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Why Do You Bareback?

Today we came across a new blog http://iblastinside.com, by Mark Bentson. Mark is the man behind the Bareback Brotherhood. Here is an excerpt from his “warning page” titled “Why Do You Bareback?” 

Because condoms are for pussies and not for assholes.

We’ve created boner pills and made all sorts of medical advances, the one thing I can’t comprehend is why we’ve not found ways to allow intimacy between two men. Instead, we continue to insist that a plastic barrier between two humans is the best protection. Moreover, with everything else in the world that’s labeled dangerous, we make it optional — cigarettes, alcohol, fatty foods, seat belts, driving too fast, recreational drug use, etc. Instead, society — even gay men — demonize this one act.

An alcoholic, meth sniffing, smoker with syphilis who happens to use a condom is more accepted in the gay community that a healthy, negative, STD-free, HIV-negative barebacker.

That is fucked up.

I spent my youth paralyzed in fear with every sexual encounter, avoiding contact with any bodily fluids. Then suffering for weeks (when it took longer) to get my tests back. At some point, I decided to stop worrying and to start living. If I got hit by a bus or some other tragic act, I would regret not having real sex with men.

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What is your “Why I Bareback” story? Share in the comments below.

14 thoughts on “Why Do You Bareback?

  1. Ricardo Reply

    I’m sorry, but are you trying to tell me that a vast majority of Treasure Island Media “Porn Stars” are HIV Negative?? Because 90% of them look as though they are sick. I know you are all for skin on skin, but I’m not trusting anyone to stick their dick inside me without a condom in hopes that he’s telling me the truth. I value my life more than just a quick fuck

  2. Iknow Reply

    Because I want to, and it doesn’t matter. I’m 48. I’m buff. I have a great, beefy, hairy, muscular ass. The kind of ass real men want to fuck. If I get HIV, why should I care? Why should you? I’m sure I could live well for another 20 or 30 years with HIV. And then I’ll die. Do you think I want to become one of those old fucks in a nursing home or ICU who can’t feed himself, take a shower unassisted, can’t get out of bed to sit in a chair 3 feet away to watch shit TV, or even wipe his own ass? Those people lie in their own shit daily, and die horrible, degrading deaths.

    I want to have control over how and when I die. People who are too chicken-shit to do the same thing will die slow, degrading, lonely deaths in nursing homes or ICUs, cared for by underpaid, overworked, under-appreciated and uncaring (can’t blame them for being uncaring if your own family dumped you there) nursing assistants from 3rd world countries and the slums of the developed world. They WON’T be surrounded by the people who loved (past tense) them when the Grim Reaper calls. Their son or niece will get a call from the nursing home director the next morning (after 9:00 AM, of course, wouldn’t want to interrupt you sleep), and will passively, almost zombie-like, say “Uh-huh. I see” and pay someone else to make the funeral arrangements while they take their kid to soccer practice.

    I can see why a young person would want to protect himself from HIV. No-one wants to look AIDSy at 45. But why are you pussies nearing retirement age clinging so pathetically to life? She’s just not into you.

