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I got out to take a walk and smoke and cruise the truckers in the lot. Cars and trucks were interspersed. The same could be said for many of their occupants—getting each other off in the dark recesses of the woods. I watched a sated trucker haul ass outta there just as another pulled in to take his place. The driver smirked—his bod perked up—as he set his sights between my legs. Our eyeballs locked, and he stretched to unlock the passenger side door. He pulled the curtains partly closed and peered out through the little bit of window left unveiled till our eyes entwined again. After a moment's faltering, weighing the pros and cons, I hopped into the cab. I found him lying on his bunk, flaunting his hairy bod. I bent down to suck the Fucker off, milking his oozing Pole with my hot and slimey lips. Pulling off that funky, unwashed Cock, I tongue-bathed his frenum and his balls. He moaned and raised his hairy legs, letting them cum to rest beside my ears. Fuckmeat to be sure! But first I wanted to—no!—strike that!—had to—subdue the Dude. I stripped and lay down on top him. Our lips collided violently. I spit into his mouth. He swished my spit between his lips like the connoisseur he was. I sucked the salty exudation from his pits, while my expert fingers made mincemeat of will! All the while my hungry Cock stabbed blindly at his Cunt. At the height of his enthrallment, in the throes of his ecstasy, I drew his hirsute thighs apart to administer the rimming of his life. Few guys, Gay or Straight, can withstand my hungry tongue; and his moans confirmed this Trucker Dude had fallen right in line. "Flip over so I can do you right." Compliantly, without a peep, he rolled over and offered me his Butt. On his right Cheek was this tattoo—two hearts and "Amy's Slut." "Who's Amy? Wife? Girlfriend?" "Yeah, but we're gettin' a divorce." "Let me guess. She found out you fuck around." "Hell, no! I'm the one divorcing her!" I buried my tongue up his Mancunt and spit on his Pussy several times. I worked a digit up his Crack. I wanted him all slimey, wet and hot. Nonetheless, I plowed in slowly—letting him adjust. But all for naught—his well-worn Pussy could only have gotten that stretched out from years of taking Cock. "She ever strap a Dildo on?" Insidious chat at best. "No way! I was just her 'cuckold,' so to speak." "Her what!?" "She'd bring her boyfriends home and let me watch. Every now and then she'd toss me one if she liked the way I’d dressed--in heels, short skirt, and lacey bra with neon lipstick that smeared all over my face and on their Cocks when I went down on them. I'd usually cum away with lipstick smeared from ear to ear, Cum drippin' down my chin. I got pretty good at suckin’ Cock—if I do say so myself." "Is that all you did--suck the Fuckers off?" "I'd eat their Balls and Assholes, too." "They ever fuck you?" "The Bi ones did, and some of the so-called 'Straights.'" "Bareback?" "There were no condoms in the house." I'd heard enough. After I'd nutted him, he asked me to suck him off. "Sorry. I just shot. You better try the woods for that." I dressed and left. I suppose he thought it rude of me—not to reciprocate. But, hey, you gotta do what's best for Number One!

