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It also sounds like the treatment was incredibly expensive. The article indicates the number of potential donors must be very low: "Doctors chose stem cells from an individual who had an unusual genetic profile: a mutation inherited from both parents that resulted in CD4 cells that lacked the CCR5 receptor. This mutation, called CCR5 delta 32 homozygosity, is present in less than 1% of Caucasians in northern and western Europe, and is associated with a reduced risk of becoming infected with HIV" The population of North America and Europe (according to Wikipedia) totals 1,259,721,000, so there are fewer than 1,259,721 potential donors, while, according to the UN, there are about 33,000,000 HIV positive people in the world.

I've always known Kent was trouble. Once upon a time he was dating one of my exes. He was handsome as all get out--dark haired, great smile and eyes, nice lean body--and he was just as stupid as he was good looking. I knew exactly why Dylan had fallen for him, because every time I'd seen him, I had to make an effort not to make a fool of myself over him. I think he liked making me squirm a little by almost flirting with me with his boyfriend around. About his only talent in the world was using his looks to get what he wanted, and he did that really well. Fortunately for Dylan, they broke up pretty quickly. Kent could never hold down a job, and there were a couple of DWI arrests, and some trouble about other substances. Nobody talked about Kent once he and Dylan were over, and I completely lost track of him.

There's a heavily wooded park near me where guys cruise. I don't fool around there because being on my knees in the bushes is not my idea of a good time. I prefer to kneel on carpet, cement, or just about anything else that doesn't conceal thorns. Still, I wander through the cruisy parts because it's a turn on, and who knows, maybe something too good to resist will be there.

I was there one weekend at the start of good weather when I saw a guy I knew as a regular jogger veer off the path about 20 yards ahead. He was a short blond, not handsome, but I knew he was very fit because he always ran shirtless. Smooth, defined, late 20's. He definitely qualified as too good to resist. When I got to the place he'd turned off the trail, I followed into an opening in the brush. We were near the river, and I guess the sound of the water was enough to disguise the sound of my approach.

Blondie had his back to me, and I could tell by the movement of his right elbow that he was jacking his cock. His attention was fixed on two guys who were fucking up against a tree. The bottom was a skinny little hispanic kid of the barely legal category, whose ass was thrust backwards as he braced himself with outthrust arms against the oak. He was whimpering in the kind of soft way that total bottoms have when they are excited and scared and don't want it to stop. The top, of course, was Kent.

I'd never seen him naked, though I had imagined it. His jeans were down around his ankles, and a red tank was pulled up behind his head. He had the firm pecs I remembered, big dark nipples, and plenty of black hair down his chest and tight belly. His legs were furry and so was his ass, which looked amazing everytime he thrust.

I stepped behind a bush, hiding myself as much as possible. I knew that I wanted to run down there and join in, but this was just a little too weird for me. Kent looked up and saw blondie. He beckoned to him, and I felt a pang of jealousy as the runner walked over. Kent pulled the kid away from the tree and turned him to face blondie. The kid had a thick piece of dark meat that was half hard. Without any instructions, blondie knelt down and began to suck it. The kid was panting now. "Feel good, baby?" I heard Kent say. The kid moaned. Kent nuzzled his ear and said, "You want it, don't you? You want it now, don't you, baby?" I think I heard the kid whimper, "Please."

Kent leaned back and began to fuck like a piston. The kid was panting, and I don't know how blondie dealt with the force of that cock in his mouth everytime Kent hit home. It didn't take long before Kent grunted "Here it comes!" The kid stiffened up but Kent wrapped an arm around his chest and held him close as he began to shake and shudder. His hips were bucking and I knew that he was fucking his load up the kid's ass. The kid was twisting half-heartedly, like he wanted to get away, but Kent had him pinned.

Blondie was still on his knees, sucking away and jacking himself. "Ease up, man," Kent said. "Save it for our little buddy here." He pulled out of the kid's ass, and began to turn the bottom boy around. In the moment before blondie stood up, I saw Kent's cock, long, thick and slick, standing straight out from his groin. The kid was protesting feebly, but Kent was encouraging him as blondie slid in. That was when I ran away.

Of course I went home and immediately beat off thinking about what I had seen. I beat off a second time a few hours later, still unable to get the images out of my head. Hot charming Kent was fucking ass, fucking it bare and clearly having a hell of a good time doing it. Getting anyone to do what he wanted was his specialty. And I lay on my bed, hard and horny and terrified that I wanted him to do it to me. I jerked off a third time.

On the following Saturday I went to the park again. I knew that what I wanted was to see Kent again. I didn't. I did see the hispanic kid, feeding his dick to another twinkie. But when I went home and jerked off, I was thinking about Kent. On Sunday, I hit the park once more. I was really horned up and I ended up sucking off a guy in his forties who I'd never given the time of day before. When we were through, I'd scraped up my knees and I was still horny, and I felt like an idiot. What I really wanted was to feel like was Kent's whore. I went home and jerked off to a couple of bareback sites.

The next Saturday I was back at the park like clockwork. After stumbling around the wooded paths determined that I was going to find Kent, I found blondie from week one. I followed him off the trail and in a few minutes I was banging his thick, short cock against my tonsils. All I could think about was Kent, even as he came down my throat. I knew I was in a bad place, because normally I would have been very happy about scoring with this guy, and I was pretty indifferent to his compliments afterward and his comments about how we'd have to get together someplace else so he could fuck me. He gave me his phone number. I went home and jerked off thinking about Kent.

As the next weekend drew near, I promised myself that I would do anything else but go to the park. I had an idea that I would catch the train out of town and go somewhere, anywhere that I wouldn't find myself cruising for Kent. Then, on Friday night I came home, and Kent was sitting on the steps of my building. He stood up as I crossed the street and held out his hand. "Good to see you, buddy," he said, turning on the full-wattage, knee-weakening smile. "Third time in a month!" There was no pretending. I knew he must have seen me in the park, and more than once. My heart-pounding, I invited him in.

I was on my knees as soon as the apartment door closed. I knew what I wanted and what I was doing and that was that. Eventually we made our way to the living room and I knelt between his legs, sucking his cock while he drained a beer. It was thick and heavy in my mouth and his salty pre-cum seemed endless, the product of a piece of meat designed for sex. Kent would ruffle my hair as I sucked him. "Keep your eyes on my face, baby," he murmured. "Let me see you like it." I was fully clothed, my cock hard in my slacks. Kent wouldn't let me grope myself. "You're hot enough already, baby." I was panting and slick with sweat.

He told me how he had seen me at the park. The first time watching him fuck, and then after blondie. "Didn't look like you were having a good time, babe," he said. "That wasn't what you really needed." Eventually, he pulled me gently off his cock. "Go get cleaned up for me, baby," he said. When I was done I found him in the bedroom, naked now and still hard. He came and stood behind me, rubbing his cock against my ass, up and down the crack. "You liked what you saw at the park, didn't you, baby," he whispered. "Did you want it to be you?" I nodded and pushed my ass back against his cock. "You've wanted it a long time, haven't you?" I moaned.

His entry was long and slow. I knew he could be rough, but his idea of conquest was getting me to admit I wanted him and his load. As he worked the head in he said, "No rubbers, baby, just my dick for your ass. Skin to skin, slipping inside, so I can cum in your ass just like you want me to."

For while he bitch fucked me while I was on all fours on the bed. His cock was big and hard and I liked it, but I was really tripping on the idea that this awesome looking man was fucking me because he knew I was turned on by his raw cock in my ass. The hottest guy I had ever had sex with knew that I wanted him bare and he was giving it to me. I was scared and I was turned on by being scared. I was scared of getting sick, but I was even more scared of how much I was liking him in me raw. I knew that whatever happened, this would not be the last time I was fucked bareback. Eventually Kent flipped me over on my back, shoved his cock back in, and really began to fuck me hard. "Cum in me," I moaned. "You want it, baby?" He was almost shouting. "You want it now!" "Yes!"

He bellowed and began to buck his cock into my ass like he was having some kind of spasm. I felt his cock tense in my ass and then he was blowing buckets of cum in my hole. He collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed. My mind was spinning through a whole range of emotions: fear, excitement, satisfaction. I wondered if this was what it felt like to skydive--that mix of thrill and danger and accomplishment.

He rolled off me and out of me, and used his fingers to spoon his cum out of my ass and spread it on my face. I tried to lick his fingers, but he laughed and kept them away from my mouth, spreading the cum into my hair. Then he rolled off the bed and stood up, his dick still thick and covered in jism. "You're a good fuck. Better than Dylan," he said. "You really like it. Thanks."

And he walked out of the room. I lay there, and a few minutes later I heard him leave. I got up and called the blond guy, told him whose load was in my ass, and waited for him to come over.

This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section.