  3. Jason Reply

    I took my first load when I was 19.
    I had just been dumped by my first boyfriend who took my little innocent ass for the first time. He told me he wanted me to \"Always be safe. Always be around.\" I agreed, and we used condoms for our entire short lived relationship. In retrospect, he was a huge crystal queen, and was probably a poz party bareback bottom, and was just being nice and didn\’t want to infect my pure, virginal ass. I was so naive.
    After he broke my little teenage heart, I wanted to do something to get back at him. Something besides sitting in my bedroom, angry and listening to Skinny Puppy and Nine Inch Nails, so I went to a party with my friend. Turns out the guy throwing the party was a big, super hot bear with a mohawk. His name was Jake. He was very sweet, and kept smiling at me throughout the night.
    Fast forward to however many hours and beers and bong rips later.
    Jake fucked me like I needed. He performed a sexorcism. My ex-boyfriend was gone from my mind, my heart and especially my ass. My ex and I had very emotional sex, the kind of sex you can have with that first guy after a lifetime of virginity.
    Jake and I were channeling primal, ancient, powerful man on man sex. The kind of man sex that can change the world. We were fucking loud. His bed was creaking and smacking the wall. Our bodies were drenched in each other\’s sweat. He smelled like beer and sweat and spit and pits and balls and cigarettes and lube and revenge and revelation. I\’ll never forget that smell until the day I die.
    Jake told me he wanted us to cum together. He never even gave me the option of him pulling out. It wasn\’t a question. It was an unsaid statement. \"I\’m going to cum in you, and I want you to cum at the same time.\"
    I probably screamed loud enough to wake up the scene from a 90\’s teenage party movie that was drunkenly asleep outside his bedroom door.
    Jake\’s cum in my innocent boy hole was something I will never forget. I had never felt that kind of connection with another human being ever in my life.
    I have an incredible family. They are all completely amazing people who give me nothing but love and support and friendship. I have the best friends a guy could ever ask for. I have nothing but love and amazing connection in my life.
    This was unlike anything I\’d ever felt before.
    That moment.
    You give him your ass. Him takes your ass. Sexual tension and chemistry reach their peak. That load up your ass. That moment when everything fucked up in the world goes away. The only thing that exists is you and him, whoever he is. Pure, raw, primal, instinctual human connection. Respect. Appreciation. Love.
    I fell asleep in Jake’s arms. Both of us covered in sweat and spit and cum. I had never felt better. I had never felt more peaceful.
    Of course the next morning I awoke with a sense of terror unlike anything I’d ever known. Unfortunately, it would come to be a terror I got to know very well over the next 10 years. I thought that was it. I was HIV positive. I was going to be sick. I was going to die.
    I got tested. I was negative. I was NEVER going to bareback again.
    Then I met the third guy I fucked…
    I am 30 years old now. I moved to Portland, Oregon 2 years ago. I have struggled for years with the fact that I am a bareback bottom. I’ve beat myself up in the mirror over it. Punched myself in the face. I’ve made myself drink until I was sick. I\’ve dragged others down with me in my misery. I let myself believe that I was incapable of ever being happy.
    I used to think that if I ever wanted to find a nice guy to take home to mom, I had to be an HIV negative monogamous boy.
    Then I woke up one day. I realized that being monogamous is not who I am. It has never been who I am, and it never will be. I believe in free love too much. I believe that we can connect so deeply with another human being, even if we don\’t know who they are, through sex.
    Sexual connection is something that has brought all creatures of the world closer together since the dawn of time. It is modern society and religion that has tried to make us feel shame over our sexual identities.
    My father told me as a young child that there were people in this world who loved people of their same gender. He told me that those people are just as deserving of respect and love as anyone else in life. Because of my upbringing, I never once felt shame about my sexual orientation. The first time I ever jerked off as a kid, I was thinking about another dude. It never felt weird. I never had that moment of \"Oh my god! I\’m gay!\" Being a fag was as natural as breathing or being born.
    For the first time ever in my life, I felt shame attached to sex when I was judged by a \"friend\" after telling her I had bareback sex. This is the same girl to whom I gave love and emotional support after she had an abortion. It still makes me laugh how barebacking straight people never seem to think they will get HIV, but will be so quick to shake their fingers at their barebacking gay friends.
    Long story short. It took me years, 11 of them in fact, to realize that I had never felt shame in my life about being a gay dude. I was lucky enough to grow up in a very liberal family, and sex and shame were just never, ever even in the same ballpark.
    I certainly don\’t intend to go against the way in which I was raised. Sex and shame have no business sharing anything together. Ever.
    So after years of deliberation, I am here to stand up and say the following:
    I am an HIV positive, 30 year old faggot who loves to get fucked by any and all hot men that I come across. I love to take loads. I love to suck dick. I love to eat cum. I love to be pissed on. I love being a submissive cockwhore. And one day, I know I will meet the dirty, slutty, bareback, tattoo covered Daddy of my dreams. I will take him home and introduce him to my mother, and she will love him as much as I will.
    I bareback because it’s who I am.

