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Hey AIDS Bro's in Los Angeles !! Taking it all into my body man...getting as diseased possible and craving another AIDS toxic buddy !! Off meds for 3 + years and have lots of STD's to share and swap with other TOXIC Bro's. Total Darkside pig with a good body and lots of wannabe's here craving taking my cum and blood but few TOXIC AIDS buds like us!!! WOOOF Dale

So, after high school I entered the Army. Tough time for a confused young man. Like I noted in part I, the military was very anti-gay at the time. Doing anything that would reveal my tendencies would have created major problems; they were still doing Article 15's for homosexuality, then. And it was tough, too. So many good looking guys! Then when I was 20 I got shipped to Germany. Oh boy. First, the barracks were old, former German Army barracks from WWII, which meant communal showers. There I am, every morning after calisthenics with 30 other swinging dicks. Some mornings it was all I could do not to pop wood. But the best thing about Germany was the porn. This is 1985, VHS is the height of consumer video and the Internet? But there were tons of porno theaters! And the types of porn were....comprehensive, at least to my beginner's eyes. Gay porn was very popular and no one wore condoms. Watersports were often part of the "plot" of any given film and, as far as I can tell, the Germans pioneered shaved genitals. I was in heaven and spent as much of my free time as possible "on the economy", sitting in darkened porno theaters, jerking off. That's where I had my first real gay experience, when an older man came over, sat down next to me, reached over and jerked me off. I soon learned the rules and customs of these places: mutual masturbation was OK, oral sex in the bathrooms only. I sucked two or three dicks a night, two or three times a week on a good week, usually less but as much as I could! Eventually, this guy I'd blown a few times invited me to a private club (I spoke OK German by then). It was like a bath house, really but I didn't know much about them. Anyway, that's where I had my first anal. Yes, it hurt and, yes, I did it twice that night. Paid for a week while my bunghole bled slightly for four days and was sore the whole time but by the end of the week I was ready for more. I spent the rest of my tour in Germany pretty much having sex as often as I could, bareback of course. Looking back, this was when HIV was really starting to be a problem and it's a wonder I didn't catch anything. Drunks and fools, I guess.... Got out of the Army in '87, got a job and was going to school part time. I was very busy with my life for the next two years and except for some light flirting with a couple guys in school I went back to solo action, with the addition of some toys, magazines and videos. It was a 2 year dry spell, especially compared to my time in Germany! I was still conflicted about being gay. I was 24 and closeted and still trying to convince myself I liked women. I often wish I hadn't been raised in such a conservative environment. My early life would have been much different if I could have come out as a teen. I definitely wouldn't have gotten married.

Tina kicked my ass. We became a scary couple as we twisted up together. I loved Tina, my best friend and soul mate. She was a fine companion and an even better teacher: She taught me I could have Awesome Sex; Freedom from Depression; and Handle Any Danger or Fear. Tina told me I was so Cool; I was in control of everything and I had complete acceptance of being me. However, Tina brought me to meet scary and dangerous people who were not recreational users: People who no longer cared about themselves and would do anything for Tina; People with guns who would shoot you for looking at them funny; People who were into Torture; People who were Never Responsible; and who were Emotional Vampires. The scariest revelation was I could be any or all of the scary people if I continued to use. She told me I could no longer be happy unless I gave Tina more and more of myself to her. She told me it would be horrible to lose her. I stopped giving myself to her because with her I started to I feel terrible fear and distrust of every good thing in life. So I took gave more of myself to Tina and I started hearing cell phones ring when they were not and I saw shadows leaning in to get me. I ws running in a circle of despair and I had to break free. I started getting call and Instant messages from friends. They told me I would be fine and they would show me the way. Tina knew about my friends and told she would ruin me: You will wallow in misery without me; you will know depression so intimately you will pray to die; and you will do anything to let me take over your life. I made a break for my friends. Tina had tried to tie me in knots but I ran to people who gave up drugs and alcohol completely. They knew the bitch all to well and said I could do it. I just had to keep wanting to be away from Tina completely. I am now 4 days sober. I had my first sleep on Tuesday night after being up for 3 days. Now, I sleep and it is the best sleep ever. Before I got some sleep I was fearful, crying, anxious, and told friends I was scared to go to AA or Crystal Meth Anonymous Meetings. CMA. I can think again and I have to avoid fantasizing about slams. I will start feeling the meth in me and want to raise my arms up as if I had done a slam and I am waiting for the cough. I actually pray to be protected from my thoughts. and meth in general. If I don't pray, the meth fantasies feel like they are happening right now if I don't ask to be released from these. I run to rational and spiritual thoughts for protection. I know now I cannot go back to Tina. 90% of users are addicts and I have become one. I can never go back and use without consequence.

