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I went to the cruising park on my lunch hour last night, it was kind of late so I didn't expect anyone to be there. There was one car parked in the back, by the baseball fields. I drove down the road and parked near the tennis courts, as I don't like to be sucking and fucking so close to the entrance. I got out of my car to take a leak, and the other car started to reverse back to where I was. I finished my business and watched as the occupant of the other vehicle got out and walked over to the base of a large light pole. I walked over to see what was up, and saw a young black kid in his 20's leaning against the pole stroking a 7 inch hardon. I got on my knees and started sucking that cock. He was liking it, as he put his hands on my head and started fucking my mouth. As that was going on I pulled my pants down and started playing with my ass, hoping he'd be interested in sticking this shaft up there. It worked, because after 5 minutes or so of pumping my mouth he stood up and got behind me. I grabbed the lube out of my pocket and squirted some on my hole, then bent over. He wasted no time in shoving his dick inside, raw just like I wanted. After a couple strokes he started to really get into it, grabbing the back of my jacket and really slamming his dick into me. It was almost a hate fuck, he was grabbing my jacket so tightly it was getting tight around my throat but I didn't want to do anything to stop this young stud from taking what he wanted. All of a sudden he yanked his dick out and was taking off behind some trees. I turned around and saw a car coming down the path. Dammit. I hung out by the light pole since there really wasn't really anything else to do. Fortunately the car took off, and the black youth was soon at my side. He pulled his half hard dick out of his sweats, but he didn't want me to suck it. Instead, he roughly pushed me back down against the concrete base of the light pole and started working his half hard tool up in me. A few dozen strokes got him back to full hardness and he resumed the assault on my ass. This was just what I needed, a stranger to just ravage my ass to get off inside. After about 5 minutes of pounding that's exactly what happened. He made the first noise at all, some loud grunts as she went balls deep and started unloading sperm into my ass. I could feel the throbbing as his dick puked out 6 or 7 shots of cum into me. He pulled out, pulled up his pants and walked back to his car. We never even spoke a single word.

In all my escapades I've practiced Safe Sex. I was always the one to bring the Poppers, Lube and CONDOMS. I'm versatile and enjoy playing both roles. On the Interstate is a Rest stop with two stalls connected by a Glory Hole so humungous you can rest your Butt against it and get serviced without a Queer entering your stall. It's safer that way. Nothing sadder than two Faggots getting hauled off by a Cop. One Saturday afternoon I was sitting in the stall waiting for anything in pants to appear. It seemed like an eternity before anyone came in. I was in the mood to get fucked—and had vowed not to go home till I got my deserts. The first guy was OK. He pissed, stroked his ManMeat, shoved It though the Glory Hole; and my Lips hungrily devoured his Tool. He groaned loudly as I nibbled his Balls. I passed him a Rubber and asked him to fuck me. I was already lubed up; and after a final sniff of my Poppers, backed onto his Dick. It took all of 5 minutes for him to blow, and he zipped up and left without removing the Condom. Hummmmmm, I mused. I’d have to try that one myself. I was still basking in the glory of my Conquest when another Dude took his place. This one was younger, thirtyish, and had a really nice Dick. I wondered how much convincing he'd take to fuck me. I puckered my lips, and had his long Tool down my throat in a flash. He pulled out and asked me to stick my Pole through the Hole. I slipped him a Condom instead. He unraveled it, and I backed up on his Shaft. He was fully inside me when—Shit!—a stranger came in. He withdrew and we both sat down waiting for the Intruder to leave. When we were finally alone, we resumed our love-making. But it felt different—hotter somehow. I reached back to make sure was wearing a Rubber. What I grabbed was bare Dick. Before I could react, he filled me with Spunk—three distinct shots up my Ass. Immediately I pulled off his Cock, and a few more blasts singed my Cheeks. Already his Jism was dripping out of my Pussy. I was shocked that he could have done such a thing—and exposed me to God-Knows-What STDs. Before I could ask him his Status, he bolted from the stall. From outside he bellowed, “WELCOME TO THE CLUB!" And he left. I tried to shit the rest of his Jism, then flushed the toilet. I soaked bathroom tissue in the fresh water entering the bowl and wiped my Hole. I wet my fingers and shoved them up my Ass to cleanse my Pussy of any leftover Spunk. Satisfied that I had cleaned up as best I could, I sat on the toilet, lamenting the nerve of some guys, when a third Dude came in. I heard him sniffling and clearing his throat, caught a glimpse of his Cock peeking out of his shorts, already a few drops of PreCum on the Slit. But I’d long since gone soft, my desire diminished; so I zipped up and left. I was on the road the next 3 weeks, crisscrossing the country, traveling for work, flying or driving or at some business address. At night in my hotel room, I'd speculate about the dirty Bastard who’d Cum inside me—and what exactly he meant by “Welcome to the Club.” Eventually I forgot the whole ordeal, as my natural promiscuity and sexual bent came to the fore; and I pursued the alluring delights of fucking and sucking. Of course, I made sure my partners were “properly dressed,” i.e., wore Condoms. Finally I returned to Reststop, but was nervous as hell. I wished I’d taken Viagra when a dude pressed his Ass to the Hole. His Cunt was all shiny with Lube. I ran my fingers over his Butt and inserted two fingers up his Pussy. They sailed in like a dream, and I began to imagine what my Cock would feel like in their stead. An erection was no longer my problem. I felt the partition flex slightly as he endeavored to dig his Ass further onto my digits. "Fuck me!” I ran the tip of my knob over his silky wet Pussy. He groaned when my Cock passed over his Hole. I unrolled a Condom, took a hit of my Poppers, and passed my sheathed Dick through the aperture. He slowly backed onto my Manshaft. He was fucking himself and milking me good. His hot, slimy, wet Pussy made the ManJuice boil up my Shaft. I plowed his Mancunt for all I was worth and before long filled the Condom with Cream. To my horror, the Condom had split. Goddamn It! That was all I needed. In disgust I ripped off the torn Rubber and flushed it down the toilet. I was about to apologize, when the Dude roared “Thanks for the Seed!” I was aghast. It was the same voice that had ”Welcomed me to the Club.” I was shocked that I could have been so naïve. I’d had no reason to suspect he was the same Fucker who’d Cum up my Ass. I was about to pursue him, when something in his stall caught my eye—a tube of Vaseline. Of course! That stuff would rot a Condom in no time. I picked it up, as a souvenir so to speak, and drove home. In less than a week, when I took a leak, it hurt like Hell. I went to the Clinic. After a few questions, I was told to lie down on the table and lower my jeans. Nonchalantly I lay back with my hands behind my head and let the Doc do his thing. He stuck a thin cotton swab down my Piss Slit. I yelped and jerked up my knees, narrowly missing his head. The swab was all green and sticky. He told me I had an infection. He placed it on a glass slide and said he needed a urine sample. It took me a good 20 minutes to piss painfully into the specimen cup. The Nurse gave me a shot of antibiotics and told me to return to the waiting room. A good hour passed before they called me again and direly announced I had “the Clap.” Treatment would be painless and easy—a few weeks on antibiotics. "Would you like an HIV test? We can have the results in an hour." Why not? I was taken to see a Counselor. Thirty minutes later a Nurse appeared with a syringe. The next hour was the longest of my life. Finally I was ushered back to the Exam Room. The Doctor was present along with the Nurse and the Counselor. The grim look on the their faces told all. I was numb. I was not only numb—I was POZ.After listening to the various treatment options, I went home. I took a vacation to try to get my life back on track. In less than a year I was back to my old tricks. Only it was I who fucked Bareback and took raw Cock up my Ass. What the hell! I had nothing to lose. I’d met a ton of POZ guys on the Net who led active and sometimes surreptitious sex lives—Chasers who always took Loads, and Givers who never pulled out. I had indeed embraced the clandestine “Club.” I went back at the Rest stop, hoping to meat the guy who had POZZED me. On my fifth trip I was sure it was him. He again fucked me Bareback; but before he could Cum, I turned round and put my Cock through the Hole. He slipped back on my Shaft. Within seconds, I unloaded in him. He was still riding my Rod when I proclaimed, "Thanks for the Invite." He shouted back, "You're Welcome, I’m sure!" And shot his POZ Load while my Cock was still in him. That time he didn't rush off, but waited for me outside. He was a Hunk, tall, 6'3", built; the last person on earth you'd suspect to be POZ . After an invitation to his house we began to see each other on a regular basis. We started to date, and eventually he moved in with me. He apologized for POZZING me—averring that along with the inconvenience of repetitive testing and expense of the Meds, came the privilege of unbounded sexual license. The funny thing was that he’d been POZZED the exact same way I was. He was just doing to me what had been done unto him. What Goes Around, Cums Around, as they say.

Glad you're enjoying. I think you'll like the next chapter coming soon. Not only will Brandon be adding his poz seed but several others will be joining in as well. Oink oink!

I was living in Nebraska and I went to visit my brother in NYC, I was 15 at the time and my brother took me to the Doctor and I was put on PrEP. I was still a virgin until I move to NYC when I turned 16. At the time the brother just turned Poz and so did his Bf. A few weeks later they both fuck me BB and still do as they are now both on meds and undetectable and I’m still negative.

