My First Known Poz Load

I knowingly took my first poz load just a week after my beloved Pilgrim Theater had been closed in 1995 to make way for yet another downtown parking lot that eventually became a high rise. There had been rumors for months that the place was closing, but no one paid that much attention to them. After all, the theater had been there for 70 years and I even heard it was being considered as a historic landmark (maybe JFK got blown there).

So with much sadness I went to the theater known only as the Art Cinema. This is actually where I lost my virginity on that February day in 1981. I had stopped going once I discovered that the Pilgrim was much more fun. However, with nowhere else to go, I returned to the place where my sex life began.

The first thing that struck me was an over whelming sense of nostalgia. The place had not changed in a decade. In fact, I saw many of the same regulars that I ran into when I was in my 20s. So to stay in the mood, I went into the bathroom stall I used to frequent. I was amazed to find it still had a door.

I pulled out a joint and some poppers and proceeded to relax and wait to see if there was any decent cock in the place. After only about 15 minutes a black guy (no, not the same black guy) came buy. I remembered him from the Pilgrim as a fellow bareback pig. How did I know? Easy, because I had tasted fresh loads while eating his ass on more than one occasion. He had even pissed all over me once in the Pilgrim's bathroom.

He looked about as lost as I felt, but he brightened up when he saw someone he recognized. He came into the stall and announced he had to piss, but because of the cramped confines he wanted to piss in my mouth instead of all over my face, beard, and fat belly. Since I was very much into piss then (it was before I was diagnosed with acid reflux…middle age sucks), that was no problem at all and he let loose with a very rank load of piss down my throat. I lustily swallowed and gurgled, reveling in being the pig's pig.

Then I asked if he had any loads in his ass. Luckily, he had been barebacked by two black guys in the other bathroom. Unluckily, the stall was too small for me to get a good angle to eat his butt. I should have thrown caution to the wind and opened the stall door so he could bend over fully for a proper munching and felching. After all, neither of us were shy about such things. But since I had not been in the theater for the eight or nine years, I opted for a bit of discretion. I did give it the old college try and got a taste of the strangers who had used him earlier.

What happened next surprised me. I had always assumed he was a strict bottom when it came to sucking and fucking, but after he finished using me as a urinal, he asked if I wanted some cum. I simply said "My mouth or my ass" but unlike the gangbang troll from earlier, he said "Your ass". So I proceeded to get him hard and what looked like a small prick became quite sizable when erect.

At that point I got up to bend over the toilet. While I was in mid turn I asked matter-of-factly "You poz?" and he said flatly and with a Latino accent I hadn't noticed before "Yah, does it matter?" I answered by completing my turn and assuming the position. I began sniffing and huffing poppers while he fucked me for the next five minutes until he blew his dirty load into me hungry hole. As he pulled up his pants, I sat down again and shot all over myself. I had finally graduated from sex pig into a full-fledged bug chaser.

Of course, I was very freaked out afterwards, not so much by what he had done, but that I let him do it. It also turned me on mightily, becoming to this day my all-time favorite jack-off memory.

I ran into him again a few years later on Manhunt. At first I didn't recognize him, he had become much thinner and now definitely looked poz. However, once we were naked his outtie belly button jogged my memory. I didn't mention it at first but after he pissed down my throat, sat on my face, and poz fucked me I brought it up. Apparently, he remembered me just as fondly as I did him. I was the first person to knowingly take his poz load and he jerked off to that memory all the time. To thank me, he peed in my mouth once more and left.

Brian The Pig Boy

Not long after this, I met one of my long-time and favorite fuck buddies whom I had affectionately dubbed “Brian The Pig Boy.”

He had responded to one of my phone ads that succinctly stated I was a pig looking to play with other pigs. I remember when he called I thought he would never show. He just seemed like a total ditz. Well, Brian did prove to be a ditz...and a blond one at that...but he also showed up.

I was a little disappointed that first time because it ended up me topping Brian instead of the other way around. However, I had never met a more suckable, hairy hole. He even liked it when I chewed on his butt ring ever so lightly. Some guys really like this, a lot do not, but Brian loved it so much he even added it to his own rimming repertoire.

