Hotload84

I stopped into a skeazy ABS last night looking to drop a load. As I entered the booth area, I noticed a real hot pig who looked tweaked and had the hot signs of an AIDS wasting pig. We went into adjoining booths and he hauled out his huge cut cock and shoved through the gloryhole. I immediately started snorting my poppers, a special mixture of jungle juice and Amsterdam and started flying. After sucking his rank cock and shoving it as far down my throat as I could take it he asked to see my ass. I rarely get fucked but the poppers and his huge cock got me soo turned on. I took a huge hit of poppers and slowly shoved my cunt back on his diseased shaft. I stifled my discomfort with a constant supply of poppers. Another guy entered the opposite booth and shoved a large uncut cock that smelled like it hadn't been washed for days through the hole. I started licking the cheese from under his cock head and then bobbed down on the thick, stinky shaft. The AIDS pig fucking me started pounding me real hard and shot a huge toxic load in my cunt. He withdrew quickly and was out of his booth. I turned around and shoved my now slick cunt back on the nasty cock I had been sucking. The curve in his cock was killer and it felt like he was tearing me apart. I kept on snorting the poppers and taking his uncut cock like a pig should and he eventually unloaded in my ass. I sat down in the booth immediately started jacking my own diseased cock and shot a load all over my chest. I was running late and rushed out of the store still on a poppers daze. When I got home I went to the bathroom and noticed a hot mixture of blood and cum pooling in the ass of my Hugo Boss briefs. I scooped up the mixture and started jacking off again while thinking of the two AIDS dicks that had fucked my tight top hole.

On March 30th, 2007, a Friday night, it finally happened. A guy started emailing me. He’s fucking hot. Built, latino, HOT 8 inch uncut thick tool. Man I was in heat over his pictures. I’d been jacking (but not blowing) my tool all day since about 12:00 noon, reading and re-reading the stories on bugshare.net.

After reading the guy's profile, it turned out he’s poz. I'm negative. He never mentioned it in our email chats back and forth. Until the last one. FUCK!  I didn’t want him to say anything. He typed “Are you okay that I’m POZ?”

I responded “I’m fine. No worries. Do you want me to bring rubbers, or are you okay without wearing one?”

He wrote back, “I don’t have any condoms. Pick some up if you want. And bring lube.”

I enthusiastically returned his email stating “I’m okay with you not wearing any. I’m not going to pick any up along the way. I’ll bring lube.”

His response was brief: “Okay. See you in a few minutes.”

Again I jumped in and outta the shower, re-checking my already douched and prelubed asshole:  totally clean. Not an ounce of anything there at all. I was ready to go. I walked to his place, which was about 10 blocks away, a 20 minute walk, tops. All the way I inwardly repeated to myself “This is it. This is the night I get pozzed.”  Still I was having second thoughts. I couldn't do this!  It was madness. I wanted a house, a husband, kids, a mortgage—being poz would change all that.

My horniness overtook me. He was hot. I wanted it. I’d already promised him (though I had backed out of hookups at the last minute before).  Still, when I arrived at his apartment building I had another threshold to cross:  I was supposed to call his cell phone when I got there so he could let me inside.  Taking a deep breath, I nervously called his number.  He answered on the first ring, saying he’d be right down. He arrived from around the rear of the building, walking towards the front entrance. He was as hot as his pictures and more. I was scared and nervous as hell—but also turned on completely. We exchanged greetings and made our way inside.  Once we arrived at his small one bedroom apartment he asked "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thanks," I replied, "I'm fine."

He came towards me and we kissed. Full-on, tongues darting back and forth kissing. Making out crazily.  Momentarily I was able to forget he was poz.  Man, he was a great kisser.  We stumbled to the bed, continuously making out, touching each other, kissing. Eventually, after a few moments, I took off my shirt. His followed soon thereafter. Within ten minutes we were both down to our underwear. It was evident we were both aroused—our respectives hard-ons were straining at the seams. It was then I’d wondered if perhaps the half bottle of champagne I’d been working on that evening had gone to my head.

There I was, laying on a stranger's bed whom I only knew by his first name, making out, about to get fucked. What was I doing?  I thought back to my friend, from the Northeast. He’d willingly took several poz loads. Was I cut from the same mould? Had I already taken poz loads without knowing? If I were to willingly take a poz load—would that make it any different? No, I thought. I wanted to get fucked.

We removed our briefs. I teased everywhere on his body but his cock. I started at his lips, working my way to his neck, nibbling all the way, licking my way down to his chest and his nipples, which were hardening and sticking outward. I bit them just a little. He moaned and writhed beneath me. I licked over his pecs and into his pits. His arms were above him and I licked out each hairy pit until it was soaking wet. I worked down the sides of his rib cage, pausing to lick around his navel. He was once again writhing in pleasure and moaning. His hard-on was standing at attention bobbing up and down ever few moments. He was dripping precum.

I licked down to between his thighs—careful not to touch or lick his cock. I worked down to his balls. I licked them gently. I worked my lips back to his inner thighs, and eventually down his legs to his feet. I turned him over, gently, and licked up his legs until I reached his ass. I bit at his ass a few times, making him yelp and moan some more. Then I spread his ass cheeks and went in for the kill, rimming his asshole big time. Yeah, I know, I’m a bottom. But I get into ass rimming in a big way. His hole was tight. He really was a total top. But he sure did enjoy getting a nice juicy wet hole outta this hookup. Slowly, again, I turned him over onto his back.

This time his cock was dripping precum like a faucet. I went down on him. I started licking up and down his shaft without taking his cock into my mouth fully. Then reaching the top, I grasped his tool by the base, held it upright, and placed my lips over his cockhead. He was dripping precum madly again. It had an awesome, salty taste. Then it hit me, once more. He’s poz. I was eating poz cum.

No words were said, and my attention went back to his tool. I worked myself in a semi- 69 position, so he could eat out my asshole. He rimmed it heartedly for ten minutes while I worked on his tool. I held it at the base, straight up, and licked the foreskin which still enclosed his glans. He moaned. I flicked my tongue inside the foreskin, between it and the head of his penis. He was going crazy. Then I worked my mouth down on his tool, careful at first to keep the foreskin in place. Then, once I started moving the foreskin back and forth over his glans and onto his shaft. His precum came in buckets. My ass was totally wet.

I moved around, once more, and straddle him and looked into his eyes. “Do you want to fuck?” I whispered, giving him yet another kiss.

“Ugh” he moaned in affirmation.

I leaned back down and said, “Are you really poz?”

“Yeah.”

“You know I’m neg."

"Do you want a condom?”

I said “Aaaahhh.” He had no words to say, as I began teasing his precum drooling cock head with my ass lips. I took my first downward movement onto his tool. His cock head was now teasing my ass lips.  Then I finally did it:  I squatted down on his cock head, which breached my ass.  This was it - my first poz cock. Bareback in my negative hole. I felt his foreskin parting and folding back on his shaft as I slide down on top of him. Only a few seconds later, my mouth to his ear, I whispered, “Do you want to breed me?”

"Yes," he responded.

I took a full breath in, and completely impaled myself on his cock. His body jerked upward in ecstasy. I rode him for a few strokes—only five or six, total—before coming up and off his cock.  I reached back behind my ass, and to his cock. I felt cum dribbling down the inside of my leg, as I straddled him. He’d already cum. I reached quickly to my asshole, gaping open, having just taken his cock. Sure enough there was cum dripping out. “You came already?” I asked.

He replied, “Yeah, I couldn’t hold back."

I’d done it. I’d taken a poz load. I said, “You’re totally hard. Do you want to fuck again?”

“Fuck yeah”

I forced my ass lips open and sat down on his cock full force again. We fucked. Hard. After only a few moments he was gasping, saying “I’m gonna cum… I’m… cumming! Argh!” He gave me his second load of poz jism. I hadn’t cum yet. I was still in shock. I’d let a poz stranger fuck me bareback.  What was I doing?

Well, there was no going back now, right? We made out for awhile longer. His cock never went down. Wow. The power or Viagra, I thought. At this stage, I didn’t care why it was hard – just that it was. A few minutes later, I mounted him again. Then we switched positions and he doggy fucked me. Only a few moments later and he was chiming those familiar words “Man, I’m gonna cum again.”

I spurred on with “Fuck yeah, charge up my ass. Bareback me. C'mon. Breed me.” And he did. A few grunts later and I was pozzed with his third load.

We rested for a few, but I hadn’t cum yet. I was still horny. I mounted him once more. I rode him on top for a good while. Then he doggy fucked me again, but he finally shot his fourth load into me sideways. My fucking balls were slapping at his cock as it raped my negative hole. He unloaded his fourth poz load into me. We got up, into a doggy position, and I moved his fingers back towards my asshole. I was totally dripping out his poz cum at this stage. I had him work one finger, then two, and soon three into my hole. I stretched and grunted as he pushed four fingers inside.

When it seemed like he was ready to stop a few moments later, I reached underneath me—I was still in the doggy position—and grabbed his hand, and pushed it towards my hole. I was begging for it. I told him to fist me. He started working all five fingers into me; and it ached. I’d taken some thick butt plugs before, but this was way thicker than those. I tried three times and every time couldn’t get past the 'thick part'.  I was frustrated.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

I responded lustily saying “No. Fist me.”

He pushed his hand towards my hole, once more, all fingers lined up and stretching my cunt lips outward. I knew that if I’d pushed out while he was pressing inward that it might help. I grunted, pushed outward like I was taking the shit of a lifetime. And YES his fist slid inside of me. Oh my god I was full. He was fisting me. His poz cum inside of me and HE WAS FISTING ME! I quickly pushed it out—it was too big. But I made him push it back inside three times more. On the final time I finally blew my load. It flew, and landed, everywhere.

We made out for a few moments, then I dressed and walked home. It took about 15 minutes. I went into my bedroom, lay down on my bed, and fingered my asshole. Yep, it was swollen and stretched and still dripping poz cum. I logged online. Back to adam4adam. I noticed a guy who lived literally down the street from my place—only a few blocks. He was poz. He’d propositioned me a few months before—when I was nervous about taking poz cum. It was written in his profile, but we’d never discussed his status. He suggested I come over and take his load that day. But I got nervous, jacked off, and went to bed.

This time was different, however. I chatted him up. We exchanged emails a few times. He wanted to breed me. I told him I was nervous, because I was negative.  It was frightening how easily it rolled out of my mind and onto the screen. Such innocence. I never mentioned I’d just taken four poz loads. I showered, careful not to douche or shit out the poz cum still inside of me. I dressed (in the same clothing) and walked to his apartment. He met me at the door.

He was not at all what I’d expected. He was late 40s, rather thin, and not quite the specimen I’d expected from his online pictures or compared to the guy I’d just bottomed for a few moments ago. Regardless, I was there. No turning back now. We made out for a few moments, then clothing was shed on the floor.

We made our way to his bed. He made me choke on his cock while giving him a blow job. His cock grew to a thick eight cut inches.  Although I was choking on it, he didn’t care.  Rather he turned me around doggy style, got on the floor at the edge of the bed, and rimmed me out. Could he taste the cum still inside of me? I don’t know. After a few minutes, he spit on his tool and started rubbing it up and down along my ass crack asking “You ready boy?”

“Yeah… fuck me,” I replied.

He started pushing his cock into my hole. Having been already stretched wide it was super sore. It felt like I were taking a cock twice his thickness. He slid in the full length on the first stroke. I was being fucked by my second poz guy. I started begging him, “Stop. I can’t take it.”

“Yes you can. You can take my cock,” he replied.

“No, I can’t. You’re poz. I’m not. I don’t want to. I can’t do this.”

He kept fucking me slowly. “You like getting barebacked, doncha?"

“Yeah, but I’ve never been fucked by a poz guy before.”

“Well you're getting fucked by one now. How does it feel?” I just grunted. It was amazing. “You want it, doncha” he asked.

“I can’t. Wait. Stop. What if you poz me?”

“You’re gonna get it sooner or later. I’m gonna poz your neg ass right here and now.” He started picking up the pace.

I began to beg him to stop. But in reality I didn’t want him to stop. “No, please don’t. Please don’t cum in me. Please pull out!”

“Nope,” he said, “You’re getting the bug tonight. Gonna poz you, boy.”

I started bucking—trying to get away from him. I didn’t really want to get away, though. But he didn’t know that. “Please don’t. Don’t poz me.”