I was there today and loved the place. Very friendly, great service, the ideal place for you to fuck with Germans, 90% of those who were there today were German. I was fucked for about 15 and took 5 loads. I highly recommend. I'm planning to go to Lab-Oratory tomorrow but I don't know if I'll be able to go, since Sunday I've been fucking and tanking about 7 load per day, my asshole is destroyed. Lol

Chapter 28 I was still in the middle of putting out the fire when I received a text from Brandon. 'Hey just checking in.' 'How were your sessions?' 'One was really interesting the other not so much.' 'That sounds about par for these conferences.' 'Do we have anything planned for tonight?' 'I've had a project come up that's going to keep me busy tonight. You okay on your own?' 'Yeah, I ran into Mike at the last session and he asked us to go to some gay dance club with him.' 'Sounds perfect. Tell him I'm sorry I can't go. Have fun and be safe.' 'Did you just tell me to have safe sex?' 'Ha ha, none of that nonsense! You know what I mean.' 'Yes dad.' 'Don't push it boy.' '😬' Okay so with Brandon taken care of for the evening if I could just finish up this work mess I could get back to the really important stuff. Don't you hate it when work gets in the way of you destroying a new sub's pussy. I finally wrapped things up with work. It had been almost three hours since I left my newest plaything when I finally knocked on his door. This would be a good test for him as I told him I expected to be back two hours ago. Part of me wondered if he'd answer the door at all, I was worried for nothing. It took less than thirty seconds for the door to open. He stepped to the side and let me in immediately assuming the position. His little nub of a cock sticking straight up. I grabbed his pathetic excuse of a dick and squeezed. "Have you been hard the whole time I've been gone boy?" "No sir, I got hard when you knocked on the door." Damn this boy was so hot. "Did you play with yourself?" "I've just been fingering my hole sir, I haven't touched my penis." "You don't get hard when you've got things in your cunt?" "No sir, I'm totally soft but I do leak a lot. I use my precum as lube sir." "Damn Xander, I can't believe nobody's claimed you as theirs." "I've been too afraid to act sir." "What about now boy." "I don't want to be afraid anymore sir." I leaned down and kissed him, my tongue invading his mouth. "Mmm," I moaned, "you're a damn good kisser boy, but we have more important things to do. Drop to your knees and remove my shorts." He immediately did as he was told reaching out towards me when I slapped his hands away. "Nope boy, hands behind your back, use your teeth only." I was only wearing basketball shorts so I figured even hands free this would be simple for him. I pulled my t-shirt off as he grabbed my waistband right at my hip where my biohaz tat sits. I'm sure he noticed it but he gave no indication. Most guys who don't already know my status seem to gasp or catch their breath when they see it for the first time, but no reaction at all from him. He had my dick bouncing free in no time. As soon as my shorts were on the ground he moved back and waited for his next direction all the while staring hungerly at my hard cock. "You're being such a good boy I'll give you a choice. Do you want my cock in your mouth or cunt first?" "My cunt sir," he blurted out, "please, my cunt." My cock was leaking in anticipation of ruining Xander's ass. "First, I want you to kiss my dick and just get him wet since I don't believe in lube for boys." He kept his hands behind his back without me having to tell him and lovingly kissed the tip of my cock. He reached his tongue out, got his first taste of my precum and let out a deep moan. "You like that boy?" "Yes sir, it tastes so good." He started to swallow my cock. "Easy son watch those teeth." He pulled off and said, "sorry sir it's been awhile since I've sucked." Then he took me into his mouth again. It seemed to come back to him pretty quickly as he was soon taking most of my cock down his throat. "Damn my dick looks good with your lips wrapped around it. Okay I think that enough for now. I know you really want my dick in your pussy. Get on the bed on all fours with your ass facing me, it's time to get a good look at your boy hole." He assumed the position and used his hands to spread his cheeks. "Good damn Xander, that is the prettiest pink pucker I've seen. Not a fucking hair on that smooth hole, fucking beautiful. I have to tell you son, I usually prefer my guys with some hair on them but there's something about you that makes me so horny and hard." I started tracing my finger around his hole. "Did you prelube, you're pretty wet down there." "I was fingering myself before you arrived trying to loosen my hole, I only used my precum sir." "Fuck, you horny little slut." I really wanted to eat him out but his cunt was winking at me just begging to be destroyed. "Son, I know I said I wouldn't hurt you but to be honest with you this may hurt just a bit but trust me it's for your own good." "Do it! Please do it, fucking breed my pussy." Ok I didn't need to be asked twice. I slammed in about half way and hit his second hole. "Come on boy let me in, except your destiny, relax those ass muscles." I kept pushing and I could feel him trying to accommodate my cock. I'm bigger than average and pretty thick, I'm not huge but my bottoms definitely feel me. Slowly I felt his insides give way and my cock inched forward a bit further. I held there for a few seconds so he could get used to me then I pulled out. "Breathe boy, we're almost there," then I shoved back in all the way. "Holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit." He kept repeating over and over. "You doing okay boy?" "Holy fucking shit sir, so big. Feels so big." "You want me to pull out?" "No! Oh god no don't pull out." I chuckled, "don't worry I'm just kidding, there's no way in hell I'm pulling out now unless it's too slam right back inside you." I started slowly moving my dick in and out and he started moaning like a bitch in heat. "You like that slut, don't you." "Oh my god yes. I can't believe how good that's feels. Please don't stop." "When was the last time you had a dick in your cunt boy?" "Long time sir." "How long boy?" "Over five years sir." "Dear god Xander are you serious?" "I'm sorry sir, I know I'm pathetic." That set me over the edge, I slammed in and fired off my first load. "By the end of the week boy you're going to be a grade A whore taking every cock offered absolutely no load refused." I pulled my cock out of his cunt and slapped his ass. Turn around and clean me off slut. A good bottom always cleans off every dick that gives him a load. Don't ever forget that." "Thank you sir! Fuck, that tastes so good." I pulled him up and gave him a deep kiss. "How you doing?" "My ass feels so empty, I need more." I started laughing, "give me a few minutes and I'll give you your second load." We laid down on the bed and he put his head on my chest. "God, I can't believe you haven't had sex in five years." "I play with my cunt a lot but I mostly just use my fingers. I keep thinking I need to buy some toys, but fuck me, I think I like the real thing better." "If course you do, the real thing fills you up with cum. So, is it safe to assume you're negative?" "Yep, you were the first guy to fuck me raw." "Seriously? Damn and you didn't even ask me to wrap up. I'm so proud of you." "I may not have had sex in awhile but I sure as hell watch a lot of porn. My favorites are the ones where there's a dom top who forces his boy to take his load. I was chatting with this guy online once and he told me it was very insulting to the top to ask him to wear a condom. You didn't mention condoms so I let you breed me." He looked down and I was rock hard again. "Does things mean you're ready to fuck me again, sir?" "Lift your legs slut." No taking it slow things time. I pounded his cunt hard with him begging me to go faster. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me in tight to his body as I shot my second load inside him. I collapsed on top of him making sure to keep my dick buried deep in his cunt. "Thank you sir that was amazing." "Glad you liked it boy we're only just getting started. I'm going make sure you leave here a new man, well a fucking cum dump anyway." "Thank you sir." "Gotta ask you son, we talked about your status but you never asked me mine." "It's not my place to ask sir. If you wanted me to know you'd tell me." "You saw my tattoo right?" "Sir you're covered in tats, do you want to be a little more specific." "Don't get smart with me boy, I may just have to take you over my knee," I smirked at him. "You know which tattoo I'm referring to." "Yes sir I saw your tat," he said reaching out to trace the symbol. "It's beautiful." "You know what it means right?" "That you're very special sir." "Mmm, I like that, yes I'm very special and I've given you my very special gift." "I wondered if you were on meds or toxic." "Which did you hope for?" "Toxic sir, because a true bottom cum dump need to be poz." "Fuck I wished you lived by me. My friends would love you." He gave me a sly grin. "That would be nice to have someone around to always make sure I had a cock to service." "Xander, I promise you this, by the end of the week you will no longer be afraid to be who you really are." "Thank you Scotty, will you now give me another poz load please?"

I'm just now recovering from getting my ass destroyed this morning. It happened hours ago but I couldn't move after. It feels like my ass got hollowed out, which was just what I needed so I can concentrate when I go to work.

We should allow men as such to be valued for being bottoms. And if your insecurities still get at you, I'll fuck them out of you... Maybe a load, too. Hey, just because you're a lumberjack, doesn't mean you will never feel like a "helpless twink." Just need the right man to show you how 😉

My beef regarding this topic is the way it has been done to me. I totally get we all have our likes and dislikes...self included, but don’t be a rude dick about it. Just tell me so and let’s move on. You don’t have to name call...I didn’t like elementary school the first time...you don’t have to block me when I’ve only looked at your pic....I didn’t like the drama in junior high....how about we act like adults? Geez🙄

All I know is firstly, from charts that have been published by Aids organisations on HIV progression to Aids, that the virus load gets high soon after infection, then drops dramatically as the body has some success in fighting it. But the virus strikes back, the VL load starting to rise slowly and surely, with rapid growth in years 8-10 out of the usual 10 years to Aids for normal HIV1. Faster for tge Cuban CRF19 strain, slower for HIV2. Secondly, I know an unmedicated poz trans girl who was pozzed 1.5 years ago and she recently successfully pozzed a trans girlfriend chaser with just several fucks within a month. So this is a good indicator.

Part 25 Home Slice We arrived back home and I we surprised to find Robbie waiting for me. He told me that I needed to go see my mother right away, somethings happened to my father. He wouldn’t tell me anything more but said I could let him drive. We rode over to my house in silence. When we pulled up I noticed numerous cars parked in the driveway and on the street. I walked in to have my mother hug me as she cried, “Chris, I’m sorry to tell you, your father was mugged and apparently he tried to fight back and the mugger shot him. They rushed him to the hospital where he died.” I wasn’t sure what to feel. My mother just got me my son of a bitch father is dead. Part of me is sad, but part of me is glad I don’t have to have him to deal with any more. I knew he was trying to cause trouble for Dante, and that wouldn’t have be good. I hugged my mother tightly before friends and family members who were there to pay their respects began to comfort me. Dante I knew Robbie was taking Home Slice to his mother’s where he would learn on his father’s death. I'd never tell him that Miguel and I played a role in his father’s death. It was necessary since his father was starting to stir up trouble accusing me of raping his son. This accusation could mean brought undue attention possibly causing trouble for my business. Now that he's dead there’s no one screaming to the police to investigate the rape allegation. Home Slice told the police a while back that he willingly consented we we had sex. Of course he omitted that he was high as fuck, but he never said no and asked to be fucked. I introduced Keanu to the crew that was hanging out. I told them that he is now part of our crew (this let them know that he’d been fucked by me since that’s how someone becomes part of our crew). I could see a couple of them eyeing him up and down ready to pounce on his ass and cock. He quickly made new friends and I started to figure who I should team him with to learn the business. Before I knew it, a small group headed out to the patio, stripped naked and jumped into the pool. They began to kiss and feel each other’s naked bodies. They then moved the action to the pool house where I turned on the camera to watch the action. They put Keanu in the sling as a pipe was pulled out and they stared smoking while someone prepare slams for all to enjoy. I kept watching as I recorded everything as they slammed Keanu first. I’m sure that they were pleasantly surprised to see his 7.5” cock go rock hard as he coughed and ride his rush. They spent most of the day fucking each other. Keanu settled into our crew perfectly. He became one of my best sellers, especially when he learned how to get extra cash for his poz seed. There was always someone out there wanting themselves or another person pozzed up. Home Slice figured out that Miguel and I had his father killed. He didn’t get angry when he figured it out, he knew it had to be done. He then proceed to slam himself with the biggest slam he’d ever done and I fucked him non stop for 6 hours.

