RawPozLust

Fukkin hot story, made my dick hard just reading!

Fifteen loads in about 12 hours at Steamworks in Berkeley when I was a total bottom another lifetime ago!

No rubbers. No exceptions. Ever.

My first time was in 1978, when I was 17 and discovered the back room at a gay bar in Dallas. It was several years before anyone even heard of "gay related immune deficiency," the first name given to what later became known as AIDS, so of course no one used rubbers. And yes, I always left that place with cum dripping out of my ass! I'm happy to say that all sex since then has been bareback except once in 1984 at a bathhouse in LA. It was the first and only time I let a guy use a rubber, and it was enough to know that I would never again use rubbers during sex as a top or a bottom.

It depends on the chemistry with each individual. Most fucks at the baths or from online sites are just easy means to fuck, spew my load and get off. There is very little connection for either of us, and it works fine. Occassionally -- perhaps rarely -- there is a mutual connection that is more than physical. It is intellectual, emotional and sometimes even spiritual -- and it's usually pretty intense. Those are the guys that make my dick hard instantly and whom I want to fuck and breed for hours. So fukkin' sweet!

No. It's one of those sex acts that sounds hot in theory but is often awkward in practice. I much prefer to fuck a bottom AFTER another top has left a load of cum in ass for lube!

I love a bottom who is as horny and as much of a sex addict as I am -- especially if we're at the baths, and he's already got poz juice in his ass as lube! He's passionate, loves kissing and talking nasty while getting fucked, and begs me to spew my poz virus into his guts...

Sorry to hear that, rawTOP. I never had that experience. As long as you're flushing the piercing by pissing regularly and washing your dick and metal thoroughly in the shower, I'm not sure what else you could do.

Sorry, had trouble figuring out how to include a photo of my PA with my last post. Hope this works!

I've had a PA for almost two years. Started with an 8 gauge and stretched to 0 gauge within a year, now at 00 gauge. I jack off several times a day, so I jacked off the day after I got it and had some bleeding -- which only seemed to make me hornier -- but no blood or problems after that first day. My only regret is that I waited so long to get it done. I take my jewelry out only to clean in the shower, never for sex, and no one has ever complained about how it feels in his ass. I think it would get in the way of a blow job, but I'm one of those rare guys who really doesn't care to get sucked. (I'm much more into getting my nipples worked, which makes my dick rock hard. In fact, just got 'em pierced again and loving it!). I love the weight of a PA and the way it feels on my dick. But I switched for my thicker jewelry from stainless steel to titanium, which costs more but is lighter in weight and feels better in my jeans.