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I was having a bad time last night at the baths. It was a full moon, so I was hoping for some good horned up piggy sex. I am versatile, but I've been under a LOT of stress lately and have been having trouble "keeping things up" long enough, to put it delicately, to do any topping myself, so I was looking to get fucked as much as possible, to get as many loads in my ass as I could. No one wanted to play around, though, and those that did were insisting on using condoms, which didn't interest me.

I was getting really frustrated when I walked right into my fantasy. He was young, probably early 20's, thin, on the short side, had both his nipples pierced, shaggy brown hair, and a big fat long cock with a thick metal cock ring around it. A real punky boy, which I love. With the way my night was going, I expected him to run the other way and disappear, but no, he flirted with me, then dragged me into a booth and shut the door. There was a mattress on the floor, and we started making out. I asked him what he was into, and he told me right off that he was a bottom and wanted to get fucked. I told him I would love to fuck his ass, and he said, sure, but are you clean? I told him yes, I was clean, and it's true: I am very clean. I take showers every day. It's just my cum that's dirty.

We made out more and he pulled out a bottle of lube and started stroking my cock, which was harder now than it had been in weeks. I groaned to myself because I was so horned up that if I didn't get that boy's ass on my cock I was going to self destruct. He didn't disappoint me, he pushed me down on my back and climbed on top of me, fitting my cock into his ass and slowly working himself down on it. I don't like fucking in this position, but I felt the warmth of the inside of his body on my cock and I immediately began bucking. He fucking loved it.

We made out while he straddled and worked my cock, then after several mintues of that I flipped him onto his back, which is my favorite position, and fucked him harder. He talked trash about how good my cock felt and about how he loved to get fucked. I played with his pierced nipples and kissed his mouth and bit his neck. When I felt the load building up at the base of my cock I asked him if he was ready for my cum. He pushed his ass against me harder and begged for it deep inside him. I gave him the best orgasm I've had in a long time, then kept my cock in him while we made out a little more.

I started stroking his cock, hoping to taste his load, but he told me no, that he had cum earlier and all he wanted now was to get fucked. He asked how long it had been since I had cum, and if I shot a big load. I told him not to worry, that I had filled his ass good. He smiled, thanked me, and we parted. I briefly thought about sticking around and trying to get fucked too, but I decided not to press my luck. I knew it would be difficult to top that experience. I'm ready to beat off again just thinking about him.

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Here's a follow-up posting.

My lucky night again... since it was a full moon I headed out to the baths for a round or two. I got two loads in my ass and was looking for more when I ran into the same punky boy. He led me to his room and I fucked him long and hard before I blew in his ass again. This time he didn't ask if I was clean or not, he just begged for my cum deep inside him. If I keep running into him, I may ask if he wants to take a house by the sea together.

This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. I posted in in Chem Sex Fiction because the guy targeted by the poz guys is described as "...drunk or high or something." The story was riddled with misspellings and typographical errors. I hope I caught them all.

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I just wanted to write about something I witnessed first hand at Steamworks in Chicago a month or so ago. It was so hot that I have jacked off MANY times since then thinking about it.

I was at Steamworks on a Saturday night, it was close to bar time when the place really starts hopping. I had been fucked a few times (bb of course) and I had filled a few holes with my cum as well. To the best of my knowledge I am neg. I had seen this group of 3 guys earlier and I had noticed biohazard tatts on 2 of them and saw them making out and fucking each other raw and they looked like they had some nice pieces of equipment on them. I ws standing in the hallway and I could see over where the steps were and see the new guys walking up from the changing room/locker area up to the second floor and I had seen some nice relatively hot guys walk up. I then saw this blonde guy, well built solid body, very short almost military style haircut, come up the steps it was very obvious that he was drunk or high or something. He looked to be maybe 21, 22 or 23, somewhere in the very low 20's.

I watched as the 3 guys I had seen earlier. All in their 30's I assumed and I also assumed they were all poz, or at least 2 of them were. They went up near the drunk blonde who had just come in and started to talk to him and kind of corralled him and then led them back to a room that they had. When they got him back there they left the door open and I stood close by outside watching the scene in front of me.

It was hot watching these guys get him out of his towel. One of them went down and started sucking on his nice size cock, another was working on his nips back and forth and the third was making out with him. They did that for probably 10 to 15 minutes, then one of them got out a bottle of poppers and had the blonde start inhaling them. They got him down on the bed on his back, one straddled his chest and was feeding him his cock, and keeping the poppers close, one was kneeling on the side of the bed sucking on the kid's cock and the other one was rimming his ass and getting him ready for a nice hot fuck. It was so hot hearing the kid moaning in between sucking and huffing the poppers. The biggest of the 3, I am going to assume he had a cock somewhere around 8" or so then got out the lube and lubed up his cock and lubed up the kid's ass and was getting ready to fuck him. I did not think I was going to see a infection scene unfold in front of me that night, but it was definately hot and I was jealous a bit that I was not the guy getting fucked. The top started to slide his cock in the kid's ass and the kid took the cock out of his mouth and said "man, you gotta put a rubber on if you wanna fuck me." Well at that point I thought it was going to get boring. What is the fun of fucking a kid if you have a rubber on? The top obliged 'though. He took out a rubber and unrolled it, bit off the entire tip of the rubber and then he put it on. The kid reached back and felt that the rubber was on and he open up his hole again to the guy. The top fucked for maybe 10 minutes and then let loose a huge groan. I could just picture that big hot poz load going up in this kid's ass. After a few minutes the top pulled out and the guys switched positions, keeping the bottom high on poppers and busy with their cocks, and sucking on his. Each one of the tops rode his hole 2 times, each one bit the tips off the rubbers and I assume that the blonde had 6 loads of hot POZ jizz up in his ass at the end of that breeding session. After each of them was done with his second load, one of the guys sucked him off to completion and swallowed his load. I actually heard the kid say "you gotta be careful swallowing cum, you could catch somethign doing that." I had to laugh, knowing the kid was likely to be marked forever by the night's excesses.

I went out and took 2 more loads and then called it a night. Gotta love drunk guys and stealth poz tops!!!

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The sex-nazis have closed the gloryholes in my city's bookstores but, before they did, I was quite the hot slut. I started going to bookstores as soon as I was old enough to be allowed inside them. I loved the thrill of going into the arcade areas knowing that I was going to give my ass to anyone who wanted to cum. I would go several times a week, and I never went home without getting fucked by at least 3 different men. On slow nights, I get my minimum of 3 loads in the ass, on average nights I'd usually get 6 loads, and busy nights I'd get up to 16 loads in my slutty asshole. I had a collection of assless spandex shorts that I'd made and loved going to the bookstores wearing only slip-on shoes with socks (to hold lube & money for the booths) a pair of my assless shorts, and a t-shirt that was just long enough to conceal my exposed buttcheeks from the clerk. As soon as I'd get back into the video arcade area I would tie the t-shirt up around my waist so my asscheeks was fully exposed to any men who were checking out my butt. I wanted them to all know that I was a slut and that I was there for their pleasure.

I loved cruisiing the dimly lit hallways of the arcades with my ass hanging out an letting men feel me up as I walked by them. When I'd generated enough interest, I'd make my way to a booth with a couple of gloryholes in it and make sure enough of the men noticed I was going in. Then, as soon as the door was closed, I'd strip naked, make sure my asshole was properly lubed, feed the video machine and find a gay vid, then wait for the sound of the doors closing from the neighboring booths.

It never took long for guys to get in the booths next to mine, and I'd always make sure to display my naked body for them when I saw them looking through the gloryholes before spreading my asscheeks for them and offering my fuckhole to them. Most would scramble to drop their pants and feed their cock through the gloryhole opening, and I'd quickly back my ass onto their drooling cockheads, feeling their cocks getting harder as I positioned the head at the opening of my well-lubed mancunt. When I'd feel their cockhead centered on my asshole, I'd push back and feel their meat slide inside me.

God how I love feeling anonymous cocks slipping inside my ass!

Some guys would have my fuck their cocks with my ass while others would just start slamming my ass through the gloryhole right away. Only 2 or 3 out of 10 would use a condom and I always made sure to get their cum-filled rubbers from them when they were done so I could shove it into my ass and squeeze all their cum inside my ass. There were always small peepholes in the doors of the videobooths and, wehen I knew someone was peeking in, I'd just unlock the door and let them open it wide so all could watch me getting my ass fucked. As soon as the door was open, and guys started noticing the action, a crowd would always gather. I loved it when the guy who was fucking me was doing it hard enough to make lots of noise, slamming his pelvis against the thin wall that seperated us, causing it to creak and strain as it bowed in while he fucked me like a bitch. The guys watching would urge me on as and some of them would position themselves near the door of the booth next to mine so they could be the next stud to fuck me.