I'm 47, still neg, and have been barefucking as a top for close to 10 yrs. I love to fuck and couldn't get enough of the feeling of a guys tight asslips wrapped around my cock as I'm pumping my cum into his butt. On occasion I'd flip for the right guy and we'll fuck one another until we both pass out. I hadn't been a chaser and up until a couple of years ago, always had a poz or unknown partner wrapped, just in case. That changed after a couple of very educational encounters. One involved a friend who has been poz for close to 15 yrs. He's African-American, 44, 5'9", 170, nice solid build. He's also got one of the most beautiful hairless butts I have ever seen, along with an amazing 9X6 cock that leaks an endless supply of precum. We started as massage partners about two years ago. A good massage exchange on the weekends to deal with the stress from work and just enjoy each others company. We slowly started to include sex when we got together, especially as we are always nude during the massages. During one of our sessions, I was faced down on a futon and he was sitting on my upper thighs while leaning over and working on my upper back. He would usually be sitting on my butt during this, and now I could feel his cock bouncing and riding along my ass crack each time he leaned into my upper back. I was already very relaxed from the body work he had done and was now caught-up with the sensation of his cock riding on my butt. He worked his oiled hands down my back to my ass. He added more oil while he worked on my butt cheeks, constantly sliding his fingers into my crack and teasing my hole. I noticed that he never scooted back from his position on my upper legs so his cock was also getting involved with the oil, sliding through my crack and across my ass. By now I'm in complete surrender to him. He's working my ass and I can feel him poking and stretching my hole with both his fingers and the head of his cock. (Let me tell you now that he's fucked me before but always with a condom.) I relaxed my ass as much as possible (he is a big guy!) and felt him push just his cockhead back and forth through my hole a few times. (I had just gotten into poppers and found that I become very relaxed and desperately horny to get fucked when I use them.) I caught-up with his momentum, pushed up against him on his in stroke and felt about 3 or 4 inches enter me. He got the hint and slid his dick all of the way in. He started slowly fucking me and I reached back to feel and squeeze his cock and ball sack as he fucked my ass. Yeah. no condom... That thought passed away after two seconds and from then on all that mattered was my flexing my ass muscles to milk that cock. I reached back and pulled him as deep as possible into me. He started growling as he fucked me, I pulled my knees in and kept one hand on his ass and the other massaging his nuts and throbbing cock as it passed in and out of my ass. I could feel his cock starting to thicken as he pounded me faster and harder. I squeezed my ass as tight as possible and felt him start to pull out. I grabbed his ass again, pulled him against me and felt his cock pump his cum into my ass. I was overwhelmed with the whole effect of the poppers and getting fucked raw. No doubts, just unbelievable sex. Since then, we've both been going raw and I'm taking his load much more often then he's been taking mine. I've gone from being a vers/top to almost completely raw bottom. I don't deal with condoms any longer and don't miss them.

I was on my way home from work yesterday when Jony called. Although I do not get to see him a lot, he is one hot fucking top. I met him before I started chasing, but we did not fuck until he was sure I was chasing. He is drop dead gorgeous, in my book. A native of the Caribbean, he has that mixed race skin tone that was born during sex between the French and African workers. He is also blessed with a great cock...8 inches, big in diameter, but not too big. The real bonus is that it has that perfect curve that will ensure a prostrate will be well massaged by the time he blasts his load. He is also one of those guys who seems to "improve" after using T.....he has fucked me for well over an hour--only stopping for arranging a new position. He knows how to use his long, lean frame to gain great leverage. Bottom line, he is a great fucker. Still, he lives some distance and we have some age difference, so we just don't get together often enough. When I heard that beautiful accent on the phone, my ass started throbbing. He was in my general area, with a cousin. The cousin was stranded due to the Hurricane, so they came to Asheville for a weekend of fun. Henri, the cousin, had been in the US for a couple weeks and had been enjoying the opportunity to fuck some white ass. But, they were out of weed and need some. My heart kind of dropped, they were gonna play, but looked like I was just a connection. Oh well, WTF. I told them to come on over. I had just picked up some really nice local stuff. Certainly not the most potent, but really nice smoke. Good, chilling' relaxin' smoke. An hour later they were at my door. Damn! Jony was looking so fucking fine. I know I often talk of any cock any time....looks and crap do not matter. But shit, he is just SOOOO good looking. Henri was not slouch. Not as tall, not as buff, but a beautiful almost black skin tone, hair in dreds and some great tats. I got the weed and handed them a pretty good baggieful. Henri suggest perhaps we sample it. I was not asking for cash, so that was a sign he wanted to hang a bit...I thought. I got out my biggest bong...freshly cleaned and sparkling. They both lit up with they saw it...it is a great instrument for getting high quickly. I let Jony do the honors of packing a bowl and Henri took that first puff. A strong session of repeated puff puff pass quickly started. With very little talk, we just enjoyed that gentle dragon relax us. A couple bowls later, we slowed a bit and drifted into conversation. No doubt, Irma was the biggest topic. Although it looks like Henri's home was spared, transportation was not available. We talked about being queer in our respective cultures. Bashed Trump with glee. After another bowl or two, Henri asked for a pipe. I got him one but he waved it away. Then I saw why. He had an 8-ball of T in his hand and was ready to make some clouds. Hmmmm....maybe there would be some Island dick in my ass after all. I went to the other room and got my T supplies, proper pipe(s) a good torch and some points and all the other trappings of dancing with Lady T. With experienced hands, Henri fired off the first round of that dreamy white smoke. After we passed the pipe a second time, it was clear we were all "getting there". In fact, almost as if commanded to do so, we all stripped our shirts off, the warmth of that good lady starting to make itself known. Hell, I was ready for anything and offered to set up some points. Hearing no objections, I measured out three .4 and started to dissolve the crystals. This was some decent stuff, nice crystals, smelled right, tasted right.....if it was cut, was not cut much. I filled the point (a fresh one) and put it on the try. I figured one of them would pick it up and find the mark. Never one to turn down a needle, Jony quickly was depressing the plunger. It is so hot watching someone do that--and then watching them move into the T-zone. A couple small coughs told me that Jony was THERE. I repeated the prep and handed the rig to Henri. He was just as accomplished with the syringe as he was with the pipe. He easily raised a vein, got the red signal that all was good and soon had a dose coursing in his veins. The heat was obvious, his black skin was glistening almost as soon as he laid the rig back on the tray. I followed suit as quickly as possible and my own cough announced we were all flying on T. Like so many times, a little T turns lips loose. The conversation was animated and wide ranging. But very soon it turned to fucking. Again, without any real discussion we were all nude and my visitors were both sporting amazing hard-ons. I knew what the expect from Jony. It was a real pleasure to see Henri was swinging some great meat as well. Longer, thinner and no curve to speak of, it still had a massive head, decorated with a single 0 Prince Albert. A PLUS sign tattoo at it's based, confirmed what I expected, Henri was POZ like his cousin. I sucked both of those brown beauties for a while, and both went to hardened steel status with little encouragement. The Tina was making my ass throb. I needed FUCKED and fucked hard. I backed put to Henri and he worked a bit to get his tip in the right spot. But once he got settled, he drove that long pole balls deep in one smooth thrust. It was just painful enough to enjoy, knowing I had a great cock starting to pound my ass. Not to be left out, Jony offered that curved dick to my still hungry lips. With a little work, we were soon in a great rhythm---with me getting spit-roasted between two BBC. I am not sure it can get much better than that: great cock, great guys, great T, good weed. I lost track of time as we fucked, sucked, changed positions and fucked some more. It was almost an hour after that first prick of a needle, that I noticed the time. I had had one of those rods in my ass nearly that whole time. I figured we were getting close to pay off. I wanted their cum and I wanted it in my ass. I told them as much and it was clear they agreed. Within a half hour, both of them had delivered a great load. A three way is always great...especially if I am getting all the dick. This one was quite amazing. I got up from the bed and inserted an ass plug to preserve the POZ pleasure in my ass. We collapsed on the bed and continued talking. Now, a bit more quiet, but just good conversation. Three POZ queers, sharing drugs, cock and cum, we were all content in the moment. Jony and I know the circumstance of each other's POZZING. I was a chaser, he was a sex worker in Miami for a number of year. We compared notes about our "conquests" as tops. I had just confirmed my number 4, Jony knows of several, but quite likely there are more. Jony urged Henri to tell his story. Reluctant at first, another round of needle pricks loosened him up. He did not start queering until he was in the military. He was raped, but realized it was great sex. Soon, he was a confirmed homo. Sill he was a bit restricted due to his duties as a military policeman. In 2012, he was sent to Cuba as an Embassy guard. His deployment was for 12 months and he learned to enjoy what Havana had to offer during that time. Although he was a native French speaker, he had learned Spanish as well. His color, features and Spanish skills allowed him to frequent the largely underground gay world of Cuba. It was only during a physical exam as he was separating from the military, that he learned that one of those Cuban cocks had infected his ass. He had a lifetime souvenir from his golden days on that island. He then got quiet and much more serious. He indicated that he was ok with being POZ and recognized it was a "by-product" of his sexual desires. But just as he was fully accepting his status, he got hit with another bombshell. He had been infected with the CRF19 strain that was something of an issue. Hard to treat, short time (3-5 years) from infection to full blown AIDS, Henri was carrying one of the most lethal bugs. He nearly whispered as he stated that while he was on medication, it was largely ineffective. Not only was he "detectable" but his CD4 number was now in the low 30's---he had progressed to AIDS. SON-OF-A-FUCKING-MOTHER FUCKING-BITCH. I know had that deadly cum in my ass. My rational brain keep trying to tell me that getting a second infection is rare. But, my active brain was starting to go ape-shit. But, the more we talked, the more I started processing it. I was almost shocked when I heard what must have been my voice asking for more. I sucked him back to life, Jony pulled out my plug and Henri went back to work. A half hour or so later, my ass plug was holding in my second exposure to CRF19. By the time they left this morning, I had one more. Jony deposited his brand of toxicity again as well. I do not believe I would have consented, had I known up front. But after the fact, that was one erotic fuck session. When I was begging for that second load, once I knew what it contained, I begged and pleaded like I never have before. Something in my very soul was driving me to accept that fucked up cum and bug into my ass. What the hell would you have done?

