I out myself as a prep user and got into a debate with a fuck buddy who always insisted on condom even though both of us were neg and I'm on prep
I argued to him that if I leave hiv out of the equation by taking prep, doesn't that makes me as safe as blowing a raw dick?
He is a 'safe sex' player, I told him, 'you know sucking a raw dick also expose you to sti right?'
he retorted that 'but these sti are easily curable!'
I replied 'but if I took prep and leave hiv out of equation, getting a raw anal load, is only as risky as swallowing a load down your throat'
what do u guys think? Am I wrong to think this way? Is taking a raw load up my arse on prep much more dangerous than a neg guy not on prep drinking poz cum
Taking my pig to Berlin for his birthday. Hes a horny bottom who can't get enough poz spunk in his ass... Usually comes out pink/red after too
Staying not for from Tom's bar.. Looking to have his ass bred continually over 5 days. NO LOAD TURNED AWAY.
14TH JUNE TILL 21ST
Bottom, submissive, slam slut visiting the Tampa, St. Pete, Clearwater area 5/27-5/30/17.
I'm 34, Azn, weigh ~110, 5'8", smooth body, bottom who lives to serve men with his hole and take loads. Into jocks, leather, anon, dom/sub, group, gang bang, making vids, outdoor, bathhouses, sex clubs, forced, and more.
Staying at the Super 8 at St. Pete/Clearwater airport (but let me know if there's a better sleazier place to stay). Will be hitting bathhouses, video booths, and also love outdoors or being face down, ass up in jock in dark hotel room with only porn on the TV for light. Most often on bbrt and have my profile name in my info here (or if they let this go through it's subbtm4domtops on bbrt) or email at same screen name as BZ so asianbbbtm at g m a i l dot com.
This is a mostly a true story (names changed) and a story where I took my first poz load.
Back in the late 90's I became online friends with a group of gay bikers who met up at Sturgis every year. I had been chatting with a few of the guys and they invited me to come out and camp with them for a weekend during the Biker Rally. Now I didn't have a bike, but bikers have always turned me on. I was looking forward to making the trip and hanging out with the guys and getting to know them
I live in Minneapolis at the time and made the trek to the Black Hills. Now for those of you who have never been, its a wild time with a charged atmosphere of men and women just having a good old time. I arrived to the camp late morning. I felt kind of weird driving into the camp in my Chevy Cavalier. Yeah I know. I probably screamed gay. I got out and one of the guys I had been chatting with saw me pull up and got up from the picnic table and walked over to greet me. Now this guy made my dick hard every time I chatted with me. We would chat online and even chatted on cam. He taught me everything I needed to know about tobacco pipes. How to pack them, light them and smoke them. He is the one that helped me coin my online handle. He smoked big Boswell pipes and made me melt every time I chatted with him. His name was Alex, was in his 50s, about 5'9", stocky muscular build, shaved head and a long ginger goatee down to his chest, and was wearing only a pair of grungy jeans, no shirt.
He pulled me into a kiss and I could smell he had not showered yet that day. Fuck he smelled good. Man smells always get my dick dripping. Alex was also a Daddy figure to me. We would talk about some of his life stories. How he started riding a bike, how he got into smoking pipes etc. We also talked about how he contracted HIV. At the time, I had played safe, but always thought it would be hot to have sex with a poz guy.
Alex brought me over to the table of Bikers that were sitting around the fire pit and table. He introduced me to Bubba, Rick and another ginger named David. I have seen David around the net, but never was able to strike up a conversation with him. I knew he was poz, but I just couldn't get up the nerve to say hi. I have chatted with Bubba and he came over and gave me a big kiss and a hug. Bubba had this southern drawl that got me going. Later I found out years later he was extremly shy and wanted to get me naked. That is being planned currently.