Sometimes I never even made it into the booth before the action would start. Some guys would see my naked ass as I cruised the hallways, come up behind me and rub my naked ass. I'd arch my back and push my ass back to them and, the next thing I knew, I would hear their zipper being whipped down and feel their hot cockhead being poked between my asscheeks. From there, I'd help them find my asshole by shifting my hips until their cockhead was positioned correctly, then I'd push my ass back hard and make my hole swallow their cock in one steady push. They'd grab my hips and fuck me like a rabbit as other men watched the fun and gathered around us. As soon as one man was finished fucking me, another would take his place. Then another would take his place, and so on through the night.

God I LOVED it!! If they ever open the gloryholes up again in this city, I know I'll be back to my slutty ways in a heartbeat! I love being a cockslut and cumpig, and LOVE taking multiple anonymous loads! Nothing is finer than feeling a stranger's cock twitching & pulsing while buried deep in my asshole as it pumps a hot load of cum into me! I figure (conservatively) I've taken about 900 loads into my asspussy, from about 600 different men. I had some "regulars" who'd make sure to fuck me whenever I was there, but I know there was were a lot of guys from out of town (Anchorage gets a lot of visitors in the summer, and gets lots of short-term workers who have to come up here for business), and guys who just needed to get off in a random hole.

My only regret is not getting fucked even more before the bastards-that-be forced the bookstores to close up the gloryholes. But, if they ever open them up again, my ass will be plastered against the nearest gloryhole and I'll be taking on all cummers again!

This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section.

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Hello mate. I decided to reply to this in public because I want others to hear this.

My chasing started when I started to get very depressed at where my life was taking me. I started to become more and more down and the fantasy of bugchasing started to become more and more like reality. Don't get me wrong, I was not suicidal or anything like that. I just think that my depression made me consider it when otherwise it would have only remained a fantasy.

I guess like many of you guys I messed a few guys around by arranging meets and not showing. I was very open about wanting the other guy to know I was negative. It wasn't good enough for me just to get converted. My fantasy was to have a bloke look into my eyes as he gave me his load. I searched the internet for almost 4 months and found it relatively easy to find HIV positive guys who were willing.

In the end it all happened on a Sunday afternoon. It was a hot day and I was really horny. I didn't intend for that to be the day. I just got chatting to a hot POZ guy on the net and for all my meticulous searching, I actually went for a guy that did not know I was negative. At least I guesss he thought that. I made a date with him at 2 hours notice so that I couldn't talk myself out of it. He fucked me and came inside me. I left the cum in me for the rest of the day. I felt reasonably ok afterwards...not many regrets.

The next day I met another guy and got another POZ load. I will never forget because the guy seemed to know I was negative. He kept asking if it was ok to shoot inside me. I had no regrets and said yes. After 2 loads I waited a number of months and took a home HIV test which was positive. I was a little down when I got this result. Pretty stupid really, I don't know. After that result I still had doubts in my mind despite going through obvious seroconversion syptoms. I got tested again earlier this year at my local clinic and the result was confirmed positive. When I got this result I did feel very bad.

Please don't take this that I am trying to talk others out of it. I still question how I really feel now. I also don't think people are honest on here as to why they want to contract this virus. If I am brutally honest I would say it's because I am a little mixed up and abit of a loner. I always try to distace myself from other people and don't know why. I don't know whether catching this virus was for the need to belong or what. I try not to analyze that too much. I am not going to give any advice to anybody because I am not sure how I feel myself. The only thing I will say is that there is no going back after you have done it so think long and hard.

My viral load is soaring right now as I keep taking more POZ loads, not sure why. My CD4 is around 300. It is really difficult because this is such a taboo subject. I come to chat with other people like me. It would be really nice to meet someone else in a similar position to me. I can't confess this to anyone else as they wouldn't understand.

Take care of yourself fellas. It is the hottest fantasy that you can have really. I made mine a reality.

Love and peace.

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My 18 year cousin Joey came to the city from some small town to stay with us for the summer. Yeah, I kinda knew he was gay for a while before I asked him, just from the way I saw him checking out guys when he thought nobody was watching. Nobody else noticed- I saw it though. Rudy, an older neighbor, a real sleaze, especially caught his attention. Rudy is older, about 55, drop dead sexy,a real daddy type. And a big time leather top- I've seen him in action time and time again at the baths. Barebacking is his thing, especially with the newbies who somehow wander into the baths out of curiosity. They always end up leaving with more than they bargained for- Rudy is as POZ as he is hot. He and I are pretty good friends,the two gay guys in the neighborhood. We often go out to the clubs and to the baths afterwards. He tells me hot stories of his exploits.

I decided to invite Joey to come out with us one night. When I asked Rudy if it would be okay if Joey came out with us his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Joey didn't stand a chance. Rudy had seen him just yesterday in his tight jean shorts when we were washing the car and said his dick went immediately hard. Poz tops can be very determined to get what they want and almost always do. Very aggressive. The thrill of turning my naive cousin out was too exciting to resist. When I invited him and said Rudy was coming, he said,"You mean that dude next door? That hot guy? Hell yeah. I want to come!" He thought he knew it all. Like he was so mature or something. Excellent. I immediately ran down the mental checklist of things I'd needed to bring:  jockstrap, check; poppers, check; blindfold, check.  Booty bump, call Rico and arrange to pick one up later, as well as a joint sprinkled with tina.  By the way, the blindfold is Rudy's specialty. So it looked like everything was in order and we'd have everything we'd need for the adventure on Friday.

You should have seen Joey when Rudy got in the car with us Friday night. He was a little disappointed that we weren't going dancing like we had planned, but just going out "to a club" instead. The sooner we get there, the more pozzing we could do, Rudy wisely pointed out. We had already had drinks at the house- a rare treat for Joey. He was on his way. "Here, take a puff of this, Joey," Rudy said as he smiled that handsome smile and passed the laced joint to my cousin.

Joey was so much in awe of the sexy older man and got so instantly high when the tina in the joint hit him like a freight train, he didn't even notice that he was the only one smoking. I smiled over to Rudy and passed him a small plastic bag containing a travel size jar of vaseline and two booty bumps. (Rico is good to his repeat clientele.) Joey was flying pretty high and barely noticed Rudy pulling down his underwear enough in his jeans to lube up his tight asshole and insert one and then another pleasure ball. Joey didn't even know where he was. Luckily we were already in the parking lot of the baths and the staff were all my friends - I did work here for six years, after all, and even after I quit I became a regular guest. My friend Brian at the door just shook his head and smiled as we helped Joey in. "At it again, eh? Take number 11- It's still kind of quiet, it's early."

We wasted no time stripping Joey down and putting the jock stap on him. Such a beautiful butt, accented perfectly with the tight strap. Next, Rudy had the honor of putting the blindfold on him- Joey was so out of it, he thought it was some cool game. Rudy, meanwhile, lubed up his eight inch dick, rock hard from the viagra he takes before hitting the baths, and I held the poppers steadily under Joey's nose, closing one nostil, then the other, hearing him groan loudly and then actually yell as the big dickhead speared his tight boy pussy. "Yell all you want, Joey. You're at a bath house. You're probably turning someone on."

And he was. The guy at the open door stroking his dripping dick said, "I get him next." I knew that guy. He was one of those lanky HIV+ sleazes who frequent this place.

"He's all yours, man," I said with an approving nod.

Joey was working his hips up and down the best he could to meet the butt fucking Rudy mercilessly plowed into him. He was so high on the tina, so horny, all that mattered was getting fucked. His dick, limp but dripping precum, let me know it overtook his body. He was just a sex pig awaiting his breeding like all the other sexpig bottoms in the bathhouse.  And then, squirt after squirt of POZ cum erupted from the tip of Rudy's giant dick in the boy's asshole and I bent down to whisper in his ear, "Good boy. You're taking it like a champ! I'm proud of you!" His cumhole was so wet and dripping poz juice. It was a beautiful sight.

It was the icing on the cake when I whispered my further instructions and the blindfolded Joey complied, yelling, "THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR YOUR GIFT,SIR!!" The guy at the door laughed at the pathetically high performance and moved closer to assume his place at the kid's ass.

By the time the club really got into full swing, Joey started crying from all the dick he was getting. His butt was red and sore looking. Poor guy. Still, he set something of a record lying there in a pool of strangers' cum, wearing his enticing tight jockstrap. I counted 34 'donors'.  After each insemination Joey repeated "Thank you. Thank you." He was transformed into a cum pig, thanking every possibly poz fucker for his gift.

I can hardly wait for the day when all three of us take another ride together, but this time to an HIV clinic and Joey gets some very important test results. I won't be able to mask my delight when he converts. Rudy says he'll take him into the bathroom right there at the clinic and fuck him bareback when he is confirmed positive.  And then he wants to take him directly to the tattoo parlour owned by his buddy so Joey can get a nice biohazard tattoo on his butt.  I doubt it will take too long, judging from all the loads he took that night.