I live in Las Vegas and for a town called Sin City, it can really be hit or miss if you're a bottom. But I'll never forget the time that I was essentially raped at Entourage, one of the two remaining bathhouses here in town. I'd been out with a couple of friends and we'd gone to Badlands, a somewhat old style saloon in the same commercial center where Entourage is located. I was feeling buzzed and was in no condition to drive home so as we said our goodbyes, my buddies went their way and I walked over to Entourage. As it was roughly 2:00 AM on a Friday night, all the rooms were taken up and I had to settle for a locker. I figured I'd just wait til a room was available and get some sleep then. In the meantime, I figured I'd check out the action. I undressed and walked around with the towel over one shoulder, which, for the most part, covered my cock, but which left my ass visible. The hallways and TV room were nearly empty and, as I made my way around, I could see that most doors were closed. I silently regretted those last two Jack and cokes I'd had because they were beginning to hit me and all I wanted was to lay down somewhere quiet and get some rest. That's when I saw Him walking towards me: good looking, muscular, 20 something year old dark haired stud with a USMC tattoo on his right pec and a beer can thick cock hanging between his legs. He walked past me without acknowledgement, but as I turned to look over my shoulder, I caught him doing the same, apparently staring at my ass. For the next few minutes, as I looked for a place to lay down, I would occasionally see him in my peripheral vision, stalking me as if I were his prey. I finally made my slightly disoriented way into the empty dark room and lay face down on a waist high platform, ready to get some shut eye and oblivious to the fact that the stud had followed behind me and was standing a mere few feet from me, fisting his thick cock and making plans for my hole. As I lay there on the verge of sleep, I suddenly felt him straddle my ass, spread my cheeks with both hands, and what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my asshole, trying to stretch it against its obvious resistance. The shock and pain woke me the fuck up and in a drunken slur I said "Please don't, you're really big." Without saying a word he backed off and I could hear him pop open some lube and begin to jack his cock. I naively thought that that was the end of it when he suddenly lay his full weight on my back, clamped one hand around my mouth, and used his other hand to maneuver his now slick cock between my cheeks and started using that big mushroom head as a battering ram. The slippery lube and his insistence gradually spread my hole and with an almost audible pop, his cock head forced its way through my sphincter and I heard him groan savagely as I lay there and saw stars from the pain of the sudden invasion. I tried getting up from under him but he used his body weight to hold me down and as he shoved the remaining length of his hole wrecker in me, he hissed into my ear, "I'm fucking balls deep in you now, just fucking take it." I felt helpless as I lay there and felt him bucking his hips and sliding his thick fucker in and out of me, feeling his huge cock head drag and push my insides as he shoved in and out of my guts. In the back of my mind, I was worried and scared because I knew I was essentially getting raped by a big dicked stud who hadn't even contemplated putting a condom on before spearing my guts with his huge cock. But in the forefront, I was beginning to really enjoy the fuck as I he would slam balls deep and ram directly onto my prostate. I couldn't help it and I started moaning uncontrollably against his hand on every down stroke. He soon noticed and that seemed to turn him on. He started getting more vocal, whispering encouragements into my ear, "That's right, fuck yeah, I knew you'd love my cock.....yeah, take my fucking cock all in you..... Yeah, your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum..... Yeah, I'm gonna fill you up with my load." The rhythm of the cock pistoning in and out of my ass began to become more frantic, even as I recognized a complete stranger was about to shoot his cum into my unprotected hole. His breathing became more ragged as he suddenly pushed himself as deep into me as he could and froze in place as I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing balls deep in me as he flooded my guts with his cum and groaned, "Fuck yeah, knocking your ass up with my seed! Yeah, take it all bitch, take my babies in you, fucking take my load!" My hole spasmed around his cock, responding to the stimulus as he lay on top of me, his heart beating like a jack rabbit and his cock still throbbing with the last jets of his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt empty as the cool air hit my now puffed up ass lips. He smacked my left ass cheek and said, "Keep my cum in you and let it do its job, cumdump." With that advice he got off of me and walked back into the darkness. I lay there confused and conflicted as my military rapist's cum slowly trickled out of my hole and ran down my balls to join the load I'd unexpectedly shot as he took my ass and made it his cumdump.

In a hotel last week while traveling, I woke up in the morning horny as hell and wanting to swallow some cum. Signed onto Grindr and there was a young guy — white, athletic looking, brown eyes and hair, “18 years old” — about 30 feet from me. Since he was obviously in my hotel, I reached out and asked if he wanted to bust a nut before the day began. He said his family was checking out that day as they were on a trip. I suggested that he keep his key and after they had gone downstairs to check out he “run back up stairs to use the restroom”. Fifteen minutes later, I was in my gym clothes and met him outside the door to his room. I don’t know why I didn’t have him come up to mine, that was stupid of me. In person he looked young — like way younger than his picture. Before we went inside, I made him show me his driver’s license to be sure nothing illegal was about to happen. He was just older than the age of consent, which was good enough for me. We went into his room, which was one of those suite rooms with one bathroom and two connected bedrooms. This kid really had no privacy from his parents on this trip. He pulled me into the bathroom and I immediately got on my knees and undid his jeans. His cock was straining against his briefs and popped out as soon as I slid them down. It was beautiful — a slight curve, perfectly cut, and so well developed. Licking my lips, I sucked his head into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it until the boy released a soft, long moan. I went to town on that cock like my life depended on it, sucking and stroking, making sure this young stud knew how good an older man can service a dick. He grabbed the back of my head after a few minutes and took over, holding me in place as his strong legs pounded his meat into my throat. Pulling my hair, he shoved it all the way in and shuddered, and then my mouth was filled with the taste of my creamy, salty reward. I sat down on the floor, wasted and in cumslut heaven as his dick spasmed a few more ropes of boyjuice across my face and my sweatshirt. He was glowing with a sheen of sweat and the satisfaction of release. “You had fun,” he said, pointing at my own rock hard dick, which was straining against my sweat pants. He knelt down and began to rub it through the fabric, getting me closer and closer to busting when outside the bathroom the door to the room opened. ”We need to go!” said his dad as the kid and I froze in fear. As quietly as I could, I moved into the shower and pulled it closed behind me as he flushed the toilet and washed his hands to make sound. He stepped out of the bathroom and said, “Okay, let’s go.” I sat in the shower listening for a few moments after the outer door to the room closed. Once I was sure the coast was clear, I got up and left the room quickly, heading down the hall to the elevators — where the kid and his dad were still waiting. The dad looked just like his son, only a bit softer, a bit older and with a bit less hair. The son and I shared a smirk, and he glanced down at my crotch, where my deflated cock had left a clear precum stain. They got on a down elevator and I waited for one going up. I got back to my room and furiously beat off, blasting five ropes of thick cum across my bed. As I licked it up I thought of the young man, how good his cum had tasted, and how many men he’s going to please with that cock in his life.

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Don, a truck driver Fuck Bud, cums to town 3 or 4 times a year. He's in his mid-50s, about 6'1" maybe 160, with a wasted AIDS look that makes my Ass quiver. Although I'm a Top, I always take his Loads cause he's such a nasty Fucker. He's not on Meds and has a Viral Load over a hundred thousand. His Strain recharges my Death Seed and my psyche. When I went to his motel last Sunday, he had a hot Muscle Jock stark naked asleep on the bed. I recognized the Kid as a Gym Bunny in his early 20's who worked out daily at the Spa. Don had hooked up with him through Gay.Com. The Bunny's profile said he was NEG and ONLY played safe. "NOT ANYMORE," Don said with an nasty grin. Gym Boy had overdone the booze and pot, got sleepy, and passed out. My Bud had already dumped one Load of Toxic Cum up his Pussy, and I could see Bug Juice glistening in his Ass Crack. I felched out some of that Baby Batter, used the rest to lube up my Death Stick, and rammed it up the Young Man's Cunt. The Twink stirred briefly, feebly tried to pull away, but I easily pinned him to the bed and worked the AIDS BUG up his Rectum. Don gave the Kid an enormous hit of Poppers, and the Fucker just moaned and gripped the mattress for dear life. It was so fucking sweet breeding that Pretty Boy, knowing he'd pass it on to many of his Twink Cohorts. I flooded his guts with rope after rope of POZ Spooge. I wanted to eat it, freshly-spewed, out of his Pussy; but his Mancunt was so lush and inviting, I couldn't help but shoot another Load. Exhausted I collapsed on top of him, and Don straddled the two of us and rammed his POZ Shaft up my Shitter. I wanted to cum in the insensate Youth at the same time Don spewed up my Pussy; and, like clockwork, I spasmed just as my Bud shot. The Punk drifted in an out of consciousness. Don and I swapped POZ Loads with each other, and gave Muscle Jock another tumble. Don said he had Pals cuming over to give the Youth other Strains. I don't know how many Loads the Fucker took that afternoon, and worried that the little Shit might accuse ME of participating in the assault. But no sweat. The Fuck Session must have been too much for the Muscle Jock. He hasn’t been around since.

