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Went to the college in Sacramento today for a little anon action. One of the bathrooms is a perfect L design with the stalls at the far end and double doors that alert you when someone's cumming in. The smell in there gets me hard and jackin' right away. After waiting for about five minutes, the doors opened and someone wearing converse sneakers entered the stall next to me. After a few I tap. He tapped moments later. I looked under to see pure ivory legs leading up to a fat 8 inch blood red cock dripping with precum. I motioned for him to shove it under the stall and he sat on the floor of the stall in a heartbeat, and slid his legs and pelvis under the partition. After a few frigs I went to the task and started to suck him off. He must have been really horny cuz he was dripping like a faucet. Tasted real good, when I heard him ask if I liked to get fucked. He didn't have to ask twice. I turned around and sat on it before he had a chance to provide a condom. He started moaning at the feel of my ass milking him. I wanted his load real bad. We were so into it that neither one of us heard someone else come into the bathroom. I suddenly heard someone tell him to fuck me harder and I then saw the newcomer looking through the crack of the stall. I leaned over and opened the door to see a hot Greek guy with a real mean looking cock. He was jacking it like mad, so I motioned him to enter the stall, facing me, so I could blow him. He was pumping my throat while my ass was being plowed good under the stall. The guy fucking me suddenly gripped my hips tight and let out deep moan as he filled my guts with his seed. I have no idea what he looked like, but he quickly enough extracted himself from my ass and was out of of there. I was preparing to take the Greek guy's cock back down my throat when he gestured for me to get to my feet. Complying, he spun me around and began to feel-up my hole. He clearly liked the feel of the cum oozing out, because he said he wanted to add some more cum. My kind of guy. He wasn't gentle and just slammed it in balls deep while calling me a fucking slut whore cumpig. Telling me my ass was made to be bred by whoever wants it. After about ten minutes of hard pounding he gave me his jizz as well. As he zipped up he smirked, and told me to enjoy his cum - and he was gone. I sat back on the toilet in a daze hoping someone else would come in, but no such luck. I sprayed a load on the toilet paper dispenser and called it a day.

It's been more than a year now and I've been experimenting with bareback sex. I consider myself versatile. I love skin on skin and nothing in between. Guys seem to accept that no one uses condoms anymore. I have eliminated it totally within the course of the year and rightly so. Besides, that hype about HIV or Std. doesn't apply to me. Especially in my rural location. Though it's hard to hook up with guys willing to bareback. It was time to expand my territory. I ended up having to travel a good hour to the big city. I found a couple bars or a bath house to try to make hook ups. I even get on the Internet and check things out. Though my profile specifically says I only play safe, I always manage to chat with guys in the conversion scene. It was always intriguing to me that someone would be willing to accept a poz converting. I was just naturally curious and faked my way into the discussion, suggesting I was a a individual. On this particular evening, I chatted with a guy that gave me directions to an address. I pulled up to a warehouse. Did I have the wrong directions? Well, I came all this way and I was going to find out. Perhaps someone converted the warehouse to a cool house. I ventured to the door and peered inside. There were lights on inside. "Hello! Anyone here!" No answer. I sheepishly ventured forward into a grand lobby. Admiring the unique architecture, I looked around, and kept following the path of lights to the stairwell. The upper floor had wood planks on the walls, floors and ceilings - there were no lights whatsoever in the rooms, just from what was coming through the windows from the street lights outside. Then I heard a door slide and latch shut. "Hello! Who's there?" Nothing but silence. Then I heard shuffle sounds coming closer to me. I had my hands in my pocket and grabbed for the only thing...my keys. I was ready to do some serious damage if I needed to. Man, my heart was beating. The adrenaline was really flowing. The noise came closer and I could barely make out dark figures sanding at a distance around me. They were shadows that sucked the surrounding light into their bodies. Still, there was silence. I was distracted to one area of more figures heading toward me. I could make out any details. I froze not knowing what to do. My thoughts of running and breaking the line. I also had the thought that I was a goner and going to end up in the nearby river. One dark figure game forward. He was wearing a dark outfit. His face was covered except for his eyes. It was creepy! "Welcome! Glad you could make it!" And at that point two of the dark figures grabbed me from behind and held me in place. I wasn't going anywhere. They were quick to bind my hands and a blind fold cover placed around my eyes. I still could see through some it as I was escorted to the dimly dark area of the room. I still was trembling and fearful of my uncertain outcome. "You know why you are here brother! We are to the brotherhood that will convert you. Your presence has affirmed you are willing to accept a poz way of life. "No! All I wanted was to have a three way bareback sex!" There was silence. I felt groping hands brush up against me from all sides. There tweaking my chest nipples and rubbing against my limp cock. I felt hands to the back of my ass. I was trembling and scared. Who was doing this to me and how can I get out of this situation was going through my mind. "Relax! We won't hurt you. But you are here for one reason and that is to convert your ass." At that moment I was moved to a bench. And then I felt my clothes being ripped off with a sharp implement. It was a knife cutting through my good shirt. Hands reached around my waste and was opening my jeans and pulling them down around my ankles. I heard some groaning and felt hand on my body. I was pushed ford to bend on this wood bench. My hands were released and I was able to stretch them and prop myself forward. There was a firm grasp around my neck holding me face down. It was uncomfortable. And then it started to happen. They were spitting on me. In particular, my ass. War spit was running down the crack of my ass and dripping down my legs. My ass cheeks were spread open and one of the dark figures cock was placed against my asshole. I was pleading at this point to please stop. That it was a mistake. And, then I felt it. My unclean ass was violated by a cock that I can only describe as thick and massive. I yelled out in pain. It shoved into my ass with a steady thrust. It stayed in me for about a minute. I was very uncomfortable. "Please, stop!" I was being raped. And then it began to happen. The mammoth cock was sliding in and out of my hole and tearing my insides. Why was it hurting so? I think he had a pierced cock or something that was scraping my insides. At this time, I was getting used to the feel of my abductor's cock inside my ass, so I decided to relax and stop struggling. I pushed my ass out to meet the trust of his forward jabs into my ass. At that moment the one holding me down shoved amy torn shirt under my face while the dark figure fucking me held me down. For every action he thirsted forward; I would was meet by my lifting my ass and pushing back. He pulled out as abruptly as he shoved inside me. I was hoping it was over with. Then I felt a cock head rub against my ass hole. I heard more spitting and I felt the shaft of a cock pushing into my ass hole. I enveloped his raw cock with my ass as he pushed into my inner gut. This was definitely someone different fucking my ass. He was relentless and kept a steady pace at jabbing his cock into me. And then I felt something. It was warm and wet. I think he just came inside my ass. It was tainted cum pumped into my ass! He pulled out and another cock replaced his position as quickly as he pulled out. I was definitely being rapped. I started to feel comfortable at this point and I let out a verbal "yeah, fuck my ass." He quickly was sliding in and out of my hole with vigor. The tempo was replaced by one hard push into my ass and a moaning sound. He was dumping his load into my ass. When he pulled out he pulled out some cum that was dripping to my lower crack and balls. The next guy scooped it with his fingers and lubed his cock up. He quickly shoved his cock into my sloppy hole and like the guy before him, let out a delightful moan. He was different in tempo and size. I was now very comfortable getting fucked and verbalized it loudly. The group continued to fuck and deposit their loads into my ass. I must admit. it felt great and I was eager to take each and every one of them. The dozen or so dark figures left my ass pumped full of creamy thick cum. A voice was whispered into my ear and welcoming me to the brotherhood. I was left there groping to find my clothing. I put on my pants and grabbed what I assumed to be my torn shirt, stumbling out to my car. When I got into the relatively bright street lights, I realized the clothing I was wearing was not that I had worn when I entered the warehouse - I was wearing black trousers, and the shirt in my hands was also black. The uniform of the brotherhood. Further contact with the brotherhood has led me down the path to becoming one of the donors when a ritual conversion is to be undertaken. I am honored to be on call and help make a difference. I am a brother among the two dozen guys or so who meet for special poz gifting deserving individuals. The camaraderies is special, and continues to grow. Perhaps we will see you in the ranks!