This was salvaged from bugshare.net, from the "Strictly Stories" section. The original posting promised the story would be continued. If I find the continuation, I'll add it to this file.

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I was spending New Years Eve in a little town somewhere in Georgia. Definitely boring. Well, it was a grey Sunday and, of course, no gas-station was selling liquor. I was staying at some (straight) friends I hardly knew. Could it get any worse? Sure. No fireworks. What�s New Year�s Eve without fireworks and alcohol? Okay, okay back to the story. So this was my all-time favourite celebration: no alcohol, no close friends, no fireworks, no car, stranded in a small town somewhere in Georgia. After a very short party we all said good-bye and went back to our rooms. I was so pissed off but I managed getting even a little drunk (finally I found some). I went online and checked my messages on my favourite gay site, and ended-up talking with a guy from Atlanta with whom I previously exchanged IMs.

He also was at a very boring party and asked me if I wanted to hang out with him. Sure, I said, but that he had to come down to my place, 'cause I didn't have a car. To my surprise, he responded he was enroute. An hour later he made it to my apartment complex, and jeez, he was black. Turns out he never told me 'cause he didn't want to disappoint me. C'mon whatï's going on with gay people in Georgia? So many prejudices out there to be ashamed of your skin color?

He came up to my apartment and we sat down on my bed. I had no furniture in this room except my bed, which encouraged us to sit close to each other. He had brought a six-pack which we finished quickly. We were talkin' about this and that, and differences in gay culture, favourite sex positions, etc. when he suddenly came closer and kissed me. Five minutes later we were all naked and kissing, touching and exploring our bodies. After a lot of kissing (I love foreplay), we finally moved to the more interesting parts. I started to suck his huge black dick. It tasted so nice...pre-cum was oozing out of it but who cares? It tasted so good. I had to get more of it. But shit! No lube, no condoms - forgotten at home. Damnit. But his beautiful dark cock, this sweet taste and it was obvious he wanted to fuck me bare.

I was sitting on his waist. His dick throbbing with pre-cum, moisturizing my crack. He was trying to get the head of his pole inside my ass and I was trying to relax and making myself comfortable with my decision of a bareback fuck with an unknown black dude. An unknown athletic black guy in his early 20s with a hot and smooth body and a beautiful 8 or 8.5 inch dick. The situation was scary but also made me rock hard and leaking pre-cum. I was so fucking horny! Riding his big black dick bareback was all my brain was able to think about. About him fucking my ass bare and pumping his hot semen in my ass.

Eventually I loosened up and he finally produced enough pre-cum to lube my hole up good. The dark and nice sized head slide in to my ass. Slowly, his dick entered my hole inch by inch. It felt so damn good. When his shaft was fully inside my sweet neg white ass, he pulled out and flipped me over, lying on my stomach he plunged back in. I was shivering with anticipation and ready to get fucked by him when he asked me "Aren't you afraid about a stranger fuckin' you bare?" I froze in my motion. Excuse me? "Aren't you afraid of getting stds?" "Sure, I am! But do I have to?" He started to fuck me slowly. I don't know why but I started to moan. I couldn't help myself but his dick slowly thrusting in & out of my ass felt so incredibly good. Damn, I was horny as hell and still a little drunk.

"I could stop if you want me to" he said in a soft and calm voice while kissing my neck. "Jeez, please stop" I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Should I really stop grinding your ass?" "Please stop" I was still moaning from the sensation of his pre-cum oozing pole inside my now sticky ass. "Do you really want me to pull my poz death stick out of your with my pre-cum dripping hole? Do you really want me to stop fucking you bare? My toxic black dick and balls slappin' against your ass? Don't you want this load in your hole?" he asked while tweaking my tits.

What should I do? I mean, he was drilling my hole bareback with lots and lots of his pre-cum as lube. Should I really stop him? But why, I might already have it and he was a damn good top. Why should I stop him from fucking me? And the thought of changing my whole life within seconds and giving up my secure and boring college student career turned me on. Yeah, it turned me on and I wanted him to decide on my life. "Damn it! Yes, fuck me bare! Please, I want your come in my hole" That was what he was waiting for: his thrusts became more and more intense. I could feel how his orgasm was building up inside his balls. "You ready for my babies, you fuckin' slut?" "Yeah, breed me, man" I cried. "I'm making you my bitch - now!!!" he groaned as his dick erupted deep inside my ass and spurts of hot toxic semen flooded my hole.

My body was still shivering when he wrapped his arms around me, still keeping his dick inside my hole. "Welcome" he said in a warm voice. "What have I done?" was my response. "Your first step to the darker site of hot gay sex. Now, you can have man to man sex as much as you want and always skin on skin without hesitating or thinking about status. It's real sex as it was meant to be, now. This pure and intense feeling only a good old bareback fuck can give you. And Now it's my turn to get your last negative load."

Hi, Ctcub. Rawtop found some on his computer copied off years ago, and sent them to me, asking I clean them up and post 'em. The server, by the way, is not fully down. Aside from the 'Poll' section, where the dialogue continues, and two other minor sections, the stories posted under BugTales are still there (as of today). Rawtop and I copied them off onto this site months ago. The assumption is the entire site will die when the license expires, which I understand will be in March 2011.

Nice, Pozchubslut. Wish I had your chutzpah (and luck)!

The first time I fucked him was in a sling. A friend of mine told me that he was going to be at a bathhouse I frequent, so I showed up and found him right away. It was obvious, the description was very accurate.

He's a smaller boy, 25 years old, latin with beautiful dark skin, and a young looking face with a perpetual smile pasted on it. He's solid, meaning he's not really lithe, but he's not chunky or fat at all. Just well proportioned and with a butt that is so full and round and worked out that it was tough to grab his cheeks with both hands and spread it apart so my tongue could get into his tight little hole.

But what a hole it was. Yeah, it was tight, but not too tight, an attribute I am determined to change in whatever boy I fuck. I really prefer to cum in a hole that's been fucked until it's gaping wide. When there is only slight pressure on my fuck stick is when I am able to finally cum. I've fucked boys for a couple hours or more.

When I'm fucking to loosen up a boy's hole, I let my cock slide all the way out and let him catch his breath before I slam it all the way in up to my nuts. It opens him up and fills him and usually his eyes go wide and he starts to worry that he's about to shit on me, so they often run to the bathroom. After they discover that it's just the sensation of being fucked hard, deep and rough, they get into it and take it like that over and over. My cock stays rock hard and rarely needs to be guided in with my hands. I can point my cock with my hips after I've got used to his hole, and slide it in fast and hard from fully outside his hole.

Well, that first time was pretty damn hot and I was fucking him to loosen his hole. I told him to clench his hole so that I could not get my cock in and he dutifully tightened it up just before I slammed my cock deep into his hole again, much to his surprise. It didn't take long of me whispering in his ear to tighten that fuckhole up before it was really getting quite used and much looser.

Without needing my hands to guide my cock I'm able to use them to spread a boy's hole wide, grabbing each butt cheek with a hand and pulling those cheeks apart and expose his hole.

Then he started bucking and whining and begging for my load, and I rarely can resist once they start begging like that, it turns me on. So I fucking shot my load into his hole. For whatever reason, my cock was well positioned when it started to throb and pulse with each gooey was I was blasting into his ass. So much so that I could feel the "splashback" for lack of a better word, as each stream sprayed out. His eyes grew wide and I could tell that he felt it too. He started to lick his lips and buck as he felt each blast.

Now I know that often a bottom can only tell that you're cumming by when your voice changes or you actually say something like "I'm cumming" but this boy felt every single wad. And I could tell he liked it.

And that's exactly why he wanted breeding number two. And I wanted to go back too because he is so damn cute, for one, but also because just as I was cumming and for a little while after, particularly as I was slumped over him, he started to contract his ass muscles and literally suck the rest of whatever residual cum was in my nuts. His ass was sucking my cock! It felt great.

So the second time rolls around and we're in the same bathhouse. I told him I wanted to feel what it was like to be in his hole when we both came at the same time. Now I was a little concerned since the difference in age between us is 20 years. I guess I don't trust that a 25 year old is really capable of finding an older man attractive enough to cum too. He hadn't the time before, even though I knew that he was saving himself for the night since he was meeting more than just me to get bred.

But this time I had him all to myself and I wanted to feel his ass clench around my cock when he came. It's my favorite sensations especially when I'm cumming too because I know that he's somewhat out of control at that moment. His ass muscles contract automatically and the sensation of my cum blasting inside his guts usually makes them cum back again and again.

So this time he wanted to watch my face and threw his legs up in the air, one of my favorite positions, one which most bottom boys are out of shape to do for long, but not this one. I could have probably bend this boy in half like that for hours, but I didn't need to. I came in him after a little over an hour and by then my cock was rubbed raw because he has freshly shaved his hole and a few nubs were long enough to really irritate the skin on my cock.

