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Honestly, I don't know - I've never posted a blog other than a quick test which I deleted. I do know tags are a pain in the ass on the forum part. Unless you specify them when you do the original post, you can't add them later and I don't think you can edit them. Not sure how the blog part works exactly...

I know in your recent scene on Bareback Place you bottomed. How much does bottoming attract you? And do you think you suck guys off to give an outlet for your bottom side? What's holding you from bottoming more and taking more loads in your ass? I know some guys just prefer oral 'cause they like the taste of cum. What is it about cum that turns you on - taking the load or the taste? Do you have a preference for oral loads or loads up your ass? Why one over the other? Personally, I like the taste of cum, but it's far from an obsession. Most of the time I don't even want the bottom to cum, and half the time when the do cum I don't even bother to taste it. But there are times when I do really like getting a load in my mouth and savoring the flavor.

Very fuckable. I'd seed you if I were closer!

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

Just gave my load, oddly to a big 'ol bear... I had a hardon that wouldn't go away and this guy near me said he had a party going on. So I went over and there were 5 other guys. I realized a few minutes later they were camming their sex (I tried my best to keep my face off camera). They were all quite high and offered me my choice of T or G (I declined). I was about to take out my PA, but they said I should leave it in. I fucked the guy who invited me over, but just as I was about to cum he went to the bathroom to take a leak (I was probably hitting his bladder when I was fucking him). This big 'ol bear got on all 4s and said "fuck me", so I did. I tried not to cum, but just couldn't hold back. I then went back to fucking the host when he got back from the bathroom, but didn't fuck long enough to give a 2nd load.

Just gave my load, oddly to a big 'ol bear... I had a hardon that wouldn't go away and this guy near me said he had a party going on. So I went over and there were 5 other guys. I realized a few minutes later they were camming their sex (I tried my best to keep my face off camera). They were all quite high and offered me my choice of T or G (I declined). I was about to take out my PA, but they said I should leave it in. I fucked the guy who invited me over, but just as I was about to cum he went to the bathroom to take a leak (I was probably hitting his bladder when I was fucking him). This big 'ol bear got on all 4s and said "fuck me", so I did. I tried not to cum, but just couldn't hold back. I then went back to fucking the host when he got back from the bathroom, but didn't fuck long enough to give a 2nd load.

Hey 1981virginia - Great first post! Welcome to Breeding Zone...

Hey laidbare - Welcome to Breeding Zone! Being a eunuch or nullo is a lot more than acting out a fantasy. It's your life. I'm sure you know that though... Personally, I'd LOVE to fuck a nullo. If there are any in NYC, hit me up. But to answer your question - I think I'm a bit "out there" - don't think most tops would share my fascination with eunuchs and nullos.

Hey cmmolthr - Looks like this was your first post. Welcome to Breeding Zone!

Latino is a tricky one... It's not a race, it's an ethnicity, so technically Latino-on-non-Latino may or may not be "interracial". So a white Latino with a "regular" white guy isn't interracial, but a Blatino with a white guy would be interracial. Then there are Dominicans who are typically black, but some (even ones with dark skin) consider themselves to be white. And Latino-on-Latino could be interracial if one is a white Latino and the other a black Latino. [Can you tell I spent too many years studying sociology and demography? lol ]

Hey subblkbtm - I see that's your first post... Welcome to Breeding Zone! When you get a chance, fill out more of your profile so people here get a better sense of who you are - location, interests, stats, pics... Here's some of the interracial fuck scenes I've come across... http://www.rawtop.com/porn/bb/interracial (bareback) http://www.wilywilly.com/porn/interracial (condom) And yes, I like a good black ass... And popping a cherry would be even hotter!

If you don't like seeing gift giving / bug chasing threads, contact me and I'll put your user name into a group that's not allowed to see it. Once you're logged it it will completely hide it from your view. You'll see that the sub forums exist, but that's all. It won't come up in "What's New?", etc. When you're not logged in you'll see stuff from the fiction section (since it's public), but threads from it will disappear once you've logged in. As I've mentioned elsewhere, I can do the same type of thing with chem sex threads.

This is the sister thread to the thread asking bottoms if they like to get double fucked (check out that post for pics of double fucking). If you're versatile, you can vote in both. Otherwise, don't vote unless the question matches what you do sexually... I've double fucked bottoms a few times. Personally I find it distracting. I don't think I'd ever be able to cum that way, so I could sorta take it or leave it. On the other hand it is cool to push a bottom's limits... But that's all it is to me. If you're a top - how much do you enjoy it? Ever actually cum while double fucking a bottom? BTW, if you're a newbie to double fucking they say you should have the top with the bigger dick lay on his back, the bottom sits on that cock, and then the top with the smaller dick gets behind the bottom and fucks him doggy style.

This is the sister thread to the thread asking tops if they like to double fuck bottoms. If you're versatile you can vote in both. Otherwise, just vote in the one that best suits what you do sexually. Just curious - how many bottoms crave DP (double penetration - taking two cocks in your ass at once)? Have you tried it? Loved it? Indifferent? Not interested? Here are some pics to demonstrate the point - click on them to see more from the particular scene... And here's Dawson getting double fucked...

Hey Lalroos - I see you're new here... Welcome to Breeding Zone!