I'd come to town to see my favorite white trash band. I love attending their concerts, though I stand out from the crowd and often get taken for a drug dealer—or worse—a cop! I'm not tall, but stocky and well built. And, I suppose, being black with a killer smirk, materially contributes to my straight white world formidability. Gay-wise, I'm just the opposite. I'd fuck myself if that were possible. So there I was in town to see this garbage band, when I got the sorry news—concert cancelled—their tour bus broken down 200 miles north. Actually the city wasn't new to me. I'd been there before and had a few acquaintances—but nothing serious—no Fuck Buds or anything. I tried to make the best of a bad scene and called up a trick from the last time I was in town. But Rob was preoccupied—with a mutual acquaintance of ours—actually a good friend of mine from my neck of the woods. Todd was a sweet guy and a father figure to me. He had a thing for Blacks, but had never put the make on me for fear of POZZING me. Tsk! Tsk! So, after exchanging pleasantries, I hung up the phone and, likewise, hung up the concert duds I wouldn't get to wear that night. After a nap, I planned on heading out to the Baths. I felt deprived and in need of an ego boost. When I awoke, I showered and preened for an evening on the town. The phone rang, and it was Rob and Todd downstairs. Todd pulled out a joint and passed it to me, while Rob massaged my chest, and his fingertips felt like electric prods as they danced across my tits. They invited me to go bar-hopping with them; but that seemed too hit-or-miss. So Rob suggested I check out The Cellar, a bathhouse catering to a more diverse, if older, crowd. He even had a discount pass for me. After a couple beers, Todd handed me another joint and told me to save it for the next guy who really turned me on. Horny as I was, I knew Mr. Perfect would shortly cum along. I took a wrong turn and drove for what seemed like hours up and down the dark, deserted downtown streets. So it was past 10 when I arrived. Since I had Rob's coupon in my pocket, I splurged and got a room. Having gotten lost, I felt a little out of sorts; and the other joint Todd had given me looked SOOOOH ENTICING. I caved, and leaned back on the bunk. Finally, at peace with the world, gripping my ever present Poppers bottle, I headed out to cruise the world. AN OPEN DOOR! INSIDE A BEAR BEATING HIS MEAT! On the third approach, I inched into the archway and caressed my privates through my towel. He waved me in and promptly rammed his funky Uncut down my throat. Attracted by his moans and groans, a group of perverts gathered outside his door. He was a vociferous one, he was! Another hit of Poppers, and all hell broke loose. The beers, the joint, and Poppers all hit me at once. It was seconds before it dawned on me he was cuming down my throat; and, much more to my liking, someone else was fingering my Cunt. I swallowed and excused myself from the Bear's room, and the gawkers started to disperse. I stumbled down the hall; and, as I hoped, Magic Fingers caught up with me and rammed his finger up my Butt. My basic instincts tend toward passivity, so I stood there in the center of the hall, buck naked, my towel crumpled about my feet, as he slid another digit in beside the first. Like vultures circling easy prey, guys surrounded us again, and a real mean Dude with an even meaner Dick approached and tweaked my Nips. "OUCH! GODAMMIT! HURTS!" But he ignored my anguished pleas and twisted them unmercifully till I was up on tippy toes moaning like a Slut. Mainly to shut me up, I suppose, he rammed his putrid, halitosistic lingua down my throat. At last he relaxed his death-grip on my titties; and I slumped down on my heels, only to be greeted by two more digits up my Cunt--shy by a thumb of a Full Fist. My Pussy felt distended like it'd never been before—a gaping Vulva begging penetration by all the Faggot Bastards ogling me. Up till then I'd never taken more than a three fingers up my Cunt—and was half inclined to bolt—when some kleptomaniacal Punker yanked my Poppers from my palm and practically rammed the whole damn vial up my schonz. First whiff, and I wished Magic Fingers would probe deeper. Second whiff, and I leaned backwards, forcing Magic Fingers deeper up my Cunt. "YOU FUCK?" he asked, as I bent down to blow Rough Trade. Not waiting for an answer, Magic Fingers rammed his whole 8-Inches up my Butt! Bucked forward by this penile penetration, Rough Trade's entire 7-Incher slid with no resistance down my throat. Startled as I was by the turn events had taken, it was, nonetheless, Nirvana as they ground away at my Holes from both ends. From all angles and directions, guys emerged out of the woodwork, and one concupiscent protagonist crawled beneath us to suck my Cock. Cum, Sweat, and Piss puddled everywhere, and the Thief who'd swiped my Poppers kept them pressed tight against my nostrils so the Orgy could proceed ad nauseum. Finally, when Magic Fingers withdrew his Deathstick, I wilted like a wet noodle, sinking to my knees. Rivulets of creamy skank oozed forth from my Pussy like putrid exudation from an industrial canal. Guys everywhere beat their Meat, awaiting a chance to bury their Hatchets up my Ass, until, finally, one concerned observer asked if I needed help. Meekly I glanced up into the smirking countenance of Rob. He commended me for taking on all Cumers. "And I did enjoy the Piece of Ass, thank you. But there's another who craves your Mancunt even more than I did." I followed the direction of his nod, and there, behind a couple Old Trolls, stood Todd. Petty me bemoaned my stolen Poppers bottle. A tall, skinny Dude with a Biohazard Tat on his 'cep came to my rescue. He was the second to compliment me on being a "Great Fuck." "Here," he offered, handing me his nearly empty vial. "You need 'em more than I do." Suddenly it dawned on me. While I'd been bent over, halfway to LaLa Land, MR. POZ TAT and his cohorts had had their way with me. I surveyed the sticky tile floor beneath me—befouled with drying Cum—not a discarded Condom anywhere. Todd smiled. "Now, are you ready for my Load?" The question, if it was one, was largely rhetorical. We hightailed it to his room. Steady streams of spoogey, creamy rivulets trickled down my thighs; and with each step a telltale "Squish, Squish, Squish" emanated from my Cunt.