  4. Jason Reply

    I took my first load when I was 19.
    I had just been dumped by my first boyfriend who took my little innocent ass for the first time. He told me he wanted me to “Always be safe. Always be around.” I agreed, and we used condoms for our entire short lived relationship. In retrospect, he was a huge crystal queen, and was probably a poz party bareback bottom, and was just being nice and didn’t want to infect my pure, virginal ass. I was so naive.
    After he broke my little teenage heart, I wanted to do something to get back at him. Something besides sitting in my bedroom, angry and listening to Skinny Puppy and Nine Inch Nails, so I went to a party with my friend. Turns out the guy throwing the party was a big, super hot bear with a mohawk. His name was Jake. He was very sweet, and kept smiling at me throughout the night.
    Fast forward to however many hours and beers and bong rips later.
    Jake fucked me like I needed. He performed a sexorcism. My ex-boyfriend was gone from my mind, my heart and especially my ass. My ex and I had very emotional sex, the kind of sex you can have with that first guy after a lifetime of virginity.
    Jake and I were channeling primal, ancient, powerful man on man sex. The kind of man sex that can change the world. We were fucking loud. His bed was creaking and smacking the wall. Our bodies were drenched in each other’s sweat. He smelled like beer and sweat and spit and pits and balls and cigarettes and lube and revenge and revelation. I’ll never forget that smell until the day I die.
    Jake told me he wanted us to cum together. He never even gave me the option of him pulling out. It wasn’t a question. It was an unsaid statement. “I’m going to cum in you, and I want you to cum at the same time.”
    I probably screamed loud enough to wake up the scene from a 90’s teenage party movie that was drunkenly asleep outside his bedroom door.
    Jake’s cum in my innocent boy hole was something I will never forget. I had never felt that kind of connection with another human being ever in my life.
    I have an incredible family. They are all completely amazing people who give me nothing but love and support and friendship. I have the best friends a guy could ever ask for. I have nothing but love and amazing connection in my life.
    This was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
    That moment.
    You give him your ass. Him takes your ass. Sexual tension and chemistry reach their peak. That load up your ass. That moment when everything fucked up in the world goes away. The only thing that exists is you and him, whoever he is. Pure, raw, primal, instinctual human connection. Respect. Appreciation. Love.
    I fell asleep in Jake’s arms. Both of us covered in sweat and spit and cum. I had never felt better. I had never felt more peaceful.
    Of course the next morning I awoke with a sense of terror unlike anything I’d ever known. Unfortunately, it would come to be a terror I got to know very well over the next 10 years. I thought that was it. I was HIV positive. I was going to be sick. I was going to die.
    I got tested. I was negative. I was NEVER going to bareback again.
    Then I met the third guy I fucked…
    I am 30 years old now. I moved to Portland, Oregon 2 years ago. I have struggled for years with the fact that I am a bareback bottom. I’ve beat myself up in the mirror over it. Punched myself in the face. I’ve made myself drink until I was sick. I’ve dragged others down with me in my misery. I let myself believe that I was incapable of ever being happy.
    I used to think that if I ever wanted to find a nice guy to take home to mom, I had to be an HIV negative monogamous boy.
    Then I woke up one day. I realized that being monogamous is not who I am. It has never been who I am, and it never will be. I believe in free love too much. I believe that we can connect so deeply with another human being, even if we don’t know who they are, through sex.
    Sexual connection is something that has brought all creatures of the world closer together since the dawn of time. It is modern society and religion that has tried to make us feel shame over our sexual identities.
    My father told me as a young child that there were people in this world who loved people of their same gender. He told me that those people are just as deserving of respect and love as anyone else in life. Because of my upbringing, I never once felt shame about my sexual orientation. The first time I ever jerked off as a kid, I was thinking about another dude. It never felt weird. I never had that moment of “Oh my god! I’m gay!” Being a fag was as natural as breathing or being born.
    For the first time ever in my life, I felt shame attached to sex when I was judged by a “friend” after telling her I had bareback sex. This is the same girl to whom I gave love and emotional support after she had an abortion. It still makes me laugh how barebacking straight people never seem to think they will get HIV, but will be so quick to shake their fingers at their barebacking gay friends.
    Long story short. It took me years, 11 of them in fact, to realize that I had never felt shame in my life about being a gay dude. I was lucky enough to grow up in a very liberal family, and sex and shame were just never, ever even in the same ballpark.
    I certainly don’t intend to go against the way in which I was raised. Sex and shame have no business sharing anything together. Ever.
    So after years of deliberation, I am here to stand up and say the following:
    I am an HIV positive, 30 year old faggot who loves to get fucked by any and all hot men that I come across. I love to take loads. I love to suck dick. I love to eat cum. I love to be pissed on. I love being a submissive cockwhore. And one day, I know I will meet the dirty, slutty, bareback, tattoo covered Daddy of my dreams. I will take him home and introduce him to my mother, and she will love him as much as I will.
    I bareback because it’s who I am.