Nothing gets me hotter than getting partied up and getting my hole bred anonymously. Feeling a strange guy behind me, rubbing his dick against my hole, pushing it in while I snort poppers... then feeling him dump his load inside my butt, his hot cum breeding my ass - fuck ! First time I ever did it, I was playing with a guy I hooked with online. He'd come over, we were making out and smoking some t when he admitted his fantasy would be to watch a guy get fucked anonymously while he just watched. I'm pretty uninhibited anyway, and the t only enhances it, so I agreed. We started looking online for a guy and it didn't take long, found a guy nearby who was into the scene. My buddy swapped pics with him, but I didn't look at them, so it would be totally anon for me. This was a couple years ago, I was 35, 6' tall, 185, good build, with a tight, round butt. My voyeur buddy was 33 or 34, 6'2, dark haired with a sexy hairy chest and a nice 8 inch dick. The scene was that we'd buzz the guy in my building and leave the apartment door open. I was on my bed, face down, wearing leather chaps, harness and my leather cap. My bud was sitting in the far corner of the bedroom, naked & jacking his dick. BB porn was on the screen. Otherwise the apartment was dark. About 20 minutes later the door buzzer rang, and my bud buzzed the guy in, cracked the apartment door and then came back into the bedroom and took his seat to watch the show. A couple minutes later I heard the apartment door open and close, then heard footsteps coming toward the bedroom door, stopping just outside in the living room. "Fuck, hot!", the guy said, and I heard him start to strip off, kicking his shoes off, unzipping his jeans. Then I felt him get on the bad next to me, and he ran his hand over my ass, stroking it slowly. I reached over to my night stand and grabbed my pipe and torch, lighting it as I put the pipe to my lips. I took a big hit then handed the pipe over my shoulder to our new friend. "Fuck, yeah", he said, and took it from me. I heard him take a hit then he tapped my shoulder and handed it back to me as he straddled me, sitting on my thighs, resting his dick against my butt. I took another quick hit then set the pipe back on the night stand. He started rubbing my butt with his hands, stroking them up my back, and I felt his dick starting to get bigger and harder as he stroked it between my cheeks. I was getting very turned on by this, much more than I thought I would. I started to raise my ass up some, pushing up against his hard dick. "Yeah", he said, "You wanna get fucked ?". I pushed my ass up again "Yeah, fuck my hole man, Gimme that big dick". He started pushing his dick against my hole, teasing me with the head. It started feeling slick, so I knew he was precumming, which only made me hornier for his dick. I grabbed the lube and poppers from the night, handing the lube to him over my shoulder, then I opened the poppers and snorted away, getting that head rush from them that I like so well. I heard the lube cap snap open and then shut, then the bottle dropped onto the bad next to my leg as he started rubbing his lubed hand in between my butt cheeks, darting his fingers into my hole. Then he started pushing one finger in deep, and I pushed back, taking it all the way in. He pushed in another finger, then a third as I moaned. "Want my dick, doncha?" he asked as I rode his fingers, opening my hole. "Yeah, man, gimme that dick, fuck me!" I took another snort from the poppers as he withdrew his fingers and pushed his dickhead against my hole. I let out the popper breath and pushed my ass back against his dick, feeling the head sink in just enough - oh fuck, it felt so good just poking into my hole. I felt the guy shudder a bit as he felt the heat of my ass through his dick, then he started pushing it in. Thank god I'd hit the poppers, he was thick, and the poppers helped to relax me enough to open up for him. When he hit bottom he just stayed there for a moment, then he grabbed onto my hips and leaned in next to my ear "Gonna fuck you, man, gonna breed your ass!" Well, that was all I needed, "Yeah, stud, do it, breed my hole!" He pulled his dick from my ass, leaving only the head inside, then slowly sank it back in. I spread my legs some, pushing my butt up some for him, so I could take all that thick meat. He started really fucking me, stroking his dick in and out of my hole, getting more and more verbal as he plowed away at my ass. "Yeah man, fucking your hole raw, gonna shoot my load in your ass man, gonna breed you, you want that ?" I took another hit of poppers and started in with the verbal myself "Yeah, man, fuck my ass, big fucking stud dick in my hole man, yeah, breed my hole man, knock me up man!" The hot exchange went back and forth between us as he plowed away at my ass. I was so turned on by this point - I was getting fucked by a guy I'd never even seen, he was in me raw and getting ready to shoot his cum in me. I was getting harder and harder, my dick was rubbing against the sheet as he fucked me, my precum slicking the sheet beneath me. But all good things must end - he started breathing heavier, and pounding harder into me. "Aw, gonna shoot man, you gonna take my load ?" "Fuck yeah !", I groaned, "Do it, shoot man, gimme your load - cream my hole!". Right then he groaned, pushed as far into me as he could and let his load rip through his dick into my ass. I pushed my ass up even further, he was shaking as he shot, his breath in gasps as he unloaded in my raw butt. After a minute or so he calmed down and relaxed his grip on my waist. I felt his dick start to soften inside me, and he slowly slid out of me. He drew a deep breath, leaned back and landed a playful smack on my butt. "Fucking sweet hole man, thanks!". I took a deep breath as well, and let myself relax, settle down on the bed. "Yeah, thanks man, hot fuck. You've got a great dick man!" He patted my butt again and got up from the bed. "Bathroom?" he asked, and I told him where it was. After he walked out I turned to look at my first playmate - he was sitting there in the dark, his legs were spread and he was stroking his rock hard dick. I shot a quick grin at him, then turned my head back just before the other guy came back and started getting dressed. As I heard him pull his clothes & shoes on, I was enjoying the warm, wet feeling of his load inside my ass. "Thanks man, gotta split" was all he said, then I heard his footsteps heading toward the apartment door, then the sound of the door opening and closing. Right then the first guy got up from the chair and went to make sure the door was locked. As he did I took the pipe, lit up and took another big hit. I was still holding the smoke as he ran back into the bedroom and jumped on the bed next to me. I turned my head to kiss him, shotgunning the smoke to him as we kissed. He held it for moment then released it, getting on top of me as he did. He grabbed the lube bottle, snapping the cap open. I set the pipe down, grabbed the poppers and took a big snort as he lubed up. Then I felt his dick against my wet, just fucked hole, and I pushed back onto him, my ass opening up and taking him deep. "Oh fuck!" he moaned as he sank into me. He started to fuck me, pushing in and out, breathing hard. He only lasted about 10 or 12 strokes when he groaned and pushed all the way in. I felt him spasm on top of me as he unloaded, adding his cum to the other load in my butt. "Oh fuck", he said,"Couldn't hold it, I had to shoot! So hot, watching him breed you!". I turned my head and leaned up to kiss him. He reached down to stroke my dick, only to find that I'd shot also "Yeah'" I said, "I shot when you came, I couldn't hold it either !" He and I partied a bit more, then he fucked me again, this time lasting longer, plowing my cum lubed hole real good, and adding a third load. Before he left he asked me if wanted to know what my anonymous top looked like. I declined, as the whole scene had gotten me so turned on. In my imagination, the guy was a total hot stud, he sure felt like it at least ! Since then I've gotten more and more into anonymous hookups. I do swap pics with the guys, at least body pics, I want to have some idea who I'm letting into my home and hole. But otherwise its anonymous, and damn hot ! I'll write up a couple of my other hot experiences later if anybody wants to read them.