Part 2 - Clouds Paul handed me the pipe, found the torch, lit it, just the hissing sound itself turns me on. He put the flame to the bowl as I rolled it slightly, watching the white vapor develop and then began a slow inhale. I held it for a few seconds, enjoying the full, hot feeling in my lungs, before shotgunning it into his mouth. We traded the smoke back and forth a couple of times before letting it dissipate around us as we began to kiss, wrapping tongues and lips. Another hit for me, then he did one, we traded hits and saliva for a while, engaged in that passionate, intense making out of tina shotguns. My last hit, he didn’t want any, so I bent down and engulfed his hard cock in my mouth, letting the smoke swirl around it as I gently blew it out, then sucked him. Paul groaned. I could taste his precum, he was leaking quite a bit. I did one more pull, then administered another smoke and suck. “How about some g? I haven’t had any yet.” “Sure, that’d be great.” He got up and grabbed a bottle off an upper wall shelf and started to prepare the drug. As he did that, I leaned back onto the pillows and took in the room. It was older, a bit worn, but clean and he was keeping it neat. Clothes were folded or on hangers, towels stacked, luggage standing in a closet. Some bottles of soft drinks in one spot on a side table next to the mini fridge, everything was organized. A good sign, he was not a tweaking mess and we would not have the too frequent party situation when you can’t find a damn thing for all the clutter. As I watched him, I could feel my head and body buzzing from the t. My body was warm, slightly sweating. His stuff was good, that was sure. Paul handed me a glass full of Gatorade and drank his down, I did the same except just half. That’s how I like to take it, not all at once, to see how it affects me before I take the rest. Paul was at the tv and his laptop, browsing through some porn. “What do you like?” “Groups, interracial, gang bangs, whatever you want, I’m not that particular. Any pnp is hot, but I know there aren’t a lot where it’s explicit. I do like it when you can tell that the guys are high.” He settled on a longer one, a gang bang, then moved next to me on the bed. “I could taste your precum, wow you have a lot.” I reached over and rubbed the tip of his dick, massaging the liquid around his frenulum. “I don’t get much at all. Although I did find a way to make it happen, wanna see? It’s kinda strange.” “Sure, actually I like the way you're so open about what you want . Show me!” Reaching to the floor, I rummaged in my bag and took out a small, empty fleet enema bottle. As I reached for the pipe and torch, Paul said “Oh, I know this. Clouds up the ass.” “Nope, I’ve done that, this is something different.” I inhaled, held it in while I set down the pipe, squeezed the air out of the bottle, then exhaled into it. The plastic expanded, the white cloud trapped inside once I placed my finger over the tip. The rest of the hit I blew toward my cock. Carefully, I inserted the tip into my piss slit, then slowly squeezed, short bursts, the smoke entering my cock, hot, stimulating, some slight pain but very enjoyable. “Holy shit, I’ve never seen that before! What’s it feel like? Do you get high off it?” “I don’t think it gets me high, but it’s intense, a bit of pain but feels good at the same time.” I replied. "The perviness of it is a mind fuck, too. Plus it makes me precum.” Demonstrating, I removed the enema tip and rubbed my cock head, releasing a stream of precum. He reached over, rubbing it. “Man, that’s real crystal dick!” We both laughed as he continued to touch me. My penis was limp, tiny, and my balls matched them, a small sac pulled up against my body. “You ever do three ways or groups?” was his next question. “Oh yeah, those are great, I’ve been gang banged a few times, too. Those were a lot of fun. I love an audience.” “I do, too. I’d love to watch you get fucked.” “I might be able to get someone here if you’re up for it. Want me to try?” “Sure, can you show me who you have in mind?” I opened my phone and signed in to a couple of sites, hunting for a regular that I had been messaging the last couple of days. I knew he had just got in to town, but he hadn’t been sure of his schedule. Sure enough, I found him online and showed his profile to Paul. “Nice! Does he party?” “Yes, he’s a top, gets kinky, too, really likes to be a dom with me.” My bud, Joe, was early 60’s, good body and a cock that was close to 8 inches. “What do you think? Invite him?” “Yes, ask him.” I tapped out a message, explaining what was up and included the address. In less than a minute my phone pinged with his response, “So my little faggot needs more cock? I’ll be there in about 45 minutes, maybe an hour.” When I told that to Paul, he laughed again and started to rub my taint, then fingered my hole. “I want to fuck this pussy first, you’re using my supplies so I get to open you up.” Rising to his knees, he yanked my head to his now soft dick. Taking all of him, I sucked and tongued him to a quick erection. He pushed me onto my back again, lifted my hips up and positioned pillows, pulled off my jock, then arranged my legs apart and back. My ass was elevated, my boihole was exposed. He dropped down and started to rim me. “Oh, man, that’s fucking awesome,” I started to moan, even writhe a bit, as his tongue first explored the area around my hole, then, after what seemed many minutes of pleasure, he started to tongue fuck me. Stroking my tina dick, which was hyper sensitive with all the clouds I’d inhaled and inserted into it directly, I continued to moan, telling him how fantastic his oral skills felt. Stopping, he rose up and positioned his cock at the entrance to my hole, then plunged in, going all the way in one single stroke. “Man, fuck, your cock feels so good inside me!” I was starting to babble a little, drugs and physical sensations crashing over me. “Your hole is so fucking warm, I can’t believe how open it is.” Paul started to fuck me, slowly, then quick and hard, varying the tempo while staring my face, gauging my reaction. After a good 15 minutes of pounding, he paused, still hard inside me, then held the glass containing the rest of the g to my lips. “Drink it” he ordered. Putting the glass down, he picked up the pipe and got the torch going. As soon as vapor formed, he put it to my mouth, still keeping the flame going. “Take it.” I complied, filling my lungs. He handed me the enema bottle, and I understood what he wanted next. Cloud into bottle, then into my cock. As I did that, he kept still, watching, his hard dick pulsing within. Once I had finished, he resumed fucking, staring hard into my eyes. I whimpered a bit, it was all a little overwhelming, the amount of pleasure a sensory overload. “You like how a real man’s cock feels, pussyboi? You like it in your boicunt?” “Yes, oh fuck, man, don’t stop.” “You really are a little meth whore, aren’t you.” “Yes, fuck, I know.” Bending down, he spit on my face. I let out a sound, a whimper, yelp and moan all in one, at the abuse, and the recognition. Paul thrusted harder and faster. “Say it. Say what you are.” “Faggot. I’m a fag and a pussyboi.” “What else?” “A meth whore.” Once again, spit hit my face, then a light slap. The fucking continued, hard, my hole totally open and wet. Totally needing his dick inside me. Again, he bent toward me, but this time he kissed me, and we started to make out. This was turning into one hell of a drug-fueled hate fuck and I was falling into a state of total submission.

explains why i feel the way i do and why i meet men that are that much older and who share me around.. they dont seem to have me for themself .. some told me that wanted to but as soon as i move there they rent me out cheap.. hard not to feel used and like trash when sold off and leaved with men i dont even know but i do serve so i get loved a little atleast.. even if most beat me, choke or strangled me and leave me after few weeks to get picked up by the one who i date

I'm not sure if i'd consider it "going back" - I love that sensation of getting filled with huge cock and if a top really wants to use a condom, I'm not gonna stop him BUT, I'm not sure they'll be the default - it feels too good having a bare cock press against my hole. I've also started taking PrEP.

i like to wear a hood/blindfold when i go to the baths.

Ch.3 It all gets blurry after this. I was already in the middle of a fuck high and still trying to process everything that had just happened. Now, however, I was in the middle of a cluster of men. All had just watched me bred and judging from the stiffness of the cocks on display they all wanted to join in adding to the cum cocktail now inside me. I felt several pairs of hands on my skin. Stroking me, poking and pinching me. Groping and exploring my body as I remained on my hands and knees like a prize bitch before judges. My nipples were being pulled and my cock was squeezed and stroked as I panted at the overwhelming attention. I felt multiple fingers probing my arsehole. Several at once stretching me even more than the thick cocks of the last two to fuck me. I was moaning and gasping continuously as the sensations all played against each other and left me almost delirious with lust. Pretty soon there was a hard cock right in front of my face and without thinking I opened my mouth and began sucking the tip. Other cocks appeared and were wanked next to my face as I continued sucking the first cock offered. The first guy pulled away by some unspoken signal and was replaced by another cock and I just kept sucking and licking. One would stay in my mouth for a few moments, maybe a minute or so, then they would step aside for another to press between my lips. Behind me it was largely similar. While I was busying myself giving blowjobs to any cock I could reach my arse was receiving a lot of attention. I had been spanked and fingered constantly since being surrounded but eventually someone took the initiative and mounted me. I’ll never know who they were but they fucked me hard and fast for a few minutes before grunting and depositing their own sticky load deep inside me. This was met with a small cheer and as he pulled out of my freshly fucked hole someone quickly replaced him and I was rocked on yet another anonymous cock. Several guys just jerked off over the fuck scene adding to the multiple spunk loads already soaking me. My arse was a sloppy, well fucked mess, I can only imagine it was pretty well gaped and puffy from how it felt to me. My face was dripping from loads as guys had pulled from my mouth to glaze me with cum like a victory mark. I honestly don’t know how long I was in that position or how many men took turns on me. All I know is that throughout the entire event my cock was leaking and tingling just on the edge of orgasm without release and this kept me begging for more. More cock. More cum. Any cock. Any cum. Eventually the numbers thinned as guys were spent or realised how long they had been there. I was left pretty much at the point of collapse, face down arse up, across the bench. There were I think five or six guys still there. All older but still sporting very hard cocks. They weren’t fucking me though. They were just stroking me and slowly bringing me back to my senses from the non-stop gang fuck I had endured. “Damn boy! That was fucking hot to watch.” “Yeah, you are one of the dirtiest cunts I’ve seen in here for a long time!” I smiled and lay on my back staring at the ceiling just revelling in the sensation still running through me. The constant prostate stimulation was keeping my own cock aching and throbbing but for some reason I just didn’t want to touch it. As I start to relax I feel someone step between my thighs and grab my ankles. I assumed he was one of the group who had stayed with me. He grinned down at me and dropped his towel to reveal a sizeable cock with a thick P.A piercing as I groaned at the thought of this working into me I noticed the scorpion tattoo on his hip the tail pointing aggressively towards the base of his shaft. My eyes go wide at the obvious implication, sure I’ve just been bred multiple times, but on the come down I was regaining a semblance of sense and I tense up a little. He chuckles pushes my legs wide and guides that thick poisonous dick to my sloppy open fuck hole. There is almost no resistance and he slides in my cum slick channel easily. “Nice wet cunt.” He leers down at me as his hips begin to rock. Damn he is deep in me and that PA is pressing on me in ways I’ve never felt. The other guys are just watching and jacking their cocks along with the pumping motion of this large toxic cock as it prepares my hole for another shot of venom. I am rolling my head back as he begins to increase his pace. My hands are clawing at the surface of the bench and my hips are bouncing onto him as he sets the pace. My body knows what it needs and it is reacting without my conscious action. “How many loads you got in you son?” I can barely garble a reply of “Dunno” “Good boy! Why count them? There’s never enough for a slut like you anyway.” I know it’s the truth. Even so I can feel myself blush. Naked, cum filled, cum covered. Just been fucked multiple times in front of lots of guys. But somehow its this that causes me to blush. He chuckles again and increases the pace. Fucking me harder, my hole is making obscene noises as he mixes all of the cum already in me up. I am back to panting and moaning when he throws his head back and grunts. His cock throbs inside my arse and I know he is delivering his dangerous cumload as deeply as he can. He slides himself from my very well used cunt and pats my shoulder. “You’re definitely in the club now boy. But I think my friends still want to make sure.” He gestures to the other men remaining and they help me stand and, in confusion, I allow them to lead me across the room on shaky legs where they push me back onto the sling and strap my ankles to the chains.