“You’ve got it cumming, boy” he said, “you’re gonna get it someday anyway.”

“Fuck—you’re right,” I cried. “Poz me. Make me poz. I don’t care. It feels good. Just fuck me. Poz me! Please?!”

With that he started totally ass-raping my boy cunt. If it was even possible, it seemed as if his cock got even bigger.  Grunting, he yelled ”Cumming in ur bitch. Pozzing ur hole,” and after about seven full blasts of cum, he stopped, gasping to catch his breath. I had cum on his bed without touching myself. He moved away and I felt empty. His cum ran from my hole. He fingered it back inside. As I was getting up he said, “You’re probably gonna get really sick in a few weeks.  That’s how you’ll know you’ve got the bug.”

I meekly replied “Okay,” dressed and left.

I got home to my place a few blocks away with his cum staining my underwear. I logged onto my email account for Adam4Adam. There was a message from him stating “So I should let you know.. I’m not just poz, but I’m full blown. I stopped taking my meds a few months back and my viral load is high again. Thought you’d like to know.”

A month or so later I went to the local clinic and got tested. It came back negative. Now I’m not sure what to do. Both of the guys, plus a few more, have offered to convert me. They know I’ve taken poz loads already but that it didn’t take. I’m torn at what to do.

I was walking through the dark corridors of the bath house. Music was rocking and throbbing. There was sounds of porn playing from the monitors. I did my rounds and checked the rooms that were open. That meant that the guy was available and looking. There was one in particular that caught my eye. he was young and blond with a chain around his neck. He had his ass up meaning he wanted to bottom. As I continued to make my rounds and circle back I noticed the door was closed. He had a client. I was too late.

I sat in the video room area and watched some Czech guys going at it. It really made me horny. After 10 minutes I got up and did my rounds again. Ah. The guy I saw earlier had his door open. I was in luck. He was laying there with his ass in the air as before.

I popped my head in and asked if he wanted company. "Sure" was his drawn-out reply. As I dropped my towel to the corner, he saw my cock and was reaching for it. He pulled me closer to his mouth and began to suck me. I was fascinated with his cute smooth ass. I naturally grabbed his ass with my two hands and was needing them like raw dough. My finger was rubbing his moist hole. This caused him to arch up his ass.

I continued working his ass and wanted to bury my face so bad into his nice two orbs and lick his hole. I scooted over onto the bed and laid under him and raised my head to start tonguing his hole. I licked and started to enter his hole when all of a sudden a steady rivulets of white glistening cum started to drip out of his hole. "Hey...you've been fuck before me, huh?" I asked him. He said simply "yes" in his drawn-out manner. "How many guys have fucked you?" I asked again. "Six." This guy was full of cum. "You like dick and cum up your ass? You want my cock in you ass, boy?" "Okay" he said. But, first I continued to rim his cum filled ass out. it was just streaming into my mouth. It never tasted so good. Perhaps because his ass was so hot it just made it taste even better digging my tongue into his hole and tasting the cum that others shot into his sweet fuck hole.

I had my fill and pried him off my cock and kept him face down and worked my rigid swollen cock into his ass. It was baking hot...a real furnace in there. And it went into him with ease. "Hey bitch whore, You like taking poz cum inside your sweet hole?" "Sure - mmm" he groaned. I slid in and out of his slick shit chute and replaced the loads of cum that I sucked out of him. He was one hot fucker.

I wouldn't be surprised if he was already pozzed and had many poz loads in him. Just as well. I did my duty and was out of there in 15 minutes.If he wasn't already pozzed..he soon would be after I was done with him. I cleaned up and walked past the poz boy's room and saw another sleaze ball walking in his room and shutting the door. That kid was out of control.

It turns out I have seen him a few other times and had the pleasure to tap into his ass. Pretty much the same game. It's all good raw fucking suck a young guy like that. He obviously loves barebacking and he's living it up!

Tales from the POZ Zone: The Cock with Wings

From what I've been told, NY isn't the town it used to be. Stories from the Mine Shaft are legendary, only to me they are story's as I've never had the privileged of pigging out there. But all is not lost, on a Wednesday night on a business trip, I stopped by a pretty hot club, one of the last open sex clubs in NY. It was a quiet night, but that's not always bad. Sometimes there are just too many guys, and the action can become limited as standing and modeling or just inhibitions increase. So I was tuning into the place, checking it out, trying out the slings, (nice!), and getting my ass ready. Did a bit of this and that and thought I had it good when a hot little guy started playing with my ass. But to no avail, he didn't want to fuck. Oh well.

Then the right guys came in. He was a chunky bear about 5'10", maybe 230ish, decked out in leather jacket and chaps and a shaved cock that showed his pubic tattoo of a pair of wings that attached to his cock! One look and damn! Tthats what I'm looking for. But he was playing it cool, he went to the patio and was sucking on a beer and sparked up a joint, where he quickly sucked both down. I hung out watching him, I didn't want to act too desperate, although I was plenty ready for some hot leather club action. As he got high, and since nothing was going on, he went back into the lounge area where a good fisting porno was showing. I discreetly followed him and sat katty korner to him on another couch, checking out his cock, and pulling on mine in my jock strap.

Oh, I'm in my leather harness I got from California, got a jock strap on, wrist bands and a collar. Everything one needs to show I'm ready to be your slut, pull on the collar and I'm yours! So he's pretty high now, and getting turned on by the video and he knows I'm checking him out and drooling now. He tugs at his cock to signal me, and I don't wait, and slide on my knees off the couch and climb between his knees and proceed to stuff that hot winged cock in my mouth. I don't want to blow it, the session I mean, so I'm determined to give him the best blow job I can, and as I work that cock into a hard one, using every trick I can, he grunts his approval through his stoned haze. So far not a word has been said, just grunts and groans. After I get him rock hard and he eases me off his cock, and stands up and yanks on my collar to follow him to the next enclave, something just a bit more discreet than the video lounge.

In the new room, he puts his hands on my shoulders in a way that just makes me go right down on my knees where he mounts my mouth with that winged cock! Woof! I get him hard again and he grunts away, this is getting hot, him a leather bear master and me the willing poz cub. I take a hit of poppers and really work on that cock with that poppered greed, looking at the wings tattoo and know that I'm working on a poz cock too. It had to be, wings to set you free. He's uninhibited and knows I'll pretty much do what he wants, so he pulls me up and gently just turns me around and bends me over. He knows I'll just go into any position, but he just moves me so assuredly where he needs me to be to get at my ass. I'm already lubed up, and he just eases that raw cock into me and starts fucking me with that winged cock of his, fucking me like a good bear master should. There's no discussion of bareback or condoms or status questions, he's the pig master and I'm the pig, all of this is just understood. "Yeah" he grunts and I'm in pig heaven taking that cock deep in me. He grabs my harness and start ramming away and the few guys that are in the club take notice as this is the real action that is supposed to be happening in a club like this. Still not a real word has been uttered. He's probably to high to talk much and I'm just getting off on a leather pigs poz cock up my poz ass kunt.

Getting in a sling is one of my favorite things, so I make the move this time, and I pull him out and then holding his fat winged cock, I get him to follow me to the sling where he knows what I want instantly, and as I climb in and popper up and he also takes a snort

and then rams that cock deep in my ass! I get lost in the poppers and the guys get close to watch two pigs go at it. He's now pulling his cock out all the way and ramming it in again and again. The sling starts rocking, and I start moaning and grunting like a pig in heat and he's starting to breath hard and get ready to get off in my ass. Fuck yeah! I don't even ask for and he doesn't say it, but he lets out a huge grunt and cums in my ass! And as I know he cumming, he's jerking on my cock, fuck that cock is all cum lubed up now and then I let it out, a deep groan as I shoot all over my self in front of the other watchers who grunt their approval. Fucking hot!

After he's done, he just steps away, and since there are no other takers, as perhaps the others are now intimidated by bear leather master slave sex, I climb out of the sling, with his help, and he steadies me, and gives me a hot kiss. Fuck yeah! What a finish! He walks away, and I head to the john to clean up. A guy comes up to me, and said your lucky bastard, that guy is hot! Did he cum in you! He's a great breeder. I check my ass and Yeah, he came as I feel the load on my ass lips and I push it out on my fingers.

So I clean up and then go back to cruising the club. After such a session, one can hope for more, but it is really a quiet night. But I hang in there hoping for more. After about a half hour as I walk by, the leather bear, just stops me by the arm, and pulls me closer to him, looking me in the eye, he plants a big sloppy kiss on my mouth and then as I let out a gasp as his lips break from mine, he simply turns me around and pushes me on my shoulder to lean me over a fuck table that in the middle of the room. Fuck yeah! Another round. He pushes his cock on my ass, but I'm dry, I fumble and say I need some lube, but he simply gets on his knees, pulls my ass wide and sticks his face in there licking and lubing my ass and then giving it a big wad of spit, he then just stands up and pushes that winged cock up my ass and starts fucking me hard, fast and good, damn! Again, nothing said, just grunts and groans. The other pig who congratulated me, come right next to us and is getting off on watching that pigs cock fuck my ass. It really doesn't take more than 10 minutes before I can tell, he's ready to unload, and this time he grabs my hips hard and drives that load in my ass, grunting as he unloads. The other guys just jerking away, he's doing all the talking, yeah cum in his ass, fuck and cum in his ass! Yeah!

He blows his load and takes a deep breath and eases me up and my head is spinning from this intese fucking and the poppers. Fuck! He wants to help me get off, so I take a hit of poppers and while he reaches around and works my nips, I jack off another big load as I can feel the cum leaking out my ass and his cock between my cheeks. Damn! The other pig watches me cum and joins my pool of cum with his! He may have only gotten off by jerking, but he seems almost as happy as if he had got the fucking. He whispered in my ear, that guy's is a great breeder, woof! you're so lucky!

Well shortly thereafter its time to go, and I still haven't heard a word out of him. As we get our clothes from the attendant, the attendant complains about phone calls from guys asking if there's anyone there or if any hot guys are in there. I just volunteer, it might be quiet, but it was plenty hot and looked at the bear master in the eye. He just chuckled a bit and we left. Still nothing was said. It was very fucking cool!

Now, I just have to say that poz sex can be really great. But as cool as it sounds, being poz isn't a cakewalk in other aspects of life. If you like scenes like this, that I can understand, but you better understand that being poz means being sick, and there are lots of things to deal with. I don't mind sharing my true stories, but it is also true that I would rather not be poz. Oh well, that's the times we live in! woof!

I was cruising online, Adam4adam, Manhunt, BBRTS, you know the sites, and got hit up by a hot looking younger guy. I mean he was fine. He said he couldn't host, so he wanted to come to my place.  Part of my brain couldn't believe this guy was for real. He was built like a fireplug, you know what I mean:  about 5"7' or so and muscles, dark skin and handsome.  I found him quite attractive so we chatted for a while and I decided I'd take the chance with him.  In addition, he said he wanted to fuck and I wasn't about to turn down the chance to get my hole drilled by a man with his build.  I was versatile but had a definite weakness for guys who were built as his photographs suggested.  Of course I was only too aware there is often a disconnect between on-line photographs and real life, and almost never to the plus, but my sense was 'nothing ventured, nothing gained', so I gave him my address.

Happily, when he showed up he looked just like the pics. There wasn’t any fat on the guy and he was fuckin' handsome to boot.  I couldn’t wait to get into his pants but he wanted to sit and have a beer. We talked and he was coming on real strong. I was getting completely turned on because he was telling me about how he wanted a guy to be completely submissive to him.  I guessed he was telling me what he wanted and I was ready to try because he had me going.

As I expected, when we finally got down to the action he become very aggressive, deliberately making me gag on his dick when I was sucking it.  Not that it wasn’t tough to gag because he was hung thick.  Not super long or anything, probably seven inches, but damn thick.  He was also very verbal through the whole thing.  When he was ready to fuck I got a condom and some lube out, and I told him to go slow.  He of course ignored me and he basically split me open, or at least it felt like it.  He was not a slow fuck either.  He went right to pounding away.  At some point he pulled out and I could see the condom had broke.  The base of the condom was still around his dick but the top of it had split and was just hanging off.  I was kinda concerned because I don’t know how long he had been fucking with it split like that.  He said that it often happened because he was so thick.  I hadn’t seen him pre-cumming much when I was sucking him but I still didn’t want to be going at it bare with him.  He tried to convince me that we could just do it bare, but I told him I didn’t do that.  I was very clear that if he wanted to keep fucking he needed to wrap it up.  He didn’t seem happy but I was not going to do it otherwise.  I told him that there were more in the closet in my dresser top drawer so he got up to go get another.