It was the weekend, and I was out on the town. I decided to drop in on my high school Pal. He started hustling at 18, and loves every minute of it. Says it's the best money he's ever made. It's not the most secure job in the world, but the benefits are immense. He doesn't think he'll make it to 30, so he does just what he wants. I asked how his week had gone. One married man and a couple Fags. He said the married guy fucked him in their conjugal bed while wifey was out of town. He'd decided to give the Bi a break (since he'd neglected to mention he has AIDS) and stayed the night. The Bi had desperately needed a Hot Teen Boy to fuck, and may have gotten a wee bit more than he'd bargained for. (My Pal plans to remain a Teen for at least another 2 years.) We talked at length about some of the younger dudes and some of the older used up Pussy (including my Pal). These boys are usually addicted to sex or drugs or both. Many are POZ. He tricked at the Pit two weeks ago. The John wanted a Hot Boy to fuck. My Pal got all chemed-up, forgot about his Trick, and fell asleep in the Sling Room. He took a dozen Loads. Cum was literally pouring out of him, so he got down on hands and knees to lap it up. I checked out a couple bookstores. The Pleasure Chest attracts all kinds. I hooked up with a trucker who looked and smelled like he never bathed. He bent me over and, before sliding in, shoved some party stuff up my Ass. Felt real nice. We quickly gained an audience, and I took half a dozen Loads. I love being bent over and stuffed with Cock. I'm not the least bit choosy, and suck, and get fucked by, whoever cums along. "Got a Special Gift for you," one Creep whispered in my ear. "Yeah, whatever." I wasn't impressed. I was probably the one POZZING most of them. I just kept taking Cum till the Dudes were spent, pulled up my pants, and left. I farted as I walked along. I ducked into a doorway and stuck a finger up my Ass. I hate being dirty. I know it turns some guys on, but I prefer being clean. I walked past some street urchins. One whistled and yelled to get my attention. It's exciting being a Harlot of the Night. I tried it a few years back. You never know who or what you're gonna meat. Plus the money can be spectacular—providing you fuck raw. I stopped at The Station. I hadn't planned on staying long, but it was packed. I headed to the back room where a guy demanded I suck his Cock. His Dick had lumps all over it, but I sucked it nonetheless. I ended up taking another 15 Loads, give or take a few. Sometimes I lose track. It was almost 4 a.m. by the time I reached The Pit. I passed several Leather Men on their way out. One of them whistled as I passed. "Nice Ass!" 'Pity he's leaving,' I thought to myself. He had lots of tats and looked real sleazy—my kinda guy. Still, guys like him are a dime a dozen that time of night. The first thing I noticed was the still large crowd. I tried to get into one of the G.H. Booths, but all were all occupied. One guy told me that in the corner booth a POZ Dude was whoring out his Boyfriend’s Ass. The Boy had already taken dozens of Loads. I wondered what the Kid looked like, but my Ass twitched. I needed Cock. I headed to the Sauna and stumbled into an Orgy—guys sliding up Ass and screwing mouths all over the place. I had some drug-fucked young Twink slither up to me and say that he adored my Butt. Tit for tat I slipped behind him and shot my Load up his cum-drenched Ass. An older Dude was playing with himself. I dropped to my knees to go down on him when he turned around. I dug my tongue into his hairy Pussy and chowed down on his Ass Lips. He was none too clean; but as the saying goes, 'If you can get past the smell....' Actually, I love all Ass, dirty or clean. I didn't used to, but I do now. Trading places, he screwed his Cock deep up my Ass before shooting a huge Load. Even with all the Spooge already in me, I felt him Cum. He slipped me a few love pills and walked off. Two older men were ravaging a young guy who'd passed out near the door. It was hot watching them fuck the senseless Youth. I noticed the BIO-TAT on the Fucker's arm. “WAY TO GO, MAN!“ I fucked the Fucker, while his Partner shot down Junior's throat. I slapped BIO-TAT on the Ass and reamed Junior myself. I headed to the john. Shit, it was packed! I had trouble working my way amongst the fucking, sucking bods, so I had to stay awhile. I maneuvered for a little space as countless Cocks explored my Crack and hands groped for my Balls. I inched toward the exit and the dormitory sector. Guys in rooms with doors flung open were begging to be fucked. A really chemed-up Dude came up to me and started eating out my Hole—right there in the corridor. Meanwhile, I sucked off a mustached Dude who pushed my head down in his Crotch. My motto: Never Pass Up Good Cock! In one room a Black Daddy fed his Ass to a Young Fem. After a few minutes the Daddy demanded, "Eat my Shit, Kid. Suck those Turds!" I would have stuck around to watch the Youngster turn brown; but suddenly felt queasy, and I'm no prude! I remembered the POZ Dad who was whoring out his Son and headed back to the Glory Holes. I entered an adjacent Booth and spied the Youth, face pressed against the Glory Hole across from me. He's was indeed a beauty—soft, silky skin; arrow-straight Cock glistening with Cum; reddish-blonde Pubes obscuring sex-starved shriveled Balls; a mop of thick red hair which screamed DYED, BLO-DRIED, AND PERMED; and blonde body fuzz which gave the Youth a surreal, air-brushed air. The POZ Dude (a Leather Daddy I didn't know) put his face against the Hole. "WANNA CHARGE UP MY BOY?" “YEAH," I replied. According to the Daddy, the Kid was new to the scene, and Daddy was merely fulfilling his patriarchal obligation to make sure the Youth got bred. "You POZ?" Daddy inquired. "None of your business." "I am. Turn around." I didn't need a second invite, and his Cock was up my Ass. It hurt like hell, despite all the other Loads I'd taken. I've neglected to mention his mammoth P.A. As nimbly as he'd entered me, he pulled back out and tore into my Hole with his nails. My masochistic side drooled at the damage he was inflicting, even as I cried out in pain. Satisfied that I'd been properly prepped, he slammed back up my Ass. I was close to passing out, but kept sniffing Poppers to give me an adrenaline boost. My head swam all the more. After God knows how long, he shot one humungous POZ Load up my Ass. God, so much Jizm! When he pulled out a juicy glob of Spooge plopped to the tile. I knelt down and licked it up. As if on cue, the Kid turned and smiled in my direction. It was hilarious cause he looked so out of it—till I realized I must have looked the same to him. "Wanna suck and fuck me, Mister?" he asked, glancing at Daddy for approval. The Boy was so good-looking and tight , I had no problem spewing Bullets up his Ass, despite all my other fucking. Then, for good measure, I rammed my fist up his Ass and twisted. "Uhhhhhhhh!" the Boy winced, squealing in pain. "Stings a little, doesn't it, Boy?" I knew if the Dumb Slut didn't feel so good right then, he'd feel twice as bad by morning. The Youth turned and fed his Cock to me through the Hole, and I sucked his NEG (?) Load down my throat. Daddy invited me join them in their booth while he went off in search of other prey; and I spent the next few hours pimping out his Son. Thanks to all the horny Diehards who'd hung around, by 11 A.M. the Boy could hardly walk. Daddy and I each grabbed an arm and dragged him to their car. Daddy dropped me off at home, where I slept a sound and dreamless sleep till I awoke—ERECT AGAIN.