It was a Tuesday at Clubhouse II. They call it leather night, although I didn't see very many men wearing leather. This time my room was in the back hall corner. I started by popping a couple Xanax and having a stiff drink, just to loosen up. The first guy came over from the room next to mine. He sucked my cock and licked my asshole a bit. Then I sucked him, finding his cock to be somewhat small. Now, my cock is only about six and one-half inches, but I need my tops to be seven inches or more. If a cock is six and one-half inches and REEEAAAAL thick I might the top fuck me, but this guy didn’t measure-up, so I gave him the 'just got here' routine. Yeah, I know it was bad form. Guess I need to be punished. I opened my door and lay on my stomach on the bed, with my ass facing the door, a pillow under my crotch. I have been successful with this position in earlier visits to the bathhouse, and hoped I would again. Bingo - it worked again. The first guy was kinda chubby, but I didn't care if a top was a bit overweight - if only 'cause I'm not perfect, but this guy was more than a couple pounds. Still, I was so horny by this time I let him try to pry open my tight hole. After he got his cock in I realized that his cock didn't look as big because his belly was hiding a little bit of his cock. He felt about seven inches and THICK! He fucked me on my knees for ten minutes or so, all the time making virtually no noise, while I spurred him on saying "C,mon, fill my asshole with your hot cum...fuck my hole and seed me." Thinking he was not gonna seed me, I was getting ready to boot him out, but as I tried to pull off his cock he grabbed my hips exclaiming "Fuck no!" He started to fuck me fast and I could feel his cock get thicker...slam! He blew a huge fuckin’ load in my hole. As he slipped his cock out, I felt my now-loosened hole with my fingers and felt gobs of cum oozing out. Now I was getting warmed up. After a good fuck I usually have a drink, so, having brought a bottle of rum and a bottle of coke, I made myself a drink and down it. I've found a drink or two keep me flying since I don't use narcotics. Part of me wouldn't mind if a sneaky top slid me something to make me a total whore, but with my job I cannot do drugs. Anyway, I opened the door again and as soon as I put my asshole in the air, two big fingers began feeling me up. Damn, it was hot. The guy climbed up on the bed and inserted his thick eight-inch cock in my ass, fucking me as if he hadn't had a piece in months. A few minutes into the fuck, a beautiful thick six-inch or so cock appeared in front of my face. Of course I obliged by swallowing his pole. After few minutes or so, all the while being pounded, the guy I was blowing asked "Where do you want it?" Well, I had made up my mind that night I was going all out and getting as much come as I could. Shit, I had driven two hours from Ft. Myers to Ft. Lauderdale, a trip I hated to make, so I had to make the most of the effort. I looked up at the guy and answered "Shoot in my mouth, man.” He stuck the head back in my open mouth and unloaded a huge wad of cum, which I savored for a minute with my tongue, but I had to swallow or risk losing some, as my mouth was full of his salty spunk. About the same time, the guy in my ass shot his load in my hole. He kept pumping, but I wiggled-out, saying I needed to hit the john. He looked disappointed, so I told him I'd be back shortly. I returned to my room, took my usual ass-in-the-air position, and, within a few I felt a hand on my ass. I reached back to do my usual sneak-preview, only to realize he had already removed his towel, and was standing there stark naked with a nice big, eight and one-half inch hard on. He moved around, and offered me the opportunity to blow him. It was beautiful, uncut and Latino, and he was very receptive to my efforts - the precum was flowing and his balls beginning their ascent. Fortunately, he wanted more than a blow job, because, without the necessity that I take the lead, he quickly enough moved to the foot of the bed, and eased his thick cock in my ass until it was filled my guts. That's it. That's when I know that I am giving myself to my top. I will NEVER say pull out. My ass is yours to fuck and fill. Give me that white hot salty sperm...that is reason for being. That is why I am here...in this sleazy bathhouse getting fucked bareback by whoever wants to seed and breed me. I am not going to look at your face. I don't want to. I am a slave to your cock. So the Latino guy fucked me, pulling out to ask "Where do you want my load?" “Wherever you want to put it baby.” He walked up next to me and beat his cock off in front of my mouth, teasing me. Damn I wanted his load. I extended my tongue and let him rest his swollen purple cock head there while he stroked his thick shaft. About this time I felt another cock entering my ass. I was in pig-slut- bottom-heaven. The Latino, meanwhile, grunted and shot his load. He didn't shove his cock in my mouth, but rather held it an inch or so away. He must have had a couple of days’ worth built-up in his balls, because the cum shot right into my mouth. The thought also flashed-through my mind that he was probably poz, and did not want to blow a toxic load up an anonymous ass. Whatever the case, I grabbed his ass and pulled that big, uncut, spasming cock into my mouth and swallowed all of his cum. Meanwhile the guy in my ass was so turned on he in turn, blew his load, filling my asshole with his cum. He must have gotten his load on the far side of my sphincter because when he pulled out, it felt like there was still a cock real deep in there. That was hot. He kissed my ass cheek and walked out, to be followed by the Latino. I kept hitting the poppers and figured somebody would want to use my cummy asshole. To attract visitors, I did one of my ass-tricks. While kneeling, I bent over and peaked between my thighs, looking for guys checking-out my ass. Then I can pucker my hole, moan or generally signal my interest. Whatever it takes to get that cock in my room and in my asshole. Sure enough the next guy who entered my room stepped through the doorway by way of introduction saying simply "Nice ass," as he rubbed and probed my hole. He smelled of cologne and booze. I got the impression he had just left a bar and came by the bathhouse because he was horny. I got off the bed and, kneeling on the floor, took his cock in my mouth. It was about seven inches or so, average thickness, but a big round head. I guess he was probably 25 or so. I think he was tweaked a little because when I got back on the mattress on my knees, he sunk his cock into my hole and started moaning. A little bit weird, but hey, he was hard, and that was all that I was concerned about. T hen another guy came in, somewhat older from the looks of it, dropped his towel, and presented a beautiful eight inch cock for me to suck. That's the best part of sex: the first sight of a nice thick piece of meat, the first salty taste of precum, and the knowledge he may well end-up blowing his load in your hole. Damn! I started to suck the eight-inch cock, while the younger guy kept moaning and fucking my hole; soon enough, the younger guy asked if I wanted his load, to which I replied “yeah.” He promptly flooded my intestines with his big load of sperm. Commenting I was a great fuck, he pulled out only to have the eight-inch cock take his place and begin the process all over. About then, another cock presented itself for my attention. As I began to blow it, I saw in the mirror two shadowy guys standing in the doorway, rubbing of the men massaging his cock through his towel. The thought 'fresh meat' crossed my mind as I turned my attentions to the task-at- hand.

I occasionally have had the same thought, rawbudhole, but then categorize the omission to which you allude as artistic license, falling in the category of what my literature teachers described back in junior high school, the "willing suspension of disbelief." Almost all of the stories have elements of exaggeration that run counter to experience. The trick is to write the story in such a way either the reader does not notice the point at issue, or, if he does notice the point, he does not give-up on the tale.

I had to re-read it to figure it out, Oshawaman67. The lube used on the protagonist 'burned' and his 'heart beg[a]n to race', suggesting, I suppose, the lube was laced with some sort of booty bump. I assume the last paragraph refers to the fuck flu.

I can understand that, lekesafadozn. For better or worse, however, I'm pretty sure that at 9:40 A.M. on a Monday morning, I'd be virtually the only one there!

