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Now Titan is suing individual uploaders to torrent sites... http://www.xbiz.com/news/124549 Personally I think Titan has gone too far in their lawsuits before and I don't promote them as a result. They're relentless in suing people and try to bankrupt the people they go after. Whatever you do - stay away from Titan videos if you're doing file sharing... Actually Titan uses condoms in their videos so you'd want to stay away anyway Still, I think we're seeing a shift and there will be a lot more lawsuits against uploaders in the future...

Same here only once there's serious shit I rarely ever can get it up after that to fuck.

Let's see... Things that piss me off... Bottoms who flake out at the last minute. Especially when I they wasted time I could have spent finding another bottom. Getting shit on my dick. Especially when it's a lot of shit. If it's a very small amount it's sorta understandable. Asses that smell dirty. "Musky" is sorta OK - though I won't do much rimming when you're musky. Bottoms who don't clearly show their flaws in their pics. Be upfront about what's "wrong" with you and I'll decide if I'm OK with it. Aggressive bottoms who tell me how to fuck them (or how to service them when they're jacking off). Just shut up and take my dick. (Being assertive is fine - if you're not submissive, know the difference between assertive and aggressive). Bottoms who interrupt my fucking when I'm in a groove. Bottoms who are so tweaked that they're easily distracted. Bottoms who jack their dick so vigorously that it makes it difficult to fuck them. A little jacking is fine. Bottoms who try to use poppers while they're on their backs and I'm fucking them (one bottom got poppers in his eye by doing that - they're easily spilled when you're on your back and getting pounded). [i wanted to get to an even 10, but can't think of another major one...] Minor irritations... Bottoms who ask "how's it going?" on hookup sites. Be more direct - tell me what you want, when you want it, and where you want it. Bottoms who get upset with me for not hooking up with them after a few months when they live an hour away (Brooklyn, Queens, Jersey, etc.). Bottoms who are so tweaked they're like zombies. Bad breath. Femmy guys. If you're femmy just be relatively quiet - it'll make you seem less femmy.

Welcome to Breeding Zone HungryBottom! I see that's your first post...

Welcome Arcaner - I see that was your first post. If you know other guys who are missing BBX and BNSkin, tell them about Breeding Zone

Hey SanJuanCumLover - I see that's your first post. Welcome to Breeding Zone!

@TOPbarebackSD - Let's chat between now and then and plan on doing something...

Hey naatural - Welcome to Breeding Zone! I see that's your first post...

Hey SunInMyFace - Welcome to Breeding Zone. Thanks for the great story for your first post!

Nope. And still can't login.

untitledbb - I see that's your first post. Welcome to Breeding Zone and thanks for sharing...

I agree that converting recently vs a while ago would probably make a difference. But age doesn't work the way you think it does. HIV is apparently more mild when you're young and your body is working at peak efficiency. So if you convert at 50 you won't live as many years as someone who converts at 20. And the number is substantially higher than 25 years now and it continues to ciimb. Still, I think it's fascinating so few poz guys would try hard to stay neg if they had it to do all over again... Speaks volumes. That is really the major obstacle "safe sex" advocates are up against. Back in the 80s and early 90s most poz guys would have done anything to go back to being neg. Now, not so much. You can't really be effective at preaching condom use when the guys who became poz aren't all that upset they're poz.

When a bottom leaves his door ajar, you walk into his bedroom and see him ass up with his head buried in his pillow... He doesn't even look back as you rim him and then slide your raw dick into him...

BBCumPigGA - Looks like that was your first post. Welcome to Breeding Zone!

Good. I was wondering if I pissed them off or something... Bad in that the site is down. Hope it's nothing catastrophic - I like that site.

Yeah, I had problems this morning. Send them a support request and haven't heard back. Not sure what's going on. It was acting like my user name and password were fucked up. Then wouldn't send a password reminder... Is that what's happening for you?

I'm bumping this thread. I had set the poll to close too quickly and sorta want to see what the results are if more guys respond...

