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I have wanted nothing else except for full blown AIDS for at least the last 5 years. Everything else has been secondary to my desire to get AIDS. Promotion at work, new car, new apartment... None of it meant anything to me at all. AIDS is even more important to me than my friends and my family. They don't understand why I want this and they never will either. I know that after I succeed at getting AIDS nothing will ever be more important than it is until the day I die. The only thing that even comes close to being as important as AIDS is slamming meth. I don't just want AIDS when I'm high though, I want it completely sober too. I think about getting AIDS all day every day and hope that the next day brings me a little closer to getting AIDS. I have met a few men that understand my need to get AIDS because they need it just as much. These men will become my new friends and family because of our shared desire for AIDS. Most of them are already POZ, some are in their 20s others over 40. We all know that getting AIDS is the only thing that will complete us on every level. I can actually talk to them about AIDS and get support instead of judgement. Once I get infected with the 100% med resistant AIDS strains I am going to assist my brothers with getting AIDS too. I want to get my ass bred full of toxic loads from a hot wasting AIDS top pig who is rough and verbal. Not as much as I want him to give me multiple slams filled with super strong meth hits and blood fresh from his vein and directly into my veins. I want as many slams like this from every AIDS pig I meet as I can get. Both of us knowing that blood slams help guarantee that the strength and power of the strains they've given has a easier way to infect my body with his AIDS. His total med resistance able to make reinfect me and make me resistant to all HIV meds without question or doubt.

I have been plenty of blogs and posts on rules for this and that in relation to being a good bottom. I have long believed it always takes that special top, one who likes slutting out his boys, one who likes to control a bottom both sexually and mentally, to create bottoms that not only embrace their inner slut and enjoy it totally, but crave cock and cum forever after they have been taken on the descent to where every sensation in their body is connected to their holes. In my own case, I always felt like I wanted to be a whore, imagined it, but was actually a very vanilla fuck and a bit prissy with it until I met Steve. He recognized my inner slut immediately and relished taking total control of my pathway to slutdom and conversion. Each week the rules got broader and stricter at the same time. From one on one sex we went to threesomes, moresomes, then gangbangs, from negative to positive the conversion was seamless as he had total control of me by the time he arranged my conversion party and I was looking forward to it. The rules for a bottom were strict - but they also took care of every sexual desire you had and you became immersed in a world of cock and cum, a world that you would never escape from long after the relationship with Steve had finished. His rules and beliefs were simple. 1. A bottom should never reject stiff cock or cum off any top. 2. He would pick all of the tops to fuck me and totally supervise my sex life. 3. I was never allowed to play with myself during sex with other men. I recall once I started to masturbate while a top was fucking me and he went ballistic. So he took to tying me to the cross before group sessions and putting on a leather glove, making me cum and using it as lube for the first cock to fuck me. 4. I was always butt plugged after sex sessions to keep seed in me at his pleasure. He loved using other men's seeds to fuck me on what he called "the silk trail." 5. I had to clean every top's cock and balls after a fuck until they pulled their cocks away. 6. I was to get fucked in whatever position the top wanted. 7. I was often blindfolded in group sessions so I got totally used to getting off on cock and seed, not the aesthetics 8. I was to keep myself in order to be fucked all the time - a stringent personal hygiene regime - as in many instances I was onlt given 15 or 20 minutes notice that he had invited a top or tops over the fuck me. 9. I was never to ask a top to hurry up and cum. 10. I was taught to enjoy the slut I had become. Those rules made my descent so much easier - I may well have found my way there myself - but I would have missed out on an awful lot of beautiful cock and creamy seed as a result as I would have taken a lot longer to reach the point of no inhibition.

I am 29 right now and have been chasing AIDS since I was 24... I really wish that I had been successful at getting AIDS years ago when I first began chasing AIDS. I'd probably look like a AIDS pig should after nearly 5 years with the med resistant strains doing their work on my body. I know that I would have gotten the diagnosis and proof I got the full med resistance that my AIDS pig had to share. Just thinking about it makes my current attempts to get infected with AIDS all the more important to succeed and get AIDS now. I think I am better prepared for the lifestyle change that is coming once I get AIDS now. I want it much more than ever before and have plans in place to make it happen. My friends and family are less of a concern to me after I get AIDS and start becoming more toxic every day. There's not going to be any reason I'd regret this or want to back out of my decision to get infected with AIDS for once and for always. I am more open to getting other infections along with AIDS and never treating them as well.