I met a College Kid this morning. We'd been corresponding for several months, and he'd been on my case to POZ his Butt. He'd been taking it raw since he'd started fucking, but had grown impatient with testing NEG. I work out on at the Baths several times a week. Finally I grew tired of Junior bitching and invited him to drop by. He got there early and was dressed in Tee and 501 cutoffs. Beneath those he wore bikini briefs, apparent because his 501's had ridden down his Bubble Butt, revealing an enticing bulge between his legs. Like a good boy, he waited patiently for me to shower; then I showed him to my room. I peeled off those briefs of his and bent him over the bunk. I rimmed his Cunt till it was soaked with Spit, then mounted him and rammed it home, POZ CREAMING HIS NEG ASS. How I wished I'd had more time, but in my eagerness to accommodate my fellow man, I did the next best thing. I turned him over to a Gift Giver Wannabe who desperately needed to POZ FUCK. He hadn't taken Meds to date, so I had high hopes his Bug would take. Yeah, I know. I'm not a Chicken Hawk. I don't usually mess with guys 19. But the little Twirp deserved it so, I did everything in my power to screw him up.

I dropped in at the Baths on my way home from work. I planned to get sucked and maybe fuck a little. I was 90% Top. Due to my size (6'4", 220 lbs), guys tended to get overwhelmed when I engulfed them. The guys I attracted, or was attracted to, were straight-acting Bottoms, frequently married or Bi, who had little experience dealing with a guy like myself-who dwarfed them in size, overpowered them, and used their Asses for my satisfaction. Anyway, I made eye-contact with an Italian Hunk. He pursued me into the Maze where we connected. What surprised me was that he was not interested in my Cock. On the contrary, he went straight for my Ass. massaging it beneath my towel. Before I knew it, the towel fell to the floor; and he'd maneuvered behind me. I wasn't about to get screwed by him or any other guy; but momentarily humored him, and let him explore my Ass Crack. That excited him and the others who were watching. 'What's this?' I agonized. 'Screw Me Day?' They all seemed to want the same thing, but no way was I going to whore out my Butt to that group of guys. I must admit one of them, a Black Dude with a nice long, thick Cock, turned me on. And when I split, he followed me to the Sauna. We started fooling around. It didn't take long for me to conclude that he, too, wanted my Pussy. After he made a few overt passes, I called it quits and took a hike. After I'd circled the halls several times, I ran into the Black Dude again, accompanied by his Latino Pal. "God, I need to be fucked," spouted Miguel. He sure did have a sweet Ass, and I volunteered to service it for him. The three of us headed to their room. I started to fuck the Hispanic and the Black climbed on my back. As I gave way, the Latino ducked out from under me, grabbed his towel, and vamoosed. That left the two of us alone in the room on the bunk, the Black's Cock poised at my Cunt. I realized I'd been duped by the two. Their real intent had been to get me fucked. The Black plowed my Hole. In my compromised position, I could barely resist. Actually I didn't try very hard. Considering my earlier experiences, I'd become somewhat resolved. He slid in and out and yodeled he was gonna shoot. Afterward I was on the commode when they came in the john. "You breed his Ass?" "Like takin' candy from a baby," the Black replied. "And did you POZ his Cunt?" "All I know is that Whitey's walkin' around with the biggest, badest Load of Bug Juice this Dude's ever shot." POZ me? Bug Juice? I blanched and sat stone still till they left. I was stunned. Sure, it was bound to happen. But what the hell, I was a Top! Tops aren't supposed to get POZZED; but I feared my day of reckoning had cum. Of course, one POZ Fuck doesn't spell HIV. Lots of guys bottom for years and never get the Bug. In a daze I stumbled back to the Maze. And who was waiting for me there, but the Italian I'd met early on. Only now, stretched and lubed courtesy of one Long Black Dong, I was easy pickings for the European's Manmeat. He slid right into me, no questions asked, and in no time shot up my Ass. Again we'd gained an audience; and again, the key attraction was my Butt. When he withdrew, another to took his place-then another-and another. Overall, I took half a dozen Loads that afternoon. I began to think, 'Why not?' If I had the Virus up my Ass, it'd be self-serving to keep it to myself. Yeah, sure, they could have acerbated things by grinding the POZ Stew into my Ass Walls, but, then again, I suspected my days as a NEG TOP were numbered. So since I already had the Virus in me, I took off to see how the Bottom half lived.