Brian also loved to talk about his sexual adventures, a fetish of mine I rarely got to enjoy. As you might gather, the Pilgrim was not noted as a place for extended conversations, though I did get a number of tips on tomato gardening and cooking with fresh herbs. I also discovered he was as much of a barebacker and butt muncher as I was, just a few years behind.

And as it turns out, even though I did not get plugged like I wanted, Brian was a great little fuck. After eating, fingering, and fisting his hole for about an hour, he just sat on top and ground away until I had one of the strongest, longest, and loudest orgasms of my life. I shot so hard and so much Brian both felt and heard it squirt inside him.

Well, I didn't hear from Brian for several months, but he finally called at about 2:00 am one summer night. Apparently, he was dating someone who was the jealous type, but said he wanted to get together again and fuck me. That eventually happened a couple of months later after he broke up with his beau and I had moved into a new apartment. I finally got that load I had wanted so bad.

Brian and I began playing with each other regularly, maybe every two or three weeks, though sometimes more often and sometimes much less. As we got to know each other, we soon discovered we were both burgeoning bug chasers. We both loved slutting around and bring the loads back for each other to eat...Brian had an uncanny knack of knowing when I was carrying cum. At that time, I was hooking mostly through the phone lines and the Internet while Brian, being thinner and younger than myself, had better luck at the baths. It really turned both of us on that we were collecting possibly poz loads for each other.

About three years after we met, Brian called me a hot, muggy June evening and wanted to play. We hadn't seen each other in a few months because Brian... who coincidentally enough also worked for a phone sex line...was now living in New York City part of the time. Well, after he arrived and we lit up a joint, he tells me that he's been getting fucked and fisted by a bunch of poz guys in NYC.

I had always loved taking Brian's load before since he was such as complete pig, but now I had a fever for them. We started out as we usually did with my eating his ass. I had built a rim seat out of an old wooden toilet seat and it proved to be our favorite toy, given that we were both devoted butt munchers and load felchers. So I began worshipping his tainted jizz taking hole for its brazen pigginess and daring.

After that, Brian began to work me open. First he rimmed me, but instead of the gentle nibbling I was used to, he really chewed on my ass ring, making it all red and puffy. Actually, I had to have him back off he would bite so hard. Though I'm a pig, I'm not particularly into any deliberate pain.

While I owned the rim seat, Brian's contribution to the toy chest was an 18-inch double-ended black dildo. He covered that thing with Crisco and roughly shoved it up my ass, pushing, twisting, and corkscrewing until I took over half. Then, at my request, he ripped it out of me. I just love the feel of that long piece of black rubber being roughly pulled from my hole.

Now it was time for me to take his now probably poz load. He shoved his very average cock into and began fucking. To tell the truth, I was a bit sore/numb from the biting and dildo work that I didn't feel all that much. However, knowing that he had been letting poz guys use him for months drove me wild.

After maybe 10 minutes Brian began moaning. Now this was a new thing. Though Brian loved to talk he was not particularly noisy. I, on the other hand, could wake the dead. With one final groan Brian's cock began to pulse and I felt his pig load enter me while I shot all over the towel beneath me. Being a sex pig is not the same as being a slob.

Generally, Brian would leave after he came. However, this time we just continued playing. We took a breather to toke some and let the load soak in. Then, he shoved the dildo back into me, twisting it around to rub his questionable cum into my ass walls. Then it was back to the rim seat for more chewing.

We did this for quite a while and I was hoping he would get hard and fuck me again. Meanwhile, I came several more times. Sadly, Brian is really only a one shot wonder and we eventually called it a night.

Brian and I managed to hookup a few more times over the next year or two, each time with tales of more poz loads he had taken in NYC. Eventually, he moved to New York permanently and we fell out of touch. Wherever he is, I wish him well and an ass full of dirty cum.