He came back with a condom and with the belt from my bathrobe.  After he got the condom back on he said he was gonna tie my hands up cause he didn’t want me touching my dick until he wanted me to.  I got all hot again thinking about it, so I let him do it.  My hands were tied up together over my head to the headboard of the bed.  I was on my back and he had thrown my legs up over his shoulders.  He got right back to work fucking me.  We had been going at it maybe twenty minutes total, and five minutes with the new condom when he stopped.  He pulled out and told me he couldn’t feel anything with a condom on and he was going to take it off.  I told him he couldn’t fuck me with out one, but he just smiled and said I couldn’t stop him now.  I mean, talk about scared.  I suddenly didn’t want to fuck anymore.  I was into being submissive and letting him have his way, but if it meant getting barebacked, sorry, not me.  I kinda laughed like it was a joke and told him to let me go.  He said no.  I started to get loud so he stuffed a pair on underwear in my mouth.  When I tried to kick him away he just got hold of my legs and bent them so they were under his control and he was back on top of me.  He was strong and I felt pretty much helpless.  I was trying to get him off me but he climbed back on me and started fucking again with no condom on.

I would be lying to tell you it didn’t feel good.  I hadn’t barebacked in a long time and it did feel good, but I was scared.  He kept talking telling me how good it felt and how he liked it.  I have to say I did calm down some because it WAS hot.  I mean, I couldn’t do anything to stop him and he was fucking me bare.  I just realized that I had no choice:  struggling wasn’t doing anything and he wasn’t listening to me mumble.  I tried to speak and tell him to pull out before he came, but he didn’t hear me or pretended he didn’t understand what I was saying. I was pissed but I was also turned on by his dominance. He was getting close I could tell because he was getting harder and pounding harder. It was then he told me that he was poz and he was going cum inside me.  He said I would be poz too.  I freaked and was trying harder than before to get him off me and get him to stop fucking.  It didn’t do any good because I had my hands tied and he was on top of me holding my legs down to my chest with his body holding me down.

I knew when he came as he grunted loudly the whole time he shot his load in my ass.  I stopped fighting and just kinda went numb, not knowing what to think.  I had let him get me in a position where I didn’t have a choice, where he had control, and he had used that against me.  He was poz, had fucked me bare and dumped his load in me.  I felt a lot of things but mostly I was tired and exhausted from struggling.  I knew from how stretched out I felt that he probably had converted me right there.

So there I was, laying under him, while his load seeping into my ass.  He didn’t pull out but instead resumed fucking me some more, sure enough shooting his second load a few minutes later.

I found myself was crying, more from shock than anything, and he responded by holding me in his arms, quietly talking about how good the sex had felt, and other stuff that I don’t really remember.  

At some point he untied me.  I want to say I was mad then and got back at him, but I had already faced the fact that I was going to be poz and that was the way things were.  I asked him why he did it and he said he pozzed me because someone had pozzed him.  It was that simple.  He left shortly after that.

That is how I got pozzed.

Was in Ft Lauderdale last week on business and made it a point to get to the Clubhouse II in the evening.

THe 1st night (Wednesday) was not to busy but did hook up with this stocky guy with tattoos while walking the halls. He loved my pumped up nipples. We went back to his room. My hole was already lubbed , he loved that, in no time he was working his fingers in and out of me 2, 3, then 4. His bare cock soon followed. Eventually he had fingers and cock in me at the same time before filling me with his seed.

The next night I hooked-up with a total skinny boney dude who fucked me and then, while I was sucking his cock, I felt another cock go in me. The other guy was a big black dude who filled me with load #2.

Later that evening I saw a daddy-type in his room wearing a hot leather harness. His crotch and ass were shaved. Soon enough he felt my stretched hole and the cum in it he started working his fingers all, coating my hole with lube. He alternated fingering me and slapping my growing rosebud. He had me lay on my back with legs propped up and ended up fisting me for about half an hour. What a feeling. His hand was at its widest and then the feeling of it slipping inside my ass. The cum in my hole for lube made it all the better. It was the first time I had taken any guy all the way up to his forearm.

Today is Monday and my ass is still sore. Even going to the bathroom turns my cunt into a nice rosebud. A couple more sessions like that and I will have a permanently loose cunt

The Clubhouse II always delivers!!!

I wouldn’t trade the country for the city but with no sex at or around my rural home I have to get some satisfaction, besides jerking off, at least once in awhile. Despite the last few times at the video store booths being non-events my urges were uncontrollable one particular day. I put on some new black panty hose and a pair of white silky panties with the crotches cut out for real easy access. I topped off my under attire with a white padded bra and a short blue slip and threw on some loose jeans and a shirt and took the hour plus drive to the booths and dark rooms one more time.

A quick cruise through the maze of booths and glory holes showed the place was busier than normal for this time of day. I quickly headed for a familiar booth with a curtain and glory holes on three walls to adjoining booths and into a dark hallway on the other wall. I slid down my jeans to expose the white panties and black pantyhose. In just a few seconds a guy looked in and moved on, but the next guy that looked in paused only a second and then walked right up to me. He glanced at me, felt my stockings and obviously knowing what I wanted said, “C’mon, let’s get-it-on in another booth.” He was fit and good-looking so without hesitation I followed him to another area where there were lots of guys hanging around in the hallway. I followed him into one of the nearby booths.

My slutty side was hot and ready so in no time at all he had a condom on and had me bent over pounding my open crotch panty clad ass with my hands against the wall bracing myself as he thrust deep and fast. The first condom broke but he quickly changed it and proceeded to use me until he came. He kept his cock in me until it started to soften and then we separated and went off in different directions. After that I got sucked on for a little bit, but not much happened until I met him in the hallways again and he told me he wanted to poke me again. Once again he was particular about the booth he wanted, I followed him willingly again into the dark booth lit only by the porn video playing. Since he had already cum I had to suck on him for a several minutes before he spun me around, put on another one of his condoms and rammed me again. The lube situation seemed better this time but once again his condom broke. I’m not sure what he had done to the condoms for them to break, but didn’t care anyway. This time guys were peeking in at us as if they knew what was happening. I loved being watched dressed as a cunt while being used as one. He changed out his broken condom and once again banged away at my sluttily dressed ass until he stiffened, shook and held his cock deep in me. This time he gave a typical compliment and left.

I hadn’t even slid my pants back up when a muscular guy stepped right in the dark booth and showed me his stiff cock. I went right for it and sucked away as he reached around and felt my panties and stockings. He moved his finger into my ass and I gave the ok signal by wiggling my ass and pushing back against his finger allowing him to probe deeper. Without any words he positioned me and slid right in from behind. It felt good and I couldn’t believe it slid in so easy. He started pounding on me at a steady rate. I reached back just to make sure and sure enough he was fucking me raw. It was just what I wanted and turned me on big time. I pushed back and he knew that I knew he was raw and wanted it and he started jack-hammering my mancunt. By this time a few guys were right in the entrance to the booth watching up close as my panty clad ass being taken by a stranger raw. I heard one of the guys ask, “He taking it bareback?” "Yeah." “All right!” was the response. As my head banged against the wall and my ass was ravaged by the raw cock the other guys looked on and expressed their approval with occasional 'yeahs' and 'all rights' and, of course, and moans.

I was getting close with my cock oozing sperm. He must have known because he didn’t attempt to please me at all. He grabbed my hips tighter and pounded faster looking only to satisfy his animal urges. I felt him cum in me but he just kept pounding away like nothing happened. Cum was oozing out all over my panties and stockings and what didn’t leak out was getting pistoned in deeper. I wondered if he really thought I didn’t know he had shot his raw load in me. But I didn’t care and he just kept pounding away as long as he could driving his cum deep into my panty-clad ass.

He softened, pulled out and appreciatively patted my ass and left. I spun around saw a face in the glory hole peeking at me. I stuck my cock through and let that stranger who had watched me get bred raw lick my cum that had oozed out off of my cock and then he began to suck. I lasted only seconds and with an enormous orgasm I emptied the last of my load into the warm mouth in the other booth.

I left satisfied but the guilt set in and for a just a few days the “What have I done to myself?” question kept coming to mind with a resolve never to do it again. But now, only a few days later I am getting horny thinking and writing about the event. With trepidation I await the fuck flu but either way, as one other story concluded, I’ll probably be back for more.

Another one of mine

Nicely written, Poztony. I'm glad I could post it.

I hope I find a continuation to this story....

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I've never put much thought into fucking around behind my boyfriend's back. It doesn't really feel like cheating 'cause we have an open relationship -- although, technically speaking, we're supposed to okay a potential lay with each other first or at least tell each other about it after the fact. I guess I never told him anything because he never told me anything. As far as I knew, Andy hadn't messed around with another dude in the whole seven years of our relationship. It wasn't that he wasn't hot or couldn't get a hot piece of his ass, he just wasn't very good at flirting. Quiet type socially, animal in bed. I guess we're both a little nerdish in our own ways, but we're both pretty hot, too.

He's an asian top boy, chinese actually, but born here in the States. Tight little hairless body the color of caramel. Perfect little five inch cock that stands straight up when it's got a tight white ass waiting for it. Tight little smooth nuts that pull up even tighter when he's about to spurt and a perfect pink rosebud of a butthole that fucking winks whenever I eat him out. Sometimes his hole clenches around my tongue like a little fist. He loves getting his ass licked out. The deeper the better. Til it's all sloppy wet with spit. Then he flips me over and fucks me raw. It's the fucking hottest thing to watch him blow his load up my twat in a mirror. Sometimes it's the only way I can get off. Watching it happen, watching my cunt open up like a mouth for his jizz, then watching his hot little cock spear my pussy again and push his load up inside me. I'd even finger myself afterward. Rubbing his load up inside my ass walls. Imagining I was one of those slut boys in Treasure Island dvds. But barebacking was only between him and me—since we’re both neg. The rules for our relationship state no bb'ing with anyone else though. Condoms or just cocksucking, and whenever we played with someone else together, it was always safe, even between Andy and me, so we wouldn't tempt anyone into fucking me raw.

The thing about me is that I like to think I'm not a slut, but I just go and put myself in slutty situations. I can usually control myself and I know my limits. I only ever do what I want to do and I'm smart enough to know when it's safe and when it's unsafe. I started out sucking dick behind his back in the steamroom at the gym. It's the biggest gym in the gayest neighborhood, so there's always action going on. Even though they put big signs outside saying you can lose your membership privileges, dudes still give each other handjobs and suck each other off.

Over the course of a few months, I got to the point where I'd go into the steamroom after working out, my muscles bulging a bit more, smooth chest glistening, fuckable white ass all wet, and I'd sit in the corner called the cocksucker's corner because sitting there put my head right about eye level and ten inches away from whatever guy was sitting above me. If some hot dude with a hot cock came in, I'd grab their cock, start licking the head like a lollipop, jacking their shaft, looking up at them with pouty eyes, my mouth open, tongue out, and then deep throat them as best as I could, slurping on their cocks til they spurted. A few spurted right down my throat without warning. With other dudes, I took their cum in my mouth willingly, caught up in the moment, and then spit it back out on their cocks and jacked them. If some dude I didn't like would sit there, I'd play dumb and look forward, ignoring them. Like I said, I have my limits, and I tend to like smooth dudes like Andy who were around my age, skinny, clean, you know, all the normal stuff.

I never told Andy. I figured sucking cock was safe. I still went home to him and let him fuck me raw without feeling any anxiety or guilt. Then one morning at the gym, I met Denny. First, I should say, I met his cock. I'd just sat down in the cocksucker's corner, all stiff from working out, and the steam was so thick I couldn't see anyone around me. But then there it was, his fat white cock, swinging in my face with his sweaty low hanging nuts. It made me gasp like a little whore. I couldn't take my eyes off it. As the steam cleared, I could see the rest of him. A hot trail of dark hair down the middle of his chest, shaggy short brown hair, and thick, powerful legs. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. But he was as confident as some leather daddy. He didn't take his eyes off mine the entire time. He kept turning my head up so I'd see him. One hand held my chin, pulling my jaw down, and the other guided my head up and down his eight inches. It was like he knew how much of a slut I was inside. It felt like he was reading every nasty thought in my head. He made me suck on his nuts while he beat his cock in my face, pushing his cockhead up my nostrils, making me smell his cock juice.