Last week I got my test results back. As of then I still tested NEG. But today? Who fuckin’ knows? Not after last night. I invited a hot Latin top home from the bar. We fooled around for a while, and I let him get me in the missionary position with his Dick just outside my Cunt. I pushed back just a little, letting the head inch on in—just a little—using no lube. I love that kind of foreplay—a dry Cock at the door, really just teasing—prior to applying the lube. At least I’d assumed he was teasing. He kissed me and rammed his tongue down my throat. As I gagged, he drove all 8" up my dry Pussy! I screamed—it hurt so bad! He held it in there steady—not moving—realizing I had reached the outer tolerance of my endurance. I held my bated breath. Status hadn't even come up. After a bit, I had to admit how good he felt within me, flesh against flesh, with only my ass juices and his precum for lube. Everyman’s dream—certainly mine. Tentatively I milked his dick with my ass muscles and started to rock back and forth. ‘Go ahead! Fuck me!’ careened through my mind. He screwed me gently. The friction between his bare cock and my unlubed ass must have been driving him wild; but for my part, I was in pain. I figured I was bleeding a lot, and my blood must have been serving as lube—for whenever he came within an inch of my prostate—I almost shot. His thrusts grew ever wilder as he disregarded me as a person—just another impersonal mancunt to fuck. I felt humiliated, but more importantly, physically shredded—as I cried out in pleasure and pain. "Please cum! Cum up my ASS!" "Yeahhhh!" he growled in agreement as he fucked me like I was the last faggot on earth. "Take my poz charge!" When I heard those words and felt his dick spasm, I shot all over my chest. He pulled out. "I think I bred you good, little man." I looked down and the sheets beneath me were bloody. I hurt really bad. Still—I had that rare sensation in the pit of my stomach—the one that you get only after you’ve experienced a life changing conversion. And I loved and I loathed him for making the inevitable cum to pass.