Mike

After Brian left, it became harder and harder to find guys to bareback me. It's not that I wasn't getting fucked, but it was less frequent and though the guys might have been poz, most of them were likely not. First, all the indoor sex venues in Boston had closed and I have never been much for outdoor escapades. I was also in a relationship and didn't have the flexibility I used to time-wise. I was also approaching 40 and to the perennially young Boston population I was at an awkward age, not in my prime anymore but still too young to have any daddy appeal.

Since my pig sex life had slowed down, I became more desperate for loads from other cum pigs and poz guys to play with, so my phone ads and online profiles became correspondingly more specific and explicit.

In late 2000 I got an email from a guy named Mike. He had found one of my ads on a Yahoo! Group for chubby barebackers and their admirers...Mike being the latter and me being the former. We exchanged email for a week or two and finally made a date to meet at my place.

When he arrived, the first thing I noted was how skinny he was, practically gaunt. I have never been a person who had a thing for a particular "type" of guy, but I don't generally like very thin men...what I call The Kenny Loggins and David Bowie types. They leave bruises and I am always afraid I'll crush them, but I was stoned, horny, and very much in need of recreational pig sex.

So we started to smoke a little and early in our conversation he asked if I was poz because he happened to be. In fact, he was not only poz, but temporarily off of meds because of some other medical condition and his viral load was currently very high. He also told me his gaunt appearance was due to having gone full blown a few years earlier and never fully regaining his weight back.

I was blown away. After several years of phone and online ads I finally had a virulent poz guy seating in my Crate and Barrel upholstered rocker. I was so turned on I actually came in my gym shorts. Thankfully, I can cum several times under good conditions.

Since I do believe in and practice honest sex, I told him I didn't know my status and though I hadn't been tested in well over a decade, all my doctor said I suffered from was encroaching middle age. I also admitted to being fucked by a several poz guys and lots of strangers and fellow pigs.

This bothered us both. He wasn't into conversion scenes and I was concerned about my partner. However, the grass and our cocks soon over road our guilt and we got it on.

First thing Mike wanted was to see my fat ass. So I dropped my now soggy gym shorts and mooned him from the couch. He came over to me and spread my cheeks and unceremoniously shoves his face up my crack. Wow, I hadn't been rimmed so well since I had last hooked up with Brian. Mike knew all these tongue tricks and probably could manage the much fabled task of knotting a cherry stem without using his hands.

Mike then suggested we retire to the bed. He put me on all fours did some more of those tongue tricks on my hole. Then after I was wet and open he slipped his very nice, seven-inch cock into me. Jeez, not only could he rim, but Mike turned out to be a terrific top too. He changed positions and tempos, and judged his actions by my moans. Turns out Mike was the rarest of chubby chasers, the chubby pleaser.

After about 15 minutes of churning up my insides with his cock, Mike let loose in me while pile driving my ass. I knew it was not a huge load because he had admitted to jerking off the night before, but it was still poz and wicked dirty. After a couple of jerks, I shot like a fountain.

Greg

After Mike I was fucked by several more poz guys in quick succession over a couple of months, even was fucked by two different poz guys in under a 24 hour period. Greg was the last of these and was everything I liked: poz, hairy, sleazy, and not too bright. Actually, he was dumb as the proverbial post.

I had actually met Greg several years before on one of the phone lines. He had just been dumped by his girlfriend and was in need of sex and solace. Again, I didn't think he'd show, but he did and it turned out to be one of the most memorable sex weekends of my life.

You see, Greg is one of those mutants with a freakish capacity to cum. And like Brian and Jim, he also had one of sweetest, hairiest asses that's ever been my pleasure to lick. One Saturday night he came twice, both times in my ass and interspersed with lots of rimming and sucking. On Sunday night he amazingly came ten times in about two hours: four times in my ass, four times while being rimmed, once in my mouth, and once just jerking off. I came five times myself and actually barebacked Greg twice, though he didn't take my loads.

This weekend was also notable because I smoked coke for the first time, though all it did was make me jittery.

Greg and I hooked up again a few weeks later, that was just for some ass eating since I had a dinner date and was in a hurry. However, after about four years I found him again on the phone line. We didn't recognize each other at first, though when he told me he could cum a lot I was suspicious. It's just too rare a quality. But he told me he was poz and would cum in me, so I was not going to quibble over identity.

