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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...

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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.

Well, the Gay Cinema certainly works for me. It was a hot afternoon, and I got there about four. Rather than take a seat, I stood at the back. This guy, 25 or so, pudgy, shaved head, with really dark circles under his eyes, kept turning around to look at me. There was something sexy about the Guy. I kept thinking, 'That Dude is POZ!' After a while he got up, walked over, and stood beside me. Casually I stepped closer so that our bodies touched. Next thing I knew he was caressing my Ass. We kissed while he unzipped and pulled out his long, thin, banana-shaped Dick. I knelt down to suck it, and he ran his hand inside my briefs. Quick to accommodate, I unbuckled and rummaged around for my trial size KY. Excited, I squeezed too hard and gobs of gel exploded all over my Buttocks. No matter. I leaned over a seat back; and, with no qualms nor Condom, he slid in. I hit my Poppers as he fucked me, and 5 or 6 guys turned to watch. He lost control. "Was that Hot Cum?" "Yeah, really, really Hot Cum," he responded. "HOT like in HIV?" I stuck my tongue between his lips. "More like HOT as in AIDS." "Really? You don't show it." "Looks are deceiving. Besides, it's dark in here." I remembered the dark circles under his eyes. I felt really slutty standing there, trou down around my ankles, his POZ Cum dripping from my Ass. He pushed me back down, and I sucked his Dick. He spread my Ass Cheeks. One of the voyeurs took up the invite, and another raw Cock entered my Ass. The new guy plowed in and out while Pudge ran his fingers through my hair and I sucked his Cock. The Fucker was about to cum. "Ask him if he's POZ," I whispered. "Don't worry, Dude," the Fag overheard. "I'm POZ enough for you." I glanced back to see his emaciated face contort with pleasure as he shot in me. When the Wastrel withdrew, Pudge pulled me against him. Lubed by the two Loads dripping from my Cunt, his thin, curved Rod slid in to the hilt. He ground his hips against my buttocks to meld the Toxic Loads into my Pussy before he shot a second time. "You OK?" he asked with concern. I was in Heaven.

I am a 22 year old student, 5'6, medium build, blonde hair, blue eyes, 6" uncut, tight Hole, into most things I've tried and open to those that I haven't. I was out barhopping one night and got half soused. By the end of the evening I was feeling so horny a trip to the Baths was in order. There were a few guys cruising around so I wandered about. Then this tanned guy in his 30s checked in. He finished his cigarette, scanning the joint. He invited me to his room. He was so hot I couldn't refuse. He tossed his towel on the bunk, revealing a 7-inch Cock. I bent down to suck it, and he started to fuck down my throat. He knelt down to rim me, pushing his tongue in far as it would go. "GOD, THAT FEELS GOOD!" He got to talkin' dirty in that husky voice of his, telling me how he liked breedin' Cunts like me. The longer he rimmed me, the harder I got. He pressed his dry Dick to my Hole, and, before I knew it, plunged all the way in. Actually it wasn't as bad as it sounds—cause I was halfway drunk to begin with and he planted a bottle of Poppers under my nose. He plowed in and out, and I bucked back against him cause it felt so good. He asked if I liked takin' it raw. In practice I usually didn't—but when push came to shove—YES—that’s how I prefer it. Meanwhile, I was thinking, 'Geez, I oughta ask this guy to use a Condom.' But "GOD THAT FEELS GOOD!" was all that came out. He fucked me for 20 minutes, talking about how he loved breedin' Bottoms. I must admit I dug it. I could feel him gettin' harder and thrustin' deeper the longer he fucked. He started moaning an' beatin' me off. THEN HE SHOT! His Dick spasmed nonstop. "FUCK, BOY! TAKE MY POZ CUM!" I tried to pull off but he was still beatin' my Shaft and in spite of myself, I came, too. He licked me clean and kissed me. The taste of my Cum on his tongue reminded me of the Toxic Venom he'd infused up my Ass. He was yappin' away; but I had no comprehension of what he said cause I was in shock. Over the next few weeks I came to accept what had happened; and Barebacking became the rule, rather than the exception in my life. A couple months later I got tested, and the results came back NEG; but by then Bareback Sex had become so ingrained in my persona that I ONLY FUCKED RAW.