I've always liked Koala... http://koalaswim.com/ http://www.koalamensclub.com/

I was kinda bored the other night so I headed to the park. There was a new moon, and it was extremely dark. A couple cars were in the lot, but for all I knew they were bashers or undercover cops. The park can be a dangerous place at night, so I erred on the better side of caution. Once in the Tearoom I stopped to let my eyes adjust. It was pitch black, except for incandescent flickers as vehicles traversed the lot. At the urinal, a Tall Dude was getting sucked by a Young Guy. I must have missed part of the action cause his pants were already down around his feet. An Old Fart stole up behind him, spat on his Shaft, and rammed it up the Youngster's Ass. The Kid squealed like a pig, though it sounded kinda funny since his mouth was stuffed with Cock. The Punk struggled to pull off; but the Dude fucking his face gripped his head tightly, and the Troll behind him locked his arms about his waist. He was impaled beyond escape. A few minutes later both men cried out as they shot inside the Kid. The Boy protested vehemently, but choked and gagged as the Tall One spooged down his throat. The two Assailants pulled out; and the defeated, ravaged Youth slumped to the floor. One of the men wrapped his arm around the other, like they were lovers or good friends. The Troll rebuked the Punk, "You're a Tight Fuck, Sonny Boy; but ya gotta learn to play the game." I glanced down at the sobbing Youth. He looked like he was gonna puke, but climbed slowly to his knees. He asked why I hadn't intervened. I shrugged; but he persisted, "WHY!?" "I thought you were havin’ a good time." "Getting’ raped by a couple of Perverts? You call that fun? Fuck you!” Ungrateful Dude! That Boy's response reminded me of how I was ungrateful once. It was during a thunderstorm. I didn't think anyone'd be in the park, but decided to chance it. I was surprised to find several cars in the lot, one of which was a black van. No sooner did I walk into the john than I saw a huge bulky man standing near the urinal. Fuck was he built! In his late 30's, 6'5", solid muscle, bald head, and wearing fatigues. Needless to say I was more than wary—especially of someone who towered over me like that. I looked at him awestruck as I walked past. I'd gotten soaked from the rainstorm and dried myself with toilet paper. I saw the Guy was staring at my stall. I didn't know if he was cruisin’ me or what—so I decided to get the hell outta there. As I walked by he grabbed my arm. He pulled out his Cock. It was a Monster—9", thick as a beer can. He pushed me to my knees and slapped that Monster ‘cross my face, commanding, "SUCK IT!" I did as I was told. It was hard getting the whole thing down my throat, but he fed it to me slowly. Gradually my lips grew moist with his PreCum. He ordered me to follow him to his black van. I noticed all the other cars had gone. It was just he and I left in the park. He pushed me inside. "Got a handle, Sonny?" 'Of course, you Stupid Shit!' I thought; but replied succinctly, "My name is Charles." "Well, Charlie Boy, you and me are gonna party.” He pulled a syringe outta his pocket. Till then I'd done nothing more extreme than Poppers. The Dude took off his jacket and stuck the needle his arm. Fascinated I watched the liquid shit disperse. "Your turn, Boy." He pulled off my Tee. "I don't like needles, Sir." "Yer gonna love this one." God, it was sleazy the way he grinned. He grabbed my trembling arm and plunged the dirty needle in. With the enthusiasm of a condemned man, I watched the once clear fluid, now tainted pink, inject into my bloodstream. I sat transfixed and waited. He roused me from my reverie by gnawing on my Nips. He pulled me to his chest and demanded I succor him in kind. He pushed me down on his Mammoth Shaft and soon Spittle and Precum were drooling from my lips. As I struggled to take him down my throat, he berated me with oaths and curses. I grew erect. It was the drug, I knew. Soon I was slurping on his thick Dick like a Sex-Crazed Prostitute. It was the drug, I knew. The Fag made me pig-out on every inch of his athletic bod. I sucked his Dick. I took his Loads. He batted me about, and I deserved it. The drug again, I knew. He sat on my face, and I ate his shitty Hole. He fucked me raw and took Viagra to keep erect. In turn I used the Poppers he provided. His beefy fist squirreled up my Rectum—up to the wrist—while I begged and moaned for his whole arm. It was the drug, I knew. How hot he was and what and what a worthless Shit I was! The drug again, I knew. He convinced me I was a Fuckin' Slut who’d eat out any Hole that came along and stretch my legs back over my head in accession to all Cummers. It was the drug, I knew. I licked his jockstrap and sucked it clean—the Sweat and Piss and Shit and Cum out of his undergarment. The influence of the drug, I knew. My Pussy was on fire by then. I could have taken a fuckin’ baseball bat and wanted to fuck on forever. The drug again, I knew. I stuck my fingers up my Ass, scooping out the red-brown Goop, and ravaged down the sacrilegious excrement. I woke in the morning, slumped over my steering wheel, with one horrendously sore Ass. I’d learned what a Fuckin' Slut I was—who’d eat out any Hole that came along and stretch my legs back over my head for ingress by all Cummers. I had to be honest—confront myself. It wasn’t just the drug. I knew!