Well, I can't say that it was entirely my doing, but when I called him up again about two weeks later, he begged off saying simply that he was not feeling well and thought he should lay low for a few more days at least.

Ah, the HIV flu, I thought. I remember it well.

I can't be sure that's what is was, because I probably won't be privy to his blood work or anything, but I just had this gut feeling after we talked. It sure sounded like it.

And when he's feeling better I can't wait to pump another big poz load up into his hot little hole.

This was salvaged from bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. It was originally separated into three individual postings. I combined them, cleaning up the spacing and punctuation (and a tiny bit of the syntax. I believe the writer intended to continue the tale, but if he did, I have not yet run across a 4th section. If I do I'll add it to this extended tale of debauchery.

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This is a true story from my exploits as a PnP lovin’ bareback bottom cum slut in Phoenix, Arizona sometime in the Spring of 2001. I plan on a series of stories describing my best experiences. If you think you may have fucked me (probably at the Chute bathhouse or Zorba’s ABS on Scottsdale Rd, but maybe at Flex bathhouse), please email me at tucsondude85716@hotmail.com and let me know when/where you think we hooked up. I’d love a cock pic as well (trying to put together a “trophy wall” of my conquests)! I’d also appreciate feedback on the stories themselves.

I was 26 at the time these events took place. My “cruising name” was “Jack” I’m 6', 180#, green eyes (often wearing glasses during my visits to the Chute), both nipples pierced (but if you played with them too much, I probably told you it was “just for looks”, not because I was much into tit-play). I had short, light brown/dark blonde hair, a goatee, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Total masculine, straight acting, closeted bi cock-fiend. If I was wearing shorts, you probably thought I had nice legs (muscular, particularly big calves). I’m uncut, 8"-ish (but if I was partying with my girl Tina, you probably never saw my cock hard). When I was at the Chute, I would usually walk around with my towel over my shoulder. At the Chute I was often smoking a cigarette in one of the movie rooms, playing with my cock and asshole. I had a strong preference for public displays, and was fucked in the public areas of the Chute often (movie rooms, bunk bed room, glory hole maze. If I was getting fucked in a private room, I’d leave the door open (they let you do that back then) if my top was up for it. I picked my men on the basis of their cocks, not looks, etc. Old, fat, ugly, bald, didn’t matter. A nice hard cock, the bigger the better, to fuck my slut cum hole was what I was looking for.

If we hooked up, you probably noticed that I was not the best when it came to sucking cock (though I could do a good enough job on average size guys). Especially if you were hung, I probably only sucked you enough to get you hard before I tried to get you to slide it in my ass.

Anyway on to the story:

This marathon of serving any and all available tops as a PnP bareback bottom cum dumpster also took place in the Spring of 2001. I was at work; a server in a busy steakhouse in Paradise Valley. I have been a server in many restaurants, and I'm really, really good at the job. It was good thing because it was a busy Saturday night, and I was, to say the least, distracted. I was running around the restaurant with a bunch of cum in my ass. I didn't sleep the night before, when I'd gone to the baths and hooked up with a guy who shared the tina he was smoking with me, and it was GOOD stuff. I had gone to his private room at the Chute, <<this is a future story called First PnP Cum Slut at the Baths>> Long story short, I had spent the morning after we left the baths with my new buddy and his roommate, watching porn, getting SPUN watching porn, fucking. I had to leave his house eventually, 'cause I had to work that night at 5. I had taken the opertunity to score some dope from my friend's source – got a teener of nice glass for the rest of my weekend. I went home, took a shower, and went to work. I was distracted by the fact that I was so fucking HORNED UP while I was at work. All I could think of was how much I wanted to feel more cock deep in my ass. I was made horny by the random thought that I had cum from more cocks in me from the last night than most of the female servers (average age about 22) had had in their lives! Every step I took I was aware of the slippery feeling inside my ass and the thought of being offered to any hard cock was racing through my head.

Finally I was done with my shift. I had brought everything I thought I might need with me to work so I could go straight to the baths. I drove to the Chute and got a private room. My buddy from the night before had given me a douche kit and taught me how to clean out before taking cocks in my hole. I made sure I was spotless inside, smoked some tina, and went to hunt for some cock. Guys were walking around the dark hallways in their towels, room keys on elastic bands around wrists or ankles. I had my lube and my poppers with me. The hallways were dark, the air heavy with smoke and sweat. There was some awesome techno music on the sound system.

I went to the glory hole maze. It was nearly pitch black. I ventured in, basically feeling my way in. I could tell there were a bunch of guys in the maze, and I could hear slurps and flesh moving against flesh. At various places, the walls of the maze had glory holes cut out. As my eyes adjusted, I looked for an open hole. I found one and knelt down. The surging desire for cock was strumming through me. I waited. It didn't take long. A guy came up to the opening of my glory hole. He opened his towel and showed his semi hard cock. I practically stuck my head through the hole to show him my open mouth. He put his cock through the hole. I eagerly slid my mouth around him. He was cut with a perky helmet and pretty thick. About 7” or so. I took a hit of poppers and took his cock till his balls were on my chin. Between the poppers and the tina, I was easily able to deep throat him. I made love to his cock with my mouth. It was the best blow job I've ever given (prior to my PnP initiation, I was primarily a top, and had never been very good at sucking cock).

I took a break to whisper to him that I wanted him to fuck me. He said he wanted to come in my mouth. I was disappointed, because his cock got nicer and nicer the longer I sucked it. It grew another 1/2” plus. It got rock hard, and there were nice veins standing out. It would have felt GREAT in my ass. But if he wanted to cum in my mouth, I wanted to feel him shoot and swallow his cum. I went back to work. He started his short strokes. I let him fuck my mouth. He went all the way in and stayed there, grunting and groaning. I felt warmth in my throat. Pulled back so the head of his cock was in my mouth, and I felt warmth on my tongue. Finally, he pulled out of my mouth. I swallowed the cum that was in my mouth. My throat felt spermy where he had shot his load directly down into my gut. I wanted more cock NOW. I felt like draining the load of every cock I could find.

Folks had clearly noticed that he was having fun. As soon as he left, another man stepped up to the hole. A beautiful, fat, uncut Latino cock came through the hole. I was mostly hard, and I started sucking it as well as I could. It was bigger than the first one, the kind of uncut cock where the shaft is as thick as the head and it was THICK. I could only take about ¾ of it down my throat. It was at least 8”. While I knelt on the floor, sucking his cock as well as I could, I was lubing up my ass and running my fingers as far into myself as I could. “Do you like to fuck” I whispered, reluctant to take his cock out of my mouth. “Yeah” A single whispered syllable.

I stood up and turned around to present my ass to the hole. I reached through my legs and felt for him. His cock bumped against my cheek. I grabbed him, and rubbed the head of his cock up and down across my hold, getting it slippery with the copious amount of lube in and on my ass. I was SO happy there was not a condom on his cock. I lined his cock up with my desperately horny asshole and backed up against him. As soon I had him sliding up my ass, I took several DEEP hits from my poppers and started fucking by ass back against him. He drove it all the way in, held it for a second, and started slowly fucking in in and out of me. On the back stroke he would take it almost all the way out. On the down stroke his thick cock felt so GOOD driving in to my ass. I discovered I could tighten on his cock slightly as he withdrew, and open myself to caress his cock more gently on the way in.

I kept hitting the poppers. Someone had found his way to my side of the partition. As I bent over, backing my ass up and bucking against the cock impaling me through the hole, he presented his cock in my face. I started sucking him. He was cut, very hard, not particularly thick and maybe 6”. I let him fuck my throat. The guy fucking my ass was working himself towards orgasm, fucking my ass faster, with strokes seeking pleasure for his cock, rather than teasing me with his beautiful cock. He drove all the way in and held it there. I clamped my ass on his cock as hard as I could. I could feel a delicious feeling of warmth and gooiness deep in my ass. He fucked his cock in and out of me to pump the rest of his cum in me.

Without warning, he pulled out of me and left. I had never seen his face, or even heard his voice other than that one “Yeah”. But I had worshiped his cock for him. First with my mouth, then with my ass. And his cum was deep inside me. When he realized that the guy on the other side had finished and left, the guy on my side reached over to finger my ass. “Did he cum in you?” “Yeah. Do you like to fuck?” “I'm about to cum” I pulled off of his cock. “Just stick it in and cum in me”. We maneuvered ourselves so I was bent over in front of him and I again reached between my legs to guide another bare cock into my hole. He pushed in slowly and held still when he got it all the way in. “I'm really close." “Cum in me”. He managed about two strokes before he drove all the way in, grunting loudly several times. He fell heavily against my back as he finished spurting in me. I pulled off his cock.