I am a 44 year old black male, 6’2”, 240, masculine, clean cut, on the DL, and, oh yeah, POZ since 2000. All this happened last week. Tells you what I like. I was on the prowl at the bathhouse looking for action, and locked eyes with this very exotic looking man. I figured him to be in his 50s, average build, maybe 6’ tall,. I couldn’t help notice his intense blue eyes that stood in stark contrast to his dark, coppery skin. I guessed he was from somewhere in the Middle East. He had curly salt-and-pepper hair and a very hairy chest. We played the normal bathhouse game for about 20 minutes. I followed him into the video room, where he began to jack off to the porn. I couldn’t resist and sat down beside him and immediately laid eyes on one of the most beautiful Uncut Dicks I’d ever seen. This—from a Dude who usually prefers cut Anglo guys. It didn’t take long till I was stroking that married Uncut Dick till I got it slick with my Spit and PreCum. Helpless as he was, he was easy pickings as I forced his head to my chest and made him suck my Nips. Right there in the presence of a gathering assemblage, I got down on my knees and licked his Cock while I played with his Balls. He had one of the hairiest crotches that I’ve ever seen on a man. His manly, musky odor made my head spin. He leaned back, giving me easy access to his huge, hirsute Balls. I worked my tongue way up behind those Great Hairy Balls—in pursuit of the Ultimate Prize. He had a foreign accent I didn’t recognize. He was an engineer from Turkey, on vacation with his wife and his kids. Apparently I wasn’t the only one on the DL. He’d escaped for the night on the pretence of visiting old buddies and had immediately caught a cab to this bathhouse, renown for its easy sex and a substantial Black clientele. He said he dug Blacks and found me highly attractive and would love to spend some time with me if I wished. After I bragged about how I was the most DDF guy on the planet, I steered him by the waist up to my room. We kissed and made out, and, eventually I worked my way back down to his Dick and his Balls, which had been my intent all along. I knelt down and took aim at his Mancunt. Judging from his reaction, I had a committed Bottom on my hands. He had more than the usual amount of hair around his shiny pink Pussy, and I tongued my way in. The smell of his Mancunt had just the right amount of Funk mixed with Sweat, and it made my head spin. I got him down on the bed and sniffed and licked and sucked with his knees pressed to my chest for the next 15 minutes, then lay on my back and had him squat over my face for some serious rimming. He spread his Ass Cheeks and worked his Hole back and forth over my nose and tongue, as I forced my tongue deep up his Pussy. When his Ass Lips tightened up, I could tell he was close. Quickly I flipped him over on his back and strode atop him. As I bent down to cover his mouth with my own, I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and —home sweet home! His Pussy, no doubt stretched out from years of practice, in collaboration with his desperate, immediate need, offered not the slightest resistance as I slid in on a blanket of Spit and Ass Juices. To say the least I shot wad after wad of POISON JIZZ up his Mancunt. To distract him I grabbed his Dick which I beat off like mad. He shot all over our stomachs, and I knelt down to lick up every LAST NEGATIVE DROP. We cuddled for a couple of minutes. He made the excuse he’d better shower, and he put on his towel and left. I never saw him again, but I hope I managed to cede (seed) him THE GIFT.

We change sexually as we get older. How has your sex life changed over the years? Here are some of my changes... I didn't realize guy gave themselves hand jobs until I was in college. I always humped the bed (think frottage with one person). I remember giving myself a handjob for the first time in my sister's living room watching porn (while she was at work). I was probably a Junior in college by that point. [i still hump the bed sometimes. It feels good.] I used to like condoms. I liked the tightness on my dick and I liked the fact that they protected my dick from shit. My favorite way to cum used to be riding a guy's cock (face to face) and jacking my dick. The orgasm's were intense that way. Haven't done that in almost 20 years. I used to get into butt plugs. I remember in college wearing them to classes. Didn't do that very often though. This was before I actually had sex with another guy. I remember how painful it was to get the butt plug out after being in there for hours, and how the hole didn't close up - there was a perfectly round hole that stayed open for a while after I took out the butt plug. This is a little off topic but related to the last one... I also remember buying this HUGE dildo in college (before I actually had sex). I tried so hard to get it up my ass, but in hindsight you'd pretty much need to be a fist pig to get something that big up your hole. I used to be so disappointed that I couldn't get it up there - I spent a lot of time trying... So how about you? What did you used to get into sexually that doesn't really interest you anymore?

One of our users, MixMutt (Sam Storicks), died the other day. I'm really going to miss him. I used to follow him on Twitter and his humor was so dry and sarcastic it would make me laugh. He just had a way of looking at things that was different than everyone else. He was special. Sam was a flight attendant and a DJ. I always wanted to meet up with him when he was in NYC, but the last time he was in NYC (about a week before he died) he just had enough time to sleep and he was staying way out by JFK so it wasn't really possible to meet up with him. http://twitter.com/MixMutt http://www.facebook.com/sam.storicks?ref=search Here are a few pics of him (he was one of the first to post a gallery of pics here)... See more pics of him in his photo album - he uploaded the max 60 pics. Life can be short. Make sure you enjoy it.