I was introduced to the bathhouse culture a couple of years ago. Good tops are hard to find in Fort Myers, so I drove over to Ft. Lauderdale for Thanksgiving. I had chatted with a hot poz top on barebacksex.com (sure miss that site) who told me about that clubhouse. His description got my cock tingling. I'm an ex-body builder. Not ripped anymore and have a little gut. Guess some would call me a bear. I still work out a lot, and the poz top said my body-type would go over well in Ft. Lauderdale. So, off I went. I had barebacked several times but always the guy had said he was neg. I know better now. I found the sex club and got a room and a bottle of poppers. Now, poppers make me fuckin’ crazy. I would do anything with a poppers bottle under my nose. Also had some rock-gut whiskey I had brought, along with a couple Xanax. After getting a buzz, I dimmed the room, opened the door and offered my ass to the boys. After a few minutes, I felt a hand caressing my ass and exploring my hole. I don't even want to see a guy’s face, all I want the cock, so I reached over and fumbled under the guy’s towel to get a sense of his cock. It was eight inches and quite thick. My ass started immediately twitching. I swung around, repositioning myself on the bed, and started sucking his thick cock. I could taste the salty precum and couldn't wait to feel him in me. He must have felt the same way because he pulled me to my feet, and had me bend-over the bed, his tongue quickly enough snaking its way into my crack, getting it nice and wet. I love spit fucking, generally in preference to the use of lube. My sense is spit gives more friction to the top’s cock, the surest path I know to induce the top to fill me with his seed. Getting back to the occasion, he slipped his huge cock head in my hole and just kept it there for a few seconds. Then, as I love to do, I reached between my legs and groped around until I could feel his cock and balls. This apparently turned him on, because he smoothly slid his thick rod into my hole. Apparently sometime about this time, he reached over, and pushed the door closed. That sucked because I’m big on building the excitement by putting on a show, usually resulting in other tops tagging my ass or fucking my mouth. Well, he lasted about 10 minutes at which time he asked "where do you it?” “In my hole, man.” Where upon he grunted and I felt the hot spasms in my hole. Fuck, it was great. I never made eye contact with him. I was hitting the poppers every minute or so most emphatically needed more cock. He pulled out, fingered my hole as he murmured his thanks, and left, leaving the door open. Collapsing on my stomach, within a couple of minutes I felt someone begin fingering my fuck hole. Using the same technique I employed on my first fuck partner, I reached back and felt him up, again without making eye contact. His cock was about eight inches, uncut, and almost as thick as that of the first guy. Deciding to suck him, I turned over and pulled him towards my face. He was black, about 30 years or so, average body, somewhat hairy. A nice bush. I tongued his foreskin for a minute or two before I swallowed him. As his cock began to fill-out, he reached between my leg, skipping my cock and pole, but rather went straight for my hole. His interest was unambiguous. Within a couple of minutes he pulled me into standing position, told me to lean over the mattress, and entered my ass fast and hard. My kinda guy, in more way than one, because he left the door wide open and the light on. Naturally, we attracted traffic from the hallway, with several other guys angling to watch the action, and, presumably, play with each other. I was in bliss. Hitting the poppers every minute or two kept me horny as fuck, fully ready to accommodate this relatively dry, long-lasting fuck: I think he lasted about 20 minutes before he grunted something about coming. On the spur, I asked him to cum in my mouth. He pulled-out, I turned around and squatted in front of his cock. Just in time, as it turned out, because just as I took his cockhead in my mouth, the cum began to flow. I opened my mouth wider as he slid all the way down my throat, and shot one of the biggest and thickest loads I've tasted. I savored it in my mouth for a few seconds and swallowed it all, except for the few drops that went on my chest. With two loads down, clearly this was excellent - I had only been there for about an hour, tops. Although I wanted more, I stumbled to my feet, thanked him, and as he and the other guys moved on, I went out for a shower and to check out the scene. After a refreshing shower, I grabbed a fresh bottle of poppers from my room with the name brand of Ironhorse. I had never before used them. Holy shit were they strong. Thoroughly poppered, I wandered into the dark room, a long, hall-like space I had seldom before visited. My loss, because it was perfect for me or anyone for whom looks don’t particularly matter, but rather all that does matter is the availability of poppers and cock. Frankly, even if the top looks like he’s suffering from wasting, I don’t care. Just poppers and cock, sucking and getting fucked. Well, that's just what I got on this visit. I took off my towel and hands start brushing across my cock and ass. I know what I am looking for though and soon enough found it: a big, eight inch, thick, semi-hard cock. The guy was probably about 6'1" and probably 165 pounds - somewhat thin. He was probably a horny poz guy looking to get an anonymous blow job. I took a big hit of the Ironhorse and got an intense rush, dropped to my knees and could not get enough of that beautiful cock in my mouth. I sucked, licked and jerked him, feeling him grow steadily harder as I licked his balls and used my tongue on his head. I love taking a big hard hot cock and putting it across my face, feeling the heat of it, but then I would hit the poppers again and had to pleasure that cock. After about ten minutes, he started to spasm. His cock got even bigger and his cum started shooting into my hungry mouth. I never saw his face and for that matter I couldn’t really tell you his race. Fuck it was hot. I started walking back towards the entrance to the hall and bumped into a group of what felt like three guys. I bent over and sucked a big, thick, uncut cock. The guy was reaching for my ass so I stood up and leaned against the wall letting him have full access. I think he may have been attempting to fuck someone else, because he didn’t make any effort to fuck me, but contented himself by jamming his fingers into my hole. By no means was it bad, but I wanted dick, so I played for the attentions of another guy, and when he evidenced interest, I bent over, grabbed my ankles and just stuck my ass up in the air. He took the hint, and within seconds I felt an average thick cock, about seven inches start rubbing on my asshole. I hit the Ironhorse again and soon enough he was all the way in my asshole. It was fuckin’ hot getting fucked bareback by a hard cock while there were probably eight other guys fuckin’, kissing and sucking all around me and rubbing up against my body. Another big hard cock was shoved in my mouth, but it was hard to keep it in my mouth while I was bent over. The guy in my ass yelled, "take my cum" and he shot a load in my hole. After his cum-covered cock popped out, I tried to turn around and clean my ass juices off of him, but he left too quickly. That was fine by me, however, because another cock immediately took his spot and started fucking me until he also shot his load in my hole. I think I pleasured at least two more guys, taking their loads into my hole, and was about to leave to get a drink and stretch my legs, when a hunky Hispanic guy said, "that was hot watching you get fucked man." I thought about asking him how many guys just fucked me, because my head was a little fuzzy, but I didn't really care. I just knew that I was a happy, cum-filled whore. I hit the bathroom and then went to my room where I had a couple of hits of booze and popped another Xanax, and dimmed the lights. I wanted to try to simulate the sling position in my room. I opened the door and positioned one leg out against the wall to the right and the other leg up on the cabinet to the left. As you can imagine, this requires a fair degree of flexibility, but, being trained in the martial arts, I was fairly well prepared. It also helped that I was fairly tall (at 6'1"). Anyway, a guy came to the door. He was about 5’10”, 160 pounds, and said he had seen in the shower, and hoped I was a bottom. He dropped his towel: his cock was about seven inches, and a bit little thicker than average. I was wondering if he was going to fill my asshole with hot poz seed. He got on his knees and started to lick my asshole and my nuts. Guess he sucked my cock a bit, also. Man, I can still remember how good it felt. Now I've never been a big kisser, but if if I hit the poppers and your pushing your cock in my hole...then I’m game for a tongue snaking its way down my throat! I guess he read my mind, because even without my direction, he stood-up (after getting my hole nice and wet and my cock hard, and came towards me. Now remember my position: just like being in the sling, my hole hanging off the edge of the bed thing a couple inches. The fuckin’ tease was leaning over me and went for my arm pits, sucking and licking for all he's worth. It doesn't really do a lot for me, but knowing it turned him on made me hot. Meanwhile, his hard cock is poking into my right ass cheek. He was probably waiting for me to ask him if he's negative or poz, or to see if I gestured for a condom, but you know my response: fuck that shit. I was buzzed, horny and as far as I know, negative, but I want that raw dick. He was definitely pleased when I I reached around my leg and eased that big hard dick towards my ass lips. In fact, that was all he needed. He moved into position, grabbed his cock and shoved it in, and started fucking. I took another huff of poppers and he stuck his tongue down my throat. Fucking hot. Talk about sensory over-load. We fucked for about 15 minutes, during which time the light bulb in my room burned-out, so he had only the dim light from the hallway by which to see me. Eventually he had me stand up and bend over and fucked me in that position. Then, on my knees. Every time we switched positions I went down and sucked my butt hole juice and his pre cum off of his beautiful dick. Then he wanted me on my stomach. This would be the final position of the fuck. He teased my hole for a minute or so, rubbing his cock head around my ass lips, then shoved it in and started to pump. After a few minutes I asked if he could pull out and blow his load in my mouth. He replied he couldn’t ...he said he wouldn't last long enough. I thought to myself “Ok, give me your poz load.” He pumped a few more strokes and moaned, saying “here it comes, buddy.” His legs trembled as jets of sperm shot into my hole. Sweet! He left his cock in as he came down, and stirred his sperm around in my hole. Hmm, wonder why it seemed he was really trying to work that cum around in me? In any event, when he pulled out, I got to taste his cum as well as my ass when I licked him clean. What a hot fuck. I've had a lot of guys ask my status, and I say neg cause as far as I know I still am, but I only occasionally ask my tops. The last said he didn't know. I have never had a guy tell me to suck his poz cum out of his cock or say he was shooting his poz load into my ass, but that's all I can think about when I'm jacking-off. I've been looking around on BBRTS for poz guys in Ft. Lauderdale or even closer to Ft. Myers. I really want to hook up with a hung guy, knowing he's poz, and give my ass to him. Any takers out there? You can find me on virtually all the hook-up sites. My screen name is ____________. I’m looking for you!

Ah - if only I were as lucky!

I agree, Bart. The story also struck me as evil, yet hot.

