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Why did I lie about being HIV+?

I'm not HIV positive.


Before I started taking Prep, I always practiced safe sex. Sure, there were times when cum leaked out of my open hole even before Prep. I'm not proud of that, but I'm also not ashamed.


I'm human, and sometimes I make mistakes. Getting my ass full of cum before Prep, was idiotic.


Before Prep, I would never ask a guy if he was positive prior to meeting him. Nor would I ask him that before he started taking control of my ass. I assumed that everyone was positive, and so I protected myself.


However, on Monday afternoon at the beach, I told a very sexy guy who was about to fuck me that I was positive.


Why did I do that?


Perhaps I should explain something before telling you about my latest sexual adventure at the nudist beach.


I'm a clean guy. There's nothing special about that.


I take a shower twice a day: in the morning before going to work, and in the evening after my workout. I also shower before a sex-date and usually after.

Also, as you already know, my love hole is super clean. I never have "accidents," and I never use an enema to clean my ass before getting fucked.


How's that possible?


You can read about that here:

Are you clean?


Why am I telling you that I'm clean?


A lot of bisexual guys check out my Grindr profile.


Many of them are in their 50s or older. Since I too am no longer in my 20s (or 30s!), that's understandable and even preferable. I prefer a mature cock making love to my ass than an amateur top who fills my ass with cum in 10 minutes and then leaves even before I've had a chance to cum and kiss him goodbye.


Why do bisexuals check my profile?


I guess it has to do with the fact my ass is less "manly" since it's so smooth. I don't recall a gay guy calling my love hole a “cunt”, but most bisexuals do.

I don't mind if a guy uses that word especially if it makes him feel more comfortable fucking me. If he adds some spankings on my wet ass cheeks, I couldn't care less.


Why do older bisexuals suddenly feel the need to breed a guy?


I suspect that bisexual guys in their 50s or older have probably figured out that, if they don't start fucking guys soon, it will be too late for them.


While all of the above is understandable, a particular disgusting element repeats in most of these profiles. I am referring to a line that refers to the bottom (that would be me) who will lend his ass to the bisexual.


"Be healthy and clean."


I know what this is all about, and it has nothing to do with COVID-19. It means don't be HIV-Positive and make sure you are fuckable.


Using such a phrase makes me so mad!


I can understand why a married bisexual guy is afraid of getting an STD and possibly infecting his wife. It has to do not only with the embarrassment and hurting her, but also his exposure as a bisexual or, at the very least, as someone who cheats on his wife.


Here's something that you should all be aware of:


Fucking or getting fucked is not a surgical procedure. No matter how careful you are and how protected you try to be (even with a condom and Prep), you can and most likely will eventually get an STD.


Think of the following scenario:


You touch a guy's anus or cock; then, you play with your own cock. Finally, you put on a condom and fuck him, or perhaps you are too nervous about that. So you both jack off and go home feeling safe.


Two weeks later, you notice warts on your cock or a yellowish discharge from your penis. Yes, that can happen just because you played with another cock for a short time and then with yours.


A lot of guys are asymptomatic. They might have an STD and pass it on to you, unbeknown that they are carriers.


As for asking me to be clean:


I'm an exception as far as "accidents." That's because I have been fucked so many times. I know when my ass is pristine, even without an enema. However, accidents can happen, and that's also part of gay sex. If you are not willing to take the risk, don't fuck guys, period!


That's my take on it, and the rest of the blog will focus on the huge Yemenite cock that was eager to fuck my love hole at the nudist beach and how it relates to the above topics.


On Monday at the beach, I was once again almost alone. It was still not warm enough and somewhat windy.


But I felt in heaven.


I was finally going to be naked and free.


Before descending to the beach, a guy started talking with me. "Hey, remember me?". From my expression, he could tell that I didn't.


"I'm "harvest my grapes' on Grindr. We chatted a few times".


I still didn't remember him, but I pretended that I did.


"Oh yeah, sure."


"So, planning to expose your beautiful body at the beach? Such a shame that we are both bottoms".


Now, I knew why I didn't remember him. A shame really because he was so sexy in real life.


Shortly after this short delay, I was naked, relaxing with Luka after a quick dip.

An hour later, A Yemenite Jew named Arik showed up, and I knew he was checking me out.


I knew he was a Yemenite, not because of his massive dark cock. His cock was still trapped in his shorts. I knew it from his complexion and because I'm very attracted to Yemenites and blacks in general.


I also knew that he was interested in my ass.


He passed me, carrying a beach bag and a cooler. He was not naked, but I could already tell that he was toned & muscular. I watched him walking southward, and I tried to imagine how it would feel to get fucked by him.


I was very horny that afternoon.


After 40 minutes, I watched him coming back. It was strange. Why would he walk so far south just to return? I knew that he most likely came back for my fuckable ass, but why did he bother walking a mile back and forth?


Arik placed his beach blanket not too far away from me. I stood up so he could better assess my horny ass. I was waiting for him to undress so I could check out his love tool.


He was reluctant to undress, I could tell.


"Ah," I thought to myself, "Either it's his first time at the nudist beach, or he's bisexual, or both"


It was both.