Someone came into the steamroom and I backed off, afraid it might be gym personnel, but he wouldn't let me up, and he whispered down to me, "It's okay, babe, keep sucking." I could see from the corner of my eye, the new arrival sat down the ledge from me, five or six feet away. He was close enough that I could tell he was already playing with his cock while he watched us. I'd been in the steamroom enough times that I kinda knew who it was -- this old guy who hung out in the steamroom a lot, but never worked out in the actual gym. Big gut and back hair. No one I would ever touch. Now he jacked up a big boner watching me get face fucked by this incredibly hot, big dicked fucker above me. "Baby. Look at me. Good boy. Keep looking. Oh, fuck you like that dick, I can tell. That daddy over there can tell, too. Can't you? I'm gonna cum in your mouth in a few minutes, okay? Not yet, but soon. Look at me again. If it makes you feel any better about doing swallowing some stranger's hot cock juice... I'm Denny, baby," he said. He winked at me "Keep that throat open. Yeah. Just like that. Nice little pussy throat get reamed out in the steamroom. Look at those cocksucker lips, man," and the old man next to us answered him with a moan. Denny scooted down the edge of his seat and leaned back until his butthole was against my lips. I couldn't help myself. Without even being told, I started tonguing him inside out. "Oh you hot little pig," he moaned. "Eat my ass, baby. Yeah. I've got myself a whore here. Oh yeah, baby. Come over here, daddy." I started getting nervous and started pulling off his cock because I didn't want the old man touching me. But Denny held me by my ears. "Come tongue this bitch's ass, daddy."

As much as I didn't want that old dude with cock slime on his fingers touching me, I wanted Denny's cock so bad that I didn't move. I was already turned to the side, one leg up on the ledge, my tight hole wet and ready for the old man's tongue. He fucked his tongue into me as deep as it would go. He'd probably hadn't had a young hot ass like mine in fifty years, and here he was slurping on my cunt lips. I could feel his chin hair rubbing up and down my nuts. I felt like a total slut. I wanted to stop sucking cock and leave. I was so worried that someone else would come in and god forbid even join in. The steam spurted on again and the rush of it burned my bare feet. I could hardly see Denny's face anymore up in the steam, but I knew he was still looking at me. He pulled me back onto his cock and started face fucking me hard and fast, pulling his big white cock all the way out every now and then and slapping it against my nose. The old man pushed two fingers in and out of my cunt and all I could do was ride them. "Slut," Denny called me. "Eat my load, baby. You like cum? I want you to eat my load. I'm gonna spray your throat with so much jizz you're gonna taste me all day, slut. And you know what? I'm gonna feed you my cum every day. Yeah, baby. Keep sucking. Open wider. Open your ass for daddy's fingers and tongue. Yeah. Everyday, baby. Same time. You're gonna be here waiting for my cock. Okay, slut?"

I couldn't talk, but I nodded, and then my mouth was filled with his jizz. It was more than I'd ever had blasted into my mouth from one cock. It came out so hard that I could feel the thwap of each spurt against back of my throat. Even if I would've tried to spit his load out, I couldn't have moved. Both his hands pushed my head down on his cock until his hairy nuts were against my bottom lip. His load had nowhere to go but down my throat or up into my nose. I gagged and smelled his jizz up inside my nostrils. Then he egged on the old man, "Yeah, daddy shoot your load all over him. Spray down my new little whore." I felt the geezer's load spray across my ass cheeks and then drip down my ass crack and over my well-fingered hole.

"I'll see you out by your locker, slut," Denny said to me before walking out of the steamroom. I hadn't shot off, but he didn't care. He wound up asking me for my phone number. When I hesitated, he put two and two together pretty astutely. "You have a boyfriend, right? Hey, I don't care. I'll only call when you tell me to. I promise. We had a good time. We should do it again. Why would I wanna risk that by being an asshole."

"I don't usually give it out. I mean, if you could just call me on weekdays. He works, so..."

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Gus," I said.

"Gus," he repeated, and then put his mouth right next to my eat and whispered, "Can you smell my cum still?"

"Yeah."

"You want my cock again, don't you?

Then he dug a pen and a notepad out of the bookbag in his locker. "Write down your name under your number, okay, Gus? People give me their number a lot."

At the time, he sounded honest enough, and so I gave him my cell phone number. I'd given my number out before, but it was rare. I guess I was a little stunned by the whole scene, that I'd swallowed his load, that he was so hot, that some old dude had tongued my hole and finger fucked me. Then before I knew it, he was gone, I didn't have his number, and he was walking away with mine.

The whole day I couldn't get Denny out of my head. I didn't know if I was imagining it or not, but I could still taste his cum, even that night when my boyfriend was fucking my ass with his little chinese cock. I could tell he was close to cumming in my twat and I closed my eyes and imagined it was Denny's cock up inside my raw. I blew my load the same moment as my boyfriend, realizing that Denny's cock was probably twice as big as Andy's.

To be continued...

DISCLOSURE - Loosely based upon the stories of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Ninja Turtles, Spiderman, Frankenstein, A vampire, scientific journals, etc.

DEFINITIONS:

MO'NSTER. n.s. [monstre, Fr. monstrum, Latin.]

1. Something out of the common order of nature. 2. Something horrible for deformity, wickedness, or mischief.

MO'NSTROUS. adj. [monstrueux, Fr. monstrosus, Latin.]

1. Deviating from the stated order of nature. 2. Strange; wonderful. Generally with some degree of dislike.

I WRITE THESE WORDS FOR FUTURE GENERATIONS TO COME

I wish to record my experience as I finalize my experiment in this world. The experiment is simple. To subject myself with the HIV virus. Otherwise known as receiving the gift and being "gifted." To become positive or simply, POZ. This is monstrous proposal on my part. I want to record first hand the changes, for good or bad, that will transform and convert me. As a scientific mind, I can better relate and record my changes as it relates to mortal man.

DAY 1

SUBJECT: Myself.

I found a willing donor for my experiment. He had been poz for years and was willing to subject me to the same. He was blessed in size and shape. A perfect specimen. We both undressed and immediately coupled. It was an all-day affair. He pumped his poz load into my ass. He was as much into it as was I. There is something to be said for getting naked and raw. To bareback without hesitation. I loved being seeded and bred! It was all good and natural on our part. Needless to say, he, my donor, deposited several tainted poz loads into my virgin negative ass. The experiment was a complete success!

DAY 1 - 24 hours later

I still have his 'special seed' swimming inside my gut this second day. I slept with his loving load inside me. I woke up in the middle of the night because I was sweating around my torso area and my groin. I also felt some prickling around my right groin and right under arm area. I don't know if that's suppose to happen like that, but I assume something must be going on. I can't wait to convert and feel the fuck flu over-take me. I periodically check my ass hole to make sure and I must say I have a tight clamp on my buried treasure inside. I was able to pry my hole open and stuck my finger into my fuck hole and felt around. I could feel a lot of cum inside my love chamber. It was nice and slick inside. The inner walls are just coated with his special hot cum.

I get damn hard thinking about what's happening to me. My demise is assured. My ass is drenched with a creamy hot load of slick poz cum clinging to my ass walls. I feel it coursing throughout my body. The tainted poz sperms are swimming inside my gut and drilling into my walls releasing there special DNA into my blood stream. My DNA is transforming step by step. Each minute that goes by I am brought closer and closer to be converted. The poz seed is flourishing and growing inside me now.

Otherwise I find the day as normal as any other day. The only thing I notice is that I'm so damn horny. I take a half-day off to hook up with a guy who is into rimming - big time. I tell him that I have a huge load in my ass and he begs me to let him rim out my cum laden ass hole. I comply and just let him lick and lap out the special seed that is lightly oozing out of my hole. Soon enough his face was coated with a glaze of clear slime: my ass juices and doubtless some of the tainted seed. The expression on his face was shear delight! I flipped around and shot my load down his throat.

My energy level is twice normal. I feel like a super human. I slept very well!

Day 2

I had the morning diarrhea. I felt a slight headache in the morning. I drank some juice. My appetite has diminished and I feel slightly cold on this warm spring day. I throw on a short sleeve shirt and think nothing of it and go about my business as usual.

DAY 5

My body was already fighting a virus. Alerts were going off in my body! "Red alert! Alert! Disease has broken out, a nasty virus intruder" An Evil virulent disease, so shocking has entered my body, I can hardly bring myself to describe it - A disease was overtaking me and multiplying. At this time, sub microscopically, at the core of each of my cells was being over run and taken over. They were replicating at a maddening rate and accelerating in the virgin territory of my body. There was no way of stopping it at this point. I seem to have a daily mild headache in the morning and slight sore throat. I shrug off the notion that it's related to my new found transformation since I have been reading and working by day and sucking cock by night. My ass is perpetually filled and basking in the warmth of hot creamy loads deposited by anonymous donors that take pleasure in dumping their loads deep into my gut via my ass hole.

More life is being seen in my mind and eyes. I am more alive knowing that my passion of self infliction is finally a reality. At this stage, I feel out of control. I am more horny than ever and desire the completion of my grand scheme. I had given up the notion of sleep. I am in a middle semi sleep with dreams of dark pleasurable men ravaging my body. Initially, The experiment was in the fore front of my mind. And, I wanted to follow it through. To do a proper scientific thesis of the stages of HIV infection for the betterment of humanity. However, I find myself taking liberty to venture out in search of more addictive doses of pozzing. I wanted more of the same that was given too me a couple days ago. I am a wild man with a deep desire for hot sex. No thoughts of future risk other than the present.

As far as science goes, damn it! My passion is taking over. It is hard to focus on my work. All I could think of is dick. Hot... Cocks and laden balls that held pure creamy thick tainted wonderful viral loads. I day dream of all the men wanting to breed me and seed their hot demon seed into me. And, by night I follow through with the gratification of anyone I meet and willingly use me for their pleasurable purposes. I too am driven by the desire to have much raw barebacking sex as possible. Even though the common thought is to warn of such practices. In out society, it is taboo. A sin to have unprotected sex. But my inner desire has overtaken my logical thinking. I am likened to a dog in heat. And, at this point of my young life I am finally living it up!

WEEK 3

Like so many other days beforehand. I didn't give thought to the sexual rampage I had three weeks before and hot uncontrolled sex with anonymous guys every other day. It was quite evident that it was becoming a new lifestyle for me. I was flirting with guys online on a daily basis. I would make hook ups without a thought to the consequences of my action. However, this day I noticed something different. I had this annoying flu-like symptom. You know; the usual fever, headache, tiredness, nausea, and dear I say diarrhea? My lymph nodes in the neck, armpits and groin were tender and swollen. It could only mean one thing....

I knew that during this period, the quantity of the virus in my body was high and it was spreading to different area, particularly my lymphoid tissues. I also knew at this stage, I was more likely to pass on the infection to others. What was once gifted to me was now a calling to others. My inner body was tuning and reverberating to orchestrate a fight against the assault of the virus. As much as it was self inflicting, and that I knew it from the start, I was reacting with open arms to my “new” life experience. But, I knew I had to suffer the ordeal as a way into the initiation into the brotherhood... My judgment was clouded and I gave up my logical thinking to a loosing battle. I must admit there was moments of regrets as I lay in bed helpless at times covered in sweat and enduring the heavy fever that waned with periodic chills. My sleeps were restless at nights…or days. I lost track of time. When I splashed water on my face and looked in the mirror I was amazed at the haggard look that stared back. I was practically crawling to and from my bed and bathroom. I ventured to the other parts of my sanctuary to look at the fleeting days enshrouded my many dark night falls. I feel like I was part of the darkness and the twilight. I felt very secure during these hours of my birth; the renewal of another monstrous being. You know, like the many horror stories about vampires, werewolves, ghouls, and hideous freakish things that thrive on the still of the night and their prey. This was my new inner identity that was surfacing. I was becoming a monster!