Ch.2 I’m not waiting long before I feel hands on my head making me face forward. I am lifted until on my hands and knees and facing a fairly thick set of legs with a thick cock jutting from between them. The head is leaking precum which has soaked all around his thick foreskin. I lick my lips unconsciously and lean forward. I run my tongue all around that cock head revelling in the flavour of his juices. I flick my tongue around the tip and his piss-slit before worming under that foreskin to tease around his glans. He begins to buck as I work the sensitive cockhead causing him to push into my mouth. I don’t hesitate and begin to suck him hungrily. He grabs my head on either side and starts a fucking motion. I start to moan around his dick to cause vibration through his shaft and he grunts at my efforts to please him. “Fucking good cocksucker, watched you take that load just now. Knew you’d want some more spunk in you.” As he says this I feel another pair of hands on my arse spreading me. I try to brace myself for the fucking to come but instead I feel warmth and then the sensation of my hole being licked. My eyes roll in pleasure as I am rimmed. The cock in my mouth keeps up its relentless pace and I am really moaning now as I feel fingers shoved into me. “Just wanted to make sure you were good and open. We’re both pretty thick.” The voice from behind me was a little muffled but I processed the intent and was thankful for the consideration. Even though I had just been fucked if the guy behind me was anything like the guy currently using my mouth it was going to stretch me. Moments later I feel the shifting as the guy behind me, satisfied that I was open enough, moves himself into position. The thick, blunt head that presses to my ring and forces through in a swift fashion would have had me shouting if I wasn’t already gagged with cock. It doesn’t really hurt, other than in that good way that comes from being stretched, but I feel unready as they both begin to match thrusts inside me. Filled at either end, my hips and head being held I have no choice but to go with it and ride it out. Not that I’m complaining. On the contrary I’m moaning like a total slut being stretched, fucked and used by two very thick cocked guys either one of which could probably lift me one handed. It is wonderful and I am completely gone. I’m not driving anymore. Need is. Lust is. These two amazing fuckers are. I know my arse is going to be gaped after this, the pounding that has built up behind me is punishing my behind in the best ways I can imagine. The long thrusts in and out of me in constant rhythm have my own cock bouncing under me and dripping precum like crazy. The slide and stretch that pulls at my anal muscles then keeps rocking my prostate has me bucking my hips like the keenest bitch. All the while I am drooling and moaning around the buddy who is using my mouth like his favourite wank toy. “Fuck this cunt is good.” “I know. Bitch can suck too.” “You close? Or you wanna swap?” “Happy to change it up, I want to try everything this fucker has before we breed him.” I can hear the words and in some way I understand whats happening as they both suddenly withdraw and leave me panting on the bench. A moaning sticky mess. They are quick to swap ends though and I am very quickly pulled back how they want me. With no time to relax or even say anything they both drive into me. I taste myself on the cock now filling my mouth holding my jaw wide. My tongue flicks around the shaft as the guy, who just seconds ago was stretching out my arsehole, begins to push into my throat. Trying to accommodate him my focus is lost as I am pushed forward by the guy behind me as he rams himself home. I am again a fuck tube for them both. I swear their cocks are almost identical. I feel stretched in practically the same way at either end as they pick up their pace. The hammering at my backdoor has me once again groaning in total pleasure around the cock making me gag and I feel my whole body shudder as they use me for their enjoyment. “Both of us are going to cum up your cunt.” “Yeah, we figured you were here for loads when we saw you bouncing on that cock earlier.” “Going to soak you with spunk you dirty slut.” “You know it’s what you want.” I know they were talking to me, I know it was all true. I do want it. It’s the only thing that matters. I need their cum mixing inside me. Even as they are talking I am nodding in agreement, unable to form any words around the impressive cock stretching my lips. “I reckon there’s a good few here tonight who’ll want to add to that cumdump hole.” “Fuck yes, you come in here and start taking loads you’ll definitely get noticed.” “No way you leave without being properly bred you dirty cunt.” I was moaning incoherently as they pound me harder. Their dirty talking turning me on but becoming darker as they fucked me more and more. Maybe it’s just cum talk. Saying the nastiest things to push each other over the edge. As their pleasure builds so they lose the normal internal censor. “Fuck yes! Building up a nice dirty load for your hole you fucking slut.” The guy fucking my arse wasn’t quiet he was pretty much yells this as he drive his thick shaft into my sloppy hole. It feels so good I can’t even try to pull away. But it’s pretty obvious they intend to make me take more than cum from them. “Fuck him harder.” The guy in my mouth is holding my head firmly as his mate slams into me over and over. “Tear that hole up good for your spunk!” “Oh yes going to knock you up bitch.” I was still rocking my hips. The pleasure is undeniable and with no way out I have to take his cock. And his cum. He groans as he shoves into me. I feel his cock pulsing as he squeezes my hips. “Fuck, oh fuck. Cumming you cunt. Breeding you!” I can’t help it. I moan around the cock in my mouth again. It does feel good and I love the sensation. I guess I just never expected to be used so thoroughly and in such plain sight. The cock is pulled from my arse and I start to slump on the bench. But I am held in place as the guy at my head moves behind me and jams his cock back into my fuckhole. “Oh fuck!” It’s all I can manage as I am again subjected to a pounding fuck. The guy who had just unloaded inside me has walked up to my head and knelt in front of me. Holding my head he looks into my eyes and grins. I am mumbling as I am taking his buddy’s cock hard and fast but he just talks to me. “Yeah we’re both poz. Both unmedicated and we’ve both fucked you hard. Plus from what I’ve seen behind you there’s quite a crowd who wanted to see what all the noise was and from all of the stroking going on quite a few want to add to the spunk filling inside you.” “I don’t..” “Shhh. Yes you do. You know you came in here tonight looking to get fucked and now you will be. By the time you leave here you will definitely be knocked up so you might as well enjoy it. It certainly looks like you have been so far.” As he finishes talking he reaches under me and squeezes my leaking dick. As he did this his mate fucked hard into me a few more times then roared as his climax took him over. My hole swallows his cock and his cum while I push my face into the bench yelling in my own pleasure. I hear a smattering of applause from around the room and I raise my head to see at least a dozen guys watching these two congratulating themselves on their very thorough breeding of me. As the two disappear out of the room several of the onlookers step forward and surround the bench. I realise I haven’t even moved. I’m still on my hands and knees presenting my well fucked arse to the crowd. I might as well have sent out invitations.

I was 11 and once I'd had it I couldn't stop! I'd sucked dick a few years before that too.

Ever since high school sports, ever since my first whiff of the locker room, I have loved the manly smell of sweaty junk. It makes me even hornier than usual. A sweaty hairy crotch, cock and balls makes me ready to beg. I played football, basketball, and baseball in high school. Then baseball in college. It never changed. I had to have cock after that locker room.

Brilliant @S6AT6A6N! Love this and hope Joe returns and Lew is being a nasty PiG like Stevie is!

Chapter 38; *Becoming closer with Uncle Chad* I was now watching both of them from to the side of their bodies. The stark contrast of a chubby Black body against an emaciated white jaundiced frail body was just so damn fucking hot to see. I grabbed hold of my Gono leaking dick, and moments later Joe started to slide his sweet NEG ass down on Uncle Chad's dangerous fuck weapon with his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he rode on that sweeT AIDS Death-dick! Chad after a while stopped staying still, wrapping his arms around Joe and began to take control of the fucking, and very soon was at a reasonable steady pace. Fuck, I could not not join in. I knelt behind my Daddy of death, and slid my own dick up his diseased cunT, and fucked him with the three of us in nasty-PiG unison. The man in the middle started to cough, which sounded like it was a really bad chest infection. But, that did not stop him enjoying defiling this piece of fresh meat. He then began to fuck much faster than he had been and was getting breathless very quickly. He began to shudder, with a raspy cough ensuing. Fuck, this really was a fuck of death if I had ever seen one. He took one last thrust, took one big grunT, then fell silent as his highly charged seed began to spew into Joe's NEG guts. And I knew Uncle Chad was now cumming as each rope of very dirty cum his perineal muscles were propelling into this willing PiG, I would feel his own cunT muscles clamp onto and massage my dick. - Oh FUCK Uncle Chad, your cunT feels so fucking great. My daddy of death once fully spent went to go and lie down. That fuck had taken it all out of him. And here I was to carry on his legacy, and, why not show him here and now that he can be proud of me, so I slid my aching dick into Joe and began to fuck him with long hard slow strokes, with CRF19 poz loaded cum as the absolute perfect lube. I had been fucking this fresh PiG for a while, with Uncle Chad's dirty cum sloshing and squelching about inside, when we suddenly heard a voice; - FUCK YEAH, it's Aiden's dancing PiG. It was the tattooed septum pierced skinhead, who was the last guy to fuck me at the afTer-parTy the night of my dancing gig 3 weeks ago. He stepped into the private cabin and got himself in between my legs and just shoved his toxic dick up my cunT. No spit no nothing, just rammed it in. Time for a recharge it seems. - Definitely not as sloppy as the first time I banged your cunT faGGot, but it still feels great. Wonder if any of those loads that night took!? - I just had a severe flu. I think it must have been a seroconversion. - And what about this chubby fucker here; Poz? - No, NEG apparently. - Oh FUCK YEEEEEAH, breed that hole. Share your toxic seed and spread the gifT. FUCK YEEEEEAH, stick it to the whore. The thought of me as someone new to the brotherhood seeding a NEG hole seemed to overly excite him, and he busted his filth up my cunT within minutes of ramming into me. He climbed off of me, and went to the front, barking at Joe to clean his dick up. As the skinhead and I had our dicks serviced we looked at each other; I lusting after him as he was so sexy and rough, and he smirking at me as though to say; 'welcome to your freedom as a fully charged-up poz PiG'. Getting lost in his alpha essence I partly forgot I had a cunT on the end of my dick, and, then it was too late to hold back ... And my toxic seed erupted inside of Joe's guts, as the skinhead's toxic seed at the same time dribbled out of my sweet ass. ☢️ Once I was done my rough skinhead and I swapped positions, and he slopped about with Uncle Chad and I's cum being churned up with his rough fucking. And the lucky chubby PiG got to clean up my dick too. Soon it was just Uncle Chad and I alone again, and I could have gone playing around, but, I wanted to spend some quality time with this wise man. I ended up going back to his place. Everything was so clean, and neat, and he was totally prepared in mind and practically to go into the hospice tomorrow. - Fancy a pure blood blood slam sweet Stevie-boy? - Not a broTherhood shoT? - No, just pure blood. - I would LOVE that. Have More of you inside me, integrating with my DNA, and becoming as one. I want you to be a part of me forever Uncle Chad. He smiled, looking at me fondly. He put a tourniquet onto an arm on both of us, and before I knew it, I had my first ever pure blood slam with a viral load of 59 million from my donor. - Fuck it, let's do some meTh too [ My Daddy of death exclaimed ]. We both had a few shoTs each, and fucked each other for several hours. Not manic crazy fucking, but long, slow, unhurried, man on man, feral RAW poz fucking. We both came inside of each other several times, and kissed passionately a lot too. Even though he was deathly thin, I found him super sexy. and licking on his AIDS wasted cunT hole was sheer pure heaven. The following morning came, and I awoke being spooned by Uncle Chad. In that moment I could have died with him and joined him for an eternity of more of what we shared lastnight after we got back to his. I went with him to the hospice which was a Saturday, and told him I'd try and come by later in the week next week. I kissed him softly on his lips, and went on my way, feeling his virulent poz DNA course through my veins. ☣️ That night my boyfriend Lew and I had our planned video chat. It was becoming really awkward now our talks. Could it be we both had plenty to hide. Maybe we would both find out all in good time. He did seem concerned for my appearance. Apparently I looked like I had lost weight, and was looking pretty pale, in his words. If only he knew! 😉 I FINALLY went back to work on Monday, and worked the full week, and really enjoyed it, and was now feeling myself become that much more settled. The weekend came and I spent it on properly getting in groceries to make my own meals, and some furniture to suit my own taste. There was no talking with Lew, and I didn't get time to go and see Uncle Chad. I would go and see him on Monday, as Ayan had given me that day off as I was going to the clinic for my PEP treatment follow up, and blood work. What would the Doctor say! 😈