Till now I haven't posted much cause I hadn't done anything worth posting. I stayed home, cooked and cleaned, while Boyfriend went to work. I didn't fuck around. But then I came across this website and got antsy. Yeah—my Cock began to twitch. I never thought I'd cheat on him. It was only a fantasy thing. I never thought I'd go through with it. My Boyfriend and I were monogamous. We'd both tested NEG. Okay, I confess. Because of me, we're not monogamous anymore, and maybe no longer NEG. I found this guy's ad on Bareback Sex. At first what caught my eye was his proximity. Just 3 blocks away. And Asian, too! I've always had a thing for Orientals. And judging from his pic, a hot Dude, too! I'm sure I'm not the first bored housewife to be swayed by a pretty face. I figured I'd just run over there for half an hour. A little nooky on the side—Nothing Unsafe. I'd take a Condom. Anything to get these fuckin' fantasies outta my head. My BF and I have been together for two years. During that time, I hadn't had sex with any other guy. Monogamy is not all it's cracked up to be. A lot of married guys will tell you that. The only thing monogamy has to offer is security—a false sense of security at that. How I salivated for another Cock between my Lips—another Dick to stretch my Pussy. I guess psychologically I stopped being monogamous long ago. So I im'd the Dude. Five minutes later he im'd me back. I was so aroused I couldn't think straight. I was out of the door a minute later. I didn't even leave Lover Boy a note. I almost sprinted over there. He was even hotter than I imagined. He lived with two other guys, but they weren't home. We made small talk. He told me about himself. Half Chinese, half Filipino. He liked volleyball. He unzipped his pants and started playing with himself. I got on my knees and pulled down his shorts. I didn't feel guilty. I knew we'd get it off in a few minutes. I'd flush both the Condom and my indiscretion down the drain. Boyfriend would never be the wiser. I deep-throated him till I turned red. "LIKE THAT?" he asked. In response I licked his Nuts. I tried to edge my tongue toward his Hole, but he pulled me back. I'm so turned on by forceful men! He reached down and held Poppers beneath my nose. My head began to swim as I bobbed up and down on his turgid Tool. Slobber and Precum drooled down my chin. He eased me to the floor and stripped off my shorts and briefs. He jacked my Dick. "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU NOW," intoned the Asian. I looked into his eyes and saw the Lust. He knew I had a Boyfriend and didn't care. He grabbed my Condom and rolled it on. For the first ten minutes, he fucked me fully-sheathed. His Dick collided with my Prostate. I was seeing stars. I hadn't been fucked like that in years. Then he pulled out and rolled the slimy Latex off. "DAMN FUCKER RIPPED!" I was out of breath...the Poppers...everything was blurry; but it looked okay to me. "Got another?" "Nope. Don't worry. I'm totally safe. Hope you are, too. UP ON YOUR KNEES!" I did as I was told—Ass up—shoulders down. "Now spread those Cheeks!" Hungry fingers probed my Mancunt. He licked a digit and rammed it up my Pussy. His velvet tongue massaged my Hole. I moaned. Again and again he lapped my Rosebud then burrowed in deep. I imagined him leaving bite marks on my Asslips like my BF left Hickeys on my neck. His tongue darted in and out for what seemed like an eternity. I was in Paradise. He lined his fat Cock up with my damp Pussy and drove it home. I'd never felt so good in all my life! My BF's bareskinned Rod had never penetrated me so deep! I was like putty in his hands. I couldn't have denied him anymore than I can coherently describe the conflicting feelings of Lust and Fear I felt. My eyeballs rolled back as he ravaged me—savagely—for half an hour. I'd never been fucked like that in all my life! But my complicity was evident—and if something other than NEG came out of him, I knew I was as responsible as he. Periodically he pulled out until only his Dickhead skewered my Mancunt. He spat on his Prick, then pile-drove back in. Passion obliterated any rational concerns, and neither of us mentioned Condoms again, Still I considered what might happen if he came in me. He might not even know he was diseased. So I begged him, "PLEASE PULL OUT!" To my surprise, he did. Still prone, I rolled over on my back. Before I could say anything, he rose astride me, jacked his Shaft, and blew his Load all over my face and shirt. Without touching myself my own Cream squirted onto my chest and neck. Cum was everywhere. I told him I needed to clean up. He pointed to the bathroom. Awkwardly I stood taking a leak, my shorts and briefs in hand. I rinsed my face and wiped as much Cum off my shirt as possible. I prayed I'd make it home before BF did. Then I noticed three prescription bottles atop an issue of POZ Magazine. It didn't strike me till I was on the street. Not just the magazine was POZ! I worried my ass off all that night and the next morning. Then after Boyfriend went to work I got online. After much consideration, I decided on a course of action. I emailed the Asian, thanking him for yesterday, gave him my address and phone number, and told him to cum by anytime my BF was at work. ----- The last two nights, my Boyfriend fucked me twice, and both times I shut my eyes and imagined it was HIM. I pretended I was back in HIS room feeling HIS wet Cock slide up my raw Pussy. I jacked my Dick and licked my lips and moaned. Then when my Boyfriend creamed in me, I imagined it was HIM shooting up my Ass. So I emailed HIM in the morning, after Boyfriend left for work. That afternoon, he wrote me back. I'd been checking email every hour, hoping to hear from HIM. "How about we meat tonight? My roommates will be out. " My Dick got rock hard when I read that; but Boyfriend would be home at seven. I had to cook. Disheartened I lit a cig then stomped it out. This would never work. If I turned HIM down, I might never hear from him again. He'd regard me as a tease and forget about me. I wrote him back. I explained that I couldn't leave the house because Boyfriend and I watch movies Tuesday nights. But I assured him that I'd do ANYTHING to have his Asian Cock back up my Ass. Two minutes later he emailed me back. He told me he'd cum right over and I could suck his Cock. He could be here in 5 minutes and we'd be done in 15. Plenty of time to fuck around before BF got home. How I was tempted! But I remembered the Meds and POZ Magazine. They had to belong to one of his roommates. The Meds couldn't have been his. Otherwise, why would he have fucked me bareback after I told him I was NEG. So I wrote him back and told him to cum over. He looked even better than before. His hair was gelled back, and he had pierced eyebrows. He mumbled pleasantries I didn't hear, for I was concentrating on his crotch and the hair protruding from beneath his Tee. "I knew you'd want my Dick again." I glanced at the computer screen as I was taking off my pants. Boyfriend had instant-messaged me, but I couldn't read it from afar. I hoped he wasn't telling me he was coming home early. He pulled off his shorts and folded them beside him. He was sitting nude on Boyfriend's sofa. I'd never cheated like this before—never had anyone over for sex. I crawled between his legs and sucked his Mushroom Head. HE jacked his Shaft against my face and pressed his Cockhead to my nostrils. The odor made me so fucking horny I swallowed his Nuts—BIG, HAIRY, CUM-FILLED NUTS! I knelt to lick his feet. Instead he got up and wandered to the bedroom. "I WANNA FUCK YOUR ASS!" I considered the risk—how BF might walk in on us—how HE was gonna fuck me raw and how unsafe that was. I had to stay healthy cause Boyfriend was healthy. But as these missives cascaded through my mind, I climbed on the bed and offered HIM my Ass. I pointed to the Lube, but he spat on his Shaft and pushed his Poison Rod right up my Mancunt. I moaned so loudly I feared the neighbor's might suspect I was being crucified. I was enslaved. My face was up against my Boyfriend's pillow. I could smell him. I was on our bed getting fucked bareback by a STRANGER who might very well be POZ. "Nice Pussy—just for me," he taunted. "Cummy little Pussy. Wonder if yer Boyfriend knows yer spreadin' it around. Think he'd be pissed? No matter. What BF don't know won't hurt him." HE held Poppers beneath my nose. One minute...two... I was almost incoherent. Time was no longer of the essence. I told HIM I was HIS. I felt like a woman about to be INSEMINATED. HE pulled out, crawled up my body, and blew his Load directly in my eyes. Spurt after Spurt obscured my vision. GOD, HOW THAT STUNG! Panicked I grabbed the bed sheet to rub my eyes. I gradually refocused to see him grinning down at me. "Sorry, Stud. Guess I'm a little rusty. That was a real Cum Bath I just gave you. You okay?" Alarms went off as I recalled the mucous membranes were a portal for the Bug. Cum blotches soiled my Boyfriend's pillow. I'd have to change his pillowcase before he got home. HE called me his Good Little Whore and left. That night Boyfriend fucked my Ass. I wondered if he noticed I was looser than I used to be. Did he suspect I was sharing my Hole with a Stranger's Prick? It made me hot to picture Boyfriend's Cock immersed in the wet and sticky Asian Jizm up my Cunt. I wrote the GUY in the a.m. letting HIM know I was available. HE im'd me back asking how things had gone with BF after he left. I replied in depth, sparing no succulent detail, how BF had creamed my Ass while I fantasized it was HIM. Actually I had this crazy fantasy of the ORIENTAL DUDE fucking my Boyfriend—crazy cause my Boyfriend never gets fucked--never sucks--doesn't eat Ass. Only fucks and lets me slurp on his NEG Cock. But last night, I’d imagined the ASIAN plying my BF with Weed and Poppers, then pinning him and raping his Sweet Ass in front of me. I wished the fantasy were true, EVEN IF THE FUCKER TURNED OUT POZ! "That so?" replied the Oriental incredulous. "You got a pic?" "A pic?" I asked, not comprehending. "Of your BF." "Yeah, sure." I rummaged through "My Documents" and came up with several pics of him and me at the beach last summer . Did you ever do something and don't know why? I emailed him 3 pics of Boyfriend and annotated each with his private cell phone number. I never heard from HIM again. This story has an epilogue. I finally figured out whose Meds they were. Two weeks later I got sicker than a dog and was laid up for a week. Boyfriend stayed home from work to nurse me "back to health." I thought it was the flu, but I was wrong. I never told my Boyfriend though. We continued to fuck raw. Then shortly after I "got well," Boyfriend started working late. He chalked it up to making up for being off, but I knew better. My suspicions were confirmed when I jogged past the Oriental's building and Boyfriend's car was there. I felt a little hurt at first that the Oriental had used my Ass just long enough to POZ my Butt and gain access to Boyfriend—though I admit I got my jollies in return. But mostly it was relief I felt cause BF and I were once again on equal terms.