On one of my early trips to the Baths, I was approached by a man with a weird circular Tattoo on his back. The guy wanted to fuck me on the black leather mattress in the Orgy Room, but I declined. He then asked me to accompany him to his room. We stripped, and he sucked my Cock and told me to lay back on the bunk and relax. I was completely nude sans the watch my ex-Boyfriend had given me, and the bottle of Poppers pressed to my nose. The man lay on top of me and licked my Ears, Nips, Cock, and Balls. He slid his Rod up and down my Ass and scooted me over the edge of the bed. He greased my Butt with an abundance of Lube and slid his Dick in my Crack. I kept sniffing; and after a few painful attempts, he drove his bare Cock up my Cunt. At first it hurt like hell, but after a while, it felt pretty good. His Shaft, thicker and longer than most, was lodged deep in my Pussy. As he licked and bit my neck, I had to cum clean how bad I needed it. As he fucked me long and hard, I came face to face, or shall I say Cock to Cock, with the Manslut I had become. Chills ran up and down my spine as he plowed in and out. I fleetingly wondered if he were POZ, but I didn't much care. The thought of him breeding my Hole actually turned me on, and made him seem almost godlike to me. After awhile I moaned and shot Jizm all over my chest. A few seconds later blew his iffy Load deep in my Ass. We talked afterwards. Among other things, we discussed HIV. It was nice to chat with him, instead of him running off like most do. I told him that I was unsure of my Status, but that didn't seem to bother him much. He said I oughta get tested as it would cum as a relief to find out THE TRUTH. Too late did I realize I'd forgotten to ask him what the Tattoo meant.

I went to the sauna last night. It was a little slow at first. I was fucked by a guy I hadn't seen in ages, but he didn't want to cum so early in the evening. Then I went into the dark room and walked in on an orgy of four or five. I could barely make them out, but the one nearest me had a thick cock, which I chowed down on for a while. I turned and backed onto it. He slid in me with a grunt of pleasure and fucked me till he shot with a loud gasp. He sat on a bench, and I lay next to him. "Was that dirty cum?" "Yeah," he chuckled. "Really dirty!" I followed him outside. His torso was covered with purple blotches. Later, I found him in the dark room again laying on a bench. As I sucked him, an Asian dude followed by a big bear wandered in. The Asian inched over and tentatively touched my ass. I pulled apart my ass cheeks, and he slid a surprisingly long cock up my mancunt. He fucked me while the bear egged him on. "Fuck that ass! Give the fucker what he deserves. He got it cumin'." The Asian got even more aroused. "Yeah, Man! I'm one Dirty Slut. So gimme all ya got!" That really turned him on. He spilt a heavy load into my ass. "You poz?" I really didn't even have to ask. He grunted and left. The bear climbed on top of me, his short, stubby cock sliding up my butt. "I'm going to give you my very special seed." "What's so special ‘bout it?" "It’ll grow on ya. You’ll learn to love it." "You gonna poz me?" "You want it, doncha?” he asked rhetorically, snaking his poison rod up my ass. "Yeah," I muttered. "I really do." I don't know whether he heard me or not cause he did nothing to acknowledge my confession. I took a hit of my Poppers, and heard a low growl as his toxic spooge flooded my cunt. I kissed him, and he said he'd do me again before he left. I needed a break and made out with an old guy I'd seen there before. Great cock, but he was impotent. After coffee, I climbed into the sling. The same old bear sat on the bench across from me transfixed by my cummy gaping pussy. We talked of pozzing both the willing and the unsuspecting. All's fair in love and war. He came over and slid his turgid tool up my mancunt once again. "FUCK ME!" I pleaded. He grinned. "Oh, yeah? You wanna leave here with two bug doses?" "More if I can manage." He fucked me with deliberate concentration. Our souls seemed to bore into each other as he shot up my ass. "Five notches in my belt," he said. I didn’t understand. "Five confirmed conversions. You'll be number six." When he was satisfied the bug had permeated my innards, he pulled out. We kissed. He left. I went back to the dark room and lay down. A big guy came in and looked down at me. He was very nervous and sweaty. He left momentarily, then returned. I got on my knees and offered him my squishy pussy. He fumbled with his towel and slid in me, cumming prematurely. "Sorry," he mumbled. I stood up and kissed him. "No sweat. That felt hot. Are you poz?" He hesitated. "How'd you know?" "Just an inkling. Seems like everyone who's fucked me here tonight is poz."