(This story was an adventure from 2004, also from the archives of Raw Latino Muscle:) I’ve been an unrepentant barebacker all my life, even after I tested poz more than 20 years ago. I was 100 percent bottom until about eight or nine years ago, when I discovered the pleasures of breeding men – especially younger guys, whom I feel a special obligation to impregnate with my poz seed for the next generation of pigs. Even though I’m mostly top now, I’m always ready to flip and surrender my hole to other poz/AIDS brothers who will recharge and strengthen my seed. My dick gets rock hard and drips when I think about the hot time I had with a guy I met on the Web several years ago. His name was Alex, and we made a date to meet on one of my semi-regular trips back to my hometown. He said he had full-blown AIDS, and he was looking for pigs who would continue to carry and spread his strain after he croaked. I assured him I’d spread his strains to hundreds of other raw pigs. I explained to him that I have a twisted obsession with poz seed and that nothing gets me hotter than swapping tainted fluids with other poz pigs. He was flattered that I wanted to take and transmit his DNA to the next generation. I went straight to his place after checking into my hotel, and I can still remember how hot he looked when he opened the door, naked except for an open bathrobe. Alex was white, late 40s, 6-foot-2 and about 150 pounds of extremely lean muscle and veins. He had a full, thick black moustache that dominated the sunken cheeks on his gaunt face. His cock was 7 inches, thick and heavy like mine, with a huge mushroom head pierced by a PA. He pulled me to him, twisted my pig tit and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, and I sucked the taste of beer and cigarettes in his spit. I stripped immediately and couldn’t wait to get his loads inside me. I dropped and took his cock in my mouth, making love to his death tool. I’m not much into oral sex (I prefer a hot mouth on my nipples), but knowing his balls and dick carried the juice that I desperately craved drove me mad with lust, and I worshipped him like a god. I gave myself in complete submission, ready, willing and hoping to do anything he asked in return for the unholy privilege of receiving his toxic cum in my guts. Although he’d stopped taking HIV meds about a year earlier, Alex said he needed Viagra to fuck. So while we waited for his dick to get hard, I gladly fucked him and added my strains with his own death cells inside his guts. Although he was taller than me, I had at least 30 pounds of muscle on him, and I easily pinned him to the bed as I wedged my fat dick into his extremely tight hole. We made love, with lots of kissing and talking nasty about AIDS and death, and I didn’t pull out until I’d dumped three loads of my own dirty seed into his guts. Some of it spilled out when I pulled my cock out of him, so I felched it and fed it back to him in a fucking deep, hot kiss. By that time, Alex’s own death tool cock was rock hard. I jumped in his sling, and he aimed his PA directly at my own rarely fucked hole. Using only spit, he slowly but insistently pushed his whole cock into me. It burned like hell, and I knew he was tearing tissue as started pumping. After about 10 minutes we moved from the sling back to the bed so we could kiss more easily while he shared his gift with me. I noticed something red on his dick, and I reached down and fingered my hole to confirm I was bleeding. Strung out on poppers and lust, I begged Alex to ram his dick back inside me, which he did. I don’t get fucked often and it was all I could do to withstand his assault, but the knowledge that he was already dripping deadly precum into my bloodstream only made me hungry for more. We were drenched in sweat and the smell of poppers as he pumped my cunt for another 15 minutes, sharing lots of deep kisses and twisted talk about worshipping AIDS. Finally, my new lover spewed a huge load of his death seed deep into my guts. The intense connection we shared was overwhelming, like a true spiritual experience, and I remember wishing I could die right there as his spasming cock still spewing poison into me. When Alex finally pulled out, my muscle cunt clamped tight to keep his death juice deep inside. I greedily licked the remnants of cum and blood from his dick and shared the precious mixture with him in lots of deep kisses. I spent the night at his place, where we got high on beer, pot, piss and AIDS lust. He dumped three more loads in my hole and I gave him two more of my own seed to share with other pigs. I don’t know if he did: I heard from another bud that Alex died two weeks later. Fortunately, he still lives deep in my sick brain and in the toxic DNA that I continue to spread to other brothers who share my dark, twisted passion.