Hey RawPlay4Now - Welcome to Breeding Zone! Hope you have a great time in SF. You can add you're A4A, BBRT and YIM profile names in your profile here (forget if you can add the AOL one). The YIM one actually shows up as an icon on your posts so guys can click and chat with you.

Flashcard - If I haven't said it yet - Welcome to Breeding Zone! Your top's reaction reminds me of an ex-boyfriend I had who just couldn't deal with the fact that he was poz. He had a hard time admitting it to himself, never mind someone else. It wasn't until I found a KS lesion on him that he admitted it (years into the relationship). But that was 1993/1994 and things were different back then 'cause ARVs hadn't come out yet. You're the perfect person to confront him about it because you love him, and having it out in the open won't change anything between the two of you. I may make the sex more intense. But he'll be better off if he comes to terms with it and learns to accept himself and love himself. Fear and self-loathing are never good for the soul. In terms of a poz top not being upfront about his status. There may be legal implications, but he is on meds so chances are his viral load is "undetectable" so he's probably shooting blanks and the risk to the guys he fucks is low. It sounds like he rubbers up most of the time anyway. I wouldn't approach him from that perspective anyway. The core issue is that he needs to accept himself and love himself.

How much of your difficulty has to do with being HIV positive, and how much has to do with psychological issues, and how much of it is due to drug use? You have a particularly difficult combination of issues to deal with. Most people don't have the same difficulties you have. I have a lot of poz friends. I know a fair amount about their lives. So while I'm not poz (as far as I know), I don't think my perspective is too far off base. I'm all for discussion. I think people should think about their sex lives and make informed decisions. At the same time when I see someone saying they got fuck flu 6 months after getting fucked, or they only got barebacked once and became poz - I'm going to challenge that because it doesn't match what we know, scientifically about HIV. And no, I'm not selling data off the site. Porn site memberships, yes. Data, no. And to be clear - you're welcome here.

Ummm.... "Pubes" / "Pubic Hair" is the hair above the dick, not the hair around the guy's ass...

@Deaner - When a woman is the subject of genital mutilation it means she can never have an orgasm again in her life. It's a much bigger deal than circumcision and people should be arrested and punished for it.

@hurtmewithit_ct - Welcome to Breeding Zone! Glad you're here...

That's not how it works (I used to teach statistics). Looking back at the risks you took you can basically plug in the numbers and figure out what was the most likely cause of infection. We're talking about all the sex you had the year between your negative test and your positive test. The fact that the guy was indeed poz just means you pick a different risk factor for that incident. I still say it was unlikely you were infected at that time. Yes, you may not test poz for 3-6 months, but you don't get fuck flu 6 months later. It just doesn't happen.

Today's NorCalRaw's birthday... Wanna wish him a good one... You can see from his profile and the post he did last month that he's a versatile jock cumwhore from Silicon Valley who's unsure of his status... Hopefully he'll do some more posts here to keep us up to date with what's going on with him...

I've always wished I were uncut. That might stem from the fact that the first porn I ever saw (in early adolescence) was when I was shopping with my mom and sisters and discovered a Playgirl's Men of Europe in a bin in the women's lingerie section of a department store. (It wasn't long before I wished I had managed to sneak the magazine home). All the guys were uncut in it and to me their dicks looks weird, mysterious and intriguing. But then I know guys who hated their foreskin so much that they've been circumcised as adults. What do you guys think - are you circumcised? Do you wish you had foreskin? Wish you could get rid of it?

Just wanted to say thanks to all of you who come here and participate. Yesterday we had our highest number ever - 291 at "one time". ("One time" is defined by the forum software as a rolling 2 hour period and includes people and search engine spider who aren't logged in). Here's a graph that shows the number of visits each week. As you can see the general trend is up (and up). There was a decline there at one point that was due to me pushing the site on rawtop.com and then it tapered back to normal. Tell your friends and fuck buddies about the site. Make sure they know your user name so they can fill it in on the registration form so you get credit for referring them. Hint: At some point I'll be rewarding people who've referred other members... If you have a blog, link to Breeding Zone. Use the URL http://www.breedingzone.com/?referrerid=UserID (where UserID is your user number) and you'll automatically get credit when someone signs up. If you're not sure of your user number, use the number in the URL of your profile page. If you're not sure you got it right - contact me and I'll confirm it for you.

