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I took a molly last night which always makes me super horny. Managed to keep my ass in my pants until around 4 AM, then started looking for tops. Taking loads all day while working... first was a Latin top with a huge dick. Second was a Middle Eastern guy. Third was a big black dick... first time in a long long time I felt a cock swell up like that and jerk and spasm while shooting a ton of jizz up my gut. Fourth one was a tight athlete on his lunch break who fucked me so hard I almost came without touching myself and then planted four days worth of seed in me. Next top is here in 20 min. Will share details later

Anyone who wants to help arrange it or participate please post here or send a message. I've wanted to do it for a while and it's time.

Super hot!

I found him on BBRT. He was 22. I was 24. He was Latin, uncut, said he was poz. My status said, "Ask Me." I had been barebacking for a while: in the sauna at the gym, in the bathroom at Splash, in the back room at underwear parties around town. That Wednesday, I was horny after working out at the gym, and I pulled out my phone in the locker room before going to the steam room. Scruff is a great app. He had a hairy chest and a great uncut dick. I unlocked. Put my phone away, tried to get blown in the steam room but failed. Showered. He had messaged back, unlocked, and given me the address. "I'm poz, not on meds. I don't pull out. If you want it, come." I put on my sweaty gym clothes instead of my work clothes and walked to the address. I rang the buzzer, but didn't expect an answer. But he buzzed. The door pushed open. Was I really doing this? I felt my ass throbbing, and my cock started to get hard in my pants as I walked up the four flights of stairs. By the time I got to his apartment, it was swinging between my legs--perfect for when I was going to be the poz top breeding some new neg bottom. But for now it was me. I was going to get pozzed. I felt the precum oozing out just thinking of it. I started to knock on the door but it was already open. I pushed it open, walked in, and locked it behind me. As I passed the kitchen, a glass was on the counter. "It's G. Drink it," he ordered. I drank it. "Go bend over and show me your ass while the G hits you." I complied. I got on my knees on the carpet in broad daylight, and after a few minutes I felt my head swimming and my desire for cum was boiling up even more insistently. Then he pulled down my workout pants and started licking my hole. I moaned uncontrollably. "How does that feel, bitch?" "Great" I said honestly. He started eating me out masterfully, licking, biting, driving his tongue into my freshly-showered ass. Then I felt it. His rock-hard dick, slick with precum, no condom, full foreskin. He just pushed in. It didn't take long. He shoved in for a few strokes. "Damn, you're hot, bitch" he said. He fucked me for less than a minute. Then I heard him grunt, he stiffened, and I felt his dick get slick as he pistoned in and out. He held it inside me for a minute, then he softened and fell out. "Go on PrEP if you want. If you don't, you're poz now, whore. Get out of my house, chaser." He walked away, closed his bathroom door, and left me alone. I fingered the cum that leaked out of my ass, then went home to decide if I wanted to do PrEP or not. I decided not to. He blocked me. I never saw him again, but my next test result was poz. I jerk off to this memory a lot.

I was the original author of the Halloween bareback story that ends with the college guy driven to the party in the countryside getting fucked by guys dressed as demons, which turned out to be a conversion party. I've seen it here a few times, but the rewrites are shit and state the conversion part way too frankly and unartfully--there was an art to the boner-inducing coyness I used in the original, because it could be appreciated by guys who don't think that the (frankly, weird, let's be honest -- we're trying to relive our infection and make it hot by finding a story that makes it not anonymous... though an anonymous conversion is hot for some people) conversion fetish is hot. (That was a run-on sentence. I'm drunk. Deal with it, I'll write you a new story, ha.) Does anyone have the original? I prefer it, and would like to jerk off to my original work. Total props to anyone who can find the original, or one closer to it than I've been able to find lately. Thanks!

Fucking hot story, one of the best I've read on here!

