While I was growing up the HIV/AIDS crisis crashed into gay men everywhere and created so much fear with regard to something that should be seen as joyful - or at the very least a lot of fuckin’ fun. And for many, even amongst gays, that fear spawned and fed hatred that still endures. Hatred for disease spreading faggots, hatred for condoms, and hatred for people who weren’t going to let the epidemic stop them from having what I feel is the only truly gratifying penetrative sex - raw, bareback, cum-blasting-in-ass, hardcore breeding.
I was one of those people who initially let the fear mongering sway me, and I would use condoms for anal sex. But then I got a taste of the glory that is climaxing with someone wrapped around just you and feeling your seed spray inside - the delirium of the bare orgasm heightened by the bottom struggling for purchase to make sure they get their top’s load. Every drop inside their guts. And I wanted that every time, and that shouldn’t be such an unreasonable thing to want. So I fucked and got fucked bareback and I’d tell tops to pull out and cum on me sometimes, but the thrill of taking that load won out and eventually I turned up poz.
Regretably, about six months after I learned about my poz status PrEP because widespread. Thankfully meds have come such a long way in treating HIV that it’s no longer a death sentence. I’m undetectable, and I stay on my meds in the interest of keeping myself healthy. If I’m going to top I’ll let my fuck bud know he’s gonna get my undetectable load in his guts because I don’t pull out and I don’t wear condoms. And I think helping people to make an informed decision, rather than them choosing out of fear, is the right way to do things. When I seed a neg bttm’s greedy pussy, and he even begs for it because he knows he’s safe - that’s hot AF to me. And as for what I’m thinking when I give that hungry cunt my load, it’s usually something along the lines of, “do I wanna keep playing or should I tell him he can shower before he goes?” Because we’re both adults who’ve made choices for ourselves, and that’s all we can hope for as we go through life - being granted the freedom to choose our own way, and afforded grace to manage our fuck ups when they happen.