Another original story from the archives of the former Raw Latino Muscle: Lots of projects at home and work have kept me from my regular breeding grounds at Steamworks for several weeks. I've managed to squeeze in a few hot fuck buds here, but mostly I've just been shooting my poz loads all over my desk while reading the hot fucking posts online. Finally, a couple of days ago, I had a fucking wild time without even driving to Berkeley. Don's a truck driver fuck bud who cums to town about three or four times a year. He's in his mid-50s, about 6-foot-1 and maybe 160 pounds of lean muscle with a wasted AIDS look that makes my ass quiver. Although I'm mostly top, I always swap loads with him because he's such a hot nasty poz fucker. He's not on any meds and has a viral load in the hundreds of thousands, and I love getting his strain in my guts as often as possible to recharge my own death seed. He was in town last weekend, and when I went to his motel room Sunday he had a surprise for me: a hot young stud I recognized from my gym, naked, stoned and lying face down on the bed. He was in his mid to late 20s, with a nicely muscled body that he worked out every morning with his boyfriend at the same club I go to. Don hooked up with him through gay.com, where the guy's profile said he was neg and only played safe. "Not anymore," Don said with a nasty grin. As soon as he got to Don's room, the gym boy went straight for the pot and beer and got so stoned that he passed out. Don had already dumped three loads of toxic juice in the boy's raw pussy, and I could see it dripping out onto the sheets under him. I felched and swallowed some of that sweet cream but left plenty to lube my fat meat as I shoved it all inside his cunt in one stroke. Gymboy stirred and tried to move away, but I easily had him pinned and it wasn't long before he went limp as I worked Don's AIDS bug into his now shredded pussy. Don gave him a huge hit of Jungle Juice, and the poor fucker just moaned and held on to the mattress while I pistoned inside his hole and talked nasty about breeding him with my death seed. It was so fucking hot to be pozzing this pretty boy, knowing he'd probably pass it on to his boyfriend, and I flooded his guts with a huge wave of poz juice. I wanted to taste it out of his sweet ass, but his hole was so hot and juicy that I kept stroking until I shot a second load in his guts. I collapsed on his back, and before I knew it Don was behind me with his hard eight inch rod that he rammed up my shitter. I was worried that the motion would force too much of my own juice to seep out of gymboy's hole, but it wasn't long before I was hard and getting ready to spew another load in his guts while Don fucked me. I waited for Don to shoot, wanting to feel his hot AIDS seed flow into me as close as possible to spewing my own poison into the boy. After a few minutes, Don slammed his cock deep inside, and I could feel the head expand and pulse as he injected my bug fix deep inside my guts, and I followed with a third load for gym boy. The boy moved in an out of his stupor, which Don fed with a steady supply of pot, beer, poppers and his eight-inch cock to suck. Don and I swapped a couple of poz loads and piss with each other, then each of us gave gymboy one more before I left. Don said he planned to bring some other poz pigs over to pump the gym stud full of AIDS bug all night. I don't know what happened after that, and I wondered if the kid would recognize me this week at the gym. But I haven't seen him since Sunday….. Raw Latino Muscle