It was one of those nights when you just have to get online and get your dick in a hole. You know the ones I'm talking about. The cum is boiling in your nuts, waiting for release after a few days. I had a four-day load to deliver. I found my target on A4A. At 22, he was just a year younger than me. I unlocked. He unlocked. Cute little blond guy, nice muscley ass, trimmed pubes, blue eyes. Perfect. I didn't point out to him that my profile said "Anything Goes." He didn't ask about HIV. He just wanted fucked, and I had the 7.5 uncut inches he wanted. I had found out a few weeks ago after a year of fucking around bareback as a bottom. Viral load was high as shit. I knew I wanted to infect the little guy, but would let him decide. I got to his place and in no time we were naked on the futon in his living room. He slobbered all over my dick, I ate his ass. He was moaning and I knew it was my chance. With his hole nice and wet and my cock dripping precum like a motherfucker, I pressed the head of my dick against his hole. "You clean?" he asked. "Just showered before I came" I said, laughing to get him at ease. I just pushed with my cock, and he willingly offered his hole. "Just don't cum in me" he said. I didn't say anything, and just pressed on in. His tight little neg hole wrapped around my dick like a warm glove, and I started to go to town. I rammed in hard, making sure it was rough so he'd tear a little and his blood would accept the precum. He cried out in pain, but I wasn't in the mood for mercy and he didn't want it anyway. He wanted my "clean" dick up his ass, raw. Stupid, reckless bitch never even mentioned condoms. I started pistoning his little neg fuckhole with my thick, uncut dick. He moaned and met each thrust by pushing back with his hungry hole. He'd make a good little poz bitch. "You like my big raw dick up your ass, slut?" "Fuck yeah" he panted. "Just don't cum in me." I didn't say a word. I just kept fucking the poor little guy as hard as I could. I was sweating all over, and my precum was lubing his hot little hole real good. It made me even harder to know that the precum I was oozing into him with each thrust was already feeding millions of virus cells into his gut. I flipped him over onto his stomach and started driving deep against his prostate. He kept groaning and saying "fuck yeah!" Finally I knew I was ready to infect my first bottom, just like I had been infected. Each time my balls slapped against his ass, the tingle grew stronger. I knew I couldn't hold back long. He sensed I was close and said, "Don't cum in me." I responded by slamming in as hard as I could a few times. "FUCK!" he shouted. "FUCK ME! YEAH!" I went back to rough fucking the shit out of him, and after a minute or so it was time. I started panting, "oh yeah, oh yeah." "Don't cum in me" he repeated. "Shut up" -- I just said it, and I knew he wanted my "neg" load. "Here it cums" I said. I felt it boil up inside my balls, my gut, and out through my dick. "FUCK YEAH!" I let it go, and started shooting four days worth of cum up his hole. I felt my cock swell as it started to pump billions of virus cells into him. Squirt after squirt went into him, spraying cum against the inside of his damaged, bleeding ass. I couldn't stop cumming, thinking of how I was infecting him right then and there. Finally I fell on top of him, my cock still hard and oozing the rest of my toxic cream into him. I just laid there on him, giving him time to absorb his gift. Eventually I went soft and fell out of his ass, but I made sure to use my fingers to shove any cum that came out back into him. I wanted to make sure that the virus got into his blood like it was supposed to. We fucked four more times that night, each time with him begging for the cum he had asked me not to fill him with. Finally I got in my car to go home. I felt a second of regret, but right away I knew that was stupid. The reckless little bitch got what he deserved. He could have asked for a condom. Instead he got huge amounts of HIV-laced semen shot into him. He pozzed himself and I just happened to be the lucky guy who got to feed it to him. I went home, got on A4A, changed to "safe only," and waited for more reckless stupid bitches to not ask for a condom and let my cum knock them up.

This morning before work a hot poz muscle guy from a4a came over and pounded the hell out of me. Two loads up the ass. Kept them in all day at work. Both loads are still up there, and I'm getting hard again. I'm online looking for someone who wants to add a third load right now.