I sat down at the picnic table and Alex offered me a drink. He made me a jack and coke and started to chat. I pulled out my pipe and tobacco and started packing my pipe. Alex turned to me and barked at me to give him the pipe so he could pack it correctly. I was a bit nervous as this was the first time at the event and being around all the bikers made me visibly nervous. Bubba noticed this and came around and start rubbing my shoulders. He whispered to me to relax and have fun as the guys were all really cool. I had on shorts and a t-shirt and felt over dressed as most of the other 12 guys at the came were wearing far less. All of them were also furry as hell, and sported a full beard.
Alex walked me around, introducing me to each guy. Being cordial, I walked over and shook each man's hand, eventually returning to the table. David sat down at the table next to me and pulled off his shirt. Again a waft of man scent hit me and I shivered. Alex chuckled, shook his head and told me that I should get comfortable. Bubba helped me out of my shirt. I was 26 yrs old and being from the upper Midwest I was pasty white except for the fur on my chest and back. I had a bushy goatee and shaved head so I fit in ok. At least the jack and coke told me that.
Alex handed my pipe back after lighting it. David had pulled his pipe out and had lit it as well. So here I was sitting with three hot bikers smoking pipes. Bubba had pulled out a pack of reds. After a few drinks, I was loosening up. Alex had suggested that I go set up my tent as it would be getting dark soon. Bubba said he would help. We walked over and set up my tent. He asked me what I thought of the guys. Bubba and I had several conversations about likes and dislikes and he knew that this group of guys was right up my alley. I told him I was in heaven. I glanced over at the guys making sure I had not said it too loud. Bubba chuckled and said I would have a great weekend.
After finishing the tent, we walked back over to the table where Alex had started up the grill and was cooking some burgers and brats. Yes brats, not sausages, in the Midwest we called them brats. We ate and drank into the evening. It was July so it didn't really cool off much during the night in the Black Hills. As the night went on the guys started to break off and head to their tents for bed. Which left Bubba, David, Alex and myself at the table chatting away. I had plenty to drink and was laughing and carrying on.
A few hours later, Bubba and David called it a night leaving Alex and I talking. I was wound up with all the talk and drinking, but I hid it well or so I thought. Alex being the blunt one stopped mid sentence and asked me if I was going to let him suck my cock or would he have to go to bed and jerk it to my teasing him. I was taken back, but happy. He came around to me and leaned down and gave me the best fucking kiss. The taste of the tobacco on his tongue and the smell coming from his chest and pits got my dick hard as a rock. He told me to stand and in no time my shorts were on the ground. As we were kissing, he told me that if I come to camp with deodorant on again, he will beat the hell out of my ass. I blushed and apologized.
He trailed down my chest to my underwear and started to mouth my cock through them. He pulled the waistband down and released my dripping cock and in one swift movement went down on me. I inhaled deeply as if in shock as no one has ever done that to me. After a short time Alex pulled off, looked up at me and told me that he had to have me in his ass. I stood up quick and almost fell over as my shorts were still around my feet. We both laughed as he caught me. He spit in his hand and coated his hole and my cock and guided me to his hole as he bent over the table.
I slowly slid in as if giving him time to get used to my thickness. He just grunted and pushed back and my cock slid all the way into his hole. He just let out this low growl which made my cock even harder. It didn't take me long and after 20 minutes I was pounding hard and ready to blow. he leaned up and told me to slid in all the way so I he could feel it when I shot my load. I pushed in and shot one of the biggest loads. I had to sit down as my legs were wobbling. He was standing in front of me with a big old grin saying he wasn't finished.
Grabbing my head, he forced me to my knees, and slid his cock into my mouth.
"Good boy," he whispered, adding "Daddy is going to feed his boy a sweet load."
I pulled off enough to answer, "Yes, please do, Sir."
Then I resumed my work. After a little bit he started growling again and I knew he was close. I picked up speed and when his breath started to go short I shoved his cock all the way down my throat and was fed a huge poz load. It was his time to sit down. After a little bit he broke the silence and said "I think it's time for bed."
After exchanging another big kiss, we parted and went to our tents to sleep. I took off my clothes and crawled into my tent and fell asleep. Not long after being asleep, I felt an arm slide over my chest and someone press up against my back. I tried to look to see who it was but could not tell which guy had crawled into my tent.
To be continued...