My eyes had adjusted to the near total darkness, and I could see that there was an open area in the middle of the maze and that there were several guys there. I moved past my last conquest. “Thanks” I whispered. I entered the common area and found my way to the wall at the back of the maze. I leaned forwarded and braced my hands against the wall, presenting my ass to anyone and everyone. My towel was around my neck, I was naked, sticking my ass out like a desperate whore, begging for cock. Someone came up behind me. I felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down my crack, pushing occasionally against my hole. “Put it in.” I was shameless. He complied. With two loads in my ass back to back, there was no need for lube. He slid it in. He felt pretty average in size, but at this point all cock was good to me. He was obviously already close to cumming. “Please cum in me”. My whispered plea drove him over the edge. He spasmed against my ass, rabbit-fucking his load into me. He pulled out as soon as he was finished. I rested against the wall for a moment. I looked around – the maze seemed to be empty. I needed to rest.

I went to a video room and sat on the hard bench to catch my breath and watch some porn. I reached down to finger my asshole. I had cum smeared on my upper thighs where it had leaked out of my ass. My asshole was relaxed and slippery with the three loads that had been shot up my chute in probably no more than 30 minutes. A middle aged guy came in and sat down on the bench nearly opposite from me. He started jacking his cock. I motioned for him to come join me. He moved over and sat down next to me. I was on his cock instantly, sucking him into my mouth. It was smaller that average, but uncut, so that was hot. I bobbed up and down on it. I decided I wanted to see how fast I could make him cum. It was not to be. After a while, he motioned me off his cock. “I don't want to cum yet." “OK. Maybe I'll see you later.” I went back to watching the movie, smoked a cigarette and played with myself. Another guy came in and sat down. He was darker skined, middle eastern looking. Very handsome, early 20's. I moved over and asked him “Can I suck it?” He offered it to me. He was long, uncut, and wearing a chrome cock ring. His cock was partially hard; it had that meaty heaviness to it that a guy gets when he has been hard, then soft multiple times before he cums. “Do you party?” he whispered in my ear. “MmmHmm” I nodded, my mouth full of his cock. “Come to my room.”

That was all he had to say. I stood up and followed him down the dark hall way. He let us into his room and we sat on the bed. He produced a glass bong with a glass bowl for smoking tina. He had a real torch, not just a lighter. He held the bong out to me with one hand and started heating the bowl with the torch. As soon as the dope started to vaporize, I took a pull at the bong. It filled with the rich white smoke. “Take a breath, then clear it. Hold your breath as long as you can.” I took a breath and cleared the smoke from the bong as he held the bowl for me. The rush hit me immediately. I had never had such a lungful of dense smoke. I held my breath. “Give it to me.” He started kissing me, and I slowly exhaled into his mouth, feeling him suck the vapor out of me into his lungs. He held his breath, then kissed me again. This time he was exhaling the smoke for me to breath in. We passed it back and forth until it was gone. We took turns hitting the bong and sharing the smoke. In no time, I was higher than I ever had been. I tried to start sucking his cock, but he stopped me. “What if we open the door, and I'll eat your ass?” I climbed onto the bed, on all fours, with my ass sticking up in the air. With the door open, he buried his face in my ass. I groaned and squirmed as his wet tongue pushed into my hole. “Do you already have cum in there?” “Yeah.” “More than one guy?” “Three guys, in the maze.” "Fuckin' hot" was his reply, as he kept tonguing my ass. “I want to watch you get fucked, then I'll eat the load out of your ass.”

I turned around to look at the door. Someone was standing there. A middle aged bear type. I gestured him in. He made as if to close the door, catching my eye with the unspoken question. “Leave it open." His towel hit the floor. He was uncut and almost totally soft, but I could see that he had a Prince Albert. Wow. I had never been fucked by a pierced cock before. “Let me suck it to get you hard, then you can fuck him.” My party buddy had a plan. I got up on the bed in what I now considered my 'slut pose', face down, ass up on the bed. I made sure I could see the action as PA guy stuck his cock in my buddy's mouth. PA reached around to finger my ass. “You want me to fuck you?” “Please." “How many cocks have you had tonight?” “Three. In the Maze." “Did they breed you?” “They all came in my ass." “Are you a slut?” Feeling like I was being interrogated, I replied "yeah.”

Another man came into the room. He was black, young, very toned and well muscled. He had very broad shoulders and narrow hips. He had his towel wrapped tightly against him, but I could tell that he had a big cock under it. He removed his towel and I got off the bed to kneel in front of him. His cock was FUCKING HUGE. It was mostly hard, but so heavy that it hung down rather than jutting out. It was cut, VERY thick, and at least 11”. It was perfectly straight, absolutely beautiful, PORN quality cock. I sucked it as well as I could. “Do you like to fuck?” “Can you take this whole cock?” “Please let me feel it in my ass.” “How do you want to get fucked?” “Let me sit down on it to get used to it, then you can fuck me however you want.”

He lay on the bed and I straddled him. I squirted lube on his cock and spread it along the his amazing length. I rubbed a palm full of lube on my hole and lined it up with his cock. He held it against the base, and I paused for a minute with his head pressing on my hole. I couldn't believe the heat of his cock head as he rubbed against my hole. I took some huge hits of poppers, and started sliding down his cock. It was amazing. I couldn't believe the sensation of fullness, and how hard and thick he felt in me. I thought I must have him almost the whole way in, but when I reached between my legs, I found that there was still at least 4” to go! Finally, I was sitting all the way down on his cock. I was impaled on his massive cock. I started to move up and down on it. I usually like to go up until a guy is almost falling out of my ass before I sit back down, but with this guy, I couldn't do it. His cock was so long, that I couldn't raise my hips enough to get him out of me without raising up off my knees.

“How do you wanna get deep-dicked?” “Yeah, but I'll have to reposition myself - on my back, maybe.” I climbed off of him and we exchanged places on the bed. I lay on my back and spread my legs in the air. He pulled my pelvis up against him as he knelt between my legs. He lined my ass up with his cock and pressed forward, sliding into me for what felt like forever. “Oh my god. Your cock is amazing." My bong buddy and Mr. PA had paused to watch us. “Take that big cock. You like that, slut?” "Fuck it feels so good in my ass.” I had my legs over the black stud's shoulders as he held my hips and fucked his gigantic cock in and out of my ass. My head was spinning. I kept taking deep hits of my poppers. It felt like my ass, wrapping itself around his magnificent cock, was my entire being. I was in thrall to his cock, I was absolutely wanton in my desire to please him.

He loved the fact that I was such a verbal slut telling him how much I loved his cock. I told him that he had truly porn star quality cock, that it was the biggest cock I have ever seen, and that I had never felt anything as amazing as his cock plunging in and out of my ass. Even more exciting was the fact that I was being watched by Mr. Prince Albert, who would occasionally bend over to suck my cock briefly. I became aware that there was a group of guys standing at the door to the room, at least 3 or 4, watching what was obviously a monumental fuck. I have no idea how long I had that beautiful black cock in my ass. I closed my eyes and just blissed out on the incredible sensations of fullness and pleasure coming from my ass. I was lost in my cock-slut delirium. I would open my eyes periodically and check how many guys were watching me get fucked. I became aware that Bong Man was talking to me. “He wants to know if you want him to breed your ass.” “Oh God YES.” I said it loud enough for my audience to hear me. “Please cum in my ass!”

He started bucking. He shoved his cock all the way in and ground his hard pelvic bone against my ass. His cock felt incredibly thick at the base. I knew he had to be pumping a huge load in my ass. All to soon, he pulled his cock out of my ass. Prince Albert immediately stuck his head between my leg, pushed me up on the bed so he could get at what he wanted, and started tonguing my ass and licking up and down my crack. I had never felt something so incredibly decedent and depraved. After a minute he moved back from between my legs. “Who's next”? Bong Man was offering my ass to the next anonymous cock. A younger white guy came in. He looked like, in his clothes, he'd be a white-boy wanna-be gangster. He looked like he was in his early 20's. He had a pierced nipple and a nice, hard, cut cock. I asked him how he wanted to fuck me. “From behind.” "No problem, man."

I got on the bed, again in my face-down-ass-up slut pose. I felt the head of his cock press against my hole, which swallowed his cock without hesitation. He had a nice-sized cock, but nowhere close to as large as my black-super stud. I hit the poppers and rested my head on the bed. I had to use my arms to keep my head from being driven into the wall at the head of the narrow bed. “Are you going to cum in my ass?” “Do you want more cum in that hole?” "Of course. Give it to me.” I ground my ass back against his thrusts. Since my ass had been opened up so wide by the black stud, I was ready for anything he could dish out. He started to fuck me harder and faster, with shorter strokes. I knew that my ass was about to claim another load of cum from a stranger's cock. He grunted as he spewed his cum up my asshole and quickly withdrew as soon as he was done.