I found him on BBRT a couple weeks ago. 23, lean and ripped and newly diagnosed poz. A few messages and I was in the car on my way over. I pulled up in front of the building and could feel my blood pounding in my temples. I got out of the car and could hear crickets. Neighbors were watching tv and getting their kids ready for bed. I climbed to the second floor of his apt building and rang the doorbell. I was so tempted to run away. But my cock was stiffening in my pants at the thought of taking his poz load deep up my neg ass. I'm 25 and in good shape, and have been taking it raw now and then for over a year. Nothing like knowing a top is flooding me with his seed. For longer than that I've been jerking off to the idea of getting knocked up by a hot poz-fucker. No idea why it turns me on but it gets me going like nothing else. So the other night was the end of a long journey to pozzed bottom, and this newly diagnosed boy was happy to help. He opened the door and smiled. Wearing only basketball shorts I could already see his semi hard cock hanging down his thigh. We made out on the couch as soon as I got in the door and then we paused. I asked him about his viral load. "Over a million" was his reply. My cock stiffened and my mouth was immediately on his 7 inch beauty. He moaned and stroked the back of my head, then made me stop. "Don't make me cum in your mouth." "That would be a waste" I joked. We stripped down and went to the bedroom. He started rimming my hole and fingering me pretty rough, doing a good job at getting the hole prepped for his dick. Then he did it. I looked deep into his brown eyes and felt the head of his dick, his poz dick, press against my hole. He hadn't used a lot of lube, but he was precumming like crazy. I closed my eyes and took in what was happening. This hot guy just a couple years younger than me was willingly infecting me at my request and we were both loving it. I felt his cock slide all the way in and thought about the virus-charged precum coating the inside of my ass and being absorbed into my blood. I already knew that particles of the virus were finding their way into me. My cock was like granite and bounced up and down as he picked up his pace and fucked me harder and deeper. He plowed me for a good ten minutes, roughing up my hole with his dick. The only sounds were his breathing, my heart pounding in my ears, and the bed sqeaking under his assault. My hole got slicker and slicker from his toxic precum. He mostly kept his eyes locked on mine and I kept mine locked on his, enjoying the fuck and imagining the massive amount of HIV coursing through his blood, into his precum, and into me. Finally, he got a wicked grin and said, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." "Fuck yeah, infect me" I urged him. I couldn't believe the words left my mouth or the smile that overtook me when I said it. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, and grunted quietly as his cock started to inject his massive viral deposit deep into my guts. He shot what must have been a multi-day load up in there, and I came instantly knowing that billions of particles of HIV were exploding into my body through his dick. He fucked it in deeper, then just lay there with his semi hard cock plugging my hole. When he went a little softer and we just laid there panting, I felt some cum trickle back out, and I wiped it up with my finger and looked at it, mesmerized. "Wow that was fucking hot" was all I could say. "Fuck yeah" he panted. "Do it again." His wicked grin came back and he fucked me again, shooting another viral deposit deep inside me. By the time the night was done, he had put his HIV-laced cum into my ass three times. When I left, he told me to keep in touch. And I will. Tonight, I have swollen lymph nodes and a low-grade fever. I had massive flu-like symptoms for a couple days earlier in the week. In my bones, I know his attempt took and massive stores of the virus are pumping through my veins and in my dick. So we're chatting on BBRT right now. And he's getting a 24-yo neg bottom over there for us to share. I won't be lying when I tell him my last HIV test was just a couple weeks ago, and I'll be the one taking my new friend's cum one more time. Just in case we need to try again.

Thanks straycowboy

I don't know if anyone else ever found this, but maxxxcock.blogspot.com had a great thread called "Gay Rape Scenes from Mainstream Movies and TV," which featured some really hot stuff. Almost none of it showed anything X rated, but it was some hot shit. Almost all scenes implied raw/bareback sex, and it was some of the greatest jerk-off material I ever found. Obviously some was pretty disturbing bc of what your imagination could fill in. But for most of it, imagining being that bottom, held down, tied up, mocked, forced... FUCK!!! Apparently, blogspot.com has deleted this blog, which is fucking tragic. If anyone has any leads on where this stuff reappears, or if you have an email for maxxxcock to help get his site up and running on a less prudish platform, please get in touch via private message or reply here. Those of you who never experienced it, my condolences. It was really special for any of us who fantasize about getting forced to take some hot bare dick and loads up the ass!