I know what I'm doing is crazy. Most guys would think I'm nuts to play unsafe. What would my friends think if they knew I let strangers fuck my Ass. But tonight tops it all. I'm still shaking from the adrenaline rush, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat. It started off a typical Saturday night. My Boyfriend doesn't barhop cause he doesn't drink. Booze goes right to his head. So we watched TV. He went to bed early—cause he'd had a long day. I told him I'd stay up and read a bit. True to the course I logged on here. Every time I read the posts of other horny dudes, I become more and more of a Cum Slut. I fantasize about getting creamed. I beat off to tales of Tops breeding Bottoms. I download all the bareback pics I cum across. But I was always concerned I'd put BF at risk. I got an email from a Fuck Bud. Don't know his full name. We don't talk much. He wrote, "I'm horny—wanna fuck your Ass tonight." I almost shot in my pants. I grabbed my crotch, but was a loss as to how to reply. My Lover was asleep in the next room, and I never go out once he's in bed. So I wrote back, "BF's asleep and can't leave the house. Been dreaming of your Cock since we last met." I jacked off and figured that's how it would end. It was already 10 PM, and I'm usually in bed by then. He responded he could swing by in 10 minutes and I could suck him off in his car. No need to wake up Boyfriend, and I wouldn't be away more than a few minutes. I don't know why I said yes. I just couldn't think of a good reason not to. I was awake, and Boyfriend was snoring. I was horny; and he'd agreed to just a blowjob, so I didn't have to worry about playing unsafe. Not 10 minutes later he pulled up in front. He blinked his headlights. Quietly I stole out the door His car was new, a BMW, leather seats and all. He already had his jeans unzipped and his Cock in his hand. He pushed me down by the scruff of the neck. I tasted Lube so I figured I wasn't his first that night. I went down on him to the pubes. I was so hot. I even tried to lick his Nuts while my mouth was stuffed with Cock. A car passed by. Brilliant headlamps lit up everything up. I jerked up like I'd been shot out of a canon. It disappeared around the corner. Once again the dim yellow of the street lamps glinted off the dash. He ordered me to get back down to business. I tongued his Nuts. I snaked my hand under his shirt and tweaked his Nips. Groping my Ass, he called me his Pussy Boy. A neighbor walking his dog came down his sidewalk The mutt, sensing our presence, growled and barked. Startled, I jumped like a scared rabbit. "Let's go inside," he said. "Too many disruptions here." Absurd! Out of the question! My BF was asleep, the bedroom door ajar. But he persisted and pressed my palm against his pulsing Rod. I was torn. My Mancunt said "YES!" while Reason told me "NO!" Still, I was mesmerized by the hot, quivering Staff of Life I held in my hand. I wanted it so bad! "Only take a few minutes. I'm SOOOO close. You're gonna be my Pussy Boy. You know you want it bad. Finish me inside. Cum on." Compelled by sexual avarice, I'd been persuaded. I led him to the foyer where I unzipped him. The only illumination came from the kitchen. A predatory gleam sparkled in his eyes. He kissed me, spitting in my mouth. I knelt to suck him, but he pulled me up. Practiced fingers undid my belt. He sucked and licked and tweaked me into submission till all my faculties screamed for assault. He twisted me about. I shivered as his slimy Cock explored my Ass Crack. My knees buckled as he pulled me to him by the hips, his turgid Rod tunneling deep within my Cunt. He pumped me with slow, erotic thrusts. "I'm gonna cum in you, Pussy Boy. You wanna get knocked up? That's good, cause I'm gonna getcha pregnant." His monologue barely amounting to a whisper, I wouldn't have heard a word he said if he hadn't been biting on my ear. My Cock was rock hard. There was no way I could deny him. I couldn't pull away because his arms were tight about me. I was skewered on his Dick. I took his Jizm as well as any She-Bitch might—a POZ Load right up the old Kahuna. I hadn't cum. I'd always pictured myself blowing a massive Wad the day the Virus entered my system. A milestone of sorts. But my engorged Cock still bounced between my legs—my Precum lathering about my Piss Slit. He pulled up his pants and patronizingly patted me on the Butt. I considered asking him outright if he were POZ, but didn't want to risk awaking Boyfriend. Besides, I'd find out soon enough. Mulling it all over, I drank a coke and prepared for bed. I stuck a finger up my Ass. It came out all slimy and gooey. I sucked it clean. I was in no mood for a shower. I spread my Ass Cheeks, studying my behind in the mirror. The Fucker had definitely bred me good. I still hadn't gone soft, not even when I crawled in bed. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, next to my somnolent Boyfriend. Guess I woke him because he turned in my direction. His hand brushed my Cock. A man's touch never felt so good—except for HIM. I was desperate to Cum, so I snuggled my Ass against my Boyfriend. Boys will be boys; and, as I hoped, he lifted my legs, and slid his Dick up my Mancunt. Thank God for Lube! It masked my creaminess. It didn't even occur to me that I might be looser than before. I needed closure. So Boyfriend screwed my Fuck Bud’s Load deeper up my Cunt and blew his own Wad up my Ass. I sucked him clean and came on the sheets. He fell back to sleep. I wasn't sure he'd even remember fucking in the morning. I cleaned up best I could. Two Loads, one NEG, one POZ, were swimming in my Hole. I didn't used to be a Cum Slut. I used to play it safe. But I don't think I can resist if HE emails me again.