Chapter 37; *broTherhood shoT for Joe* 💉 We all made some small talk for a bit, then Chad piped up; - You seem a bit on edge Joe, fancy some meTh? - I have never had it. But I hear it is great for releasing your inhibitions. Do you inject it? - I do yes. - That's the thing, I am scared of needles. - Well, you don't have to look. If you close your eyes now, and keep them shut until I have dosed you up, then you will be fine. - Okay, why not. He closed his eyes, and Uncle Chad set about giving this stud a fuck he'd never forget. I helped put a tourniquet on my unforgettable CRF19 donor who then put in a needle into his own arm, and drew out some super charged up toxic blood into a syringe full of meTh. Then, a tourniquet went on our guest; - Now keep still, just a quick short sharp scratch. In went the needle, and I watched Uncle Chad depress the plunger, injecting in meTh, and his blood of death. The illusive and very special broTherhood shoT. Out with the needle and arm into position to stop any potential bleeding. He started to both sweat and breath heavily, then kept on repeatedly saying whilst feverishly playing with his limp dick; - Fuck Yeah. Fuck Yeah. Fuck Yeah. I was laying against one of the cabin walls and was needing my poz-Gono dick cleaning up from my anonymous steam room fuck; - Suck my dick slut, c'mon, show me what you are made of. He got on all fours in front of me, and started sucking me like a true champ. He must have had plenty of practice with his lover come ex brother in law. I milked my perineum to get out extra Gono-pus from my dick, as a side serving to go with the the steam room cunt juice he was cleaning up. And just like Todd I'd roar in pain when the Gono flowed out heavily via its provocation. Uncle Chad got behind him and began to rim and finger alternating between the two, slowly opening up this recently divorced meTh PiG's virgin cunt. With his now ex brother in law he was the 'Top'. My CRF19 stud once he had opened up the new PiG spat on his dick for what would be one of his last ever fucks, and slid in. Only half way in, and Joe gasped; - Oh fuck. I wasn't expecting that. Shit man, that feels fucking good. - Good. Now come up to the seated position. I LOVE to fuck that way. Nice and intimate. The meTh'd up PiG responded duly with Uncle Chad slowly rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his deathly fuck meat in and out, in and out. Then he leaned in to whisper; - Did you enjoy your broTherhood shoT sluT? - What is a broTherhood shoT? - A combination of meTh, and HIV infecTed blood, which I just gave to you. - Where did you get the blood? - From a vein in my arm. But you didn't see that as your eyes were shut as you are apparently squeamish with needles. ... there was a small pause ... - So you are HIV positive? - Yes, I have the virus, which has now progressed onto AIDS! Whilst we are here having this conversation, what is your status? - I am HIV negative. Uncle Chad and I looked at each other as though to say ''That broTherhood shoT you just took has probably just changed that situation for you entirely". He stopped fucking Joe, but remained HARD and remained DEEP inside. And now to put his expert hands to good use. They sure knew how to touch you in all the right places with the exact pressure required to have you begging for his super charged up filth. He commenced stroking Joe in his meTh'd up state with a combination of soft and firm strokes all over his body; His neck, his legs, his arms, his back, and the sides to his trunk ~ Soft. Firm Slow! All the while Joe was moaning, and with each stroke his moans got louder, and louder, and louder. As this AIDS stud worked his latest project up into a frenzy he also took to some nasty poz verbal speaking quietly yet firmly in this meTh'd up PiG's ear; - You like the feel of RAW dick up your cunT do you, you nasty sluT? - Fuck Yeah, it feels so fucking great. Feels so smooth and natural. - Well, if you want to continue feeling my HIV infecTed dick slide in and out of your big beefy black ass, then you are going to have to do some of the work here. Show me that you really want my dirty cum spewed into your piggy guts!

i was 8 years old and my brothers friend raped me he asked me to come over to his place he wanted to show me something and i went over and he sure showed me i dident know what he was doing to me at the time but the more he did it the more i liked it once he shot his load deep in me i was hooked he bred my ass for 4 years i could never stop after that

10,mall restroom. Redhead with an 8in cock.

This is a good question. What exactly is the timeline for such a thing? We read stories with sex partners saying "their very last NEG load" right during the sex when they got a poz load. It hasn't had time to work its magic. He might still have a NEG one tomorrow, or the day after. There's no logical way it transforms you that instantaneously. I doubt even the superbugs do that so soon! Prove me wrong.

I want to get fucked by someone with the CRF19 Cuban strain

If you count being HIV positive as something out of a person’s control, then I have, multiple times. I was rejected over it at the baths tonight, in fact. The guy knew about Undetectable = Untransmittable but he still wanted no part of me. I’m used to it now; no matter whether a cure emerges or not, the Enemy Virus leaves a scar.

Never met a cock that I couldn't take. Biggest, girth-wise, I ever had was the size of a beer bottle. It was so thick that I couldn't wrap my fingers around it. Did my best trying to suck him off and stroking it to get it fully hard. I had real doubts about being able to take it. Definately a case of my lust and eyes writing checks my body could not cash. He then got me face down on my stomach, pumped several squirts of lube in my hole and on his dick, and placed his rhino-sized cock at the entrance to my hole. Then he pushed. It felt like he was trying to jam a telephone pole into me. My hole was stretched to the limit and I asked him to stop several times. Instead, he put more of his 200lb body weight until I felt my hole give and he slid inch by painful inch into me until his full 8+ inches sunk balls deep into me and his ballsac rested on mines. It must have taken him about a minute to get it all the way in but it felt like an eternity, wondering how much cock is he going to put in me and how long can I take this much pain. The word "rape" crossed my mind. I was gritting my teeth and tears rolled down my face as my hole felt like a bomb went off in it. He held himself still for a few minutes then started to swirl his hips then pump his cock in and out of me in slow, shallow strokes. Before long, we were in full fuck mode, though the dull pain never subsided. His first nut took less than 10 minutes. Felt like he unloaded a gallon of cum in me. My guts felt hot and slightly bloated, like if I had used the entire contents of a Fleet enema. Yet, he didn't take himself out of me. He just laid on top of me and let his dick slightly soften in me while his cock continued to spasm and pump the rest of his jizz into me. He rested on me for a bit then again, he startd to swivel his hips and I felt him get hard again. He rolled us over as one unit, using his powerfully built frame. Now I was on him, reverse cowgirl style. He gripped my hips and ass and made grind on his dick like I was a sex doll. I was on top but he controlled my pace. From there, we switched positions several more times over the course of two hours. He came four more times before he was spent. The bed was a mess. Cum tinged with blood was smeared all over the sheets and pillows. It reminded me of the horse-head scene from the Godfather. He told me I was the first guy he's fucked in months and apologized for being so forceful in the beginning. His need to breed got the better of him and when his cock head was able to pass the the hole, he couldn't stop himself. He said most of the guys he meets can't take him, leaving him frustrated and feeling down. He definitely tore my hole and left me with a terrible case of piles for weeks. The gape was immense and I had a hard time sitting or walking without it feeling like my ass was on fire. It didn't deter me though...he became one of my regular fucks for about two years until he had to move away for work. Don't let big dicks scare you. The pain subsides, but the pleasure is forever.

Yes he does as the strain that managed to infect him will replicate once in. He'd likely be given different meds but the danger (and the reason why his doc is worried) is that a truvada-resistant strain could also mutate to be resistant to other meds if he doesn't take the new meds properly. If through his lifestyle he passes these strains on then that's when it starts to become a problem as you are now dealing with more people with resistant strains.

Have him stealth me and let's find out. I'm on Prep.

Headed to Fukdto in Toronto to ring in the new year! The best bb parties I've been to in a long time.

I had missed this complete story since it is in the Chem-Sex section, but wow, it sounds like a fantastic nine days of sex and knowing the outcome, it certainly is life changing. I know I would have done exactly the same---I am attracted to a a good looking smooth youngish guy with a hot cock and would eagerly let him infect me with anything he had. That written, being a true chaser--I would have done the same thing even knowing the outcome.

As a cocksucking bottom, I like to suck cock no matter how big or small as long as there is cum at the end. Sure I adore a big black cock as much as the next cocksucker, but I won't turn away a small one. Sometimes the small ones shoot big...

Met a 30-something, muscular, hung, black top on vacation from the Marine base in SD. I was at the Temptation pool partybat the Luxor, where the bodies were hot and the drinks were cold. Spotted him dancing to the EDM pounding its beats and stirring libidos. Waded over to him, look him in the eyes, turned around, and pushed my luscious ass into his crotch. We danced for a bit, his hands eventually sliding across my stomach and into my speedos. I tugged my speedos down, exposing my ass and he opened up his shorts, pulling out his magnificent python. I trapped his shaft between my ass cheecks as we danced some more. Eventually his cock head was knocking at my hole. He wanted to fuck and I wanted him to fuck me. Minutes later we were in my room. Making out, his naked body on mines, I pulled out some Magnums and lube. I gave him an achingly slow blowjob and hit took all my will power to not gag on his powerful cock as he slid it down my throat and held it there for what felt like an eternity. After he became fully hard, he proceeded to massage his dick while lubimg my hole with two, then three fingers in me. He pulled himself up and spead my legs wide. He slowly pushed his massive cock in my hole. It hurt a bit, but I was pretty loose from the previous fucks the past couple of days. I put my hand on his hip and asked him to put a condom on first before we fuck. He slid it in even further and told me he wanted to feel my raw hole for a bit. He then pushed it in balls deep, slid it out half way, and slid it back in. I gasped in enjoyment and the thought of protected sex totally escaped my mind. He proceeded to fuck me, dominate me, use me. He called me a slut, a whore, his bitch, bending and tossing me in different positions. I ended up on top, riding him like a possessed, cock hungry, slut. His dick was buried deep in me, past my second ring in my sex hole, grinding away. He warned me that he was about to nut but I keep going. He uttered profanities and grunted. I felt his hot essence spreading deep in me. I was so hypnotized by his sex that I didn't care that he could me possibly be loading me up with poz cum. We fucked for several more hours. It was so good that he made me cum like a split-tailed bitch by working his immense dick on my p-spot. In all, he unloaded his plum sized balls in me at least five times. After his final orgasm, he stood up, dressed, and left without a word. Come to think of it, the name he gave me was probably false. I laid in bed, sore, my anus swollen and gaping, his cum leaking out of me like a cheap whore. A few months after returning from my vacation, I got my quarterly STI test, I'm (still) negative, but if I ever ran into Corporal "Dwayne", USMC again, told me he was poz, and wants to tear my hole up, my pants would drop in an instant.

Took an anon raw load at an outdoors cruising spot today. A nice 8 incher pumping a big load in me while another guy watched.

Reporting from IML on felchingpisser.blogspot.com.

I love being told what position to get into even if its uncomfortable to me. The fact that my top is fuking me and using me the way he want is.. wow so hot. I am submissive and fem when I fuck so like my legs together and apart in doggy. However I will generally start with them apart. Has he had you put feet and knees together while in missionary? The same sort of control is available there too.