My fantasy is to be at an orgy with eight to 10 naked, sweaty men, all at least 35 or older who are long-term poz or full-blown AIDS fukkers. All of them have the look of HIV: lean arms and legs, vascular muscle, obviously sunken facial cheeks, a few even with hard Crix bellies or buffalo hump. We are meeting in play room with slings, mattresses, tubs for piss play, lots of mirrors and porn on big TV monitors. All of us are stroking our big, heavy dicks. I am here to reaffirm my twisted devotion to poz seed by formally joining the AIDS Brotherhood. The initiation begins with me sucking every man’s cock and drinking hot piss from each one. I lie in a tub, and all gather around to drench and baptize me in their toxic urine. One skinny guy even has KS lesions (a rare find with today's meds), which I lick and bathe with my tongue like a hungry dog. The air is thick and rancid with the smell of poppers, ripe pits, piss stink and cigars. One fullblown fukker is around my age but looks older from the long-term effects of smoking, drinking and AIDS. He’s skinny and has deep facial wasting, but his cock is at least eight inches, thick and capped with a fat mushroom head and a 00-gauge PA. He pulls me up out of the tub, takes a hit from his cigar and locks his lips over mind, his tongue, spit and smoke flooding into my mouth. I slurp hungrily at his mouth and go weak from the smoke and an intense desire to become impregnated with this primal animal’s dirty seed. I fall to my knees to worship his body and his disease, thrilled that he will be the first tonight to ravage my stud cunt with his lethal cock and spew poison deep inside my guts. He will be my “maker.” Since I rarely bottom, I get slammed good to prepare my mind, body and soul for ritual AIDS rape. Soon I’m in the sling, flying high and begging for cock, cum and virus like a crack whore. The fullblown fukker slams his meat into my cunt, and the other men gather around me, stroke their cocks, piss on me and down my throat while praising Sarah Palin and asking him to accept their new sacrifice. After my AIDS breeder shoots his toxic sperm in my guts, he catches his breath while pissing inside my hole too. He pulls out his meat, and the other pigs rush to my gaping hole to drink the unholy cesspool of poison cum, piss and a trace of blood gushing from my cunt. I lick the mixture off of my maker’s AIDS cock, and soon a second pig steps up to continue the ritual, and I continue sucking cocks, drinking piss and babbling praise to Sarah Palin for welcoming me to his family. After a full night of ritual breeding and orgy fucking, my maker takes me to a bathhouse for the final test of my worthiness. First, I demonstrate full submission to AIDS and Sarah Palin by shedding all pretensions of dignity and self respect. I wear a collar and walk around fully naked on a leash as he invites strangers to cum and fuck his new slave raw. Men jump at the chance to bareback my ass, and soon I am in our large room, getting fucked with the door open and more men watching. I am bred for hours and devolve into a shameless AIDS whore. At the next brotherhood gathering, I take my place as a full-fledged AIDS brother and devoted son of Sarah Palin. My acceptance is celebrated with an orgy, where one of the brothers has brought a twink off the street. As the newest member of the family, I am given the honor of taking his flesh first. He waits in the sling I recently occupied like helpless prey…. When I was home from college for weekends or holidays in the early 1980s, I used to meet a fuck bud at the local adult theater. Since I was staying with my family, we’d go back to his tiny, dingy apartment and spend the whole night flip fucking each other. We were insatiably horny fuckers (I was 19, he was early 20s), so we took turns all night topping and breeding each other’s ass. Every load I spewed into his guts contained mutated virus strains from all the pigs who fucked me at the baths in my college town, and I know he was taking – and pumping into my ass – lots of cross-strains from all the guys who were topping him at that baths in my hometown. It was the early days of the epidemic, when some guys were using rubbers but most back in that part of the country fucked raw, convinced they would never get AIDS. That was almost 30 years and more than 1,500 miles ago, so I have no idea if that early fuck bud is even still alive. But I do know that his toxic DNA still lives in me, along with traces of virus from the earliest days of the epidemic. They are enhanced with additional mutated strains from the hundreds of pigs I’ve swapped virus with during the past three decades.