  5. Eric UK Reply

    I could not agree more. Like Mark I have spent my life in fear after every encounter thinking I may catch something and being terrified of coming into contact with bodily fluids. Not any more. As he says life is for living. I want to enjoy sex and do the things that make me happy. At the end of the day we are all going to die of something. So now I have no worries. I want it raw and swollow the spunk I love and crave.

  6. Chris Reply

    CUZ IT MAKES ME COOL.
    like smoking.
    but seriously…

    I’m a tall, awkward, yet generally handsome cub.. early 30’s.
    i’ve had SO MUCH MORE FUN IN LIFE than my friends, cuz I drink, smoke, and fuck without rubbers.

    My non smoking friends haven’t had NEARLY the random amazing encounters I’ve had… mostly cuz i’m not afraid to take risks, and uhm.. life’s too short to be scared of HIV…. also, all the easy guys who are fun to fuck are out on the smoking patio anyhow.. 😀

  7. Jackson Caldwell Reply

    Gay sex should be enjoyed in all it’s no life consequence entirety! We’re unable to unintentionally bring life into the world so a virus which is manageable these days is not a reason to take away the pleasure of raw sex between men!

  8. Thomas Alex Reply

    Safe sex is boring sex. If you are both negative, there’s no harm. Bareback is only dangerous if the other party has HIV/AIDS. But, if they’re undetectable your chances of contraction are reduced to 1%.

  9. Yago Reply

    En español, creo que las personas que trabajan en la industria del porno, como en todo trabajo, cuentan con sus herramientas o medios de trabajo, en este caso en particular sus genitales, sus cuerpos en general. Para que esa herramienta de trabajo se mantenga útil, debe cuidarse, por loque si la opcion es realizar las escenas bareback entonces debe ser muy cuidadoso con sus relaciones sexuales tanto frente como detras de las camaras, o sea, en sus relaciones de trabajo como en las relaciones intimas personales. Al final son responsables de su propia salud como la de su pareja sea ésta de trabajo o personal. Ahora, personalmente considero que decidir tener relaciones sexuales con o sin preservativo depende de que tanto conozca a la persona con quien tendre esa relacion, pues debo estar seguro que le interese su salud y mi salud. Ante todo debe prevalecer la responsabilidad, y si estoy de acuerdo que existen muchas conductas de riesgo para la salud que no se resume a lo sexual, conducir ebrio o drogado atenta contra la salud propia y de los demas, la violencia tan difundida en el mundo actualmente inclusive en los medios de comunicacion y que no es censurada atenta contra la salud desde el núcleo familiar, la poca o a veces nula colaboracion de los gobiernos para investigaciones que erradiquen totalmente enfermedades como el SIDA o el virus que la desencadena es no tener responsabilidad ante la poblacion. No les parece muy raro que desde que se descubrió la enfermedad aún no se haya erradicado?. Somos capaces de construir megaproyectos que nos envían fuera del planeta, megaproyectos que hacen hasta retroceder ríos, manipulamos los genes para decidir el sexo del bebé desde su concepción, pero aún despues de tanto avances médicos no han encontrado la respuesta final al VIH-SIDA y otras enfermedades de transmision sexual, porque?

  10. phil Reply

    It’s SIMPLE, the reason is a total disregard for health. HIV/AIDS is just not spoken of ENOUGH before insertion. yet everyone thinks about it deep inside, unless you’re just totally gone and you know you have AIDS and you don’t give a hoot which happens…….RIGHT?

  11. Myron Reply

    I am a little older then most of you today 45 to be exact. I must confess I did and see things most you wish for in life. In my day we got condoms stuffed in our shirt and pants pockets by the dozens, but deep down something was missing that I remembered long before this disease scare got hold of all our lives. It was the feeling of rawness between two gay men when they are having sex.The feelings of primal instinct taking over the body, mind and spirit of two gay individual at the most vulnerable part of intimacy and letting go to it. I remember the dammed if I do and the dammed if I don’t feeling. All in all I was doing what I was created for, “Men having sex with men,” the choice is yours I don’t judge my brothers whom I love.
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