I turned around and saw that the group of men at the door had disappeared. The Bong Man was sitting on the other end of the bed, smoking a cigarette. I asked if I could bum a smoke – mine were in my room. He asked if I wanted to close the door so we could smoke some more Tina. I told him I was always ready to party more. While he was loading up the bowl of his bong, he asked me how long I'd been such a slut. I told him not that long, but that when I partied, I couldn't get enough cock. He asked me if I'd ever been in a sling. I had seen the sling room at the Chute. The sling was in the middle of an otherwise bare room. I had never seen someone in the sling – when I saw it it was being cleaned by staff, presumably after someone checked out. “I'd love to get fucked in a sling. I'd take any cock I could get.” "Well, let's see what trouble we can get into."

We smoked the whole bowl, exchanging the smoke back and forth as we had before. He told me his time in his room was about to expire, but that if I'd share it with him, he'd get the sling room. I told him that I couldn't wait. He told me he had to pack up all his stuff, go up to the front and rent the sling room. I told him I'd be looking for him when he came back. I went to take a quick shower. I was sweaty, and my thighs were sticky with the cum oozing out of my ass. I made sure my crack was clean, but I did nothing to clean up the sperm still slowly oozing out of my ass. When I walked, my I was conscious of the slippery feel of cum deep in my ass.

After searching for a while for a clock, I discovered that it was already 2:00. My 6 hour rental of my room was only half over. I went to watch some porn in one of the two movie rooms. I tried to watch the porn, but I was too spun to sit still. I threw my towel around my shoulders and started cruising the dark hallways. The hallways were dark enough that it was hard to see a guy's face if he was more than about 5 feet away. There was a definite aroma of male bodies and sex in the air. There was some driving techno on the sound system that gave the place a very up beat feel, especially to me, tweaked out of my mind.

I saw lots of guys in the halls. Some were cruising slowly around, like me. Some were standing still, watching us cruisers as we made our way past. There were some younger guys and lots of guys who looked mid-30's and older. I saw several silver haired “daddy” types, some leather-type bears, some white collar types. Each guy I passed, I made eye contact and held it as long as I could. I was walking with my towel tossed carelessly over my shoulder and otherwise naked except for the elastic band with my room key on my arm. I found the bathroom and relieved my aching bladder. In the restroom was a chalkboard which had “looking for <blank> type “ads” scrawled on it. I filed that information away for later use. I started looking for my friend who said he was going to rent the sling room. I didn't know where the sling room was, so I started wandering the halls, looking for my buddy and/or the sling room. Finally, I spotted him coming towards me. “There you are. Did you get the room?” "Yup - got it. Ready to put that hot ass in the sling?” “I can't wait.”

I followed him to the room. He unlocked the door and let us in, closing the door behind him. The room was semi-dark. He found a dimmer switch on the wall, and adjusted the light a little brighter. Most of the rooms had a single, narrow bed (which was a mattress on a platform attached to the wall, a table, and maybe a chair, if you got lucky. There were also a couple of larger rooms with double beds. This room had only the sling. It was suspended on large chains that were stretched between the floor and ceiling. There was a mirror on the ceiling above the sling. There were some shelves on the wall, and that was it. The starkness of the room, the fact that the room was obviously designed to display the sling (and any occupant of the sling) in a stark tableau of sexual availability.

I went over to the sling to figure out how it worked. “You need these." He handed me two long loops of thick rubber attached to a chain with a clip at the end. “You hook these up [to the chains supporting the sling so you can put your feet in them." 'Oh. Stirrups' I thought. Not for a medical exam, but so my legs would be held up and my ass freely available to anyone who wanted to step up and fuck my hole. Fucking HOT! “Let's DO this.” My enthusiasm evident in my voice. “Let's smoke some more first.” He got his glass bong, wrapped safely in a towel now empty of water, out of the large athletic-type bag he brought with him. He produced a bottle of water and poured some into the bong. He loaded some more 'tina to the glass bowel, scoping the translucent crystals into the bowel with the cut off end of a spoon-straw. He got out his torch and held the bong to me as he started heating the bowl. We smoked a bunch of hits, sharing the smoke back and forth as before. By time we were finished, I was more tweaked than I had ever been - frankly, I was absolutely flying. I couldn't stop making little humming sounds. I couldn't sit still, constantly shifting position as we sat on the floor, smoking.

“I want some of your ass before we open the door.” “Awesome.” I climbed into the sling and he helped me get the stirrups adjusted to the right height. He dug around in his bag again and produced a penis pump. “Ever use one of these?” "Nope - do they work? I can't get hard when I'm partying.” My dick was totally flaccid. To look at it, you would think that I was as far from aroused as could be. But my ASS was craving cock BIG TIME. I was stroking my cock, but to no avail. “Crystal Dick. Happens to some guys.” He started sucking on my flaccid cock. It felt GREAT, but I could tell that there was going to be zero erection action. “Suck me.” He gave up on my cock and brought his own around to my face. I immediately sucked as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.

Mr Bong was dark skinned and had a middle eastern type appearance. He had dark eyes and hair, and nice bone structure with good cheekbones and a handsome mouth. He was trim, with nice abs and muscular arms and legs. He looked to be in his early 20's, younger than me (I was 26 at the time). His cock was uncut and nicely thick, even while almost totally soft. I could taste lube on his cock. “Have you fucked anyone already?” “A couple of guys, but I didn't come.” “I wish I could get hard when I'm partying.” “Suck my cock." I started sucking him as far down my throat as I could, then moving back to tongue his head and foreskin. He had a metal cock ring around his cock and balls. “Try these poppers. They are really good. I got them from a guy who said he got them mail order from Europe.” He held the brown bottle under my nose so that I could take a couple of deep snorts from each nostril. The poppers were AWESOME.

I greedily sucked his cock into my mouth, alternating between plunging all the way down on it while creating suction with my throat to draw out his erection and pulling back to tease the head and underside of the shaft with my tongue. He had tons of foreskin – I could swirl my tongue around the head of his cock inside of his foreskin. His cock grew larger and harder. His pubic hair and his balls were shaved. I took a minute every now and then to lick and suck his balls. He kept up a stead stream of questions.

“Do you like that cock? Do you like it in your mouth? Do you want to feel it in your ass?” In answer to each question I would give an affirmative hum while sucking on the head of his cock. He pulled out of my mouth and moved around so that he was standing between my legs, which were raised in the stirrups. The sling was SO comfortable. It had great support all the way from my head down to my ass. I was positioned so that my ass was spread open any my asshole was suspended, open to fuck, at waist level for bongman. He began to rub his cock up and down my crack. It was already wet with my saliva, so it slid easily and wonderfully. Whenever the head of his cock passed over my asshole, I gave an involuntary jerk of pleasure. I hit the supposedly imported poppers, taking multiple deep snorts and then inhaling through my mouth deeply several times. I put the cap on the poppers to keep from spilling them, then I lay back to enjoy the ride.

He spit on my ass, a big, big gob of spit that landed directly on my fuckhole. He was one of those guys with abundant and slippery saliva. He used the head of his cock to smear the spit into my hole, then lined himself up and started to push into my ass. I was in bottom heaven. My ass, craving more and more fucking, opened up to let him but kept a tight grip on him as he fucked me deeper and deeper. He slit it in until I could feel his balls hitting my ass cheeks. He stayed still for a minute. I clamped my ass around him as hard as I could, wanting to feel every millimeter of his beautiful shaft. He groaned.

“That's a tight ass, considering all the cock its had in it tonight.” “I fucking LOVE your cock in my ass. Fuck me with that beautiful cock!”

He fucked me slowly and powerfully, long strokes so he would almost slip out of me on the backstroke, then pushing in until he was grinding his pelvis against me. The sling positioned me so that his pubic bone was grinding on my taint, and it felt awesome. When he was all the way in me, the base of his cock felt as thick a beer can. The rush from the poppers was very strong, and lasted for a surprisingly long time. At one point I had my eyes closed and was lost as I was aware only of his cock filling my ass again and again. After giving me a nice fucking he stopped and pulled his cock out of my ass. “I'm not going to cum now.” “No problem man, just cum in me when you're ready to cum.” “Do you want to open the door and see who is out there?” “DEFINATELY.” I asked him, “Have you seen that chalkboard in the bathroom?” “Yeah.” “We should put up a note: “Bottom-Slut loves all hard cock, Sling Room." He chuckled saying he would post such a note on the chalkboard, but he would leave me in the sling with the door open while he was gone.

I was in the sling, completely naked, with my asshole open to the world. The club was still booming with driving techno. The room was fairly dark, but there was enough light that I could see myself in the mirror on the ceiling above the sling. As I looked at my naked self splayed there in complete slut abandon, I realized that, rather than being a single, flat mirror it was a system of mirrors, with angled panels so I had the best possible view of my asshole. I clenched my ass. I could see my hole pucker. I relaxed my ass. My hole puffed out and opened up, looking well used but still pretty.