Last weekend the poz party host, Mike, said he had 11 poz tops who could come over and breed my ass - if I was available. Of course, I dropped everything for that! We both wanted this orgy to top the last one. He asked what the maximum number of loads I had ever taken in a single session. Thinking back, I concluded it was 16, taken when whored out to friends of a friend a few months back. Mike figured with the 11 tops that we could easily break that record. Mike also wanted this party to go a little more different than the last, as this time I was to be blind-folded, not knowing the identity of the top who was breeding me. Mike encouraged the tops to be a bit rough this time. Finally, as Mike is somewhat of a micromanager, he also instructed me to keep as much cum in my hole possible. Most of the time I was kneeling on the floor on all fours, but occasionally a top would flip me on my back, him kneeling behind me, and my legs being held in place by the other tops. With no visual stimulation, I could focus completely on the feeling of the cock in my hole, and I swear every cock felt different, to the point I was identifying each top by his cock, if not by his style. About half-way though I started to feel sore, but they didn't even give me a chance to get away or take a break. As soon as one cock was out, another was in my hole. At one point a couple of the tops tried for a double-penetration, but it was too awkward: no matter what angle I tried, I just could not make it happen. Maybe if I had NOT been blind-folded we could have coordinated better - don’t know. Well, after I worked-through the discomfort, I had reached a plateau where the pain was gone, and I was so loose and cummy I felt like I could go forever. I could feel and hear the cum churning inside my guts. Of course I tried to keep as much in as I could, but a few cocks were rather large and displaced some of the earlier loads, so I was certainly leaking. Several times I felt guys felching the leaking cum. Sweet pervs! Well, all good things had to end, so eventually the activities slowed-down, the voices faded, and I registered the poz party was more or less over. Mike removed my blindfold off and I confirmed what I suspected, that we were alone. He told me there was one last thing he wanted me to do before I left. He pulled out a martini glass and told me I was going to drink a ‘dirty’ martini. He had me get back down on all fours, and when I was in position, he started fingering my cum-filled hole, coaxing me to relax and let the cum flow. After surprisingly little effort, I was successful, and I felt a long stream of cum and ass juices fart out of my hole. Mike was able to capture much of the cum in the martini glass, and remarked in so doing, my hole was one of the most talented, if not the sloppiest hole he had ever seen. He fingered out as much remaining cum as he could, then handed me a glass that was half-full with the cum, and bade me to drink it down. It was delicious. I felt compelled to lick the glass clean. I can't tell you who was fucked me or how many loads each guy shot into my ass. The tops were not consistent in advising me of whether or not he blew his load, so my reckoning may well be off. I am fairly sure I took 20 loads, certainly more than my earlier total. Mike said he thought the total was actually higher, as 14 guys showed up: 9 of the 11 original invitees, in addition to a tag-along friend of an invitee. The other attendees responded to a craigslist advertisement that solicited poz tops. Only two of the nine guys were repeats from the last party, but he wouldn't tell me which ones. Whatever the precise number, a good time was had by all.

Curious tale, Rambeau. I've moved it to the Chem Sex Fiction section because of the mention of lube doctored with meth. The inclusion of the video chat broadcast of the breeding session is inventive.

Probably the most oft requested thing by our curious readers is the story of the first time Zach or I took a poz load. Obviously our readers also have very dirty thoughts on their minds. The problem is neither of us knows when he first took a poz load. I can tell you the first time I knowingly took a poz load, but we do suspect a few tricks prior to that occasion of being poz. In fact, if it hadn't been for the revelation that some of the guys with whom we had barebacked were poz, we probably wouldn't have started exclusively barebacking or knowingly take poz loads (although I'm sure it we would have eventually reached this same point, just not at that time). Frankly, the more we learned who, in fact was poz, and indeed that most guys in the BB community are poz (even if they don't know it), the less it seemed important to fear exposure to poz loads. We had both been chatting online with various openly poz guys who were very hot and wanted to fuck around with us, but had shied away, knowing they were poz. Even though we had let guys dump loads into our asses without disclosure of HIV status, knowingly taking a poz load takes a certain leap of faith. It's like surrendering your virginity - all over again. One day I was on BBRT and received a message from a cute little European stud, Ivan. He was looking for other poz guys with whom to play. Needless to say, he was only interested in bareback. Since he said he only felt comfortable playing with other poz guys, I told him I had also just tested poz. Even though I preached about honesty, I figured in this case, disclosure rules didn’t apply, since I had the right to risk HIV, and I, being negative, couldn’t hurt this cutie. We chatted for quite a while and found out we had pretty much everything else in common - sexually speaking. He shared some photos and a video of him jerking off and blowing one of the biggest loads I'd ever seen. Immediately, visions of that load filling my ass filled my head. Even though there were other poz guys on line that night, at least a couple of whom I thought were hotter looking and with whom I would love to have played, something clicked while we were chatting and I knew that I wanted Ivan to fuck me - to be my first openly poz hook-up. He said he was generally a bottom, but I told him I really wanted to flip-fuck, and exchange loads. Happily he was game. I told Zach all about the exchange, and I shared the pictures and video. He seemed equally excited for me to get together with Ivan. I set up the hook-up for that night, wasting no time. Ivan said he had a four day load saved-up and couldn't go another night without getting off. I knew I was in for a big load and was excited as hell. On the drive over to his place, I had a mix of anxiety and excitement. The excitement won over though, ‘though, and the anxiety just pumped up my adrenaline. I arrived at Ivan’s place, and I wasted no time in telling him to start fucking me. Our clothes were off and he worked his cock into my ass within five minutes of my walking through the door. He was very easy to take since he was only about average sized, which for gay tops means small, but I was in it for the very large charged load. He fucked me for the better part of an hour, non-stop, and I was getting cramped. It turned out he had never cum in anyone before and was having trouble climaxing. I told him that I would fuck him and he could jerk-off and when about to come, he could fuck it into my hole. We proceeded with that plan. I started to play with Ivan’s ass: I could tell he was a natural bottom. His ass was small, bubble shaped, firm, and completely smooth. His hole was dark purple and puckery. I rimmed and fingered it for a while. It was quite tight for someone who was a self-professed bottom slut. His skin also had a distinctive flavor and smell that only foreigners have - not like the usual vanilla white American boys. Using just the spit from our rimming session, I slid my cock into him. Once past his tight hole, I found a large open cavity that was a playground for my cock and could definitely hold a lot of cum, just as one would expect of a natural cum-dump. It only took me a minute to shoot my load into his hole, and, I surprised myself by being able to get another load off. Guess the excitement was getting my balls in a tizzy. As I was pounding his ass for round-two, Ivan had been jacking his cock, and was rapidly approaching climax, so I pulled out, the cum and ass juices dripping of my cock, and likewise oozing out of his hole. I got on all fours, and he mounted me doggie style. I was ready to receive his load. He pointed his cock at my hole as he began to slide his cock in my hole. In the process of doing so, he apparently came, because I saw a stream of white cum gush from the tip of his cock and felt it well-up out of my hole. He rammed his cock into my hole and finished unloading in me for quite some time. He pulled his cock out of me and fingered my hole for a while, massaging the gobs and gobs of warm gooey poz cum into my hole. I went to the bathroom to clean-up a bit and bent over in front of the mirror to admire my own hole. It was glistening and irresistible, so I fingered myself a bit more, this time watching in the mirror. I pushed a little cum out and watched it dribble down from my hole. I fingered it around my asslips, and then licked my finger clean. I was mesmerized. I couldn't believe I had taken that plunge. I kept the rest of his cum inside me so I could feel its warmth while I fell asleep that night. That night I slept with dreams of all the other poz guys I had previously passed-up, and fantasized about what I would do with them when I had the chance.