Well, I knew in my inner dark thoughts that what laid in store for me. The future looked bleak to the normal living souls. But, I felt more alive and was pleased with the virus that was surging and rapidly multiplying within me. I was finally acting out my subconscious true self. I was going to live more than ever! I wish I could express the precious blessed moment that was presented to me to others. Who? Who would in there right mind would wish the curse? Evidently I welcomed it with the deepest desires for it. I laid my head in a delicious dream state for days. I mix my dates and days during this period. I lay in delicious agony for knowing that it will pass shortly. I know that I was transforming. I smiled at myself…the monster!

Week 4, etc.

Recovery after my ordeal was a rebirth for me. Not only was it spring outside but I knew that I transformed and converted to the so called "monster". I felt like a snake that shed his skin. Or, cicada that crawled out of the ground and left its carcass of a former shell clinging to a tree and then going out to mate. I knew without testing that I was HIV positive. But I marched down to the free clinic to verify it for a piece of mind. The search for the truth was confirmed with the draw of my blood. The test was came back positive. It was a slap of reality and yet a relieve. I have no one to blame but myself. Actually, I was grateful and thankful and that night when I found out I slept the best sleep I have ever had. The days that followed were amazing. I was truly a monster deep inside. And, no one knew by looking at me. I was the perfect camellia. I blended into the back ground. My camouflage was just a perfect ploy. I was that good looking all American guy by day and the wild beast at night.

First, I went to back to my poz donor to get recharged. Days and days of taking poz tainted charged loads from him and his poz friends. I was introduced into a society of poz brothers in which we freely played without fear...swapping loads with one another. I was exploring a side of me that truly loved to bareback and take raw cock. The shrouded mystery of the taboo being careful so that you wouldn't be infected was now drawn back. I was totally absorbed into another world.

Not only was I marked but I had such a great time fucking unsuspecting guys that wanted to explore bareback sex. There are many guys out there that are bi sexual married guys who love to bottom. I have no problem with hooking up with the young guys that love to suck cock or explore and bottom in the raw. Many times they ask me with their innocents; "Are you clean?" And, of course "I'm clean!" What a stupid question! It entices me even further to seed there stupid ass and bug them up. Hell, if they liked it the first time, they are usually contacting me days afterwards for more. I can't tell you how many times I've shot my tainted bug seed into guys that just take my word for it. There truly are gullible and naive guys out there that just don't get it. Well, if it's to my advantage, They will get it alright. They above all deserve the mark that I place upon them. The link between a monster and "normal" guy is the driving force. The quest perpetuating one's self into another seems to be such a primal urge. The fear of change is such appalling to many. I can attest that the change, though uncomfortable at first, was a hard ordeal for me. It was short lived though. I now have both a submissive and dominate side to me that equals out. Being in the so-called dark side of reality has given me more strength and power establishing a unique identity as a special person, otherwise known as the "Monster".

1 Month, Day Twelve

The young punk met me after his college afternoon classes and was slobbered on my stiff hard dick. I chuckled as he made the comment "what a monster!" referring to my cock. He was so intuitive with his words. I pulled his head further to give urge him on down my shaft and give me a BJ. His thin smooth taunt body was amazing to look at. I sat on the couch as he bobbed up and down making sucking noises with his tender lips and lips that wrapped around my throbbing enormous cock. I reached for his young firm ass and fingered the moist unclean crack of his hole. He liked what I was doing to his ass and moves side ways so that I could do more of the same. He had a grip lock on my cock with his mouth. It was no use in prying him off. I swung my body down to lay flat on the couch and lifted his ass and legs to meet my face. I started tonguing his shit chute and this seem to really drive the guy man into a tizzy. He was a moaning whore that liked what I was doing to him.

This went on for a good 10 minutes before I pushed the guy slightly forward to pick myself up. He looked at me with those puppy eyes and I just melted. He was dripping his pre cum on my carpet and his inner leg. I positioned behind him and rubbed my shaft against his ass crack. He had such a look on his face when he looked at me. I naturally leaned forward and kissed him. Our tongues were just darting into each others mouth like daggers. My cock head inched further into his ass hole and there it paused. He stopped kissing and broke off kissing and tried to tell me something. "Uh, I've never done this before" he said. I assured him that it was okay. I'll go easy and slow. We locked again into kissing and with my right hand I aimed my cock into his ass hole. I wanted to make sure there was some penetration. Would you believe that his hole just relaxed and was sucking my cock into his ass in increments of 1/2 inches. I was pausing to enter his virgin hole with my monster cock so he could get use to my presents inside his ass. I felt my cock go deeper into his furnace of his love chamber. I was pacing myself too because it felt to incredibly tight that I was afraid I would prematurely cum. We continued to kiss and my arms were around his waist and chest. I would twist his nipples which urged him to push further back onto my cock. He was definitely digging the new assault on his ass. We were rocking with my cock practically coming to the opening and then it would drill back inside him. We looked like some oil rig churning in the open prairie plains of Texas or Oklahoma.

It didn't take long for me to empty my new stained poz load into his virgin ass. I don't think he was aware that I emptied a hot load of cum deep into his ass. His muscle ass was milking every sweet toxic drop of cum out of my death stick. I was so turned on and hard thereafter that I didn't express any wild crazy howls or moans. My younger tiger man was jacking himself. I was watching him stroking himself . Gliding his fist up and down his shaft. I was able to see him empty his spooge onto my nice clean cushions. When he did that, his tight ass just clinched my cock and made sure that there was nothing left inside my shaft. I slowly pulled out and he apologized that he came on my couch like that.No problem as I pulled out a towel from around the corner of the couch. He mopped up his own cum from the couch and himself. He asked where the bathroom was and I motioned to the around the corner. He was in there for a minute and came out with such a grin on his face he was so proud of himself. He said that he was sorry that I didn't get a chance to shoot my load. And that's when I said, "But I did. In your ass". He paused, saying "Really? And I nodded yes. "Oh..I didn't realize you came inside me. I guess that's okay..right? And again I nodded. He grabbed for his clothes and was dressing. "You will come back again, won't you? I asked. He cracked a sweet and melting smile and said "Yeah! Days are best for me depending on my class schedule." I said, "well, okay. No pressure. You are more than welcome to come back anytime. You have my number and email."

The guy was so fucking hot. I couldn't believe my luck.

MONTH 1, DAY 25

It was confirmed what had happened to me. It was self inflicting choice that I became infected. The test results confirmed that. I knew the consequences from the very beginning. I choose to keep on course and take it as far as I can without medication or help. My viral load continue to rise. I was being over taken by a parasite from within. It was altering my physical and mental state. actually, it wasn't that bad. The only differences is my nights are enhanced. When I sleep, It seems to be in a perpetual semi sleep/waking state at night. I can see dark shadow figures at night moving about. At first I thought I was seeing things or that my mind was playing weird. My sight was like a night scope. I could easily walk in the dead of night with out tripping and find what I was looking for without turning the lights on. Also, My hearing is attuned several decibels higher. I can hear things I've never heard before. The earth rumbles and I can feel the tremors. Everything seems to be accentuated at night. I was a creature of the night. Need I say, I also seem to continue to think of sex 24/7. There hasn't been a day, or should I say night, that has gone by that I'm engaged in some sort of scheme to hook up with guy(s) to have my regiment of cock and cum. I have also made contacts with the unknowing sorts and have more or less bred them. Overall, I was in a good place. But I needed to take it a step further.

I continued to meet with my donor, The gifter. While engaged in a 'recharging' session, he gave me the bright idea of going to the big city. He told me of the wonders that I could behold there. Endless wild and crazy sex with hot boys and men. It was a fuck fest and it had to be experienced in one's life time. My mind was set. I was going to take a long weekend away and see for myself the sins of the city.

Got home after dinner last night and had a couple messages on my yahoo from a Marine. Says he's married and works at the base in town. His wife is gone this weekend and he hasn't been fucked in over 5 months. He is calling me papi and begging for a fuck. He is still online and I get a pic out of him and his location. He says he's naked in the living room, waiting for me. I tell him I don't have any condoms or lube handy. He replied I won't need any. He wants to feel my skin and feel my load deep inside him.

He is Latino, stocky like a good Marine. Tats on both shoulders, and lower back, with a bubble ass that sure looks inviting. So I make the decision - which wasn't tough. I drove over to his apartment and sure enough, when I get there the front door was closed, but unlocked, as he had told me to expect. Walking into the apartment he greeted me – nude! That ass is the first thing that sunk into my brain, and apparently he truly was desperate for some cock. He doesn't wait and starts right in pulling my zipper down and pulls out my tool, sucking me hard. As soon as it is stiff and wet to his liking he turns around and sinks himself right back onto my dick. FUCK! No lube needed was right. His hole is hot and wet and he backed right on without pausing. He starts right in begging for me to fuck him, calling me papi.

I start slapping his ass as I am fucking it. I want to see it nice and pink before I leave. He loves it, squirming around on my dick. He takes it standing, on his knees and finally on his back of the living room floor. It is that position I could see his eyes, so I can start really pounding. I worked him over that way for several minutes and he starts asking for it. Begging me to seed him with my load. It was fucking HOT. I couldn't hold it back then. I just stared into his eyes as I buried it as deep as I could get it and unloaded my bug seed inside him. He was groaning and shooting his little cock, squeezing my dick sooo nice. I collapsed on top of him and we lay there for awhile. When I pulled out I could see my seed hanging from my cock and he did also. As I stood up he immediately grabbed my cock and licked it clean and thanked me. FUCK it was nice. I left him there laying on the floor and headed back home knowing I had possibly pozzed more than him, but maybe got the wife too.

Met up with yet another POZ guy not far from my apartment. He let me in and then we went directly to his bedroom where he laid on his back stroking a large cock with an even larger PA. He put a pillow under his ass to raise it up for me. I quickly undressed and got between his legs and started licking his balls and cock and them moved to tongue fuck his hot POZ ass. He made noises that he was thoroughly enjoying it. I pushed his legs apart and up and got between them and pushed my thick uncut POZ dick inside him and fucked him. I stopped and ate his ass some more then he got on all fours and I rhythmic fucked him until I gave him my POZ load.

He asked me if I got fucked and when I said that I did, he put me on all fours and shoved that long dick with that huge PA on it deep into me and fucked the hell out of my smooth POZ hole until he bred me with his own dirty POZ load. So fucking hot. When he pulled out I licked his cock and swallowed it to the balls before dressing to leave. All the way home on the bus I could feel that POZ juice working in my ass! Anyone in metropolitan New York want to play?

Tuesday night cruising a sex site finally connected with a hot versatile POZ guy uptown. Got to his place about 12:30 AM. Short guy with a very small waist, a big cock, and a hot smooth bubble butt ass. I wasted no time licking his balls and cock and moved down to lick his sweet ass! He sucked my cock and played with my ass. Turned him on all fours and tongue fucked his hot twitching hole until he begged for my throbbing and dripping thick uncut POZ cock. I slid it in and began a slow rhythmic fuck in that beautiful bubble butt. Such a turn on to see my big thick POZ cock in that small smooth ass! I talked dirty to him, telling him he was a POZ slut whore and that I was gonna shoot my AIDS load deep inside him. Finally I could hold back no more and I shot my deadly load inside that small ass! When I pulled out I resumed licking and sucking on his used hole - sweet. I was ready to go again and so was he. This time as I came in him he shot his wad all over the bed! I licked him clean. We parted to meet again. Looking for more guys like him.

There’s an organization/charity in UK called Gay Men Fighting Aids (GMFA). They run safer sex workshops, advertise safer sex in magazines, and hand out free condoms and lube in bars and at cruising areas. A few of my mates and I have set up an alternative organization called GMSA.

There are only five of us at the moment, but we are always looking for new members. Our founding member is David (not real name). He works as a volunteer for GMFA and other AIDS charities, hosting safe sex seminars and handing out condoms – but the tips of all of his rubbers have been pierced several times with a needle. David has a lovely smile, and beams as he hands out his special condoms saying, “play safe now boys.”

Our second member is Tom. He works as a barman at Hoist, Londons busiest leather/fetish club. Every Friday and Saturday he gets into work a bit early. On the bar is a big bowl full of condoms and another bowl containing sachets of lube. He takes the bowl of condoms to the back where there is a staff kitchen area containing a kettle and microwave. He puts the condoms in the microwave on a medium/high heat for three minutes. He has discovered, through the process of trial and error, that such is an excellent way of compromising the integrity of the condoms. I see him at the bar most Saturday nights, serving drinks, and smiling as he watches guys pick up a handful of his damaged rubbers.