I started barebacking when I was 21. I was dating a guy who was POZ. He was a total Bottom, and I hadn't yet found out what I was—so I accommodated him. After a few torn and ripped Condoms, I concluded I was more likely to die in an auto accident than to acquire HIV from a Bottom. After we broke up I discovered the joy of bathhouses. I had a friend who was big on bookstores, so I persuaded him to go with me to the Baths. I always topped bareback unless the Trick asked for a Condom. All that changed two years ago. For once in my life, I wanted to get fucked. I asked my Buddy to fuck me. In seconds he had his Dick up my Ass. I'd never pried into his Status, but told him to pull out if he were POZ. He did. By the time my POZ Bud moved away, I'd converted to full-time Bottom on an unending quest for a regular Fuck Buds. I took on all Cummers and never asked anyone to pull out. I figured I was POZ already, so what the hell! Life in a small town sucks when it cums to sex. Often you gotta travel for miles. So I didn't get out very often—what with work and all. Around December I couldn't find any sex what with the holidays and bad weather. I sunk into a slump. Over the next several months I had sex with a few local guys. In March I got tested, and the results came back NEG. The Counselor told me the tests were 90% accurate after 3 weeks. In the 3 weeks prior, no one had shot up my Ass, so I had a clean bill of health. I figured that was my second chance, and maybe I should reconsider my lifestyle. I swore off the Baths. I allowed locals who said they were NEG to fuck me—because in a town this size you can't conceal your Status very long. Any POZ guys I ran into always lived too far away—so I could chat without fearing they might want to meat up. Saturday of Memorial Day weekend I worked until evening and didn't have to be back till Tuesday afternoon. That gave me most of the weekend to fuck around. I logged on, intending my first stop to be the local Chat Room, but I misclicked and ended up in a Cincy room by mistake. Within seconds I got an i.m. from a Dude in the burbs. He was really horny and wanted to drive up and fuck me. "You're a Top?" I inquired with some trepidation. "Totally and completely. And I only bareback." I couldn't help it. MY KINDA GUY! "You POZ or NEG?" he asked. I told him I'd just tested NEG, and he announced that he was POZ. "Is that a problem?" I took a deep breath. My ongoing conundrum—POZ or NEG. How I responded could (and did) affect the rest of my life. But simply put, I was bored, lonely, and desperate for sex. I decided to play semi-safe. It'd worked in the past. After all, I was still NEG. "No problem," I responded, "but I might ask you to pull out." "Your call. Ever been fisted?" "I think I'm too tight. Love watersports, though." "Oh, yeah!" "And humiliation..." "Can you call me?" He gave me his number. I called him right away. I gave him directions, and we made arrangements to meat at midnight. He arrived at 12:30. His pic didn't do him justice. He was totally hot. I'm not the skinniest guy in the world, and I prefer partners who are slightly rotund. Otherwise I get insecure thinking I'm fat and wondering what some greek god would want with a fat slob like me. He was thinner than I, but no 6-pack abs or anything, so I felt at ease. I took him in my mouth and shortly thereafter he rimmed me. He slid up my body, kissing me, and pushed in me dry. It hurt, but not as bad as other dry fucks. He flipped me on my back—my knees pressed to my chest, my legs flung over his shoulders. A couple of times he froze deep within me. I was thinking I shouldn't press my luck. I told him to pull out. "UGHHHHH! TOO LATE!" I figured he'd give me fair warning, but he was the strong, silent type. Though it never really hurt, using only Spit for Lube, I knew I had to be torn up inside. I felt elated, yet feared that Fate would yet extract it's Pound of Flesh. He whispered he could cum again; and since I'd already crossed the line, I saw no reason to demur. I could taste my Cum and Ass Juice on his Shaft, unadulterated by latex or lube. I sucked him till I ached. We threw caution to the wind. He wanted me to cum when he did. I jerked slowly, anticipating he'd shoot. Maybe it's my submissive side, but I think a Bottom should never cum till the Top is satisfied. He grabbed my Dick, stroked me, and I shot. True to his word, he spooged simultaneously, whispering what how spiritual it felt to feel me spasm round his Cock. He pushed me on my stomach, and stuck his finger up my Ass, then in my mouth, then back up my Ass, then past my cum-deprived lips, force-feeding me his creamy white Toxin. Since I had just gotten off, I wasn't in the mood for further foreplay. I thought he was gonna fist me and told him that I couldn't handle that. "SHUT UP AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!" I tried—but it hurt like hell. It felt like he was forcing his whole fist up my Rump; and, in retrospect, he probably was. I believe he was purposefully roughing me up, cause, not 10 minutes later, he stuck his Cock back up my Pussy. I reiterated I couldn't take anymore. He responded he'd "MAKE IT VERY QUICK AND DIRTY!" I didn't even feel like a Quickie by then. "Wanna rest awhile?" I hinted none too subtlety. "Nah!" he replied. "Got church in the morning." He shoved his Cock in hard and held it there. I had tears in my eyes; but he whispered, "You can take it. You'll be okay. This won't take but a minute. You'll be a little sore in the morning; but in a few weeks, you'll cherish this forever." He came in me for the 3rd time. I think he knew exactly what he was doing. I was not nearly as relaxed as when GETTIN' POZZED was just a fantasy. I knew he had scratched me up with his nails, just as surely as he had spewed Poison Jizm up my Cunt. I couldn't cum again but I was still hard as a rock. I had taken 3 POZ Loads that Sunday. I wasn't concerned about HIV or AIDS, but I remember thinking that my Counselor at the Health Center would be pissed big time if he knew. It was 4:30 am. I was worn out, and he still had to drive back to Cincinnati for church. We traded cell numbers. On the way downstairs he told me he had a Boyfriend who insisted on playing safe ("What a bummer!" was his aside) and they were moving cross-country next week. Boy, did I feel like a Tramp! I had let the guy POZ me. I found that out later for sure. He had a Boyfriend, so there was no chance for any kind of LTR. And he was moving across the continent—so I'd never see him again. I anticipated his Cum dripping out of my Hole. When that didn't happen, my first thought was that he hadn't cum in me at all. An orgasm is a relatively simple thing to fake. I went to the bathroom. Sure enough I did push out some Spooge—quite a lot, actually. I looked at it in the toilet. It had taken on that buff color that old Cum acquires as it ages. I stared at the Lethal Jizm that had congealed in my Pussy, wondering if it had taken. If my tests came back NEG, then I'd won another reprieve—but would I screw that up as well? Getting POZZED is scary, but potentially liberating. But testing NEG again would bore me to tears. I didn't know how I wanted it to cum out. As it turned out, my druthers were irrelevant. This cat had used up all of his nine lives.