When I lived in Vegas there was a guy, Jason, who came into the office where I worked. He was fuckin’ smoking hot: reddish brown hair, striking blue eyes, tattoos, muscles - the whole nine yards. We would flirt and talk on the phone, but whenever I suggested we hang out, or to fuck, he would shy away from me and I wouldn't hear from a while. Finally, I wrote him off as a game player and cut my losses. One horny night I was at Hawk's gym, went into the dark room there and found a hot bodied man, and promptly slid my cock in raw. After a couple of minutes, I asked him if he wanted to go to my room. He agreed, whereupon we left the darkroom, only to recognize each other. It was Jason. Not sure where we stood, I told him my room number, thinking he might just split, but instead he preceded me down the hallway. That's when I saw the biohazard tat on his upper back. "I've wanted to do this for a long time" he said. "Yeah, me too." I put my hand on his tat. "Is this why nothing ever happened with us?" "Yeah... I was afraid that you'd reject me if you knew." I shook my head. Once in my room, I dove into his hole, rimming it with enthusiasm. He, in turn, within minutes, simply sat on my cock. I was impressed how readily he took me, but I think he mistook my look for unease, saying "If you want, you can put on a condom." I replied "Is this how you want it? Raw?" “Yeah, but...." "Did you ever jack off thinking of me?" "Yeah." "Did you fantasize that I wore a condom?" "No, but this isn’t fantasy." "I want to fuck you the way you want to be fucked. I know I have fucked poz guys before... you're just the first one I knew was poz." That was enough truth-telling dialogue. I positioned him doggy style and rammed into his ass, calling him a German whore, telling him that he needed my black dick up his hole. He begged me to use him, to shoot my sperm in his guts. He told me he had been a good boy and earned my load. I fucked him on his back, kissing him passionately. His hole was raw and wet from my fucking. He rode me incessantly, thanking me for my cock. I bent him over the table, and then positioned him on his back. We fucked as if we would never touch another man, his round firm white ass, taking my hard and raw fuck. I think it was then that I accepted the notion I would one day seroconvert. I shot my load in his guts and he came all over himself. We kissed for about half an hour after that, holding each other. It wasn't Jason who seroconverted me. I will never know from whom I contracted the virus, nor, for that matter, exactly when I converted, but that night I caught an insight, a glimpse, if you will, of the innate love that is shared between poz men. The love Jason offered to me ahead of time at Hawk’s in Vegas, that night I truly let go, and accepted my destiny. Maybe one day I will recharge his ass with my poz cum.