I emailed this Top whom I’d met on an all male site. He was 56, a businessman and Top, 6'1, 195, salt and pepper hair, strictly barebacked, and never pulled out. He said was interested taking me for my virgin ride. I had tried it once before, but chickened out; and the Dude shot all over my back. After numerous emails, we decided to meet. I got to the coffee shop at his hotel an hour early. I was nervous and sat in the car, playing the radio, thinking, but not hearing. Should I go through with it? Finally, I committed to go all the way. When I entered the restaurant, I immediately recognized his blue shirt and slacks. We greeted each other and sat down at the bar. He looked as advertised, maybe a bit older, but definitely in good shape. We talked in the corner. I told him that I wanted to take his Cum bare and deep. He warned that once he started, he wouldn’t pull out, and said he’d tie my hands, maybe my legs, maybe gag me, and go for my Pussy. Foolish and naïve that I was, I agreed. I’ll never know why. I knew that he might be POZ. He admitted as much when he said he’d never been tested. We got in the elevator. He had a big hardon and pulled my hand to his crotch. We walked, to the end of the quiet, deserted hall. He used his card key and hung a "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the door. He turned and kissed me passionately. I responded, French kissing him back. My knees were like jelly, and I was shaking ever so slightly. No, I wasn’t cold. It was my nerves. He told me to strip and kneel on the carpet. I did as he ordered, pealing off my clothes slowly, in a delaying tactic, piling them ever so neatly on a chair. I was willing, but needed time. I’d used several enemas before cuming to the hotel, so I was ready. Meanwhile, I heard him peeing in the bathroom. He’d stripped off his clothes and came out nude, facing me in front of a full-length mirror. Hairy chest, some stomach, but strong hairy legs, hairy pubes, balls, 7-inch Dick rather thick, and fully erect. He told me to suck him, but that lasted for only minutes before he guided me to the bed. The taste his Precum lingered on my lips. He pushed me down on my back, arms over my head, anchoring them to the bedstead. He stuffed a pillow under my buttocks and started to rim me. God, did that feel great! With my Butt elevated toward the ceiling, he tied a rope over my stomach, cushioned by a towel, then under the bed, thereby immobilizing me on the mattress. I was dripping Precum like there was no tomorrow. There I lay with my quivering Mancunt open and exposed, an inviting receptacle for Any Man’s Seed. “Did I need to be gagged?” “No!” I replied adamantly; though he pointedly dug a Ball Gag out of his suitcase, and laid it on the bed stand, in case I got loud. At that point, I almost panicked, but was determined not to chicken out. He mounted me, kissing me deeply, pushing his Cock Head he’d prelubed with Vaseline into my Pussy. With a slow rocking motion, he was in to the hilt, then paused, waiting for me to adjust. He said simply, "Let's Fuck!" He started pumping slowly, then furiously, my legs propped round his neck. He fucked only for minutes till his breathing grew labored. I was nervous about the upcuming Load. What if he were POZ? Yeah, I was prepared to be barebacked; but was I also ready for the Bug? I’d never given it much thought. How would I tell my Doc I needed to be tested? What would he surmise? He’d been our family physician since I was a kid, Maybe I’d have to find someone else. I knew he wouldn’t pull out, and I wasn't going anywhere. He was going to get what he wanted; and maybe I’d get what I didn’t. He told me he was going to shoot and asked how badly I needed to be bred. I told him I was nervous, afraid, but wanted him more than ever before. We were sweating up a storm. He kept piston-fucking, both of us breathless. He held a bottle of Poppers under my nose, I mean, not for a second, but a whole goddamned minute. My head was spinning, and I wondered how wise I’d been to take that Viagra I’d “borrowed” from Dad. My Ass was more open than I’d ever thought possible. I was ready to be bred, whatever that meant. More ready than ever. Right then his Dick and my Pussy were the only things in the whole world important to me. One more thrust and he started spooging. He fucked me harder, growling as he went along. He kept his hot pubes nailed to mine, his Cock deep in my Hole. An incredible feeling of warmth welled up inside me. His Dick spasmed repeatedly as ropes of Raw Jizm spurted into my Cunt. I could hold back no longer and shot all over his belly. He lay, still, atop me, telling me that he needed to rest, and that his Seed needed time to germinate, for me to be properly bred. At last he pulled out, telling me I was his Pussy Boy and he was my Master. In a sense, he was right. I regarded him as my second father, husband, or something; and I was his Pregnant Bitch. He began biting my Nips grabbing my Buttocks, and roughly yanked my ankles apart—I suppose to prove his dominance over me. At that point, it didn’t matter. I let him do as he willed. I was exhausted, sweaty, cum-fucked, and accepting of my Status in Life. What a great feeling it was to fuck without Condoms, to feel his bare Dick thrust in and out of my Hole, the spasms when he pumped his Load, and the warmth of his Jizm. But that wasn’t the end of it. We did it twice more that afternoon. I was already stretched out and prelubed with his Cum, and no longer needed to be bound. I can't wait for next time. To be frank, I don’t know if I can wait for him to cum back to town. I may have to find someone else—just for the interim—you understand. There’s a park near our house. I think I’ll give it a try. I’ve never been, but I’ve heard stories of what goes on there after dark.

