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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 always been a bottom, but during the 90's I was a good little pig and always made sure to use condoms. Anonymous sex really turns me on, and I spent a lot of time in public toilets sucking and being fucked. To be honest, I didn't really care what they looked like, although I have the hots for older daddies, as long as they had a nice stiff cock. During that time, I got to know a middle-aged Indian guy and we played a lot together and with other guys in the local toilets. I think he saw something in me, because he encouraged me to give myself more and more to anyone around, and kept talking about doing it bareback and how he knew I was really a dirty boy and I really wanted it. One night, he took me to a toilet near some playing fields. It was an old, brick block set back amongst some bushes. There was no light inside and I felt anxious as he led me towards the black doorway. Inside, it was quite small with a long urinal on one wall and two cubicles on the other. The only light was from an occasional passing car and I saw several shadowy figures standing quietly against the urinal. We went up and stood beside them and my friend unzipped my trousers and dragged my cock out. As he bent to suck me, I felt hands caress my arse through my jean and horny fingers squeezed the base of my cock. "Nice" I heard someone whisper, their stale breath behind my ear. The indian guy's fingers were on my belt as he sucked me, and suddenly he dragged my trousers and pants down. A finger ploughed between my cheeks, probing my hole. I was getting a bit scared. I couldn't see anything, and the hot, sweaty bodies closing in on me made me nervous. Suddenly, a bottle was thrust under my nose. "Take a deep sniff, kid." I sniffed the poppers, and the bottle was withdrawn. I felt giddy, warm, and relaxed. The Indian guy stood back and someone dragged my head forward and thrust a fat, slimey cock into my mouth. I was suddenly really horny and then some cold, slippery lube was applied to my mancunt and I thrust back to meet the scaley fingers. A forefinger ploughed up me, and I winced as the rough nail scratched me on the way in. "Man," came a whisper " He wants it bad." The indian said. " Give him the poppers and fuck his arse" The bottle appeared under my nose as I sucked. I sniffed, my head swam, and suddenly I felt a fat cock-head nosing into my cunt. I reached back and realised he wasn't wearing a condom! I started to rise, but a strong hand pushed my shoulders back down and a hoarse voice said "Easy kid, you know you want it." The cock pushed against my hole, and suddenly slid up me in a delicious, slippery rush. "Oh yeaah!" He said, his fat, hairy belly against my cheeks and his cock buried to the hilt. What was I doing! How could I let some stranger I couldn't even see fuck me bare? But his cock started to slide in and out of me, and it felt so good I could only groan with pleasure. "Give him the poppers" he breathed and more fumes filled my nose. His thrusts were deep and urgent and I realised he wasn't going to pull out. No! I shouldn't do this! But it felt soooo good and so wrong that the excitement was unbelieveable. Suddenly, his whole body spasmed and shook and he gasped "cumming!" as he spurted in me. WHAT HAD I DONE? He could be poz! The Indian guy's face was next to mine and he whispered. "There you go. His spunk's in you now." I heard a low chuckle and the man said. "Yeah, knocked him up good!" I felt my blood run cold and yet it felt so dirty, so incredibly sexy that I just remained bent over, my hands on the cold wet wall as the indian guy said "I knew you wanted it!" I felt his hands reach over and spread my arse cheeks. I couldn't see a thing it was so dark, and yet , and yet... " Who's next" He whispered. A short, fat cock slid into me and fucked me quickly in short, urgent thrusts and in seconds it swelled and spurted in me. I was lost, literally giving myself to the darkness as my indian friend stroked my face and whispered encouragement as cock after cock bred me until the sperm ran out of me..... 10

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.