This story needed a major clean-up. It was written e. e. cummings style, so to speak. Punctuation at a minimum, few capital letters, run-ons. I have tried to save some of the style of the original text, but suppose my success is limited. Enjoy. ************************************************************************************************** 'Yo, guys - 20 year old poz boi here. I’ve been poz since I was 18. To be honest when I found this site that someone sent me a link of it at first thought it was really fucked-up, but then I got to reading stories and postings on this forum and, well, it fucking turns me on. So, I'm posting the story of how I got pozzed. Actually what's kinda funny is I've never even referred to it as "getting pozzed." I've always said "when I became poz." ‘Poz’ was never a verb to me until now - but anyway, here’s my story. I started having sex with guys when I was 16. The first time was with the guy who was my BF for a whole six months. We went to school together here in my home state of California. I lost my virginity to him, and we did it bareback. Of course it turned me, on but shit, I was 16, it was my first time, so anything turned me on. I don't think at that time it had anything to do with it being bareback. I almost always bottomed in our relationship. For that matter, I've always been a bottom. I seem to recall I topped him twice in that whole time we were together. Of course he was the only guy I was fuckin’ around with during that time, and yes, always bareback, and I always took his loads. I guess the seed was planted, so to speak, because whenever I knew Jason was about to cum, I would grab on to his ass and pull him into my ass as deeply as possible. I loved having him cum in me. Our usual position was with me on my back, my legs on his shoulders, and him pounding my hole until he came. I occasionally wrap my legs around his torso, and reach as far forward as I could to grab his ass and pull him deeper, doing this just as he shot. Guess I wanted to make sure I got every drop. Sometimes we managed to kiss really deeply, just as he shot his load. In sex, it pays to be dexterous. But as I said, I didn't think anything of it then. I just saw our practices as the norm: love and stuff. In any event, he was two years ahead of me in school, so we broke-up when he went off to college in Michigan and I stayed in California. For the next six months, whenever I had sex with a guy, we always used a condom. Yeah, always, and yeah, I missed having Jason cum in me, but I figured it was because I wasn’t fucking with Jason. I didn’t register my discontent was expressly associated with cum. Then, at Christmas, when Jason came back to California for the break, we got together, and resumed barebacking. I loved it so much, realizing that the element of barebacking was what I had been missing. I began to fixate on sperm, realizing I had a thing for cum shooting into my ass. When one time during that Christmas break, Jason and I went to a party. He got really drunk, and while he was trying to fuck me he couldn't stay hard. The proverbial whiskey dick. But he could get hard by jerking-off. So he lay on his back on the bed jerking off while i kissed him and lay next to him. Right when he was about to cum, I stood-up, sat on his cock as quickly as I could, and yes, he shot inside me. I, of course, shot my load all over his chest. I think that was the turning point for me. It wasn’t about Jason, it was about cum shooting in my hole. In the in the three years since then, I been fucked with a condom probably less than ten times, and believe you me, I've been fucked a great deal. You see, during the next semester, after Jason went back to college, I got in to drugs. Mostly meth. Tina. I ran in numerous problems at school, all associated with my interest in drugs. Eventually I dropped-out during my senior year, got a crappy job earning just enough to buy drugs. Now, I don’t want to sound stuck-up but I'm a really good looking guy from a Huntingdon Beach in southern California. Since I regularly surf, I have a nice body, and happen to have a really cute face. I've never had any problems getting guys, and yeah, I ended up with a reputation here around town for being a slut. Which was fine by me, because my reputation and looks meant any guy who wanted to dump a load in a surfer-dude’s ass knew I was available. Hot guys my age, college boys, businessmen. Hell, turned tricks for drugs or I'd hook up with older guys online to PnP. Even if I wasn't in to the guy or didn't think he was hot, I’d get with him if he had tina, and then once I was all high I'd let anyone fuck me. Tina turned me in to a total cum whore even more. Oddly, for the longest time I was still neg. I got tested few months. It was funny because the guys at the Gay and Lesbian Health Center where I got tested would grill me with the question "why do you come back so often?” I simply lied saying I was paranoid, or that my boyfriend kept cheating on me. I made up answers because I was still somewhat embarrassed to admit I was a cum dump. The perversity of human psychology: I wanted, as much as possible, to have guys cum up my ass, but I didn't want to be poz. I hoped I could do one without the other. Well. a month after I turned 18, I was living with a friend. I had been kicked out of my house by my parents four months earlier. Needless to say, I was having problems: no job, no money - and really, really needed tina. I met a guy online, Tim. I guess he was about 35 years old. He saw my picture and wanted me badly. Real badly. Tim would email me at least once a day, sending nasty emails to get me turned on, offering me drugs, money, offered to get guys to fuck me. I had done gangbangs before, and of course had gone to sex clubs, but I still was somewhat scared of Tim because I knew he was poz. I had seen it in his profile on Bareback City (it was still around then), although Tim’s profile on Manhunt didn't say as much - I suppose he thought I didn't know. Naturally, I didn’t bring the matter up in our discussions. I just played him off, but essentially avoided him because he was poz. Well, one weekend I got high with my friend with whom I was living, and being really horny, signed on to Manhunt, and of course Tim messaged me. I don’t really know what thinking, but I agreed to go over to his house. He said he had three buddies visiting, and they were all partying. He sent me pictures of them - they were all in their mid 20s. As I said, I was not particularly interested in playing with Tim, but his friends were really hot, so I guess I just thought I would fuck around with them, not him. I made arrangements for Tim to pick me up at the subway station. He was accompanied by a fourth guy named Brian who had also needed a ride. Brian was, like me, young: 21 or 22. In fact I casually knew Brian knew from non-sexual parties and the dance clubs. I thought Brian was really cute, although I had never made a move on him. In any event, I was even hornier because there were four hot guys, including Brian. My ass was twitching at the thought of the four guys pounding me. When we got to the Tim’s house, the six of us partied for awhile. Yeah, I smoked a lot of shit. While I never liked poppers, I was open to most other stuff, although tina was by far the most attractive. I was probably quite a flirt, because I was definitely the center of attention. The party quickly evolved into the hottest orgy of my life: we all stripped soon enough, and I lay on the bed taking hits and sucking Brian’s cock while three guys were taking turns sucking my cock. I edged Brian’s cock to rigid perfection, edging him just to the brink of orgasm. The other guys segued to fingering and eating my ass, sometimes with two or all three of them with a finger in my hole, naturally driving me insane. With the tina fucking my brain, and their fingers fucking my hole, I was very receptive to the dirty talk the guys began spewing forth. How they were going to fuck me raw and blow their loads in my ass. Brian would be edged me on saying "You want these boys to fuck you? You want these guys’ loads? I would groan in agreement, saying “fuck, yeah, yeah - fuck yes pleaaaaaase" but they kept finger fucking, rimming and teasing my hole. Finally one of the mid-20s guys, Matt, pushed my legs back and put his cock to my hole, all the while Brian was kissing me and saying "You want his cock? You little slut. You want that fucking load don't you cum boy?" My inhibitions gone, all I wanted was cum, and I wanted it so bad I was grateful I finally had a cock in my hole. I distinctly remember feeling like such a slut when I practically yelled out really loud "YES!" once his head of his cock got in my hole. And he fucked me. Fuck yes, he started fucking me while they were all watching and talking dirty and playing with themselves. All the while, our host, Tim, was pretty much watching and jerking himself. Of course I didn’t really care what he was doing so long as his cock didn’t come near my hole. But everyone else was taking turns kissing me while Brian sucked my dick and Tim pounded my ass. He didn’t come in my hole, but rather pulled out and one of the other guys took his place. Guess Matt was saving his load, and that’s how it went for about two hours. The guys took turns fucking me over and over but no one cumming - yet. Everyone was so partied up, so I suppose that helped everyone in holding back, although Brian kept saying the guys would give me a huge deposit - when they finally did shoot, and I kept saying how much I wanted that cum in my ass. Finally while Matt was fucking me, they all started talking about how they were gonna cum this time around, and Matt really started fucking me really hard. I was laying on my back, damn near bent in half with my ass in the air and my knees practically next to my head. Guess the booty bumps may have helped me limber-up. Finally Matt say “I’m gonn’a cum in you, buddy!” To which I wailed “Fuckin’ do it, man! Do it!” The other guys contributed their own encouragement, saying "Yeah! Shoot that load up his hole!” At which point, Matt shot. I was wonderful. I could feel his cock throbbing as he shot and pulsating. He let out a huge groan as he came. Brian was laying next to me calling me dirty names. After Matt pulled-out, one of the other young guys took his place, pounding the shit out of me, saying how he was gonna add his cum to Matt's. He was gonna’ fill up my sloppy hole. And again I was begging for it. "Please, dude, please cum in me yeah do it! Shoot in me! Fill me with your cum!" So naturally, he did. The next guy took his place and fucked me much the same. I was in heaven. The third guy also shot in me too and then the last young guy took his place and started slamming my hole. My dick was so hard, and I was leaking precum like crazy. I remember because Brian was sucking it up and talking about how they were fucking my own cum outta’ my dick. Sweet. Well, the last guy shot, but they were all still talking dirty, and I was still hard as a rock. The advantage of tina: one can never have too much sex. About then Tim took the last guy’s place, lining his bare cock with my hole. I remember thinking really fast what the fuck he was doing, he was poz and going to fuck me raw, but i didn't say anything, I didn’t make to stop him, I didn't protest or move or anything. I just took it. I just put one hand on each asscheek and spread them for him. I knew what was going on. I knew he was poz. I knew this poz guy was about to fuck me, and my ass was likely all torn-up. Perhaps I was thinking at some level that I had been getting fucked raw for years, and had managed to stay neg, so what reason did I have to think this occasion would be any different? I knew the other guys were expecting to watch me take Tim’s load - they wanted to see me take it, and I guess I just decided to go with the flow. As I said, I spread my asscheeks and didn't say a word: the universal signal to fuck. Tim pushed the head of his cock into my hole but didn't go all the way in, at least initially. Perhaps he was giving me a chance to deny him entry. Perhaps he was just teasing me. I don’t know what was going on in his mind, but, with his cockhead in my ass, I reached forward, grabbed his butt, and pulled him all the way in. It seems that was the sign he needed, because he began fucking with energy, and I was loving it. No one said anything like "he's gonna charge you" or anything like the stuff I read in here. They were all relatively quiet as they jerked their cocks and watched the breeding. Largely the only sound was that of his cock pounding my hole, my moaning, and his heavy breathing, and, the sound of jacking, and of course the porn movie that was playing in the background. Everyone was watching Tim fuck me. I don’t know if they knew he was poz, nor did I know if they knew I was negative. The only point clear was that I wanted him in my hole, I wanted his cock and I wanted his cum. Then Tim leaned forward and started to kiss me, so naturally I kissed him back, wrapping my arms and legs around him. About then the other guys began saying things like “Yeah, take it, man.” “Take that big cock.” “Take his load.” About this time, Tim broke off from kissing me, asking me "You want it? You want my cum?" To which I answered “Yeah - do it, buddy!” He came back “You want it? You want me to fill-up your ass?” My reply was unambiguous: “Yes - shoot it in me!” And boy did I beg. Tim was kissing me, practically laying on top of me, his torso rubbing my rock hard cock. Needless to say, all the tension and friction made me shoot. I don’t think I had ever shot as big a load before, nor since. His body coaxing a load out of my cock, the other guys ribbing us on, and my ass full of cum. I shot cum all up and down my own chest and even hit my own face. At which point Tim also came, yelling “Oh fuck, here it cums!" And just as I did all those years earlier with Jason, I reached back and grabbed his ass and pulled him into my ass, close and tight. I pulled his dick in to me as deep as it would go. He shot his poz load up inside me. And I loved every bit of it. After it was all over, I didn't even think about whether or not I was going to convert as a consequence of this poz fuck. Well, I suppose that is not entirely true: sure the question crossed my brain, but I pushed the thought out. I was still horny. We partied for several more hours that night. i got double fucked twice, and for the rest of that night Tim fucked me just as much as the other guys. I know I took at least one more of his loads. Two poz loads from him in one night. In six hours I had gone from being totally against him fucking me to letting him fuck me and shoot inside me as though he was negative. After that night, I fucked-around with Tim again - four times, in fact, usually with a few other guys present. I watched Tim blow a load in to Matt and Brian both. As I said, I don’t know if they knew Tim was poz, nor do I know if they were poz at that time, but, as soon as Tim pulled out of Matt’s hole, I took his place and topped for one of the few times in my life up to that point, shooting a thick a load into Matt’s hole. Probably a poz load by then of my own. Tim became my best fuck buddy. He would organize gangbangs for me and me at sex clubs here in Los Angeles such as the Slammer. However, that was too rough for me. Usually we would go to the Hollywood Spa or the Melrose, or the Kohler Street baths or the Zone. I always took loads. No questions asked. Occasionally I would go to Tim's house and smoke tina while he went on line and invited guys over to fuck me. Sometimes I would watch him fuck guys, also. I think he used me to poz other young guys, because he'd show these 18 to 25 year old guys on Manhunt my picture, and say they could come fuck me. They almost always accepted his invitation, and would cum in my hole. And, after the guy came in my hole, generally they would end-up taking Tim’s load up their own hole. Sometimes a guy would ask about condoms, but once a guy had the chance to slip it to me raw, there was no further mention of condoms. Maybe the guys figured it wasn't an issue - that since I was young, I must be neg, and if I allowed Tim to blow his load in my ass, then Tim must also be neg. Whatever, they were okay with barebacking. And I didn’t care - I just wanted cum, cock and tina, in that order. Well, maybe in reverse order. I can’t really say. Tim and I played around for several months, and probably played with several dozen guys. Eventually I left California and moved to Colorado, to a town where no one knew what a slut I was. No one knew my past. All they knew was that I was fresh meat. It was not long before I was taking loads from them too. Raw, in my hole. More groups. More gangbangs. I wouldn’t say I was a pozzer. I still don't top much. Really, I rarely top. But you could say I did my fair share of pozzing with Tim, although I've lost touch with him. I don’t know where he is or what he's up to, if he's got a new boy or who he has pozzed. I don’t know what Brian or Matt are up to either. For all I know, the three of them could still be fucking around together. Who knows. But I know I'm poz, I know I hate condoms, and I know I take cock raw and encourage tops to cum up my ass. I want and need them to. I have stopped doing meth. Yup. I managed to quit. Can you believe that? But I’m no less a cumwhore. I will always take a load. Virtually any guy I set my sights on will eventually shoot his load in my hole. Occasionally the guys will want to take my load, and I’ll accommodate. Does that make me a charger, or breeder, or pozzer, or gift giver? I don’t know. I would just say I’m a cum pig. All I care about is taking as much cum as I can, and once and a while giving it, if invited.

I've had two BFs, both of whom I met at bathhouses. The first lasted about a year, and is going on 13 years. I also met my best friend there.

