Poz Bottom Gets Porn Clerk's Load 20 Years Late

To all who e-mailed me asking what the hell was going on with my life, missing posts and going incommunicado on the world: I am OK, working my ass off on a job that requires commuting and looking after an elderly relation, and if I were to recount my sexual experiences during this Trump Year, it would read only like a blog that reviews escorts.  I am transitioning into a different lifestyle where vacations will become more important, and where I'll just have to learn better how to tie my fisting and fucking life to business travel and long weekends.  I'm new to this, but a quick sketch, so we'll see.

My opportune time for hooking up is mornings, and a nice experience was had with a top who I thought was 'semi-anonymous,' that is, through a members-only hookup site.  Except he wasn't that at all.  It turns out I had met him 20 years ago.  We didn't fuck then and the reason we didn't reveals how the bareback world was then: 1997...only reckless types were fucking raw.  It was about two years before Michael McKey, Hot Desert Knights and Paul Morris.  New HIV drug strategies might be changing lives, but it was generally believed that only crazy assed fuckers, with a death wish, barebacked.  It was still a scary time.

In 1997, I started sputtering gibberish at work and scared the hell out of everybody and was sent home.  I ended up in the hospital with some brain swelling and was told that it was serious.  I was in intensive care but modern medicine saved my life and advised me to take the AIDS test, and so my AIDS life began.

For three whole years I was afraid I'd catch a cold that my immune system couldn't handle and I would die.  But we moved on, albeit living it day by day.  I got immersed in porn, and in those days that meant going to the porno shop, renting videos to be viewed at home.  I spent a lot of time in the video stores on Polk and Castro, where the clerks were often engaged in some casual flirting.  One of them even called me up and invited me to dinner at the old Line Up restaurant on Harrison Street.
He was a nice guy, but I knew we wouldn't fuck as I had subscribed to the whole safe sex deal.  Hell, I didn't even need condoms.  I had become a strict celibate.  Bareback porn eventually changed all that, and more about that some other time...but around the turn of the century, barebacking was emerging as a niche gay lifestyle.  Porn was the catalyst, leading to websites, yahoo groups, sex parties, friendships.  It was still reckless...barebacking, that is...but at least I could be reckless with like-minded guys.  I was not alone.  I think all early barebackers felt like this.

Morning fucks are what I'm after, some days are better or easier than others.  A few months back, I hooked up with this young daddy who wanted to plow some ass on his way to work downtown.  It turned out to be the guy from the video store and yeah, he shot a nice wad of juice up my mantwat and then plowed it deep, deep.  He had a nice style.  Twenty years later and we are both still sexin'.
All of this is good.

I still don't know his status.  We never discussed it, neither twenty years ago nor more recently ...that kinda shit is just plain not sexy for casual engagements.  But all I can say, I get a nice, nice feeling when I think o write about this.

Sometimes moving forward can bring you back to where you started.

Treasure Island Media Revives 'Breed Me'

The landmark bareback porn video 'Breed Me' is now available to all you children out there.  This video was released in VHS format and is not available in dvd, as far as I know, but it is available through the Treasure Island Media feature, TIMFUCK...and I advise you all to check it out.  You must realize how important this porno is.  The Father of Bareback Porn, Michael McKey, introduced some bareback sex in a fisting video he directed for Hot House...that video was called 'Depth Charge 2,' and for a few minutes we are treated to some bareback sex, and a little bit of cum oozing from a freshly fucked hole; there's also a lot of barehanded fisting, a lot of fisting.  This would have been around 1997...the AIDS cocktail had just been introduced, the 'seropositive' stigma had been relaxed, and people were taking chances again in the pursuit of satisfying sex.  Keep in mind there were fucktards who had been barebacking all along and when they were videotaped, they became objects of controversy and awe.  Michael McKey then began producing videos on his own...'Bareback The Movie', followed by 'Bareback 2, Once in a Blue Moon.'  These productions came out of Phoenix, Michael McKey's home base.  About the same time, a guy named Paul Morris came out with a video called 'Bareback Lunch,' and we were titillated by his audacity...here was condomless sex without apology or qualification, in defiance of the political correctness of the time.  Then Paul Morris followed up with a little effort entitled 'Breed Me.' 

From the very first minute, we were captivated by the straightforward depiction of willful, dangerous and unapologetic, cum-drenched sex.  A faceless subject with the use of a dildo, coaxes rivers of cum to flow from his used and abused asshole.  It was shocking at the time, as so-called safe sex was very much the order of the day.  As far as we could tell, it was all very real...no phony cum concocted from pina colada mix here.  And with the music and sound effects, the sense of taboo was greatly enhanced.  The rest of 'Breed Me' features an anonymous bottom taking numerous loads.  These are internal spunk deposits, and occasionally we may see a pearl of cum on an asscheek, but in the mood of the time, the very sight of a dribble of cum was radical, scary, sexy and to a great many of us, completely irresistible.  A taboo had been broken. 

'Breed Me' when compared to some of the stuff coming out today, will seem restrained, but trust me, it had quite an impact when it came out, so enjoy it by imagining the response it provoked among the AIDS mafia and self-appointed protectors of the gay constituency.  This video changed everything and Paul Morris kept up the pace with 'Raw Shots' One and Two, and Hot Desert Knights entered the marketplace, eventually linking up with Michael McKey, and the rest has been history.  RJ Parker is the only identifiable performer in 'Breed Me,' otherwise there are no faces shown.  So watch with the understanding that 'Breed Me' made possible every single second of bareback porn you enjoy today.