His day to day life was pretty normal. At least everyone thought. He had a man who he shared his life with for a few years now and they were a happy couple talking about marriage and maybe even a family. Their friends and family always said that they were the model couple for both str8 and gay people. He had a very bad habit of fucking around on the side. There was some sort of need built into his genes that made him want to coax a married str8 guy to take his raw cock. The thrill of seducing an otherwise faithful guy into a steamy sex scene with no protection was a thrill he could barely contain his bone while thinking of it. He loved to deep seed those guys too. He prided himself on being just that sort of gay man who could interests guys regardless of their preferred sexual orientation. It wasn't just those stupid str8 guys that made him bone up. He loved to meet with the twinks with the new relationships. The ones who thought they met the boy of their dreams. Some sort of Disney princess fantasy boy who could never cheat on his usually twink boyfriend. Those boys made him growl with lust. Those twink boys who still used condoms with their new boyfriends and never actually felt a raw cock or cum in their tender cunts. Those were a true delicacy for his lusty appetite. His escapades never went home with him and home life continued to be the perfect picture it always was. One night after notching another "married" guy on his belt he ran into a dude who knew what his fetish was. The dude was something like a porn star with a perfect muscled body and a bit more ink than most guys have. His confidence and shared interest in cheating was a big thrill for our hero to learn about. What he didn't expect to find out from this dude was that he would be bottoming for him on a regular basis for the next few weeks. It was an experience that was new for him. It wasn't like he hadn't bottomed before but he rarely bottomed lately and almost never raw. The dude fucked him that first time and his cock was so fucking huge and perfectly shaped. This guy knew exactly how to move and pound that meat into a raw cunt to make it sing. He found himself craving another fucking from his newly found top. After a few months of daily fucks after work, his boyfriend began to notice that his cunt was a bit more stretched out than usual. He asked about it but it was not discussed or even acknowledged. It was easy for him to divert his boyfriend from his cheating ways by hammering the boy's cunt for an hour or so just to be sure that he was too worn out to question anything any further. He realized that he had become the guy he used to prey on.. He was seduced into being a cheater for his porn star dude. He was hungry for the cum that this man was saving for him each day. He was feeling a little bit ashamed of himself for being the faggot that he turned others into but it felt good being treated this way by his stud. After 4 months, the stud never showed again. Our hero was now empty and a little hungry for a good fucking. After being seen in dark rooms and bookstores, a lot of other guys knew that he took raw cock pretty well. So he sampled the cock around for a few days just to find that right feeling. He finally gave up and went home. He figured he'd take a few weeks to get himself together and then get out there and find a new crop of men to disrupt. His boyfriend was at home with a piece of mail from the doctor. He was poz. He was sad and told our hero that he was probably infected from an afternoon indiscretion he had a few months ago with a stranger. He was so ashamed of himself and told our hero that he would be so guilty if he pozzed him. Of course our hero was more than thrilled to find out that he was poz. Not so much because of his ability to lay a lot of guilt on his boyfriend's affair. but imagining all of those str8 men going home to their wives and girlfriends... maybe those guys who fucked their own kids in private and all of that mess that would be revealed because he stealthed them totally by accident. He had a huge dripping boner thinking about his poz daddy stud man while they finished the bio-hazard ink on top of his shaved cock. He never bothered to ask or even think about why the stud had it and now he wanted to be just like him. He wondered how he could fuck his own younger brother......

When I first met Dean we were in outpatient rehab. I was there for my own needs. He was there because his job as a state trooper required it. And as always. I hooked up with him day one. Dean is one of the greatest guys I know. He has walked into my home and watched me fuck my sons and watched them fuck each other. When he fucked me, he always let the boys sit on the bed and watch his very long cock go in and out of me. He never had sex with those boys. They both asked him if he wanted to and I told him I was ok because I trusted him. He said they were my sons to fuck and eventually we both shared own growing up stories with our brutal fathers. We both had tales that seemed unreal but we both knew were the reality. My dad pimped me out as a teen. His dad fucked him in the living room while all the neighbors watched. One day he asked me about my status. I sort of smiled. I told him that I was poz for many years and my sons were too. He said that he was relieved but also was a little bit disappointed because he had learned about bug chasing. He suggested that he wanted to know what it was like to breed someone who really wanted it. I told him that I was more intrigued by stealth breeding because I was poz and made a decision before I even tested that i would share the wealth. He told me that he was turned on by his wrong that sounded and then confided that the idea of arresting some muscle stud and jailing him long enough to breed him was a huge fantasy. So, I told him that exclusively taking my str8 son's teenage cherry and seeding him three times a day for over a year until his fever fuck was something I always thought about. He looked at me and his brow went up. He said that is so nasty Mikey. In even imagining doing that to my son if I were allowed to see him. He lost custody of his son because of his drug problems. Later he admitted that he was caught naked with the kid in the bath tub teaching the boy to suck his cock. Luckily, troopers can do anything and get over it. That's why his dad fucked him in the front window. When he told me that he fantasized about breeding his own son. I told him that I knew that it had to be done to my sons because I wanted them to breed too. He said "you didn't poz your son, did you?" I smiled and said "fuck yeah and someday I'll tell them about it but they don't even know yet. He fucked me so hard after that. The next week I convinced him to throw out his meds and I took him to a breeding party. He took my oldest son out for his 16th birthday(the kid looked eighteen when he for a year already). He brought the kid to a sleazy bath house in Newark. Then he taught my son how stealth. That's why I love the state troopers! My son's oldest son is going to be fucked and introduced to his father's thick seed. He will be fucked but not loaded until he finally gets so turned on my getting knocked up by his hot daddy. That's when he will become his daddy's little boy. Dean finally fucked and pozzed his adult son. The boy wasn't into it but when your dad has a ten inch cock and a gun, you do as he pleases. Dean asked me how I became poz. So did my sons... Maybe I'll tell the tale next time. Just know that it's hot, sexy and immoral. Not to mention incestuous and included a slightly forced breeding or two...and about 5 str8 married men. We all know how married guys start out asking for a blow job and end up with their legs over your shoulders. But they never ask for condoms. <eg>