Another one from my archives that I wrote under an earlier name, Raw Latino Muscle: I got to Steamworks at 5 p.m. and started breeding holes almost immediately. Lost track of how many but I know it was at least seven or eight loads, including more than one in a few guys who have become almost regular fuck buds there. They were all hot fucks, but the last one of the night (ain't it almost always the last one of the night?) set a new standard for me. It never would have happened as recently as a month ago. But since joining these groups, I've become addicted to bug. I'm a man on a mission. It was almost 3 a.m., and I was dead tired but determined to spew my poison strains in one more hole before calling it a night. After several passes through the corridors and the maze area, I finally found my target. He was on hands and knees in a room, his butt in the air, lube on the mattress and no condoms in sight. I zoomed in, shut the door and immediately started fingering his hole. It was dry, indicating I would be his first load of the night. I love shoving my fat dick into a butt full of jizz - it's the best lube - but knowing I would be first also meant I'd stretch and tear his hole so that my poz bug would go right into his bloodstream. Awesome! Before I could get on his ass, though, he moved his hot wet mouth to my huge pig nipples and began sucking and chewing like a mad man. FUCKING AWESOME! Most guys seem to go right for the dick, but my nips are even more sensitive than my cock, and getting them worked gets me rock hard. After a bit I pulled his head up and shoved my tongue into his mouth, and we kissed like there was no tomorrow. The chemistry was intense, and I knew this was going to be a really great fuck. He was a white kid, mid to late 20s, about 5-foot-7, maybe 150 pounds, slim and lightly muscled - not a twink, but a good boy who was gonna get a huge load of daddy's poz juice. I'm 41, Latino, 5-foot-10 and almost 190 pounds of solid muscle, and my thick and heavy meat was already dripping as I thought about how I would take his boy pussy: Start on his back, then turn him over and fuck him like a dog before I pinned him down with my muscles and shot a thick, juicy load of poison cum in his cunt. "Oh fuck me, daddy! Fuck your bitch! I need your fucking dick SOOO bad!" That was all I needed to hear. His legs were up in the air in no time, and my dick was lubed and aiming at his puckered hole … when it happened: The goddamned fucker whipped out a condom. It caught me totally off guard and made me fucking madder than hell. Fucking tease! I couldn't believe this was happening. If it had been earlier in the night, I would have jumped off him in a heartbeat and stormed out with a monster hard-on in search of the first hole I could find. But it was late, and I didn't want to do that this time - so I took a chance. I took the rubber from his hand, threw it on the floor and immediately shoved my lubed dick into his tight hole. It took all of my body weight to pin him down as the surprise and pain gripped his body. He tried to push me off, but I was clearly too strong for him. "Sorry, fucker. I don't do rubbers." I was pissed as hell, and I held him tight as his hole stretched and twitched around my invading pole. "Bareback only." He didn't say anything coherent, but he grunted and tried to push me off with his legs. "C'mon, bitch, you know you want it! You were begging me to fuck your cunt! You fucking need this, boycunt!" But he clearly was having second thoughts about the whole scene, so I decided to change my approach. "Come on, baby, take daddy's dick. You can do it, boy…" I eased up a bit on his body and tried a more seductive approach. "You got a real sweet boy pussy, and daddy wants to make you feel good." A little nasty encouragement was all he needed. He gave in immediately, shifting his hips so that his hole was right in line with my dick inside him, and started babbling like a baby. "OH GOD, daddy, I need your cock inside me so bad! Please fuck me, daddy! Please fuck me! Please fuck me!" He worked my nipples and kept talking like a whore in heat, and that was all I needed. My dick was rock hard, partly from his response and partly because I knew I was truly going to breed him. The guy must be neg - or at least must think he's neg - if he wanted me to use a rubber. I looked over by the edge of the pillow and saw he had a whole stash of 'em there. That only made me fuck him harder, determined to show him what happens to a fucking tease. "I'm gonna breed your pussy, boy. You know that? You're gonna get daddy's hot seed deep in your cunt. That's what you really want, you fucking bitch, isn't it? You want a hot daddy to fuck you and use you and breed you like a whore, don't you?" "OH GOD, DADDY, YES!!! That's what I want! That's what I need! Please fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me! … But please pull out before you cum, daddy, please!" The fucking bastard! He was too fucking stupid to be real! Did he really think I would not breed his hole at this point? As long as I live, I will never understand the "logic" of these neg guys who think they can take raw dick and stay neg. What stupidity. What arrogance. "Sorry, fucker. I don't do rubbers, and I don't pull out. You're getting daddy's dick and his load, just like you want it…. Get ready, boy, because Daddy's gonna breed ya!" He just kept moaning and pushing back to meet my thrusts, and that was all the sign I needed. "HERE IT CUMS, BOY! HERE CUMS DADDY'S HOT SEED! GODDAMN YEAH, FUCKER, I'M SPRAYING MY STUD JUICE DEEP IN YOUR GUTS RIGHT NOW!" Walking around for almost an hour before I met this kid, I had worked up a huge load of hot cum. I coated the whole inside of his pussy with poz seed, so much that I could feel it squirting over and over as my balls pumped over and over again. I shoved my tongue deep inside his mouth and rammed my hips into his small body for all I was worth, determined to plant my poison bug so deep in his guts that he'd taste it in the back of his throat. I kept kissing him deep and telling him what a good boy he was as I thrust inside him for another minute or two, determined to work the poison into his pussy walls good so that none would spill out and it would all go straight into his blood stream. "Oh daddy… Oh daddy…. Oh, daddy…." He just kept muttering, too weak, shocked or both to do anything but lie there and feel my poz juice seep into his system. I don't remember the last time I had such a fucking intense orgasm. Almost as soon as it subsided, I was ready to go. I wondered for a moment if he came too, but then I decided that I didn't really care. It was all about me giving him what he fucking needed. It's what I fucking needed, too. I've shot more than a half dozen loads just recalling the whole scene and putting it down in writing. If any of you pigs want some of my poz juice, I'm at Steamworks in Berkeley every other Saturday night. Hope to breed ya soon.... Raw Latino Muscle