OK. I'm conceited. I'm a totally Hot Jock. I am 21, and a total Hottie. I work out 5-7 times a week. I have an awesome chest and abs. I'm normally a Bottom and love to get plowed hard. I'm also bi, once had a girlfriend, and currently shack up with my 19 year old Lover, Ty. My girlfriend freaked when she found out I was a Fag, but I had special plans for her. My Lover is a preppy Kid, who once was kept by a rich old Sugar Fart. Daddy or not, we had this arrangement where we took care of each other—sexually, that is. I myself have taken Cock up the Ass for 3 years now—and a helluva lot of POZ Cum. Five months ago I tested POZ myself. I fell in love with my little Bimbo, Ty; but Sugar Daddy kept getting in the way, so I had to break them up. PLAN 1 One night, I filed my fingernail pointy and jabbed it up Ty's Hole hard. When I pulled out, my Index was bloody. I took a deep breath (remember, I'm a total Bottom) and rammed my Cock up Tyler all the way. God, how that Y.M. squealed! I hadn't used any Lube on purpose. "Oh shit! I forgot," I lied, soothing him. When he grew aroused again, I shot a huge POZ Wad up Tyler's Ass. Again I wiggled in my filed Digit in, scraping him until he bled. Four months later, I announced that I had Herpes. "Geez, Ty, maybe you oughta get tested, just in case..." I never had Herpes in my life. Ty got tested, and two weeks later got an official diagnosis of HIV. He couldn't figure out where or from whom he'd contracted it. He correctly surmised it was from me. Oops! PLAN 2 I ordered one of those mail-in test kits and dropped it off with a NEG Bud. My address was on the return label. When I got a letter notifying me the results were in, I gave it to Tyler. He called the number, and punched in the code. Naturally, I'd tested NEG. Reluctantly I intimated that it must have been Sugar Daddy who'd POZZED him. But Ty vehemently rejected that, maintaining, beyond all shadow of a doubt, that Sugar Daddy was too impotent to play around. PLAN 3 That weekend I helped Ty, still upset over being POZ, get stoned and drunk. I drove him to a Tattoo Parlor where I convinced him the only way to escape the doldrums was to face the facts—as in having "CUM SLUT" tattooed between his shoulder blades and "POZ" between his Nips. He freaked out when his new Tats saw the light of day. Sugar Daddy would kick him out and blab to all the world about his Status. I suggested a preemptive strike—that he leave Sugar Daddy before he found out and move in with me. I explained I loved him so, it didn't really matter to me that he was POZ. To cork it all off, I got down on my knees and sucked him off. That clinched it! The Little Slut bought my B.S. hook, line, and sinker. PLAN 4 My girlfriend was the final obstacle. She just couldn't fathom how two men could fall in love. Her constant nagging and hostility toward Ty were unconscionable. I had no choice but to invoke PLAN 4. Step 1: I made sure she knew that Ty was POZ. Step 2: I arranged a little get-together, plying both with booze and pot, so neither would recollect who'd fucked whom. Step 3: I gave her the same nail treatment I'd used on Ty. Step 4: When (Praise the Lord!) she tested POZ, I dumped the Bitch, accusing her of cheating on me with (whom else, of course?) my best friend, Ty.