Nathan is our third member. He is only twenty years old, black beautiful and bisexual. He caught the virus when he was eighteen, having his first gay sex experience. He has no trouble convincing guys and girls to let him fuck them bareback, telling them he's neg (if they ask). He particularly favors female virgins. He reports he has had fourteen, so far, but he does not do much follow-up as he feels doing so might give the women some means of tracing the infection back to him.

Then there is me and my biker mate. We hang out together, pretending to be an item, telling guys we're monogamous and neg, and that we've recently discovered we both prefer to top. We don't have much difficulty convincing guys to bottom for us. They love the thought of getting fucked by two leather clad bikers. We have learned there is a better chance of spreading the bug if we give it in combination with another STD. Gonorrhea works well, but syph is the best. Last week we were both diagnosed with gonorrhea and my mate with syph, so we delayed treatment while we chatted up on-line a twenty-five year old guy. He described himself as 'bi-curious'. Well you know what they say: curiosity killed the cat.

He said he had a fantasy about being raped by two bikers, both wearing crash helmets. After assuring him we were both clean, we arranged a time when we would go round to his apartment. He left the door unlocked and we found him naked, blindfolded and face down on the bed. I fucked him first and shot a huge cocktail of STDs in his so-called 'bi-curious' ass. Then it was my mate's turn. I could tell it was starting to hurt the bottom, but he managed. We left him there with a unique blend of toxic spunk locked tightly inside his ass.

It had to be done.  He had to be done.  We had chatted for ages, over a year, but the time was now.  He was never closer than he was today.  Barely 100 miles away, his pleas where as persistent as ever.  He sent me his address and postcode.  As I excitedly left the house, I stopped to pick up a few items which we would need.

As I was driving along the M4 I was imagining what this boy-wolf was really like, and what his body would feel like against mine.  What his ass would feel like around my cock.  What his lips would feel like against mine.  Would I be able to do it?  Would I get there and fall in love with this half boy half animal creature?  I had always said that, no matter what I felt for a boy, a job is a job.  I thought I might struggle with this one as he was so very sweet with blond hair and a beautiful body.  Thankfully I didn’t have to ponder long as my journey flew past.  The time had come and it was now or never.

I rang the bell and he buzzed me up.  Upon opening the door to his flat I found him in the hallway awaiting me, naked and bent over – ready to accept what I, as his new Daddy, was going to give him.

"Come on, Daddy.  Get naked and breed my neg boy ass,” he offered as a greeting. 

Well, who was I to refuse?  I never before undressed so quickly.

He was still bent over, hands down by his ankles.  It could not have been an easy position to maintain, but I wanted to survey the soon-to-be-damaged goods.  I felt his perky nipples, covered in a light dusting of blond hair.  I ran my fingers through his lovely head of blond hair.  I sniffed his arm pits, noting he had, as directed, neither washed nor used deodorant.  I inspected his boy cock, all shaven, as per my instructions.  I licked under his foreskin finding his cock head decidedly cheesy, as specified.

I was in heaven, and he was no less pleased as he moaned in approval.  It was time to stop teasing him, and get on with the task.

I stood up behind him; he could feel the cold steel of my big PA up against his ass cheek.  I gobbed up a load of spit and rubbed it on my dick, and also put just a little bit on his arse.  When I impaled him he had to know about it.  I didn’t want it to be too easy for him.  I was there for a reason, after all, a reason he sought.  He wanted to be pozzed.  He wanted to submit his body to the ravages of my bug. HIV, the disease they all try to avoid, yet he wanted it.  And I was the chosen one.  He had had poz cock in his neg ass before this occasion, but he had played safe.  But this time he chose me to be his poz daddy.  Who was I to argue?

No-one understands the immense feeling you get as a poz top when you slide your cock raw into a neg bottom boy.  And this one knew what he was getting.  Admittedly, sometimes it is eve more fun when the bottom does not know, and, when shooting a toxic load into such a bottom, I inwardly chuckle to myself thinking of the bottom "You have no idea what’s just happened to you.  You have no idea of the damage I’ve just done to you – but you will wonder for the rest of your life, ‘who pozzed me?’. Yes, you will remember me for a very long time.”

This boy, however, had sought my special gift for a very long time, and would certainly remember how I, in having my way with his ass, had changed the course of his life.  Even more clear, when I had done the evil deed, I was taking him to be tattooed.  We had the design ready, all we needed was the result.  The poz result. HIV+.  The big bad love bug.

I slammed by raw cock deep into him.  He almost lost his footing, it certainly took his breath away. Right in to the balls.  I could sense his heart beating fast, and also feel his ass clamp down on my dick.  Yeah, he knew what he wanted, and I would make sure this time he was going to get it, by fair means or foul, depending on one’s perspective.

Neither of us was going to last long at this rate.  I slammed my toxic dick deep in and out, my balls truly banging his ass.  I was going to give this bottom his first unrubbered poz load, which iswhat I did in shooting a bigger load into his hole than I ever recall having shot into any other bottom.  I fucking thought I might lose consciousness as a consequence of the orgasm.  It was that hard.

Without touching his dick he came at the same time, of course blowing his load all over the floor.  I held his ass cheeks together as I pulled out, wanting to keep my toxic seed in the boy’s neg ass. Turns out, my dick was covered in his blood.  I had obviously done some damage.  I presented myself for him to clean.  Initially he baulked, but a swift knee to the gut told him that was an error.  

He licked my cock, and on the first go-around his tongue was covered in shit and blood.  That was more like it.  I told him he could go and lay on the bed, that I would be in shortly.

I retrieved a little something from my shirt pocket, went into the bathroom, locked the door and sat on the commode.  Using a hand towel, I tied off my arm and took out the insulin syringe I had carried into the bathroom.  I found the vein as they do at the clinic, and pulled out 50ml of blood.  Good healthy toxic blood.  I pulled the needle out, capped the tip, wiping my arm with some toilet roll.  Then I went out to find him.  He wasn’t expecting this so I told him to close his eyes, explaining I had a surprise for him.  He lay on the bed, looking so sweet, eyes closed and in a post-fucked euphoria.

I remarked he looked cute, but he was to keep his eyes shut.  Boy, was he gonna get it.  Uncapping the needle I walked over to him, picked up his hand and played with it, syringe in my mouth.  I felt-up his arm and found his vein.  BINGO!  I took the syringe in my right hand and slid it straight in.  Yeah, he jumped but it was too late.  He opened his eyes and had a look of horror on his face.  There in his arm was a needle full of toxic blood and he knew it.  There was no turning back.  He asked me why, I told him it was the best way. He looked at me and grinned and said “I’m glad, can I do the honours?”

I replied "Feel free, press the plunger and change your life forever.”

He looked at me, and, placing his fingers on mine, we jointly pushed down the plunger on the syringe.  Soon enough, all my toxic blood was in him.  There was no doubt.  He was now my bugboi.

Time to book the tattooist.

We had chatted online for some time. Never met, but we knew so much about each other. I knew he was a medical student – ironic considering what he wanted. He knew I did something or other. He really didn’t care what, it wasn’t what I did for a living, or what I was paid. Rather he was interested in what I did with great passion, that greatly excited him. Truth be known, I’m just an ordinary bloke: bit of a belly and hardly a looker. The sort of bloke he wouldn’t have given a second look to in any other circumstances. There was only one thing that I had to offer him. We both knew what and we both knew how badly he wanted it.

Circumstances meant it was hard to mesh our schedules, but finally we were both free for we didn’t get to meet as planned before, but this time it was different. He told me he would be at work alone that day, and as it was a Monday, it would be quiet. As I was driving along the M4 towards his place of work I was thinking “what are you doing, this is insane” but, of course my little head had taken over and big head was just following orders from the boss.

I drove past the place and then parked opposite. I watched for a while to make sure he was alone. There certainly wasn’t anyone in the sales area and he had told me his boss was off for the day. Now was the time. Fuck I was horny; I was here – less than 50 feet from him at last. Now he had to be done. I got out of the car and locked it, double-checked I was looking my best, then crossed the road.

I opened the door and he looked at me. I don’t think he thought I’d be there. It was, after all, a very long drive for me, but he should not have doubted me: he would one day rue such doubts. I walked over to him and grabbed his cock through his jeans. Just as was mine, he was rock hard. This told me all I needed to know. I walked back to the door and flicked the sign over to ‘Closed’. So what if some wino couldn’t get his Red Stripe for half an hour? He’d come back, whereas I had waited far too long for this opportunity. I would not be interrupted by someone who could get what he wanted at Spar. I was getting what I wanted at Thresher.

The door secured, he looked at me with a shit-faced grin. I took him by the shoulders and pushed him into the stock room out back. Within seconds, I had his jeans down round his ankles and was lubing his ass with some spit. He was even better looking than on his photos. I think he relied on this when he met guys. He told them what he wanted, but secretly he didn’t really want my special gift, the thought of it was just a way to get off. He thought I would have an attack of conscience and not go through with it. He obviously didn’t know me very well. I had told him I was a man of my word. I had told him when we met that his ass was mine. And there it was, in front of me. I was hard as nails. I had considered taking a Viagra but decided since I generally didn’t have trouble getting it up, I would not need any assistance on this occasion.

I slid my cock deep into this boy, right to the root. He screamed out in pain, but I wasn’t taking any notice of him. I was getting what I wanted – his hole. I was not going to prolong the tryst, however. Time was against us.

I had him bend over, so he could reach out up against the wall, Stella to his left, Fosters to his right. I pounded his hole so hard the bottles were rattling. He was struggling to get away but I had a firm hold of his waist, he was going nowhere. I was nearly there, about to shoot a load into him. He had waited for this load and I gave it to him. I flooded his ass, I was sure he was overflowing. He looked over his shoulder and said to me “Thanks, man, it's finally over:  you’ve had my poz cherry.”

The door buzzer brought us back to the real world. He pulled-off my still hard cock, yanked-up his jeans, and ran into the shop. I stayed where I was, praying it wasn’t his boss. It wasn’t, it was just some bloke wanting 10 Bensons and some king-sized Rizla. Obviously he had something planned. As did I!

The customer left and the boy came back out to see me. I was there, erect still, waiting for his ass to slide back on my cock – and I told him so. He dropped his jeans and reversed onto me. I needed to make a mess of his ass. I pounded away again, harder than before. I had the time now to really ram him and delay cumming, he really wasn’t expecting to be fucked that hard. This time he was pinned against the wall. My cock was deeply embedded in him, then all the way out then slammed back in. I was enjoying myself when the door buzzer sounded again, as a customer walked into the store. So much for the ‘Closed’ sign.

Again my bottom pulled his jeans up and went-out to handle the customer. I looked on the CCTV screen and noticed the customer was cute. I wondered if he wanted what my special gift. We’ll never know. The customer dispatched, my boy came back in the stock room, did what he knew he had to do, reversing onto my cock once again. I resumed ploughing him hard when the bloody shop door went again. Utterly exasperated, we both looked at the screen, but this time I saw what I was hoping to see. I said to him “Hope you don’t mind I invited a friend to join us.” In the front of the shop was my mate Jeff. I had telephoned him just as I left for the store, suggesting he might want to make it a three-way. Jeff had met the boy before, but they had played all rubbered-up.

Happily the boy was in agreement, and within seconds Jeff was in there, his piercing adding to the boys anal injuries. He shot a good hard load into the boy very quickly – the boy’s ass was so hot no-one could have lasted. Then it was time for Jeff to drag it out, do some proper damage, give the boy a good hard fucking he’d long remember. The buzzer sounded again, so I pulled my jeans up and went to serve the customer. Well, those few months when I worked at Thresher’s served me well. Jeff was doing what he does best but very quietly, I was selling an old lady a bottle of sherry. I suppose one could say Jeff was also serving the lad, albeit in a very different way.

It was time to put the 'Closed' sign up again for 10 minutes. Jeff was still balls-deep in the boy but they were laying on some boxes, Jeff on his back, the lad sitting on Jeff’s cock, leaning forward while sucking on Jeff’s nips. Now was the time to put move my second plan into action. I stripped-off my jeans, spat on my cock, and joined the two fuckers. Stepping between Jeff’s legs, I put the head of my cock next to Jeff’s and just shoved it right in. No mercy. The boy jumped up but Jeff stopped him from jumping up. There he was, wedged between two hung guys, his ass impaled on two fat pierced cocks. Two poz cocks in one neg boy’s hole.