This is not quite a bug-chasing/gifting story, but clearly is in that direction. ********************************************************************** For some time now a young MD has been toying with me on-line. He's negative and he's intrigued by the fact that I am HIV+ and fantasizing about having raw sex with me, but he is always too afraid to cum here or to let me cum to his place ... until last night that is! The last time he toyed with me, giving me his address and phone number then freaking out at the last minute, I threatened to go to his place and rape him if he did it again. For about a week he avoided me. Every time I came on-line he quickly got off-line. The last night he got on-line and before he could leave I IM'd him and asked him if he was avoiding me. He said yes. I asked him if he were afraid of me. He said he was, but was also afraid of what he might do himself in terms of being unsafe. We talked a good while. I tried to get him to commit to meeting me. He was non-committal. He fudged. He had to run the clinic in the morning. He was on call. He had a stressful day. I bought nothing of this. I pushed. I talked dirty to him. I told him what I wanted to do to him. I could see by his responses that he was wavering in his defense. He was still afraid of me cumming in his ass or his mouth. So, I said "Well I promise you that I won't even take my 501s off let alone unbutton them." "Oh," he said." You're willing to be an oral top then." Yes," I said “I want to suck your pierced cock! I want to make you moan with pleasure." He said that he was rock hard and wanted me so badly. He said that it was too far for him to come down to mid-town. (Believe me it is less than a 20 minute ride on the train!) I told him the big lie and I said that I would come to his place since I in the neighborhood, and could be there in five minutes. HA! Got him! He relented, begging me to cum over and gave me his address again and his phone number and said he wanted to see me "right away!" I said that I was walking out the door, and I would be there in 20 minutes and signed off before he could answer. I grabbed my Tennessee Williams short story paperback and ran to the train. By good fortune there was an express train about to leave as I walked into the 42nd Street station, so I arrived at 110th Street in less than fifteen minutes and walked directly to his apartment building three blocks up. The doorman let me in and showed me the elevator. In less than a minute this stud was ringing the doorbell standing there in my gray cotton t-shirt, my 501 button fly levis, white wool socks and white sneakers. He opened the door and gasped. "What's the matter, you don't like what you see?" I asked." No," he said, "you're a fucking hot stud." I did not expect that. Frankly, this guy was hot himself. He took me immediately to the side of his bed. He was only wearing a pair of boxers. We immediately started kissing as I caressed his back and solid hot buns. Then, I knelt down in front of him pulled down those boxers and took his cock in my mouth and began to lick and suck it. He groaned. I turned him so that I could push him down on the bed. He whimpered and shook. I put his hot legs on my shoulders and started licking his toes and worked my way up to his crotch. The closer I got to his cock and ass the more he whimpered. Then I did the same with the other foot and hot muscular leg and thigh. He was ready to scream! I pushed his legs in the air and thrust my tongue in that hot quivering ass! He started calling upon his maker! I kept deliberately tongue fucking him only stopping to call him a fucking pig slut and other endearing names. "Oh, God" he moaned repeatedly. "Fucking pig!" I emphasized. I continued to tongue fuck him and chew on that sweet, sweet asshole for over an hour, alternating between that and sucking his pierced cock. He was close. So I came up for air. HA! He excused himself and went in to the bathroom. I lay down sideways on the bed with my feet touching the floor my legs spread apart facing the bathroom door. I pulled my gray t-shirt out of my 510s just up to the bottom of my rib cage and pushed the 501s down just a bit exposing my light hairy stomach. As he came out of the bathroom I was caressing my stomach with one hand, the other rested on my chest. He fell down on his back beside me. I turned my face to him and he turned to me and put his arm over me and we began a long passionate kiss, his hand caressing my exposed stomach ... very lightly and gently. My cock became rock hard and bulged in my 501s. Each time his hand reached to the top of my 501s he would put a finger down the inside. Finally, he touched the tip of my soggy wet manhood and moved a finger around under the foreskin. I was in ecstasy. I was hot and throbbing. Suddenly he sat up and pulling his legs up underneath him he turned himself so that he was facing across my body below the level of my waist. He started to undo the military belt buckle. I feebly protested and touched his hand. "No, please, let me do this." I wanted him. I knew now that I would have him. He could not resist and I knew it. He unbuttoned the buttons on my fly and pulled my 501s open exposing my throbbing 7x5 uncut infected cock. He leaned over and his mouth took the full length of my shaft and his lips pressed against my crotch. I moaned. "Please stop! I'm close!" I pulled his mouth off my cock. He pleaded with me! "Please Daddy, please, this is what I want. I want to drink your fuckin’ load of cum. I want to taste it! Please don't keep it from me. Please let me have it!" It was the most erotic scene I have ever been in. I was so unbelievably aroused by this whole thing. I had him exactly where I wanted him. I knew this would happen. I laid back and his warm mouth engulfed me and he sucked my hot throbbing meat until I engorged this hot poz jizz down his warm and eager throat. He swallowed several times. He was shaking he was so excited. I must have shot a huge creamy load. When he finally took his mouth from my cock we kissed passionately for a long time. Then I sat up and, kneeling on the floor, pulled his legs around my torso, leaned over and sucked his cock long and hard until he shot a big wad of thick, sweet cum in my mouth. It was wonderful. There was so much that some spilled out of my mouth on to his blond hairy belly and I licked-up the spilled load. He sat up and we kissed passionately. Three hours had gone by. It was time for me to get back down-town. I took the bus back. I wanted to savor the memory of that erotic scene. Later that night I sent him an email saying how much I had enjoyed myself and hoped that he would not have any morning after regrets about what we had done. This is the reply I received from him in the morning. “I have no regrets. It was an incredibly erotic moment. I did exactly what I wanted to do. We WILL play again. Sometime soon....”

Sometimes it's so easy to bug a neg. There's no challenge to it. But since every faggot deserves the fatal fuk, it’s my duty to oblige. I was at an AIDS benefit, and this young bartender kept giving me the eye. I figured if he wanted me to dick him, I’d accommodate. So I started a conversation, and hinted I’d go home with him if he wanted. He got this look of lust in his eyes, and I knew I had a taker. He said be off in an hour, so I waited around in anticipation of shooting a killer load up his ass. I had his clothes off in no time. He had a good body and a nice dick, but it was his ass I was interested in. The easiest way to get into a faggot's ass is to rim it, so I went to work on him. I had his legs in the air in no time. I spit on my dick, aligned it with his hole, and thrust my weapon inside his guts. He gasped, urging me to go slow, cause he hadn't been fukked in a while. That turned me on, so I started to power-fuk him. I had one objective in mind—to blow a huge load of deadly cum deep inside his guts. He kept stroking, and I pulled his hand off and told him not yet. He told me that most guys who screwed him came in a couple minutes. I said that I had no intention of making this QUICK (which was true) and DIRTY--which was not. I started to really plow his ass. I wanted to tear him up a bit. After10 minutes, I was ready for the kill. I asked him where he wanted it. He said to shoot all over him, but NOT INSIDE. That made me smile, knowing he wanted to stay NEG but was taking my poz dick up his ass. "TOO LATE!" I said. He tensed in a last ditch effort to reject me. I shot what felt like a gallon of POZ jizz up his NEG ass. He went limp, accepting the inevitable. I kept fukking him, massaging my cum into his gut. He started stroking his pole again, and I let him. I flipped him onto his stomach, and slid my dick, slick with poz cum, back inside him. I started pumping again, and 20 minutes later shot my 2nd load of poison. I glanced at my watch. I’d fukked him for half an hour so far. My dick came out pink--cum mixed with blood. I pictured my virus entering his bloodstream, which made me hard again. I told him I needed to dick him some more. The grimace on his face told me he was getting pretty sore. But my needs came first, and I rode his neg ass for what seemed like an eternity (but was only 30 minutes). I finally shot my 3rd load. His hand went back to his pole, and I let him cum. I figured he deserved that much. He shot all over his chest—hopefully the last NEG load of his life. As I dressed, he told me he’d never been fukked him like that before, and that it’d been the best sex of his life. I agreed, but not for the reasons he was thinking. I told him to relax, that I’d get the door myself. I locked it behind me. I left him there naked, covered with his own cum, my deadly bug taking over his body. Not bad for an hour’s work.

My friend, Aaron, who POZZED me two years ago, loves to watch me get fucked. He loves screwing my Hole after it's been lubed with another guy's Cum. Three-ways really turn him on. Friday night we had an orgy with a guy from AOL. We hooked up at Aaron's. Ol' Aaron seemed pleased with the Dude—especially after I told him he was still NEG. We headed to the bedroom and got right down to business. I sucked Aaron while AOL watched. I took both their Cocks down my throat. Then my friend told AOL to fuck me. Aaron lubed my Hole and AOL's Dick. Soon I was flat on my back with my legs on AOL's shoulders while Aaron straddled my face with his Cock down my throat. I rimmed Aaron's Ass. Felching's not my favorite thing, but Aaron's Butt is so tasty I can't resist. I wish my tongue were longer—he tastes so good! Aaron started fucking my face, and I was getting plugged at both ends. "Fuck him hard! Pound that Ass!" my Bud urged AOL. "Shoot your Load up his Mancunt! Lube that Pussy good for me!" Aaron started rimming AOL, who quickly spooged way up inside me. My Hole was sloppy and wet—the way Aaron likes it. He shoved his Cock in my Hole. I was so worked over I had no trouble taking his huge Shaft up my Pussy. He shot a humungous POZ Load in minutes. AOL ate the POZ Jism out my Hole. He seemed to ravish the blend of multiple Strains and Ass Juice. The mix dripped down my Ass and AOL lapped it up. While he was felching me, Aaron got behind him, aiming his Dick at his Hole. "No way, Man. I don't get fucked!" Aaron shoved Poppers under his nose, just as he had the night he POZZED me. After a few hits AOL was well on his way to becoming another just POZ Cumslut. As Aaron fucked him, I slid beneath them and AOL screwed me again. I lay on my stomach, relishing every quiver and quake of their illicit lovemaking. AOL moaned he was gonna Shoot a second time. Aaron plowed him harder, and the Dude exploded up my Ass. Spent, he tried to pull out and get Aaron out of his Pussy. But again Aaron shoved Poppers beneath his nose while simultaneously fouling his Virgin Hole with gobs of thick Toxic Cum. As AOL drove me home, he seemed pensive—said it'd been years since he'd been fucked like that and how good It felt. Feeling his Spooge leak out of my Pussy, I remarked that being a Bottom has certain advantages—that I, too, had been a Top till I met Aaron. "Aaron's clean, isn't he? I mean, he doesn't have any serious STDs or anything?" I decided a Little White Lie was in order. I knew that Aaron would want to breed him again (and again, until It took), and I didn't want to spoil his fun.