I made my way down the long hall past the racks of porn videos, paperbacks, and mags to the viewing booths. A sleazy, skinny, leather jacketed dude with oily, slicked back hair was checking out the Glory Holes. Without bothering to close the doors, he bent down to watch the fellatio and cunnilingus on the other side. He reminded me of several Gay acquaintances. My Dick bulged at the memories and current prospects. I entered Booth 1 at the end of the long hall and was checking out the Glory Hole when I heard someone enter Booth 2. It was the Leather Sleaze Pig. He spotted me peering up at him, dropped his trou, and pressed his skinny withered Butt against the orifice. I knelt down and got my tongue right up inside him. It rolled over the tiny lumps and sores around his Ass Lips and worked its way inside his Rectum as far as I could go. His Ass Juices dribbled down my chin. I stood up and slid in him. At first I thought I'd missed his Pussy because it was so goddamn loose. I fucked his POZ/NEG Asshole and wondered about my Status. It'd been 2 years since I'd been tested; and in the interim I’d fucked a hundred times. Considering that I felt so out of sorts, I figured I'd been POZZED somewhere along the way. I wouldn't know for sure till I got tested, and I had no plans for that. Watching my Cock slide in and out of Fuck Pig's Hole I considered breeding him right then and there. He'd already begged me for my Cum, but I wasn't ready yet. For the time being I was content to plow his Pussy and let him beg for more. I'd purposefully left the door ajar, and a steady flow of voyeurs peered in at me. In their concupiscence, each nudged the door a bit until it stood wide open. And there I was—fucking through the Glory Hole for all the world to see. I pulled out, knelt down again, and pressed my puss against the Hole. I again lubed up his sores and lumps, then rose and slid back in. So nice and juicy! Man, that Sleazy Cunt was fine! I love a well-used Ass like his—especially if I know it's POZ. The Sleaze Bucket begged me to cum in him, but I had other plans. I asked if he were into fisting. He'd barely whispered "Yeah, I am," before I had 2 fingers up his Ass. He moaned; and I plowed 3, then 4 digits into him. His swollen Lips began to bleed. I eased my thumb in, too—up to the knuckles. He was shaking and thrusting back and forth, imploring "Easy, Man!" But I had no intention of giving him a break and rammed my fist in forcefully. FUCK! HE WAS A SLOPPY, JUICY MESS! When I pulled out, I smelt of SHIT, but I rimmed his oozing, bleeding Hole like any self-respecting Faggot would. I heard POZ/NEG inhale his Poppers as I slid my Cock back in. I plowed his Ass hard as I could, suspecting he was already torn up inside, but nothing on God's Green Earth could have deterred me then. I felt the Death Seed well up in me. Unable to contain myself, I SHOT. Heading to the john, I smiled at how he'd gotten much more than he'd bargained for. Hell, maybe I had too—all those lumps and sores and SHIT! Still, I know I'm destined to repeat this scenario countless times before I die. I acknowledge I'm a repeat offender. I love raunchy sex—the nastier, the better. The bottom line is—Pig Sex is what it's all about. When you strip away the subterfuge, that's all there is.