I remember this story from years ago, and I'm very, very glad it has shown up. Thanks for posting it, Stonedboy29. I took the liberty of removing the hard breaks so it fit better on the screen, and, I hope, is easier to read.

Thanks, Bart. I had to clean-up this story quite a bit, and was afraid the reworking would eliminate the original author's personal style. Always a balancing act. Glad you liked it.

Since you're in Lambertville, buzznjmike, why don't you just hit-up CBC in Philadelphia? I should think you'd have no trouble connecting, and my sense is, (however unscientific), that a goodly number of the guys are poz.

I enjoy using my poz cock on as many neg fuckholes as possible. I really get off on pumping my infected loads into an unsuspecting neg. It thrills me. Guys react so differently when they get the “news”. Some get depressed. Some go berserk. I know one guy who killed himself. I could barely suppress a smile. I used to be a bottom, which is why I pozzed so quickly. Now I’m a top, not because of a change of heart—but because I do community service. Do you realize there are a thousand bottoms out there waiting to be bred, and not enough tops to go around. I mean, right here in San Francisco, there are more than I can handle. It’s so hot to seed an unsuspecting neg—from raging queens—to sex police—to gay rights advocates—to teens barely out of puberty—to married dudes (doubly sweet if they share it with their spouses). I strive to put a little excitement in their lives. Give them a manly cause to die for. And since most of them are closeted, explaining poz challenges their intellects. I meet these dudes online, reststops, the bookstore, and the baths. I'm amazed at the number of fags out there, both bi and gay, who can't wait to get my poz jizz up their assholes. Course they don’t know I’m poz, and I don’t tell them. You play, you pay, I figure. I’d lie about it first. But they never ask. Most don’t even mention condoms. In the past few weeks, I’ve seeded 7 guys (three at the baths, two at the bookstore, and two I’ve met online). Oh, yeah, and in-between I’ve taken a few loads myself. Maybe neg, maybe poz. Like the others, I don’t ask. One morning, on my way to school, I stopped to see a guy I met online. I drive by his place twice a day. The dude, who emailed me his pic, just graduated from law school—25, great body. Soon as I got in his living room, he went down on me. As my poison precum dribbled down his chin, I got to thinking how nice it’d be to poz my first solicitor. I thought of molding him into a total man slut like myself, if I could do it without encumbrances. Life’s too short for emotional entanglements. In my world faggots cum and go. They sicken, crawl off into a corner, and croak. So it’s best not to form attachments. I know that sounds callous, but I didn’t make the rules. While I’m all this was running through my head, he got me nice and boned; and I pursued him into the bedroom. He got on hands and knees and offered me his AIDS-free ass. I dropped my drawers, and as he stretched to reach a condom, I drilled him. He fell back to support himself, as I plowed him raw and bareback. I didn’t have a lot of time to screw around, and before long my poison jizz was spewing in his asshole. As I came in him, the stupid dude cried out, "Spray it on me man. Shoot all over me!" I never let a charged load go to waste like that. But not wanting to upset his applecart, I pulled it out and milked my dick like I was cumming. The horny dude beat off like mad and shot his cream all over his chest and stomach. I lapped up his uncontaminated seed. Since I’d skipped breakfast, the liquid protein, despite its infertility, flowed smoothly down my throat, silencing my growling stomach. Yum! Yum! As I pulled up my jeans and pulled my tee back over my head, he started asking questions. Did I live with someone? Where I went to school. What was I studying? And so on. Exasperated, I responded, "Dude, I'm in a hurry. I’m late for class." He looked hurt, and I knew I’d have to mend my fences. I kissed him and wrote down my number. I explained that my attendance hadn’t been the most pristine, and that if I stuck around, there’d be dreadful consequences. Which in part was true, cause another load of poison was brewing in my balls, and if I tarried another minute I’d be dicking him again. We made a date for Tuesday. After a lingering kiss which would surely would have soon led to things I was in a hurry to avoid, I departed. As I drove off, I prayed my toxic jizz had done its job. I pictured my malignant cum dripping from his manhole. He’d soon conclude I’d cum in him. But by Tuesday all would be forgiven and forgotten, his health concerns supplemented by his need to fuck again. That night he called me. We mutually wished that Tuesday weren’t so far away, though I had other obligations, like the bookstore, reststop, and what I hoped would be a raucously prolific Saturday-Sunday at the Baths. I dreamt of him that night. How tearfully he confided he was poz, and how I feigned surprise. How I fucked him after that, ostensibly to show support, though my intent was reinfection. How I got him used to poz on poz, which, considering us, was easy. From there it was a baby step to poz on neg, as I enticed him into 3-ways at the baths, until he was fucking addicted.

I decided to move this to Chem Sex Fiction because of the mention of Amphetamines. I also cleaned it up a bit, and added tags.

Last night I had a sweet conquest. Met this hottie at a circuit party I attended two months ago, and was after his ass ever since. He was cute, young, smooth, awesome bubble butt, and tight little muscles. I saw him as a bottom - he was undecided as he had little butt play under his belt. We had hung out a few times since the party and messed around, sucking and jacking each other off, but he didn’t want to get fucked, ‘cause he was really scared of getting HIV, even if the top used a condom. He took the view there was no way he’d go without. I, of course, was determined to change his viewpoint, but didn’t tell him that. We hung out and I worked to built up his trust in me, very, very slowly trying to shift his thinking on fucking. To the extent I mentioned it, I only did so within the context of safe sex, that is, with a condom. Sensing his comfort level was increasing, I prepared to breach his guard. I picked-up a six pack of pre-lubricated condoms, opened the box, throwing one away to give the impression I regularly used them, and used a syringe to inject baby oil into the foil pouch so the condoms were liberally coated. I understood from the various safe-sex advocates that baby oil very easily breaks down in baby oil. Mind you, the foil appeared to be intact as the tiny pinprick hole was invisible to anyone who gave the condom a casual glance. I had never tried this before, but thought it was my best chance. In order to make sure the baby oil did its work, I let the condoms marinate for a week. I met up with the guy at my house, and we got into it hot and heavy. As I gauged, he was ready to fuck. At the right time, I pulled the box of condoms out of my night table drawer, deftly pulled one out, making sure to tear it open under his gaze. The baby oil was relatively unnoticeable as the condoms were pre-lubricated. He rolled it onto my dick, and seemed satisfied with the safeguard. Smiling, I positioned him on his back at the edge of my bed, as I leaned into him, a couple of pillows under his ass, and his legs on my shoulders. The first thrust into his hole was pure heaven. The condom integrity held at this point, and he had me take it out once and even checked it to make sure all was cool, then satisfied, he settled back and let me slide into him again. The pleasure, both physical and psychological, was exquisite. After a couple of thrusts I repositioned my cock, holding on about mid-shaft. Doubtless he thought I was merely keeping my dick in alignment with his ass, but in reality, as I slid back in, I pulled the condom taut on the shaft of my dick. As planned, in so doing the tip tore open, so I slid into his ass essentially raw. He reached-back once and a while to feel my cock that was ostensibly sheathed in a protective condom. After a couple of checks, he closed his eyes and gave into the sensation. I plunged viciously in and out of his bare ass now, eager to fulfill my desire, and soon enough my cum erupted in his hole. Of course there was no condom to capture it, so all that precious poz cum was free to do its worst. I didn’t let him cum, telling him that I had another load for him, and, within about 10 minutes spilled my load into his ass, breeding him a second time. Then I slid out of his hole and fell to my knees, taking his cock in my mouth and gave him a sweet blow job, all the time extracting out from under my bed a condom I had jacked off into the night before, exchanging it for the damaged condom, tossing the latter out of sight, under my bed. When he came, I swallowed his neg, salty load, and standing up, palmed the intact condom, pronouncing it as, in fact, intact. No lie there. He only glanced at it. He had no reason to anticipate my duplicity. I went to the bathroom and discarded the condom before he had a chance to notice it wasn’t fresh, while he remained in the bed. I let him sleep with me that night and he fell asleep, with my poz cum, swimming inside tender ass. In the morning after he took a crap, he mentioned a lot of lube that came out of his ass. I suggested I must have used too much. If it occurred to him that it could have been cum, I assume he shrugged it off - after all, he had seen the intact condom. I haven’t talked to him this past week, but I’m hoping my poz cum inside his ass had begun its work, and despite his every precaution, his body would convert.

My pleasure, Insideovu.