Arik tried to pretend that he was not checking my ass, but there were just the two of us at the beach. Arik kept looking southward, towards me, and not the other way. I could tell he was trying to find an excuse to invite me over.


Finally, he found one.


He waved two beer bottles at me, signaling to come over. I smiled and approached him. As I got closer, I could tell that his cock was getting bigger. I could also perceive that his device was massive.


I was naked, of course, but I didn't want to wait to see his breeding machine. I knew that it could be a long process to convince him to get naked without a good reason.


Luckily, I had the perfect reason for him to show me his amazing cock and terrific large hairy balls. He mentioned that he'd walked so far back and forth that he was now sweaty.


"Let's take a quick dip," I suggested. "I know the water is cold, but also very refreshing."


The last thing that I wanted to do was to take a dip. It was cold, and I was afraid that it would make Arik's cock shrink.


His cock did shrink when we got out of the water. But it was so massive even when soft that I wanted to drop down right away spread my legs and let his beer-bottle-shaped dark cock start fucking me immediately.

If my blog were all about sexual fantasies, I would probably continue this story like that. I would detail how Arik fucked me for an hour in the above position until he flooded my ass with his Yemenite white DNA.


Alas, my blog is about real events. Therefore, instead of spreading my legs and allowing Arik to use my ass as he pleased, we came back to his beach blanket and started talking.


It was just as I'd thought.


Arik was indeed bisexual, and it was his first time at the nudist beach. It was also the first time in his life that he was naked in public. The "public" in this case was just me since the beach was deserted. However, the "public" was very interested in Arik's terrific cut, dark, thick cock.


Arik went so far south because he was hoping to find a woman to fuck. I could have told him his chances of finding a woman willing to have sex with him in public in the middle of the week, at a gay nudist beach, were like my chances of fucking him.


But I didn't.


I said: "So instead of fucking a woman, you came back here for my ass?"


He laughed, "Something like that," and I could tell his cock was getting hard. However, Arik was giving me a hard time seeing his hard cock.


We were sitting next to each other but with some gap between us.


We sat behind a large rock that sheltered us from the winds. We were casually talking and drinking beer.


But Arik kept his legs raised like this:

Arik's cock was massive, even when soft.


I could see a large portion of the thick hose and terrific, huge, chocolate mushroom peaking between his legs. I could not see his cock when it was hard, because then it was hidden between his legs.


Each time his huge mushroom disappeared between his legs, I knew that Arik was getting closer to expressing his desire to make love to my ass.


Or so I thought.


When did his cock rise?

  • When I told him I'm a total bottom

  • When I told him how much I enjoyed getting fucked by a massive cock

  • When I told him I was first fucked when I was 16

  • When I told him my love hole is naturally smooth

  • In general, every time we mentioned my ass and my desires as a bottom


Unlike Arik, who kept his legs crossed, mine were down, as in this photo. I wasn't ashamed to show him my hard cock.


I wanted him to recognize that I was very interested in him.

I was oozing precum constantly, and I used my finger to collect the drops and lick them. I was hoping that this would make Arik feel at ease about the fact we were both very horny and into each other.


But I was wrong.


Each time, I got hard or leaked precum, I noticed that his cock was getting soft. This pattern repeated itself several times. Then I realized what was going on.


Arik was one of these bisexuals who wanted to fuck a guy but pretend that they were fucking a woman.


He'd already said that I'd look better if I shaved my pubic hair and armpits.

Seeing my hairy armpits, lush pubic hair, and hard thick cock, kept reminding him that no matter how soft and smooth my ass was, I was not a woman.


It didn't matter that I kept saying how I wished to get fucked or how I scream when a guy is fucking me. Each time he saw my thick cock rising and leaking precum, he lost interest in me. The same was true when I raised my arms, and he saw my hairy armpits.


I know it's fucked up, but I recognize his type.


Not all bisexuals are like that. But Arik was only 32, recently married (and already cheating on his wife!). The last thing I could say about him was that he felt comfortable with his desire to shove his perfect cock into a guy's ass.


I decided to make it easier for him.


I turned over onto my stomach so he could focus on the body part he was interested the most:

I intentionally didn't spread my legs.


While I was anxious to feel him fucking me, I decided to let him work a little bit "harder" to gain access to my love hole. So far, I'd been very direct with my hunger to worship his cock, whereas he'd said next to nothing about my ass or his desire to fuck a guy.


After I'd repositioned, there was silence for a few minutes. I pretended to rest my head and "sleep."


Then Arik slowly lowered his left leg, and I saw his huge, dark cock for the first time. It was hard, extra thick, so dark, and oozing a crystal clear river of precum.


The sight was a bottom's dream.


It was simply breathtaking. I had to control my desire to moan loudly. I felt my love hole getting loose just from looking at this perfect wonder of nature.


"Theon, you said how much you like to get fucked. Do you also like to suck?"


"I like everything about a cock, especially an amazing one like yours."


He pointed at his heavenly cock: "You'd better start taking care of mine."


The first thing that I did was to lick with my thirsty tongue every drop of his precum. Arik moaned loudly, but he was impatient and grabbed my head with force, and tried to shove his entire huge cock down my throat.