Adam was a hot young man, dark brown hair, slim tight body, and boyish looking. My Bud and I noticed him at the Club a year ago. Watching him and his partner dance, we couldn't figure out if they were Lovers or just good friends. Alan, my best friend, was totally smitten with the Boy and vowed, that by the end of the evening, Adam would be his. “Nonsense!” I dismissed Alan's prediction out of hand. Now don't get me wrong. My Pal's a real hunk—tall, dark and handsome, mid-20's, and, incidentally, POZ—but sometimes a little arrogant. So I assumed my best I'm-from-Missouri pose, and leaned back as Al approached the Boy. Now Alan's a great dancer, with natural style and grace. And as he started grooving, guys turned to check him out—including Adam. The Boy gave my Bud the once-over and returned the Alan’s flashy smile. The Kid's dancing partner grew testy at Adam's flirtatiousness and stormed out the door. My friend smiled again at Adam, and soon they were dancing real close. Al whispered in his ear, and they headed to the bar. Several drinks later they came over to the table. "If you don't mind, think I'll call it a night," Al winked, as he wrapped his arm round Adam's waist. Leaning over, he whispered, "Call me in a day or two, and I'll tell you how it all came out." So what happened next? I waited 48 hours to ring up my Bud. He said that the Kid was pretty inexperienced, but loved to booze it up. After a few drinks, some Ecstasy and Crystal—not to mention Viagra to keep him hard, the Youth was perfectly disposed for the ritual ahead. I asked my Pal why he'd given Adam so much shit. He replied he wanted the Kid fucked up enough so he wouldn’t chicken out. And what exactly did my Bud have in mind? Well, he ate out Adam's smooth Boy Cunt before fucking him with his fat Cock, using only spit for Lube. Then he fucked him good with progressively larger Dildos till the Latex came out bloody. By then The Kid was so doped up he didn't even notice. Alan proposed that, since the night was young, it'd be fun to hit the Baths. Adam replied he'd never been. "We'll soon take care of that." So off they traipsed—and stayed till Sunday afternoon. "And did Adam enjoy himself?" "You shoulda seen the Kid. A couple gave him grass on top of all the other shit, and it was "Open Season on Adam" night. Man, was his Cunt dripping! The Kid could hardly walk by the time I dropped him off at home.” And what of the Boyfriend who'd stormed out of the Club? After one humungous argument, they kissed and made up and settled back into a monogamous relationship. That lasted till Adam got real sick. Concerned, the BF insisted Adam see a Doc. The Doc suspected HIV and his test results were POZ. The Doc, who knew the two of them, tested BF, too. The latter also tested POZ and got a wee bit pissed. They split. Young Adam converted to a Top and became a fixture at the Baths. His sexy good looks and naturally seductive manner masked any indication of HIV. He and Alan became best of friends and team up each week on unofficial bareback night.