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=2lO8A-G225-

I always thought I was saving myself for the right guy. He would be fit, beautiful, successful, worthy of being my husband. Yeah, I jerked off to Treasure Island, Dark Alley, Sweet 'n' Raw, you name it. I even posted an ad on BBRT with no pics, just so I could fantasize about raw loads. I'd flirt, I'd lead them on. Then I'd flake. "Sure, I can email pix." Then I'd shoot my load and disappear. I had a nearly-perfect body, and I'd always meet boys when I went out and they would always fuck me or take my cock. Because I wanted to be neg for my future husband, I kept a supply of latex condoms in my nightstand and in my front right pocket. I held back, knowing my skin-on-skin lust could someday be fulfilled with one perfect man. I met him, at a bar in midtown, New York. He was everything I thought I wanted: beautiful, ripped body, and god-so-fucking charming. We were both in our late 20's. The first night we met, we fucked like wild animals - except for that layer of latex. We started dating, fucking, and I fell in love. He said he did too, but we always kept that barrier. He swore he'd never fuck without it, even when we someday got hitched. It was just too important to be safe. Over time, we got comfortable. I put on just a few pounds. Not much, but enough that a thin layer of padding covered my abs. That's when he changed. He stopped being as charming, as attentive. Finally he broke it off. "I just can't be with you like this. Let's be friends." I thought my life was over. He meant the world to me, but I tried to be friends. We took our break, then started hanging out again. I put on a few more pounds, and it was no longer just a thin layer over my abs. I watched as he made out with other men, right in front of me. I'd kiss others too, just to prove I could. Then I started working out again, and stopped talking to him. I got my abs back, my pecs back, my perfect muscled ass back. And on one drunken night, I saw him again at Barracuda. I watched him scoop-up a handful of latex condoms and leave with some hottie. I went home, logged onto BBRT, and put up pics of my new, hot body and face. I tried not to want him. I still did, but I couldn't have him, but I could try the other thing I wanted. I was so afraid of the bug, but had jerked off so many times to gift giving fiction. When my pics were approved, I did my first search. I wanted someone so unlike him, but still hot. I looked for someone in Harlem, someone Latin, someone black. Someone without all the yuppy hang-ups. I got to status. I clicked that I wanted someone who said, "Ask Me." My cock was throbbing as I started going through profiles, replying, waiting for a response. Finally I got one. His cock was huge and uncut. His body was a perfectly-sculpted ebony fuck-machine. His status said "ask me." I didn't ask that, but I asked his address, and when he told me I got right in a cab and got right up to Harlem. When I got there, he was wearing nothing but basketball shorts, his half-hard dick poking down the leg. We didn't waste any time with bullshit. We made out like crazy, devouring each other's face like men who hadn't been fed in years. I sucked him just long enough to get his 9" uncut dick good and wet, then I pushed him on his back and finally gave in. I pressed my ass down onto it, clamping it and feeling the precum leak around my hole. I felt the foreskin bunch at the entrance to my ass and then slowly push back as I fucked myself onto him. In no time, I was all the way down the shaft and started working my ass up and down, up and down on him. He was helpless as I started pulsing my ass muscles, finally feeling raw skin inside me. I used his body and his cock as my objects, mercilessly ramming myself up and down on his dripping rod. I knew I couldn't touch myself, that I would cum instantly and I wanted his load before I could let mine out and start thinking about my behavior. I had waited so long to finally get barebacked, and I felt so right there impaled on his cock. He tried to take control, but I was out of control. I just rode him like there were no tomorrows, and finally he gave over to the assault of my ass. He simply lay there moaning saying "Fuck yeah," repeating that over. Finally his "fuck yeah" refrain took on a new more urgent tone and I knew he was about to cum. I reached back and felt his balls, stroking his bulging prostate between his balls and his ass. He closed his eyes and started grunting and I felt that prostate start to pulse. I knew he was cumming in me. Nothing had ever felt so right. I shot a massive wad of cum all over his abs, then left him panting on the bed and left with his probably-poz load in my ass. I jerked off for days to that as I waffled between going for PEP or not. I didn't, of course. I logged on more often after that. Next came the Latin kid who was 22, whose tongue went halfway down my throat as he flooded my guts with seed. His profile said "ask me." Next was another black guy, this one in his 30s, whose profile said "ask me" and who told me "take my cum, slut" as he loaded me up over and over. Next was a muscled bartender from G Lounge with a biohazard tatt who threw me around like a rag doll and didn't ask any questions when I ripped off the condom and milked his cock with my ass. After that came a hot blond twink from BBRT whose profile said "poz" and creamed me four times in one night. I was actively chasing and loving it. Every new dangerous encounter thrilled me. Ten, twenty, thirty loads went up my ass. That first black guy hit me up again, and I went back for more. I brought some coke, we did a couple lines, and in no time I was slamming up and down. Then I finally let him have control. But I finally asked him, as he was ramming the fucking hell out of me. "You poz?" "Yeah, you?" "Not sure. You on meds?" "Hell no." "Fuck yeah. What's your viral load?" "Hundred thousand last I know." He just kept fucking with this wicked grin. "Mmm, I'm about to cum. You want the bug?" I didn't even want to hesitate. "Fuck yeah!" He rammed me harder than ever and buried his tongue in my mouth as he exploded with a series of grunts and moans, shooting spurt after spurt of charged cum deep into my guts. I was probably already poz, but I shot a massive wad all over myself at the thought of his bug juice going up my hole. I came down with a flu a week later and knew what it meant. One of those 31 loads had taken. With my abs back and my body back, I was looking pretty hot and ran into my ex a bit later. Condom boy was drunk and wanted to fuck. I was still mad, still hurt, and I knew I was poz though I hadn't tested, but when he asked, I knew what I wanted to do. On the way home I stopped at a drug store, purchased some lambskins, and slid one on when we went to bed. We flip-fucked for an hour, using those porous condoms. The poor guy didn't know what hit him as I shot a massive four-day load inside a condom that was good enough to stop babies, but not the swimmers I had in store for him. I knew I was acute, probably with a viral load in the millions. And several million little particles of virus seeped through those tiny pores in that lambskin and planted themselves in the fucker's tight little ass. When he left, he said, "that was a mistake. We shouldn't do this again." I just laughed and said "We probably don't need to." I kissed him on the cheek and sent him on his way. When he messaged me that we needed to talk a couple months later, I just ignored it. After all, I was in the middle of getting fucked by another big poz cock, and it was just about to spill some more microbes up into my willing, hungry guts. I still don't have a poz test result, but fuck am I having fun getting the loads I can while I hold off on going to find out.

Just got my invitation to the next party. Its this Sunday. Hit me up at shootinsideme@gmail.com if you want the info. I get $5 off cover if I refer hot guys haha.