: Implications for future ‘treatment as prevention’ studies in gay men. International Microbicides Conference, Sydney, 2012. See here for programme. Prestage G et al. Homosexual men in Australia: population, distribution and HIV prevalence. Sexual Health 5(2):97–102, 2008.
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