I was on vacation and headed for the Baths. It had been a week at least since my last visit, and my malnourished Cock tented flagrantly beneath my towel. I stopped to watch a couple guys fuck bareback. Fed up with sitting on the sidelines, I wandered downstairs and passed a cute Dude on the stairs. He gave my hard Dick a wistful look, massaged his crotch, and brushed against me as he passed. "I have a room," I advised brashly. He nodded and followed me upstairs. His name was Marky, with a beautiful long Dick with purple head, nice balls, and one sweet Butt. And he was POZ. We both liked three-ways and headed out in search of Pussy. We passed the john, where a young Twink, twentyish, reclined against the wall. When we walked by, we startled him, and his loose towel fell to the floor, inadvertently revealing, to our pleasure, a beautiful straight Cock, hard as a rock. Embarrassed, he reached down to pick the towel up, revealing a Bubble Butt to die for. Marky and I glanced at each other, literally grabbed the Youth and escorted him to my room, AKA, "The Lions Den." His name was Johnny, and the first words from his lips: "I'm NEG." Marky and I quickly changed the subject. I got down on hand and knees and took the Boy's hard Shaft between my lips. Marky got behind him and slipped his tongue between his NEG Ass Cheeks. I mouthed his Balls and sucked that sweet NEG Shank while Marky began to tongue his Pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a POZ Dad I knew well observing from the hall. "NEG," I mouthed in his direction, bobbing my head towards Johnny best I could. Not nice to talk with your mouth full. Soon, the tongue in the Kid's Anus was replaced with Marky's Poison Shaft, and the NEG appeared to love it as Heavy Balls made slapping sounds against his Bubble Butt. The Daddy in the hallway stole in the room, fucked Marky in a threesome, then slipped it in my mouth for me to savor. That was how he always said "Hello." I sucked that Shaft with relish before he stuffed it back up Marky's Pussy. Soon Marky started panting hard and pumped his POZ Jizm up the Young Man's Cunt. He pulled out soft, still spasming. The Daddy quickly took Marky's place up Johnny's A-Hole and was the next to Cum, squirting huge gobs of POZ Jizz up the DDF Youth's NEG Pussy. I continued to suck the Kid, as his hard Pelvis ground against my kisser and his spasming Penis thrust down my throat. Greedily I devoured his NEG Seed. The Daddy and Marky had had their fill, leaving the Twink and me alone on the bunk. Johnny announced he'd better shower. I said the room felt hot (it wasn't just the room was hot) and I was sweaty. We turned on the faucets and showered side by side. I began to lather Johnny's back and buttocks beneath the shower so I could work my magic on his pubes. Pretty soon the warmth and my massage rejuvenated Johnny's Rod. The Kid was ripe again. I used my towel to dry him off. My arm around his still damp shoulders, and my wet towel about my neck, I guided him back to "The Lions Den" where he had cum of age. That time I locked the door behind us. They two of us began to 69 as instinctively my hands kneaded his buttocks, my prodding digits exploring his NEG Pussy till—to gratify my growing angst—I rolled him on his stomach. I rimmed that beautiful Mancunt. You get pretty good at it with years of practice, and pretty soon the Kid was putty in my hands. My own Dick was almost sore from being hard yet unappeased, so I quickly rammed my POZ Rod up his Anus. Obviously he hadn't fucked a lot, evinced by tightness of his Mancunt and his unafflicted Status. Still, entering him was not a problem. With Marky's and the Daddy's Cum in him, I had all the Natural Lube I needed. Hot as I was, it wasn't long till I was ready the Kill. Gobs of Poison Spooge pulsed up his NEG Pussy, for his 3rd POZ Load that day. I wanted to congratulate the him on his possible conversion, but since the Boy had been the only one to mention Status, discretion seemed the better part of valor. To top the evening off I flipped him over and sucked his Rod once more. For the 2nd time that night I was treated to a copious Load of his NEG Spooge—presumably, his NEG Finale. I licked my lips and completely sucked that NEG Rod dry, at which time he announced he had to leave to meat his girlfriend. "A girl?" "Yeah, he replied, "We've been like this [crossing his fingers] since the 6th Grade." The Kid was Bi! I could almost picture him humping her. I was sure he hated Condoms, which is probably why he'd been so quick to declare his Status in the beginning. Johnny wrapped his towel about him. "See you around." I doubted I ever would, especially if the Kid got sick. I wondered if he'd been the perfect setup—and none of us had even been aware. I ruminated about him for a few minutes, unconsciously jacking as I fantasized, until I decided to head out myself. It wasn't till I was pulling off the sheets till I noticed the massive wet spot where the Twink had lain. The Kid was leaking POZ Cum like a faucet. It occurred to me he probably hadn't even noticed till he was driving home, and suddenly realized how damp his panties had become. I stretched the wet spot taunt between my digits and tongued off the excess, once again savoring the potent brew of Marky's, Daddy's and my own Cum. What a fitting way to end the evening! I descended the staircase towards the exit, when who should be ascending but a new arrival—another Young Twink, whose youth and freshness stole my breath away. I stopped in my tracks. "Wow!" I wondered, "Should I?" "…Nah, not tonight." I'd save him for another day.