When he arrives…very late. mind you…it turns out to be Greg. He had gained a lot of weight, his girl friend had pozzed him and threw him out, and he was now homeless. But he still had the same tasty ass and sexual stamina and his "down and out" state turned me on even more.

Since I knew he liked to party and I hadn't smoked coke in nearly two years, I decided to pop for some favors. This was my big mistake.

We decided to go to his place because my partner would be home in a few of hours and I wanted to take my time milking load after load out of Greg's charged cock. Greg was actually staying with some elderly friend in some assisted care facility in the South End and she was currently in the hospital undergoing some tests. He called his connection and the stuff arrived after about 30 minutes.

We began smoking and I began itching to take off our clothes and get to some down and dirty rimming and fucking. But the coke had made Greg paranoid and he didn't want to play in his friend's place. He told me he knew a guy with a brown stone in Back Bay who would party and play with us. So we gathered up our stuff and left, but only after I made Greg show me his hairy ass and hole. I don't know why I just didn't shove my face up his ass, but I didn't. Mistake number two.

So there I was very stoned, way buzzed, horny as hell, and frustrated. To make matters worse, it had started snowing and it was very slippery and we had about a mile to walk. I was not having a good time and when we finally arrived at his friends place...guess what...he wasn't home. At this point I had just about had it. I told him I was going home, but we could hookup the next day. He agreed and the last thing I told him before hailing a cab was not to smoke the stuff until we're together. I don't know why I didn't take the stuff with me...after all I had paid for it...but again I didn't. Mistake number three.

To cap off the evening, when I got home I discovered I had lost my keys at Greg's and had to wait in the cold and snow for my partner to let a very sheepish and wasted me in. If you're keeping track, that makes mistake number four. My biorhythms were way off.

Greg arrived at my house at 10 o'clock the next morning after my my partner went to work. He told me he had picked up a guy who drove him over and who wanted to play and party with us. All I had to do was contribute $250! I looked at him in shock and asked what happened to the stuff we bought last night.

Apparently, Greg got picked up by some black transvestite prostitute and they had smoked about $300 worth of my drugs while he/she used Greg's ass as a cum dump. At that moment, I didn't care that he was poz, could cum more frequently than Big Ben chimes at noon, and had a couple of pig loads floating in him. I threw him and his sorry, homeless, used ass out. After all, even a sex pig has limits and at this point it was pretty obvious this scene was simply not meant to happen.

After he left I decided a hot shower would calm me down since I was angry and still a bit wired from the previous night's chemicals. When I stepped out of the tub, my doorbell was ringing. I assumed it was just another 17 year old Mormon "Elder" trying to convert me again. I was in just a pissy enough mood to enjoy playing with a Mormon boy's head so I went to the door wet and dressed only in gym shorts. Given my size, beard, and long, curly hair, I must have looked like "The Wild Man for Borneo".

Turned out it was an apologetic Greg. He had gotten rid of the guy (actually, the guy probably threw him out of the car when he found out Greg had no cash) and wanted to fuck me to make amends.

Honestly, I was no longer really up for it, but I did want that dirty load. So I turned on some straight porn (Greg's favorite) and we smoked some grass. Eventually, he got hard from the porn and I shoved the coffee table out of the way. He then fucks me raw in my own living room while watching some guy eat pussy on the TV. After about five minutes he quietly came. I asked him if he enjoyed giving me his charged load and it turns out I was the first person he had shot in raw since discovering he was poz two years before.

Now you might think that given his capacity we spent the rest of the day fucking and I got enough poz loads up my ass to float the Titanic. Actually, I briefly rimmed and sucked him till he came again in my mouth, and then in order to get rid of him I bought him a pizza, gave him some dry socks (it was still snowing), arranged to get my keys back, and set him home. I simply had enough of him.

By the way, he stood me up the next day and I ended up having to change all my locks. On the good side, I gave up crack since that's how this whole fiasco began. I guess the moral of this story is that not all poz loads are worth the effort.