After a while I think it started to bother him our having sex together, and at the end of that summer we went to West Virginia with our Grandma and spent several weeks there waiting for our Mom to take us back to Colorado after her business was concluded. We didn’t get much time to be alone, so we didn’t get to have sex, but the last time we did do it for several years it was hot and kinky! Mom showed up eventually and we were going to leave in a day or two and Grandma and her wanted to spend time together so they went shopping in town. My brother and I were both horny, I don’t think we had jacked off separately in weeks, so as soon as they were gone I was on my knees pulling my siblings pee dee out of his plaid shorts and mouthing it all over. He was more enthusiastic than he had been lately, and while I was kneeling I dropped my shorts to play with my boner as I sucked him up to his hairless pubes he was humping my face hard and fast. I didn’t want to get my lips any more bruised so I got up and walked over to Grandmas bed and rolled back onto the edge of it with my legs spread and my ankles up in the air. We were both pretty clumsy and anxious because he lined his dick up with my hole and shoved it partway into my young little asshole without any lubrication and I yelled and shoved him back off of me, cursing him because it hurt so badly! I apologized right away because I knew it hurt him and his feelings, but all there was in the house was some Jergens Hand Lotion, so after I got him hard again I greased up my butt with it, resumed my position on the side of the bed, and he stood next to the bed and slid himself into me, nice and slow this time. God it felt good to have him inside me again, humping away and holding my ankles up around his shoulders, letting my brother grind his cock inside me, and I could only play with myself for a minute or two at a time so I wouldn’t cum until he did. He keep fucking me, and after a bit he said he had to go to the bathroom to pee, but I wasn’t going to waste a second so I told him to go ahead and pee inside my ass; as soon as I did he let go and I could feel my bowels fill with his hot piss. He had to really go and he always had a huge bladder full, so it felt like 10 minutes as he poured his urine into me. Mom used to give me enemas all the time years earlier so I was very experienced being on the “receiving end” of one, but it felt like a lot more fluid than the old fashioned red rubber douchebag held was distending my colon, and it was so much warmer too! He managed to stay hard throughout (which I’m sure made draining his bladder inside of my ass that much more time consuming), and when he was done he asked if I wanted up to go the bathroom, to which I said I really didn’t want to and that I wanted him to fuck me just like I was. He just smiled and started fucking me, although he told me he wasn’t going to pull out because he said it would cause a big mess, and I agreed because I could feel it trickle out my assring around his cock as it was. My belly full of his piss was sloshing audibly as he worked himself into me, and even though he wasn’t sliding in and out his jabbing cock against my prostate made me leak all over. It was only a few minutes after he had used me as his human urinal when suddenly he moaned and said he was getting off because his weenie was so hot in his pee. I grabbed myself and started furiously rubbing to catch up with him but before I could go he stopped and said he was being pushed out of me because he had finally gone soft. Now the hard part began; as he pulled out of me a bunch of pee dribbled out of my asshole before I could clamp it tight, running down the edge of Grandmas white bedspread (go figure, white) with a big yellow streak. When I saw that I panicked and all horniness went right out of me, I didn’t even go shit out my bellyful but instead grabbed up the spread (fortunately it didn’t soak through to the blanket underneath) and ran and threw it into the washer. My brother had already gone and put his clothes on (I always did the laundry for Mom anyway) so I ran with mine to the bathroom and shut the door. I knew I had time to wash and dry the evidence because they were going to be visiting relatives besides shopping, so I squatted over the commode without sitting down on it and let my brothers hot pee blast its way out of my body, beating my meat furiously with the lotion to get off before my bowels were completely drained. I strained four huge torrents from within my stomach past my prostate and then my sphincter as my climax built up, my hand making a wet smacking noise as it flew around the end of my cock, and my asshole clenched keeping the rest of my brothers DNA and piss within my bloated tummy while I came. I shot load after load on the wall opposite the commode and it ran down the blue tile in rivulets of teenage semen, it hurt so good as I came so hard. I sat down on the toilet, a mess allover and bore down to expel what was left of my siblings juices and pisswater inside me, and the fear of knowing Mom and Grandma would return gripped me, I showered quickly and got the bedspread washed and dried in plenty of time for them to return. They wondered why we were so hungry and sleepy when they got back, and we both spent the rest of the evening laying on the floor and the couch, my asshole tingling from the delicious warm feeling in my bowels from my brothers’ pee.

So this is my first post, and I think it's a pretty hot one: I live in a house with two roommates and both are straight. Not at all into dudes, although they're cool with me being gay. It's a bit of a frat house thing going on, all between 25-30. So one of them has been banging this new girl recently. She's over late at night for booty calls, really pretty, a bit of a moaner. My roommate must pound her pretty good, she comes over often enough. Anyway, it was my turn to take out the garbage the other day and I go to empty the waste bin in the bathroom. The bin slipped out of my hand as I was dumping it into a larger garbage bag and a bunch of used (4 in total) condoms fly out all over the floor. Kind of turned me on. I opened one up and rolled the semen around on my hand a bit, let the gooey white ooze coat my fingers. I didn't know how old it was, I really wanted to lick it all up but I didn't know if it was a health hazard at that point (feel free to tell me if it is or not, I welcome your opinions lol) I decided it was probably safer to just chuck em out and wait for a fresh one. So the next time she came over I heard their usual bedroom routine and his door opened and off he went to the bathroom. A few minutes later he came back out and headed back into his room for the night after saying goodbye to her. Immediately afterward I went to the bathroom. Low and behold, there was a freshly tied off condom rolled up in a ball of toilet paper in the waste bin!! So I cut the condom open and poured it into my hand. I was worried it would taste like latex, but it actually didn't - so I lapped the whole puddle of cum out of my hand and licked it clean. So fucking hot. He has a pretty salty load, really thick, mostly white and spermy. I went straight to bed after and shot the hugest load all over myself just thinking about it. So today, she was over in the morning. I guess because he's on afternoon shift. So they both left at the same time and I had the place to myself. I didn't hear them fuck, but I figured I'd check again anyway. There was another ball of paper in there! I got a little more kinky this time. I dunno, maybe I went a little over board, but I was still so horny from the last one I thought this time I'd put it in my ass. I have this syringe I used to use to refill my printer ink. No needle, just a 4ml syringe. So I cut the condom open and sucked up a full load of his cum and slide it into my ass. I shot it right in there as deep as I could go without losing the syringe. There was more left in the condom so I kept going until it was all in. I figure about 9mL. Then I went and jacked off again while fingering my ass... it felt all sloppy. I think this might become a regular thing. I'm just hoping he never goes into the garbage for some reason and finds the condoms missing. That would probably be the end of our friendship and being roommates lol. What do you guys think? I'm already hard again thinking about it. My straight roommates load is still in there right now. Fucking hot.