That was the first red flag.


I don't like it when a guy is trying to force me to do something.


When it comes to getting fucked, my ass has hardly any limits as far as cock length and girth. However, I can't deep-throat such a massive cock, and I said that to Arik.


"That’s a shame. It’s what I like the most when I get a blowjob."


I was still very into Arik despite him trying to force his huge cock down my throat. He was so beautiful and muscular. I wanted to compensate him for my inability to swallow his cock entirely. I know how to give terrific head, and the fact his cock kept oozing precum was a constant testimony to my skills as a professional bottom.


Then the second red flag was raised.


While I was working hard on Arik's hard cock and caressing his entire body, he didn't bother to touch my ass or any other part of my body. I was like a slave obeying him. I love serving a cock, especially such a massive rod, but I want some recognition for my efforts.


His constant stream of precum was not enough. I wanted him to touch me. At the very least, to pay some attention to my smooth ass.


But he didn't.


I knew Arik really wanted to get into my ass, and I decided to use that to my advantage.


While focusing on licking his giant mushroom, I spread my legs as wide as I could.

I was hoping that this would trigger him to start paying some attention to my ass and already loose love hole.


It worked, but not as I'd hoped.


Arik wet his palm with his mouth, bent his upper body to get closer to my ass, while my mouth was still serving his enormous cock, and gave me a firm wet spanking. Then he spread my ass cheeks, revealing my love hole and spat on it.


"Fuck, what an amazing smooth cunt. I want to rip it apart until it's mine. It's already open and fuckable".


When I'm sexually aroused, my love hole opens up as in the next photo. The bigger the cock, the wider my hole opens.


I guess this is what Arik saw when he spread my ass cheeks.

However, his sentence was the third red flag.


Some guys talk figuratively when they say they want to "rip my ass apart." I discuss it with them, and they usually reply that they didn't mean it. In any case, I never let anyone do that to me. For me, getting fucked is lovemaking. My ass is not a fortress that needs to be demolished.


My ass is my most sensitive organ (more than my cock!).


Arik didn't just say he wanted to "rip it apart," there were also other warning signs:

  • He had minimal experience fucking a guy

  • His cock was gigantic, and he needed to be extra gentle, the exact opposite of what he was planning to do to my love hole.

  • The way he spanked my ass told me that sex for him was about domination and control

  • The fact he kept spitting on my love hole and calling it a “cunt”, was also a sign he was not into lovemaking

  • Most importantly, he only paid attention to my open hole and no other part of my body. That meant that he viewed me as a hole to use and throw away.


All these thoughts were circling in my mind while Arik's massive cock was still in my mouth and my hands were caressing his massive balls. He kept examining my love hole and occasionally spitting on it and spanking me.


I kept thinking: What should I do?


Should I give up on his amazing Yemenite hammer just because he is so inexperienced and selfish?


Fuck! I'd already invested almost two hours on this guy, in the hope of collecting his seed as a prize for all my efforts.


Arik solved the dilemma for me.


"I have condoms and lube. I'll fuck you now, but before that, are you free of diseases? clean?"


"Free of diseases?"


That was so gross.


Arik would never have asked a woman something like that. Sure, he repeatedly called my love hole a “cunt”, but he would still treat me like someone who belongs to those people who spread diseases.


Without hesitation, but with great sorrow, I took his huge breeding tool out of my mouth, stood up and lied:


"I'm HIV positive; why are you asking?"


"Shit, why didn't you tell me before?"


"Because I'm undetectable, and in any case, you can't get infected from a blowjob."


Arik didn't hear my last words because he'd rushed to the water to wash. He took extra care to clean his cock.


"That's not right, man. That's so fucked up".


I wasn't going to tell him that he was the one who was fucked up. Because of his bigotry and ignorance, he'd lost his chance to fuck a professional hole and experience the tremendous satisfaction it would have delivered to his cock.


Far more significant than any cunt would have given him.

Arik was stronger than me, and the beach was deserted. I was suddenly afraid that he might punch me, so I kept my mouth shut.


Arik was too busy packing up his things to punch me. For the first time since I saw him naked, two hours previously, his cock was smaller than mine. I guess that was out of fear of getting infected.


My ass and love hole were still soaking wet from so much spit, and that kept me horny even though I was no longer interested in him.


It had taken Arik less than five minutes to wash his cock of any imaginary germs, get dressed, and move as far away as possible from my diseased love hole.


Now I was naked and alone at the beach.


And still very horny.


I used Arik's spit to play with my love hole. It was a shame that this was the only kind of his DNA that my ass got to drink. From the amount of precum that I'd swallowed, I knew that he would have poured gallons of cum into my horny ass.


So does this story have a happy ending after all?


Of course, it does!


I was alone at the beach at sunset. My love hole was open and still moist from Arik's spit. My ass was still horny from all the spankings. I masturbated, thinking of Arik's huge cock firing projectiles of cum into my ass.


After a short while, I loudly screamed and shot my load while watching this fantastic sunset.


I think I had a terrific beach experience after all.

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4.6.2020