I went to the baths Saturday afternoon to see if I could find a Hot Ass to breed. It was a beautiful, warm summer day; and there was some succulent Mancunt lounging by the pool. I usually don't care about a guy's age long as he's in shape. Fact is, I generally prefer ‘em over 35. But that afternoon I kept my eye open for some Boycunt. The Baths are just around the corner from the campus, so the odds of finding some bored summer school flunky to infect were pretty good. A muscle boy of 25, a gymnast type, lay on his back stroking his Rod. I pulled off my towel, exposing my POZ Cock, which he eagerly sucked down. I reached around and stuck a finger up his Ass. It came out milky white. "You got a Load in there already, Pal." Turned out he'd just been fucked by his Workout Bud an hour before. I cut right to the chase. "You want another Load?" "YES, SIR!" I got him on all fours the way I like my Bottoms—Hole in the air, Ass Cheeks spread wide. He slid back on my Cock. After he got comfy, I did a number on his Pussy. Between my Tongue and Cock and Busy Fingers, he didn't know which end was up. I got him practically begging to be POZZED. When I'm about to shoot, I like to get my Pigs down on their stomachs so I can grind my Bug Juice into them for better Breeding. So I climbed on his back and whispered intimately, "You always take it raw?" "Yeah. I want my Tops to have a good time, too." I always have a good time when I'm spreading my POZ Seed around. "Nothing like Cum runnin' down your leg, you know" The Little Whore was fertile ground, indeed; and I had just the Seed to sow him with. "You POZ or NEG?" I asked. "NEG so far." "So, just to pretend...theoretically, of course...what if I told you I was POZ?" "S'ok, man. I think I'm immune to HIV." You Stupid Shit! I was so eager to prove the little Fucker wrong. I screwed him deep, swaying my hips, to grind my POZ Spooge in his gut. "THERE'S ONE BIG POZ LOAD FOR YOU, MAN." He thanked me, and I shot two more Cum Loads up his Chute. When I left, he was in the sauna taking it up the Ass from two Black Dudes, one of whom I knew was POZ cause he's recharged me from time to time. The arrogant little S.O.B. had plenty of POZ Cream to infiltrate his NEG Fuck Hole. I still marvel that he claimed immunity, and wonder if anyone's yet proved him wrong.