Given all the good times I've had there, I headed for The Pit. As I climbed the stairs, some hunky dudes walked past. I recognized a Leather Dude with big stash and a drug-fucked Boy clinging to his arm. The Kid was grinning ear to ear. I was sure he wouldn't be grinning so, if he knew what Mr. Poz had in store for him. Overall the drug-fucked ones are the best to take advantage of. They willingly do all the nasty shit, then blame it on the drugs. ‘Yeah, right!’ After paying at the front desk, they buzzed me in. The guys behind the desk are nice (in more ways than one), but don't mix with the clientele as much as the old staff did. I noticed lots of guys hangin' in the TV room and others near the entrance—to put the make on Newbies cuming in. The Sling Room was filled with the usual Sleazy Sluts flaunting well stretched Pussy. I lingered at the back room door to let my eyes adjust. Inside guys clutched Poppers like their lives depended on it, while sliding into well-fucked Asses to the accompaniment of funky, squishy rhythms. One Fag in the corner confided to the lanky shadow feeling up his Crack that he didn't take it raw. But minutes later, like all the other Pigs, he was spreading his Ass Cheeks, begging to be fucked. A real sleazy guy tried to screw me, but couldn't get it up. I get all misty-eyed when guys can't shoot cause of the shit flowin' in their veins. I headed upstairs to the Glory Holes. A middle-aged, paunchy guy approached me. "Hey, Pretty Boy, cum with me; and I'll show ya a good time." I thought to myself, 'Yeah, sure,' and answered curtly, "No thanks. I'm busy." The obnoxious Fuck persisted, his hands roaming where they had no right to be. "I told you I'm not interested!" The final straw came when he grabbed my arm and dragged me down the hall. That, in and of itself, was not offensive, cause I've dealt with abusive types before, though I hadn't pegged that guy for one; he resembled more your typical married bi. I glanced at the bystanders, pleading with my eyes, 'Jeez, guys, I sure could use some help.' But no one wanted to get involved. I again reiterated, “I'M NOT IN-TRIS-TID!!!” He responded that I would be once I saw what was in his pants. I considered going with the Fart just to call his bluff, but he pissed me off—so I kicked him in the shin. He screamed like a banshee. "YOU S.O.B ! YOU CRAZY?" I leaned in real menacingly. "I think I am. So please don't piss me off!" He stormed off in a huff. For the next few minutes I expected to hear my name on the P.A; but then again, he’d started it. I entered one of the Glory Hole booths and checked out all Poppers bottles littering the floor. Guys get in such a tizzy when having sex; they end up leaving stuff around. I peered through the Glory Hole. A bearded POZ TOP was face-fucking a Young Twink. The Top recognized me and pushed the Kid’s Cock through. I had no doubt my friend was fucking him. The more I thought about that POZ Cock gliding in and out of the Kid’s tight Hole, the harder I sucked, and got rewarded by a creamy Load of Boy Spooge gushing down my throat. The Punk withdrew and left the booth. I asked my Pal if he'd bred the Kid. Of course. I unlatched the door and dropped some tokens in the slot. One totally hot Dude stepped in and turned me round. He tried to penetrate my Ass, but got only semi-hard. Oh, well. I sucked the Hunk and bred his Ass before walking out on him. I decided to cruise around the Club, and chatted with an Old Fart sitting in the lounge. He was from the states and had been POZ for 20 years. I love to talk to guys like that. They have so many hot stories to share. I made my way towards the john where a slim, dark-haired Kid was fucking a Pierced Pig. A group of rowdy comrades egged him on. A POZ Dude approached the Young Man from behind. Surrounded by the raucous throng, the Kid was trapped. The POZ Dude grabbed him by the hips and slammed into him. The Kid, in turn, plowed nonstop up the Pierced Pig's Butt. After 10 minutes or so, the Youth cried out, "OH, YEAH!" The POZ Dude twisted the Youth's Nips and unloaded up his Ass. The Man withdrew and kissed the Boy, to distract him from the next Vulture stealing up. That's where I left it. I knew what was gonna happen next. It was gonna be a feeding frenzy, from which the Young Man would likely not emerge UNSCATHED. I exited toward the shower stalls, surveying yet another Bareback Orgy—guys sliding in one slicked-up Ass after another. A hot young Twink (very slutty and fucked up) approached. "What are you into?" He didn’t recognize me. "I'm kinda new at this," I lied. God, I love it when they're so out of it their memories get fucked up. I mean we'd chatted several times before. "Forget it..." were his final words, as he stomped off to the showers—to get fucked by whomever came along. The guy from the back room traipsed in—the one who didn’t take it 'raw.' I don't know what had happened to him, but his eyes had glassy look. He walked up to a Muscle Butt, begging to be fucked. Only the Muscle Butt ignored his Ass, since he only bottomed. I headed back to the Glory Hole booths where I sucked and fucked till early morn. One Skinhead got his fist in me with just the Cum already up my Cunt for Lube. No, I don't remember what he looked like; and I don’t care. I love anonymous sex—the riskier the better. If it's raw and anonymous, it gets me off. That's all that matters. As I exited the Club I recognized yet another Youth entering The Pit—a real sexy looking Blonde decked out in denim. He looked like he'd been out dancing. I don't know his name; but he goes there quite a lot—as many of the bar types do. They drop in after the bars close for their nightly fix of POISON JIZZ.

You're in San Francisco and can't find anyone to fuck you bareback? Yeah, you're not trying hard enough. Just go to Steamworks in Berkeley and lay on your belly with no condoms in the room... You've got a hot body - you'll get all sorts of guys cumming in your ass. Now, if you're looking for someone special to be the first one to breed you, and you make a huge deal of it, I can see where it could be a little difficult. Better to just find the special guy and not discuss anything and just sit on his raw dick - no questions, no condoms. Once he knows you want it raw he won't use a condom...

SFAlex - Looks like I missed your first post there. Sorry about that... Welcome to Breeding Zone!

Saturday I fucked this sub bottom. Flogged him, fucked him (videotaped both), then spent a while with him practically worshiping my body - massaging it, playing with my cock - felt great to just be kept so hard for so long...

cumpupt - Looks like this was your first post (of 9 in your first few hours) - Welcome to Breeding Zone and thanks for all the participation (already)...