Note: This story may seem really disturbing, but there's something about it that conveys what it was like to fuck bareback before ARVs. It also communicates the power a poz top had over the guys he fucked... It's more of an instructional/cautionary tale than anything... ---------- I've been POZ since '91. I've been one of the lucky ones who never did get sick—at least not seriously. Back then I was so young and scared. There were no cures nor cocktails. AZT, with its chronic side effects, was a joke. Testing POZ was a death sentence. You were consoled by a doctor or counselor, who said you could still lead a long and productive life—if you took care of yourself. I guess that was to make you feel better. Then you looked around, and reality struck you in the face. Friends were dying at an alarming pace. If that weren't enough, AIDS was a shameful disease—a fitting finale to an immoral life. You got what you deserved—that's how they felt. Overwhelmed by my dismal state of mind, I attended a Support Group—one of the more counterproductive missteps of my quixotic life. It was horribly depressing—surrounded by guys with one foot in the grave. I watched with horror and repugnance as they dropped like flies. I was losing friends faster than I could make them. The Support Group only fueled my anger and disgust. With trepidation I scrutinized myself for signs of HIV—night sweats, fever, blemishes, and wasting. They never came, but all around me guys continued to die. Often the simple act of having sex was a death sentence, for you never knew who had it. That uncertainty, coupled with self-imposed abstinence, and a hyperactive sex drive made lapses and slip-ups inevitable. Plus there was a small group of us who purposely continued to fuck raw. Perhaps we secretly coveted the Bug—but to deliberately infect someone was taboo. I kept hearing about certain POZ miscreants who fucked raw and lied about their status; and other more forthright, if misguided, souls who'd vowed to take as many with them as they could. Though I found such irresponsibility abhorrent, IT TURNED ME ON! I was barely 3 months pregnant when I confronted the Unspeakable. I fucked a sailor from a nearby base. He asked if I was SAFE, and I outright lied. I remember the excitement pulsing through my groin as I slid my bare Cock in his tight Mancunt. I remember thinking how naive he was to take me at my word. He was the first sacrificial lamb to fall victim to my ruse. It would ruin his career. His shipmates would find out. He'd end up losing everything—including his life. Visions of Toxic Sugar Plums danced in my head as I plowed in and out. I marveled at the power of my Spooge over his Pussy—the power to condemn him to an ignoble Death. IT WAS INTOXICATING! I knew how my Cohorts felt as they fucked and poisoned the Turds half-witted enough to trust them, how elated the Dude who POZZED me must have felt as he passed me the Baton. TRIUMPHANT! I felt my nuts tighten with the familiar surge of cum. I knew if I shot in him, it might cost him his life. If I withdrew, he might survive. But it was too late. I could not stop. I quickened my pace and pounded his bloody hole deeper. The orgasm was the most stupendous I'd ever experienced. 'Wow!' I thought. 'No wonder the world is awash in BUG JUICE!' My spasming Cock shook me to the core as jets of poison erupted up his ass. Then I felt repulsed. I loathed him and shirked away. The sorry little fuck was still tryin' to jack off. I pulled out, got off the bed, and dressed. "What's wrong?" So innocent. "Nothing, Dude. I'm done." He looked a little hurt, but I had bigger fish to fry. He was just a common little slut not worth the fuss. Besides, he'd soon be dead. It had all been so intense, and my balls ached for more. But the fuckin' slut was dead meat, anyway; and my body needed to recharge. I couldn't get away fast enough. That was my first BUGGING experience, and there were many more to cum. I didn't expect to live more than a few years, so my mission became one of fucking to my heart's content. And I did. I'm sure a lot of bottoms succumbed to my disease, but I survived and thrived undeterred. 'As long as I have an ounce of cum left in me….' The best BUGGING was before '96, back when HIV was a certain death sentence. Of course the fear and stigma persist today, but nothing like it was in the days before the cocktail—when death was much more in your face. After a while, I got bold enough to tell the bastards that I was POZ and they were going to die. Then, later, I'd jack off at home—at their panic and dismay. My favorites were the married guys and bi's who had so much to lose. How many of their ilk committed suicide rather than confront their female cunts—fuckin' cowards all! And how I loved to describe to them the course of the disease. Too bad I didn't get out to their hospices or funerals much. But time was of the essence, and there were so many more NEG Cunts to POZ. Of course with all the HIV Disclosure Laws, today it's too dangerous to reveal one’s status. So now I'm Grade A, STEALTH POZZER No. 1. The dudes don't need to know until they get tested. I'll grant them that largess. By then, the 'who' behind their demise will be but a faint flicker in a blur of bareback sex. Anyway, while this year has not been good to me. My T-cells plummeted to below 200, and my VL peaked at one point to over 300,000, but I'm back in the loop. After battling a number of illnesses over the past six months, I have recovered most of my health and vitality and am on the prowl once again—in the back rooms of seedy bars, cruisy parks, and other lewd and lascivious places. I refuse to take meds because I cannot tolerate most of them and am resistant to others. Anyway, I like living on the edge and love it when my viral load is high. It feels so much more lethal, unloading a TOXIC DOSE in some anonymous man cunt. and more virile than ever—due to my lack of meds. So I'm off to the baths. Surely some of you have seen me there. I may have even coupled with a few of you. I've spread my poison there night after night and many afternoons.