As planned.

I merged these threads since it appears the posting of Sqwhirlly is a slight variation on the original posting.

Good story, Strangemagiclr. I've taken the liberty of moving it to Bug Chasing & Gift Giving Fiction section.

Oooh, this is one of mine! Really is fiction though.

Ha! Glad it finally made the rounds to be posted here, Poztony. The story, as I received it, was rather well written, and needed minimal editing. Nice job!

I was travelling on business, as always I try and find a local sauna for an evenings relaxation. The internet said there were several in town; I viewed all the sites but couldn't decide. I put my hotel's details into streetmap and found that which was closest.

I love sauna sex, its so nasty. Ok so i'm no looker, mid 30s and not the slimmest. But I got a fair sized cock and shoot a good load. A poz load, but i dont normally tell the guys I fuck. Or the boys I fuck. If they take raw cock then they know the score surely? But I always find an ass to breed, I don't look poz so no-one asks my status. If they do I normally lie. Especially if I'm out of town, i mean what are the chances of being recognized by someone online who's 250 miles away?

Anyway, tonight I found myself in Manchester – gay capital of the North. Home to the gay village and lots of sexually frustrated guys. I got a tram from my Travelodge into town, and walked along to Tariff Street and Basement Sauna. To get there I had to walk down Dale Street, and right past the place of some of my most fun times. Manchester Canal – used to be one of the sleaziest places I've been to, wander down the steps and along the toe path underneath the road and there it was, the sight of guys fucking and sucking. No matter what time it was, day or night there was fun to be had. From teen boys right through to leather clones they've all been there and done by me (and many others).

I resisted the temptation to walk down for a nostalgic wander, well it was more a case of preserving my energies. In the late 90s the commonwealth games came to Manchester and they decided it wasn't the done thing to have this area. So they bricked it up and put a floating walk way on the canal for those walking along the footpath. No cruising goes on there any more: a real shame.

Still, hopefully the sauna would make up for it. Looked good from the outside, but appearances can be deceptive. Once inside it was clean and tidy, the lad on the desk was hot, wonder if he gets a break and goes to play? It didn't look too busy, but it only takes one or two to make a great night. I put my towel on and went to look for the showers.

On the way there I passed a bear sat having a drink in the cafe area, and a skinny guy whose face looked a bit familiar to me. I showered down, whilst I might not be young any more, 6 hours a week at the gym has paid off and i'm looking quite trim now. The guys sure notice me more, thats certain! They also notice my cock with its 10mm prince albert piercing, the shaft is nice – thick and veiny, especially when you've popped a little blue pill like I have tonight. I don't need it, but it comes in handy when you plan on making the most of your out-of-town status. As I soaped my swelling cock, another guy slowly walked past the showers, having a good look as he passed. I took the opportunity to take a good look myself. He was quite hot, a bit older than myself and a nice goatee. I'll look out for him later. I get out of the shower and dry off, wrap up in the towel and go for a wander. As i've never been, its good to know the layout before you need to find a private room cause you've pulled.

It looks like a nice place, found the jacuzzi and sauna rooms first, then the steam room and onto the private areas. I've made my mental notes, now its time to find some fun.

First off for a soak in the jacuzzi. I know some guys dont like it, sitting there in dirty bath water. Well I'm dirty inside so outside wont make a lot of difference. All alone in there, I take five minutes to relax and enjoy letting the bubbles wash over me. As I sit there with my eyes closed I feel the water move and look to see I've been joined by the goatee guy I had seen earlier. He came and sat right next to me, so I knew the score. His right hand was on my leg within seconds of him sitting down, then it was moving up to my groin. The Viagra meant that as soon as I got some sort of stimulation I'm hard as nails. Mr Goatee guy feels it and makes an audible groan. I reciprocate, reach over and feel his cock. While it's an OK size, it's not anywhere near as big as mine and I wouldn't say mine was big. Poor him. We play with each other's cock for a few minutes and I reach over to play with his nipples. He decides he's not up for that, and removes his hand from my Viagra hard cock. Two seconds later and he's up and gone. Oh well. Gives me more time to relax before hunting for an ass to fuck. I stretch a bit in the water and catch a glimpse of someone walk past, though couldn't see properly just what it was like. Will try and find out in a moment I think to myself as I get out of the water, my erect cock sticking out ahead of me in an obscene manner. I hide it with my towel but it shows off quite well through the terry cotton material.

I wander down into the private areas. There were a few doors closed and in the cinema area there were seven guys. None particularly hot, but then again none were particularly ugly either. I joined them and caught a few minutes of the film. It was an unusual choice, “Daddy's teenage turnon” was the title and it's a very good film, it features one of my favourite men, Titpig, fucking the cunt out of a teenage boy. Lovely. Just a shame it's all safe on it, but I doubt they'd release a film with a pozfucker like Steve “Titpig” Hurley breeding a twink. Still I'm sure they'd sell plenty of copies if they did one. Though not on the acting skills of the younger performers. To say it's wooden is an understatement. But when they're on their backs with Daddy cock in them its all good.

Just as I'm watching the film, he walks in. The person I saw walk past as I was in the jacuzzi. He was hot, late teens, stocky build and around my height. Something about him was familiar but I couldn't fathom why. I knew I had to have him, we had to recreate our own Daddy's teenage turnon right here and now. Except that I wouldn't care about his wooden acting and he would be taking my poz cock raw. That wasn't up for negotiation.

I look across at him and he looks back but shows little interest. Oh well, I'll go for a wander and see if I can get his attention. My cock's magnificent hardness had died down but still padded-out my towel. Now I was getting his attention alright. I left the room and he followed me. Game on. I wander down the corridor to one of the private rooms. I go in, he walks past then wanders off. Fucking prick tease was my immediate thought. I waited, just in case, for him to return. And he did, with a condom and lube in his hand. I felt deflated when I saw the rubber but I was gonna make the best of it anyway.

He stood by the door, as if looking for an invitation so i gave my now hard cock a squeeze and that told him all he needed to know. He came in and closed the door behind him. He was really quite hot, mid blond hair in an almost “flattop” style, a bit of facial fuzz. Pierced ear and eyebrow led me to hope for something else pierced. Don't get me wrong, I'm a top but I'm the sort of top who'll suck cock and eat ass. The sort of top who loves to lick sweaty balls and armpits. The sort of top who likes to breed young lads. Just like this one.

He was looked a bit uneasy, so I decided 'careful aggression' would be effective. I moved over to him and started to tweak his nipples which made him go weak at the knees. I led him to the bed and led him down, then went exploring. He just seemed to comply without any further thought. I opened his towel and took hold of his painfully hard cock. I cupped his balls so I could get a look at his boycunt. It looked nice and hairy and definitely well used, though not tonight yet. All he could do was moan in enjoyment while I was manhandling his boy equipment.

I climbed onto the bed and took his cock into my mouth, right to the root in one go. It was a pleasant cock, around six inches long at a guess but I hadn't brought my tape measure along! Uncut with a foreskin that was best described as nondescript. Not baggy, not tight it was just a foreskin. I skinned his cock back, hoping there might be a little bit of cheese in there. Sadly I was disappointed but you rarely get twink cock with cheese these days.

He was bucking his hips, forcing his cock deeper into my throat, groaning wildly as he did. I also had hold of his balls and guessed they were getting ready to shoot their load. I had to get my head off his cock and turn my attention to his ass, these boys are normally gone into the night once they've emptied their load. So I got off and took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of sex and sweat in the little room. He looked most upset that I'd left him that way and went to jerk himself off. “Later” I said and removed his hands. He took the hint and did not return to tossing himself off. He relaxed as I went down on him, tonguing the whole package: his hole, his balls and his shaft. He apparently loved the treatment his hairy lovenuts were getting. And I was loving the musky smell they were giving off, so we were both happy.

I got down off the bed and knelt down, I dragged him round so i could get a decent bit of access to his hairy boyhole. I pulled his cheeks apart and tongued that lovely hole. There's no better taste than a moist shithole. I used all my strength to get my tongue even deeper in him, to really taste what this boy was like on the inside, to open him right up and get his boycunt lubed and ready for what i had planned. He loved being done to him, judging by the groans of pleasure and the heavy breathing I was hearing. Just how I like it.

He went to play with his cock again, again I swatted his hands off it. Time to change tactic. I left my target alone and got on the bed, straddling him, his hard cock almost at my hole. Teasing me and teasing him. I leaned over and kissed him. Not a peck, but a proper sloppy kiss. Well,that was my intention, but he wouldn't open up to me - at least not initially. I ran my finger along his lips and slipped it into his mouth, which he opened wide for. His eyes were wide, deep blue wide eyes. Like a stunned puppy caught chewing the sofa, he seemed to be absolutely petrified of me, yet massively turned on, judging by the hard cock trying to make its way into my near virginal hole. I moved my lips to his again, this time he left his mouth open and accepted my deep kissing. He started joining in, his facial fur rubbing against mine adding to the moment.

I ran my fingers through his lovely soft hair as we kissed, rubbed his neck and investigated his wonderful defined jawline before I finally came up for air. Enough foreplay, now was the time. I whispered into his ear “I'm gonna fuck you!” His eyes opened even wider and he reached over for the Liquid Silk lube and the Boys Own condom. One was gonna get used, the other wasn't. I whispered into his ear again. “RAW only.” He shook his head. I asked him what was wrong, he struggled to get the words “fuck me safely” out. I whispered “I don't do safe, raw or nothing” and prepared to leave. He was clearly torn, worried that I'd leave him left there, high and dry without a cock deep in him, but yet uneasy about taking it bare. I was standing at the door, my towel in hand, my back to him when I heard him say “don't go, please fuck me.” I dropped my towel and reached for the lube. He summoned the courage to ask “please pull out, don't cum in me.” "Ok" I replied, knowing full well I had no intention to do that.

I told him to roll over and get on all fours. Thankfully as he was my height his ass was at the right level for my poz cock to penetrate. I got on the bed and clamped my face to his hole again, trying my hardest to get as much natural lubrication into the boy. His moans were getting louder and louder but didn't care, there's nothing wrong with noisy sex. I licked a digit and fingered his hole. Fuck, he was tight. This was going to be fun. I took the Liquid Silk and ripped the corner off with my teeth, then scrunched the corner into a point. I poked this into his hole. Two reasons for this, First, it means he's well lubed from deep inside and second, the sachet has some nice sharp edges and can do some damage all of its own. I squeezed about one-third of the gel into his ass, and then trickled some along my achingly hard cock. I tossed the lube aside and rubbed the white cum like liquid into my deathstick.

Now was the time, I told him to take a deep breath and rubbed the cold steel of my PA along his hole. He shivered and I edged forward, an inch of my pozcock was now in his hole. He was moaning but I think it was more in pain that pleasure. I continued to slide in, very slowly though – much more slowly than normal. He was getting used to the invading member and seemed to be backing on to me now. I took this as my cue, and went in to the root. This took his breath away but he was ok with it. He didn't try and get off me. He turned round and I swear there was a tear in his eye. “Please go easy, this is my first time. And make sure you pull out.”

Fuck, I'd pulled a virgin who let a poz guy go in bare! I made a mental note to get a lottery ticket on my way home, it really was my lucky day.

My poz cock was all the way in his body. He was becoming accustomed to my girth and length, so time came to go in hard. I pulled all the way out and realised whoever sent this lad to me made his virgin hole bleed all over my cock too! And not just a streak of blood, a fucking gush. His hole was being lubed with his blood. The room was all sticky, the smell was of shit, blood and sex. The best smells in the world. There was no way i was going to hold out while using this one, much as I'd have loved to make this fuck last for an hour or more.

I got him to lie flat on the bed, his cock trapped painfully between him and the bed. I'll sort that out later on. Now I had one sole purpose in life. To cum inside that cute twink's boycunt and bring another pozzie into the fold. I said “You ok, boy?” He said “Yeah, I guess I'll be fine.” He didn't know the half of it. I knew I was close, I had to practise my technique. I call it sliding a load out. I don't know if its got a proper term, but it's when you fuck and pump seed into the bottom but the tempo of your fuck gives him no idea that you've bred him. You then apologise and tell him you couldn't cum. Hehe.