LOL! This is one of the stories I originally wrote and posted on BNSkin and at the old bugshare site, where someone copied it and made a few wording changes in an attempt to pass it of as something new. I'm not complaining, of course -- I'm glad someone thought enough of it to make the effort. Enjoy!

(NOTE: I don't know if anyone has collected any of the original stories that I posted several years ago on the late, great BNSkin -- although I've seen plagiarized versions around!. So I dug one from my own archive to share here. I'll post more if I can find 'em.) I hit a lull after dumping my poz juice in three guys, so I decided to check out the maze area. Maybe I'd luck out and find a cum whore taking loads from a group in the back. If nothing else, I could make out, get my nipples and dick sucked and work up a huge load to breed my next pig. That's where I saw him: 6'4" and 200 pounds of lean, well-chiseled muscle. His body was an instant turn-on, but it was the salt-and-pepper hair on his head and fur on his chest that caught my eye. He looked early to mid 50s, a rugged mix of age and muscle that sets the standard for younger guys. I wasn't looking for a fuck, but some hot body contact, kissing and chemistry that comes from intense man-to-man action between two experienced studs. I followed him into a dark corner, walked up and locked my mouth onto his nipple. As I sucked and chewed like a hungry baby, he let out a moan and pulled me into his furry pecs. He pulled my mouth up to his and shoved his hot tongue into the back of my throat. What a fucking HOT kisser! We dropped our towels and went at each other like dogs in heat. I shoved my tongue into his armpit and slurped his ripe smell and sweat. He went down on my fat dick while I reached over and fingered his tight muscle hole. We drew a crowd of spectators as we pawed each other for almost 10 minutes, kissing, licking, pounding, biting and working each other like animals. Finally, I asked him to come to my room. I never bring guys to my room, because it's where I go to chill between fucks. But I was totally into this guy, and I didn't want any distractions. We were hungry for each other, and I began to think I just might fuck this muscle daddy after all. As soon as I closed the door behind us, the tables turned. This fucker was ALL OVER ME, pushing me back on the bed and jumping on top like a fucking gorilla. He only had about 10 pounds on me, but he used his 6-inch height advantage to pin me down. Not that I resisted - this fucker was on fire, and the passion was overwhelming. He bit deep into my neck, shoulder and pecs, leaving huge marks all over my torso. I did the same to him, alternately slamming my fist into his pecs and clawing at his back as he gripped me like a sumo wrestler. The room was hot and the sweat was pouring off us as we kissed, slurped, grunted, sucked, bit and pounded every inch of each other. Finally, he slammed his pecs against mine, wrapped his arms around me like a boa constrictor and gagged me with his hot tongue. I thought I was going to shoot my wad without even touching my dick! The haze of lust was so thick that I didn't even realize what was happening as his massive thighs forced my legs apart. Reality hit when I felt his hard 8 inches probing my hole. This stud wanted to fuck me! This sure as hell wasn't how it was supposed to go. But he had me trapped physically and mentally, and I was primed to give this hot fucker anything he wanted. He threw my legs over his shoulders, lubed his 8-inch rod with spit and pressed it against my rarely fucked hole. I took a huge hit of Jungle Juice, tried to relax and struggled to prepare myself for the searing pain I knew was coming. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! It was EXCRUCIATING! His dick wasn't as fat as mine, but my tight muscle hole hadn't been violated in more than six months, and the pain was fucking unbelievable. He forced his way in like I do, using his strength and body weight to thrust deep inside in one stroke. I tried to relax with deep breaths and lots of poppers, but I could feel every tear as his cock ripped my guts. He raised his hips and pressed my legs into my chest (another favorite starting position of mine), allowing his hard tool to drill straight down into my bowels. I was totally off balance in this position and dizzy from poppers, and I couldn't have pushed him off me even if I wanted. He was crazed with lust, and he fucked with such a frenzy that that even if I had said no, he would have just raped me. I know, because he fucked like I fuck. Only this time, I was the "victim." "You want to own my ass, stud? Then you gotta claim it. FUCK ME, MAN! SHOOT YOUR LOAD IN THAT MUSCLE ASS! I WANNA FEEL YOUR HOT JIZZ SPEWING ALL OVER MY GUTS!" "YEAH STUD, I'M GONNA BREED YOU GOOD! GOT A HUGE LOAD FOR YOUR STUD CUNT!" "IS IT POZCUM, BUDDY? IF YOU'RE GONNA RAPE MY ASS, YOU BETTER BE SHOOTING SOME HOT BUG INSIDE THERE!" "FUCK YEAH, STUD! IT'S 100 PERCENT DIRTY FUCKING POZ SHIT! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, FUCKER? YOU WANT MY SICK STRAIN? HUH? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?" He started pounding harder, and I clawed his back, pulling him inside to make sure I got every trace of poison in his balls. "FUCK YEAH, STUD! YOU KNOW THAT'S WHAT I WANT! DO IT, FUCKER! GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING POISON, PIG! BREED ME!" In a blur this muscle daddy flipped me over on my stomach and slammed hard against my back. He pinned my wrists over my head, and I could feel his dick growing inside as his pace and breathing increased. I glanced in the mirror and saw this fucking animal raping me, our muscles straining as he assaulted my hungry hole and I struggled to meet every thrust. He began biting my neck and back, and I growled like a hungry animal while I cursed and pleaded with him to RAPE AND BREED ME, FUCKER! "GODDAMN FUCKER, HERE IT CUMS! FUCK YEAH, YEAH! TAKE THAT FUCKING NASTY BUG, FUCKER! YEAH, I'M BREEDING YOUR STUD CUNT RIGHT NOW, FUCKER! ARRRRRGH!" I felt his cock explode inside me with torrents of hot cum, his poison coating my shredded guts and flowing into my body tissue and my bloodstream. He let go of my wrists and locked his arms around my chest, biting my shoulder and gripping me like a spider clings to his prey as the venom seeps inside. I went limp, and he turned me on my side so I could watch in the mirror as he continued thrusting his dick to work his bug deep inside my guts. He twisted my head in his huge arms and pulled my mouth to his face, fucking my mouth with his tongue and spit while he fucked my ass with his dick and poison. After a few minutes he stopped, and we both drifted off to sleep with me locked in his arms and his juices fermenting in my ass. I hoped I never would wake up….

Absolutely! He's such a hot looking AIDS whore, would love to spew my virus into his cunt and take the bug that keeps his body looking so good.

This guy has made my dick hard and drippin' since the first time I saw him. His waisted body is fukkin HOT, and I would fukkin LOVE to swap strains with him.

For me, having HIV has been neither a blessing nor a curse. It just IS, and living with it has largely been more about my values and my outlook on life than about my health. Yeah, sure, it does have an impact on my health. But being vigilant about my physical, emotional and financial well-being have enabled me not only to survive, but thrive. I'm fortunate today to live with better health, fitness and self-awareness than many people without HIV -- or cancer, diabetes, COPD or any other chronic illness. And yes, definitely, I have an insatiable fetish that proudly celebrates poz sex and AIDS -- something that many people find taboo. But I have never cared at all what other people think about my sexual orientation nor about what I enjoy sharing with another informed and consenting adult. I realize each person is unique, and I'm not passing judgment on how others live with HIV. I'm simply stating my own experience in response to the thread topic.