Admin Note: A bit of disclosure - PozBear is a friend of mine. (Welcome to Breeding Zone PozBear!) I asked him to post his thoughts 'cause more than once we've discussed how my promotion of bareback porn glamorizes being poz, and the silence of poz men about their day to day lives leaves people who are considering becoming poz with a lopsided picture of what life will be like... They see all the great sex, but don't understand all the other hassles and complications. I thought this thread would be a great opportunity for a little bit of balance. To an American that seems odd - we're always told the Canadian health care system covers everything. Does it not cover drugs? So you get all your tests, doctor visits and hospital stays for free, but they won't give you the drugs to keep you healthy and out of the hospital? Does that lead to guys taking the less expensive cocktails - the ones that aren't as modern and cause physical side-effects like facial wasting? Are a lot of Canadian poz guys like you and just don't take meds? How much would your meds cost you if you did take them? I haven't seen anything but New York City's way of doing things and from what I hear we have one of the more compassionate systems. Here if you make a small enough amount of money (and don't have a lot of assets) then everything is pretty much covered for you, including high quality, modern cocktails. BUT the issue is you can't make much money (which goes to your points below). But as you make more money you're probably covered by private insurance which would also cover good, modern cocktails. But people who are self-employed / freelancing who have some assets are stuck in a situation like yours. Decent health insurance (including a prescription plan) for an individual costs about $800-$1000/month (or you can get crappy insurance for $350/mo through an organization of freelancers). Oddly, if you start a business and have at least two people on health insurance you can cover two people for the same $800-$1000. That is sad, and it makes me wonder how many of the guys on Bareback That Hole (which is filmed largely in Toronto) fit your description of guys trapped on disability. Do other Canadian cities have better disability systems or is the system mandated by your federal government? In the US our federal government gives a lot of funding to welfare, but doesn't completely fund it. That leaves local and state governments able to change things to suit local situations. It also means gay men who are poz can move to a city (SF, NYC, etc.) that has a disability system that takes proper care of them. I always feel a little weird when I see young poz guys in NYC going on disability, but at least the safety net exists and the guys are allowed to work while getting their disability benefits and there's a path to get off disability to have a career, retirement savings, etc.

On another forum a bunch of gay webmasters are debating the difference between a STUD and a HUNK. What do you guys think the difference is?

Hey Waffles7... Welcome to Breeding Zone!

Finally got my blog post up about this scene... Check it out - tons more pics and a preview video... Top Explores His Sub Side & Gets Bred

See, that's the sorta input I think is really helpful (as opposed to the guy who got banned)... Non-judgmental, personal, and honest... I really do think neg guys who are considering becoming poz need to hear more stuff like that. Poz guys are largely silent about their lives. If they were just more open about the little stuff I think it would change people's perceptions - and not so much in a bad way. Despite what people think of me I really don't think barebacking is right for everyone. The ones on the fence need to hear the honest truth. Only poz guys can really give those details... It's not something I can do for them - I can just provide the platform for them to talk about their lives...

There was a user here who just sorta didn't fit in. His posts were a bit preachy and adversarial - definitely out of step with everyone else on the site. Whenever I saw he had posted, I'd groan wondering what he'd said now. I really don't mind different, contrary perspectives, but they have to be presented in a logical, respectful manner. His weren't. To be clear, I'm all for difficult discussions - whether that be STDs, or the difficulties of being poz. In fact I'd love to see more poz guys talk about the hassles of being poz. I've got friends who spend weeks in the hospital and I suspect it's 'cause of complications related to HIV, but not sure... I really wish poz guys would discuss that side of being poz more. That's the stuff bug chasers need to hear to really make an informed decision. Anyway, the member in question asked me to delete his account and go surgically through the threads he'd participated in and delete posts that didn't create holes in the discussion. That was too much work, so I just banned him. Banning him is less permanent. If he wants to come back and participate in a civil manner, he's welcome and he'll be reinstated. The vast majority of you are great and you guys have really created a wonderfully supportive community here with your input. As that grows just know I'll be on top of it and people who are disruptive will be given a chance, and then either have their access limited to non-controversial parts of the site or they'll be banned completely.

If you're a top in NYC and a top and want to be in a Treasure Island video I see there's sort of an open call for tops in the party listings on BarebackRT. The party this Saturday listed by "MaxBareback" is for Treasure Island... MaxBareback = Max Sohl - the TIM producer in NYC. Tell Max you heard about it from rawTOP.

Hey raw&anon - I see that's you're first post. Welcome to Breeding Zone. Love how you're giving/taking loads...