And here it was, I'm at a rapid pace, my poz cock is flying in and out of his hole and then I feel the trickle of my toxic seed out of my balls and along my cock. Into his hole, and courtesy of the blood straight into his bloodstream. He'll have no idea what has happened 'til he's gone into the night and I'm back home. Then a few weeks later he'll get the fuck flu and just think he's caught a bug. It's only after a few years he'll test and realise he was bred. And by then he'll have no idea who did it. But I will. I'd love to tell him. Tell him the cock that took his cherry also took his life too.

I kept fucking, knowing i was really working that seed deep into him. He said “I cant take much more,” so I pulled out and said I'd save my cum for someone else later. He said “cool” and flipped over. I took his cock deep in my mouth and deep throated him til he flooded my throat with his seed. He was almost yelling at me in enjoyment. It did taste nice and there was lots of it. If he turns top that'll be good seed for breeding with.

I got off and put my towel on, he said “thanks, that was great.” I said “the pleasure is all mine” and left the room. I went and showered while he just went and got dressed and left.

When I was in the shower the skinny guy from earlier came over and asked if I had had fun. I said yeah. He told me he'd been looking over the top of the partition and saw me fucking the kid really hard. He told me I was a lucky cunt and asked me if I'd bred him. I played innocent and said “how do you mean bred?” He said “I know who you are and what you do. Breed boys. I'm jealous you got to him first, or I'd have done the same.”

We exchanged details in the cafe and went back to finding some fun. Sadly no other nice lads in, so I left shortly after.

Striding through town on my way back to the tram, it occurred to me who the kid was. Another one who's profile I'd seen. It was Gazdragon from BNSkin. Nice. Wonder if he really knew who I was? Oh well, I'm sure he'll find my profile someday and really fuck his head up. Sweet.

At the tubs last night, I entered the orgy/dark area and noticed a poz bud playing with a hot, built guy, so I joined them for some sucking and kissing, and ended-up sitting and holding the hot guy while my poz mate rimmed his hole.

“Fuck, no one has ever done that before!” he whispered to me.  I kissed him deeply and asked if he liked being fucked, knowing what was coming. “I’ve only ever been fucked once, it hurt like hell."

“How come?” I asked.

“I’m straight, only ever been here once before.  My girlfriend would kill me,” he replied as his tongue moved back into my mouth.  My poz bud, meanwhile, had commenced sliding his well-lubed fingers into the straight boy's ass, occasionally rubbing his cock on the straight-boy’s hole every now.  After a few such hints the straight-boy quietly asked me “Is he gonna fuck me?  Should I get a condom?”

“Just relax and enjoy it, mate.  Here, suck on my cock.  It will take your mind off your ass while he slides in."

By now the straight boy and I weren’t whispering because I wanted my poz bud to know it was okay to slide on in. The straight guy tensed up as his hole was forced open.  "Fuck that hurts,” he remarked.

"It will be okay," I replied, adding “he’ll hold there until you get used to it.”  Which my bud in fact did.  I meanwhile re-positioned myself so I was on my back, my legs in the air, and presented my ass saying "Lick my hole while he pounds yours.”  Apparently straight-boy was only too happy to do.

I let him rim me for a while before moving back to holding him while he sucked my pole.  I could only just see in the darkness but I felt as much as I saw my poz bud unload in the straight-boy’s hole and I pushed my cock down his throat as I felt it.  My poz bud asked "Swap?”  I moved around behind the straight-boy.

“You aren’t gonna fuck me too are you?” he asked looking over his shoulder as I lined-up my dick.

“Yep, I sure am,” I smiled back.

“You guys are turning me into a complete slut!  Go slow, you are way bigger than his cock."

“Of course,” I replied, sliding in to his ass no slower than I normally would.

He grunted under me remarking "Damn, I can’t take it all!”

“Yes you can” I said and I pushed him down from doggie to flat on his gut and really started pounding him.  My cock was really well lubed from the spit and the poz load already in his guts.  He was still really tight and the feeling was amazing but I wanted to fuck him for a while, hoping other guys would come and watch his conversion.  As it turned out it was a slow night and it was just me, my poz bud and the straight-boy the whole time.  My straight-boy was moaning and groaning and really enjoying it, he even started pushing up to meet my thrusts.

After about 10 minutes of hard pumping I pushed in deep, grunted and planted my own toxic seed in his belly.  I collapsed, laying on his back for a couple of minutes before I rolled onto my side, all the time holding his beautifully built body tight against my own, kissing his neck and caressing his tits.  My poz bud got down and started sucking straight-boy’s cock and it didn’t take him long to blow.  My now soft, poz dick slid out of his well fucked hole in the process.  My poz bud came up and shared straight-boy’s sperm with the two of us as we shared a three-way kiss-and-cuddle.  

Five minutes later we were all in the showers chatting and washing each other, still enjoying the afterglow of a hot fuck session.

The straight-boy said he had to go and headed to the change area. I held up my hand to my poz bud and he hi-5’d me as we both started grinning. “Reckon we got him?’ my poz bud asked.

“Don’t know” I replied, “but either way, he’ll be back.”

Nicely written, GoodExercise. Thanks for posting.

I got home late and my roommate had been taken a few too many Ambien, and started to tell me about a guy who wanted to take photographs of various items in my roommate's ass. I deduced they have some kind of text/sex cel phone relationship. Having gotten all worked-up, my roomie had inserted a wine bottle up his cunt, as well as a long dildo with a fat head that measures 14 inches in length. But all his phone video looked like shit, so I offered to take a movie with my MiniDV.

After a lot of his wandering around the apartment high and completely naked (he has a really hot little ass) he finally appeared with the dildo in his hand. We laid a towel over a chair and he proceeded to sit his cunt down on that whole big rubber cock. He fucked himself with it for a while and then let it pop out, and it was covered in lube, butt juice, and goo. Got me hard. Now, we didn't have a sexual relationship, but we were two guys sharing a two bedroom apartment, so it was not particularly unusual to catch glimpses of each other naked, but I had never watched him impale himself on a huge dildo, so this was a treat.

I don't know if he got more Ambien in him or what, but he started to act freaky, and I didn't want him wandering around the apartment, so I threw back the covers and pulled him next to me in the bed. He clutched my arm and literally passed out in a matter of minutes, sound asleep, deeply unconscious, his back towards me. After a few minutes, I turned off the light on my side of the bed, wondering what to do, but I was hard as a fucking rock. So I reached down with my free hand and felt-up his cunt. I was curious to see if he was still lubed, and how far I could go. Sure enough, he was thoroughly lubed and he also seemed oblivious to my exploration, so I spat on my cock, spooned him, and slid my cock up into his hole.

He's a snotty fag boy who works in a high fashion retailer. A lot of guys wanna hit that ass on a daily basis, and many of them do, but he makes them wear a condom. I know, because he tells me about all his trysts, but last night with the thought of barebacking him, without his consent, turned me on so much I came in his cunt quite quickly. I could feel my cock throb as it spewed it's cum into his hole. It felt like it was twice its normal length and width as, with each throb, another big, ropey shot of my poz cum took root. I left it in there for a while and then went to the other bedroom where I slept soundly until morning.

He woke up and asked what he was doing in my bed. I told him that he had flopped onto my bed at some point, and rather than awaken him, I just let him sleep. Of course I left out the part about filling his faggot cunt full of my liquid cum. I bet it squirts out of him the first time he farts at work today while selling those suits.

I'm a biker living in London UK, and I've discovered three major ways of pozzing up unsuspecting negs. Thought I'd share my techniques with you blokes.

The first I discovered by accident when I was fucking a guy and the condom broke. I said I was sorry, and I was, but later the memory made me smile. Sometime later when I was doing another guy, and the condom broke when I was putting it on, but I decided to fuck him without his knowledge the condom would not provide any protection. I felt guilty and horny as hell at the same time. Then I started pricking the rubbers in their packets, so that when I started fucking, they'd split, but through experience I learned this technique didn't reliably work, so using embroidering scissors, I would carefully cut open the packets, remove the condoms and snip a bit off the tip. Then I would roll it back up and slide it back into the packet. Then I would look for guys who are into safer sex only. I've done hundreds of guys using this method over the years.

The second method is more work, but more fun. I chat up negs on-line who want to bareback with other negs, saying I had tested neg the month before, claiming I only top, and I'm neg. Occasionally when I've met-up with such guys, they ask for documentation showing my status, so I made-up a fake report on my computer, and printed it on letterhead that looks like that of the local STD clinic. In addition, I tell them I will pull-out before shooting. Of course I never do. It's much easier to apologize than to get permission. For that matter, there are ample guys into being fucked by a guy in bike leathers and crash helmet, so I dress the part, at least the first time around. On second and subsequent 'dates' I may get more intimate, smiling, and kissing passionately. I do my best to blow at least five loads in such guys, and even stay in touch with them long enough to see if they convert. I think I've used this technique on about 20 guys over the years. To the best of my knowledge, about 19 of the guys converted. When they tell me they've tested poz I act shocked and say I will get tested immediately. I love chat rooms: the other guy can't see the smile on my face.

The third method is the most dangerous and the hottest. A biker mate and I were cruising Hamstead Heath, London's cruising area. We were desperate to breed a neg bottom. We wandered about 'till we saw a cute young Asian guy. He was a bit drunk. I think it was his first time on the heath. We smiled, said hello, and led him to a quiet part of the heath. I started kissing him while my mate pulled down his pants, and pinned him to the ground, and using just spit for lube, raped his ass. I held him down and pushed his face into the mud to stop him screaming. When my mate finished, it was my turn. After we both finished we both pissed on him and told him we were HIV positive. We left him there, sobbing, soaked in piss, with our poz loads in his cunt. I still get a hard on thinking about it.

Before going to Man's Country the other night, went by Manhandler's. Hadn't been there in a while and, for a Thursday, it was jumping. Plenty of blowjobs and necking, but I wanted more. As I was wearing leather chaps, vest, and a harness, it was easy enough to just bend over to get things going.

Someone came up behind me and wet my hole pretty good. It was some husky black guy with a rope hangin' down halfway to his knees. He must have been turned on by my ass just hangin' out like that for all to see. He got it nice and juicy before he inched his uncut, huge cock up my hole. Luckily his foreskin moving around my chute made things much more comfortable than it might have been, because tonight was an exception. I rarely get fucked; maybe twice in three years. Got the poppers out and inhaled deeply, getting pounded pretty good within seconds of penetration.

He pushed my torso flat on one of those picnic tables and really went to town. We attracted a crowd who decided to feel if he was fucking me bare (which he was), pinching my nipples, and generally getting off on the scene. He had no intention of cumming too fast, just keeping the motion even with a little sideways action to break up the monotony, but eventually he picked up speed, finally blowing a huge, lubricating load up my ass. Excellent!

Without even touching myself I shot onto the side of the table. I lay there for a bit, spent, and hoped no one else would try and break me in. I was breathing hard and sweating in that fucking leather on such a humid night. I saw a friend was checking me out from across the court and just shook his head, smiling with approval. Fuck I love sluts! Standing up, I repositioned my cock back into my jockstrap and went to the head to wash up. Eventually I had another beer and wandered around the back area again and was surprised to see my 'man' was up and ready to go again.

I wasn't feeling it, but submitted and took another workout with him unable to come since it was more than likely just "deadwood." He whispered something about coming back to his place for an all-nighter, I was with a running buddy. We were ready to get one last drink at the Eagle before going upstairs to MC. The bar was relatively quiet with not much going on, so we booked after only one beer apiece and taking each of us taking a good hit off of a borrowed joint. We then headed upstairs to MC, checked in and started prowling the halls, but not a lot was going on there either. Checking out the pig pen downstairs, there were some reliable holes to come consider, but decided to check out the entire place before blowing a load in an anonymous cum slut.

Too many dudes hiding in the shadows in most of the rooms for me to indulge. Don't get me wrong, I can fuck and 'cum' in anything, but I like to see it too. Went back downstairs and hopped on some fat ass pussyboy who swallowed my cock up his chute as easy as you please. He started bucking up at me so it didn't take long for me to blow my second load of the night, this time in his hole. My buddy wasn't too thrilled with the choices, so so we left at 3:00 A.M. Getting too fucking old to be running the streets like that anyway. Dropped him off and made it home without incident.

If you need a tour of MC or SW, drop me a line. Might host another bareback party at a local hotel after Pride. I'm sure all the City will be hopping at that time of the year. Any thoughts? Happy raw fucking, guys!