Going forward why don't people post hardon pics when commenting on their dicks so people can get an idea of what you're referring to when you say you want a bigger/thicker/smaller/thinner dick. I'll do it when I get a chance. Out and on my iPhone right now so can't.

I added an option to the poll indicating you like it the way it is...

Just curious - how happy would you say you are? Answer the poll for how happy you are now. But put comments about how you see the future. If you're not feeling so great about things, is it the economy? I know in my case I hate where I live right now, but that'll change in a year, so I'm just ignoring it and focusing on the future, but every now and then it gets to me. But overall things are fine... I guess the other question is how does your happiness affect your sexual activity? Do you get depressed and just want to be used (take loads, be treated like a piece of meat) 'cause it fits with your mood? Do you get depressed, crave human contact, and have sex just hoping the guy will be nice and cuddle or be affectionate? I know some of the guys I fuck REALLY respond to me being affectionate and I wonder whether that was what they were really looking for. The fact that they had to let me treat them like a piece of meat and cum in their ass to "earn" my affection probably isn't all that healthy for them psychologically. Or is it the other way around - does your sexual activity affect your happiness? I know when I fuck 2-3 times a week I feel good about my life. It's satisfying. When I'm not seeding hole I get frustrated and irritable.

If you're hooking up with a guy - do you prefer he have hairy pubes or do you like guys to trim or shave their public hair? Personally, I like trimmed pubes on lean/thin guys (sorta accentuates how lean they are), and a 'normal' amount of hair on other guys. If the guy is crazy hairy down there, then I think he should trim it a bit to keep it under control. I should also mention trimming or shaving your pubes is a great way to get rid of crabs. That and making your dick look bigger are the two reasons why so many sex workers trim their bushes.

If you could change the size of your dick (length or width), would you? I know as a kid I always wanted a bigger dick. SERIOUSLY wished I could have surgery to make it both thicker and longer. Now I know I'm above average and my dick is fine. But would I take an extra inch and more thickness? Probably - although it would make it difficult to fuck some bottoms. But more than anything I think I wish I could be bigger when I'm soft - that I had more of a pouch in my pants. I'm more of a grower than a shower and wish it were the other way around.

This is in the FICTION section - the pig is not me - it's a fictional story (or at least not something that happened to me)...

Sounds like you're saying your fuck flu was months after infection. I didn't think it worked that way... Thought fuck flu came 2-4 weeks after infection (if at all)... A lot of people attribute getting pozzed to the risk they take with unprotected sex and forget about the risk of "safe sex". Using a condom reduces the risk 10 to 20 times, which means 10 to 20 fucks with a condom = 1 raw fuck. So if you only went raw once that year then it's more likely you got HIV when you had safe sex all the other times. Which means all those years of guilt were pointless - even if you hadn't barebacked that night you could still be poz... You don't even know the guy who fucked you at Oneida was poz. Personally I'd ask who you had sex with 2-4 weeks before you got the flu. Then again, it could have just been the regular flu.

It probably won't work anally. At least years ago I remember asking someone who was a big proponent of the microbial work whether they could do something similar for guys and the answer was that the chemistry of the ass was very different than the chemistry of the vagina. What works in one probably won't work in the other. They're also tackling a very particular problem - the fact that in straight sex the man usually determines whether a condom is used - especially among the poor in Africa. They wanted something the woman could do for herself that would reduce the chances of infection without compromising what is often a delicate relationship between the woman and the man. Gay men have far more autonomy than poor straight women in Africa. We make our own choices (most of the time). IMHO, it's fair that a solution was found for poor African women before they found one for us. They're at greater need/risk.

Please DON'T post too many details. Contact information is fine, but not an address. Sex parties in NYC are pushing the limits of legal and the health department isn't happy about them. No need to give them too much precise information. We also don't want people in the building googling their address and finding that their neighbor is throwing regular sex parties...