After a wild fuck at the Baths, when a Hot Muscle Dad pumped my Ass full with two Loads, I was starved for more. My Dick stiffened and twitched when I saw the Hot Fuck across the hall. He was about my height, 5-10, but maybe 20 lbs. lighter. He had all the markings of a POZ PIG—pale skin, hollowed out face, and an emaciated frame that reeked of AIDS. To top it off, he wore a PA that would tear up my Pussy so his Virus could sail, hook, line, and sinker into every nook and cranny of my bod. I went into his room, dropped my towel, and his hot tongue massaged my Cock. Instinctively I made for his Pucker. His brown-pinkish Pussy oozed rancid Spooge that cut a glistening swathe down his bony Buttocks onto his emaciated thighs. The way he bucked back against my exploring digits told me what a desperate Cunt he was. Hot Damn! How could I resist? The only thing better than fucking a Tight Hole is Sloppy Seconds. I flipped him on his back, straight-armed his legs, and dug my tongue deep into that sweet puddle of Man Juice. I slurped like a Fucker, swallowing most, and dumping the rest down his throat. Our faces were covered with Jizm as I rammed my Manmeat up that elegant Cesspool. "Goddamn, Dude, how many Loads you got in there?" I could feel Jizz seeping out with every stroke. "Six, maybe seven, and I need more." "You want my Dirty Fuckin' Load up your Ass? You want my Poison Jizm in your gut?" Our Lust grew fervid as we got off on our mutual POZ connection. I fantasized I was the Angel of Death, fucking the lifeblood out of an innocent victim who begged on his death bed to be pumped full of Seed. And he was the quintessential POZ Junkie who, paradoxically, couldn't live with, nor without, a Deadly Fix. Simultaneously I was his Mentor and Executioner, determined to inoculate him with a Venom which would sicken and decimate every cell in his bod. Our passion grew vehement as we played out our darkest fantasies of DEATH and the BUG. In conjunction with my grunts of pleasure and his groans of pain, sweat dripped from my pits onto his torso as I stared into the windows of his soul. "You want it, don't you, you twisted Slut? You want to die of AIDS. That why you wanna be fucked?" "You got it, Man. Now cut the bull and inject me with your Deadly Seed!" I slammed in hard, and my Balls spasmed as wave after wave of Toxin invaded his Mancunt. He shot his own Jizm all over his stomach, which I lapped up and fed back to his sex-crazed lips. I collapsed in a drained heap on top of him, our lips caressing in a Cum-Drenched Kiss, our sated flesh slapping together as we wallowed in the Cesspool we had spawned.

I'd been talking to this Dude for months. He's POZ. Nice guy. We talked on the phone, exchanged emails, and met once or twice on neutral grounds, like coffee shops and restaurants. Till then we hadn't done anything. Fucking hot bod. A Daddy type. Perfect for me. I'm 28, brown eyes and hair, smooth, and boyish overall. He's in his late 40's, divorced, solidly built, hairy chest, salt and pepper, with a Cock to kill for. He hadn't done me bare, cause he's POZ. I wasn't. At last not yet. He barebacked, but only other POZ guys. He knew about me—that I was NEG and screwed around. I barebacked, too. Some call me promiscuous; and, yes, I'd done the whole nine yards—the Net, the Baths, Bookstores, and Adult Theaters. He didn't know how bad I needed it. At first he was reluctant cause of my Status, and he feared he'd weaken or give in. The spirit's willing, but the flesh is weak—that kind of crap. But he knew himself. I give him credit. He insisted on staying fully clothed, so determined was he to do nothing to impair my health. But I turned him on enough that he wanted to see my Ass in action. He planned merely to finger me, stretch me, and use his Dildos on my Cunt. Of course I encouraged him, supposing what would lead to what. I can get any guy to fuck me. Case in point. When I showed up at his house, it was touch and go. He bent me over doggy style—to stretch me out. He started with two fingers, then up to his wrist. Shit, was he rough—twirling them inside my Pussy like my Ass Walls didn’t exist. I started making slopping noises. Maybe it was the Crisco—maybe my Ass Juices. But I was fairly sure a good portion of that SLOP was BLOOD. My head throbbed from the Poppers. I begged him to fuck me. How I prayed that god would fuck me, but he wouldn't do it. Instead he shoved a Dildo up my Ass. No Lube—except for the SLOP already in me. That stretched me even further. Again his fingers. I was getting finger-fucked and dildo-fucked at the same time. I was crazed with Lust. I wanted his Cock more than anything. I reached behind and grabbed his Crotch. When he slid the Dildo out, I turned and kissed him, twisting his Nips. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to shoot. He'd said he wanted to see me Cum. He pushed me to my knees, and the Dildo went back in. Or so I thought. FUCK! IT HURT SO GOOD! He crashed and burned. "I'm gonna fuckin' breed you. I'm gonna drill you with my POZ Cock. You want that, don't you, Fag. I'm gonna POZ you—make you mine." We could hold back no longer. Cum splashed everywhere—OUR Cum!. OUR Dicks pulsed on for minutes. OUR hair, faces, chests, guts, and Cocks were awash with Jizm—MY CUNT WITH HIS POZ CUM. And that's how POZ met NEG.