I guy came into the room. He was another buff black guy, but taller and more like a basketball player than a football player. With the meth surging through me, filling me with euphoria and raw desire, I wasn't going to play around. "hat's up?" I watched him. He was looking at my ass, not my face. He licked his lips and opened his towel. OH Man! His cock was another magnificent specimen. It was not as long as the last one, but it was uncut, thick and covered with prominent veins as it hung there just barely beginning to get hard. His pubic hair was partially shaved, with a patch left over his cock that looked like he had done it with a barber clippers.

"Let me suck it." I was already leaning forward with my mouth opening in anticipation. He walked over and dangled the head of his cock in to my mouth. I swirled my tongue between his foreskin and the head of his cock. He smelled musky and sexy. I started sucking him deep into my mouth, using my hand to guide him as I bobbed back and forth, giving him long strokes with my tongue teasing the underside of his cock, trying to deep throat him. He got hard rapidly. Soon he was easily 9 and 1/2 inches. I could only take about half of this thick shaft down my throat. Greedily I said "I can do a much better job with this beauty with my ass. I'm not a very good cocksucker, but I'm an awesome bottom." He didn't say anything, but he moved around between my legs.

I reached down to squirt some lube on my hole. He was gripping his cock with one hand as he lined it up with my hole. His head nudged my hole. I moaned, moving my arms down my sides and underneath me so I could grip my ass cheeks and spread them as wide as I could for him. He started pushing into me. I savored the feeling as the hard, yet spongy and OH SO warm head of his cock popped pass my sphincter. Millimeter by millimeter he pushed his cock slowly, yet inexorably, deeper and deeper into my ass. More poppers.

I realized I had zoned out, lost in the sensation of the magnificent cock churning my insides and the chemicals coursing through my system. I kept saying "oh god, oh god" over and over. I focused on his face. His eyes were closed as he rocked in and out of me. "Please, man, cum in my ass." He kept fucking me steadily and powerfully. He kept slamming all of his cock up my ass, then holding still, completely buried inside me. I could feel the head of his cock swell, so deep in my ass, as he would flex his cock. He began to fuck me faster. I watched his face, wanting to take a huge hit of poppers just as he came in my ass. He was biting his lip and breathing deeply, obviously trying to hold off his orgasm as long as possible.

Finally my pulsing asshole brought him past the point of no return. He slammed all the way into me, his hips jerking as he tried to get every last fraction of an inch of his cock in my ass. I took deep snorts of the poppers in each nostril as I clenched my ass around his cock as hard as I could. The harder I clenched my ass, the harder his cock rubbed against my prostate. The harder his cock rubbed against my prostrate, the tighter my ass squeezed as each stroke made my hole involuntarily contract around his cock. My cock was still crystal-dick limp, but I felt like I was cumming as my prostrate was battered by his beautiful shaft.

Ahhh. That amazing feeling of warm, slippery, gooey cum filling my hole. He had pulled about half of his cock out of my ass, which still left a good 4 inches or so in my slut hole. He was jacking the part of his shaft that was out of my hole, making sure to wring out the last drops of cum inside of me. He knew what I wanted, and I loved him for giving it to me. I was grateful for the chance to experience and drain his magnificent cock.

I became aware again of the room I was in, and I saw that my bong buddy had returned. My most recent breeder left the room, and bong bud and I were alone, though the door remained open. "Did you see the size of that guy's cock fucking me? He shot a ton of cum in my ass. I can feel it in there still." "That was hot. I put your sign up in the bathroom. We'll see what comes of it" he said with a smile. "What did you write?" "Bottom-Slut loves all hard cock, Sling Room." Oh man. I couldn't believe that I was naked in the sling, ass open to anyone who cared to fuck me, at the baths, with a sign advertising my cum-dumpster services to anyone who cared to fuck me. I lay back in the sling, smoking a cigarette. My ass felt ready for more cock. My craving for cock and cum in my ass hadn't diminished despite the excellent fuck I'd just had. I was turned on by the thought that I could give my tops the gift of a good looking, uber-slutty bareback cum-dump asshole to use and abuse. I loved how much it turned me on to think of making so many cocks hard, then eventually draining the cum out of each one.

I looked at the door and saw a guy looking in. I motioned for him to come in. "Hey guy. What's up?"

He took several steps into the room. He was white, perhaps 55-60, with mostly grey hair, a large gut and lots of hair on his chest and legs (I'll call him polar bear). He had his towel wrapped around his waist, so I couldn't see his cock. "Saw your sign in the bathroom." "Great - did you come to get some ass for yourself?" I was reveling in my shameless pursuit of more cock. I had never been this outspoken when negotiating a hook-up. "That's the idea, buddy," he said, removing the towel from his waist. He had a cut dick, which was not hard at all. I motioned for him to come over so I could suck his cock. He positioned himself so I could lean over and suck his member into my mouth. Since it was soft, I could fit his entire cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked, a bit impatiently, as I waited for him to respond.

I didn't have long to wait. He started growing harder and larger in my mouth. I was hoping that this guy was a �grower� who would turn out to be well hung when he was fully erect. My bong buddy spoke up. "Let me get some of that." He knelt down in front of my polar bear and started sucking him. That was fine by me. Bong buddy gave better head than I could, and my only objective was to get the guy hard enough to fuck me. "Have you ever used a penis pump?" Bong buddy asked the polar bear. "A couple of times." "I've got one here if you want me to use it on you so you can fuck my friend."

The polar bear was hip to that. Bong buddy got him stuffed into the plastic cylinder and started pumping him up. I was impressed. Almost instantly polar bear's cock got much larger and harder. Nice veins started to bulge out of the shaft, and the head got large and purple. "Put this on when I take the cylinder off." Bong buddy had a cheap rubber cock ring for the bear, the ultra-stretchy kind. Finally it looked like I was about to get fucked. Polar bear was hard and ready to go, and had positioned himself between my legs. I reached down to squirt some lube on the head of his cock, then told him to go ahead. "Put it in slow, please, so I can enjoy each fraction of an inch as you stuff your cock up my ass." Polar bear followed my instructions, slowly sliding his cock further and further up my hole. "Do you like fucking my ass?" I couldn't help myself - I was bubbling over with exuberant sluttiness. I wanted him to know how wanton I was, how much of a slave to cock and cum. He didn't reply. He was intent on his fucking. Looking up in the mirrors on the ceiling, I could see his hard cock plunging into my ass. He fucked me with slow, steady strokes.

While polar bear was fucking me, another guy came to the door. Bong buddy motioned him in. The new guy was maybe 25ish, white, with a slim build. He had a terrible complexion, lots of zits and acne scars. He had his towel wrapped around his waist. "Stick around, you're next." Even with a cock in my ass, I was already thinking about the next one. Polar bear was getting close to his orgasm. He was fucking me faster. I could tell that he was fucking for his pleasure now, not worried about me. He grunted as he got to his 'short strokes'. He slammed his cock deep into me and held it there, his hips bucking as he emptied his cum inside me. He pulled out as soon as he was done, mumbled a thanks and left.

By this time, zits had taken off his towel. He was stroking himself, cock half-hard. Bong buddy moved between my legs and started eating my cum soaked asshole. I groaned and told him how good it felt. I asked him if he could taste all the cum in me. I motioned for zits to come closer so I could suck him. He stepped forward and put his cock in my mouth. He was cut and not huge. As I sucked him urgently to get him to full hardness, he was about 5-6 inches, not terribly thick. Not a great cock, but a hard cock, and that was good enough for me.

"You want to fuck me?" He nodded. Bong buddy moved aside to make room. Zits started to fuck me, and right away I knew that this was not going to be one of my memorable fucks. He fucked me with short, jerkey strokes. He could definitely have used a lesson from some of the amazing tops I had previously enjoyed. I took a hit of my poppers. "I want your load in my ass, buddy." He didn't reply, but fucked me faster, grunting and groaning as he spilled into my ass. I'd say he lasted maybe two minutes from insertion to orgasm. He pulled out and left.

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Thus ends this story as apparently written. As I said, I'll keep looking for a conclusion. Who knows? Maybe it's out there, or maybe someone will write one!

Your story brought a smile to my face, Spermpig. Thanks for posting it.

This was salvaged from bugshare.net, from the 'Strictly Stories' section.

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It's all an internet invention, this bug chasing thing. The creation of fetishists. The hysterical reaction to the fear of HIV. Well, that's how it started for me. Harmless fantasizing. Posting messages on bareback sites, posting nude pics in my bareback profile. I'd get fucked raw, sure, but not take any loads.

Then I met Gary, a fellow neg sex pig into all kinds of kink, including ws and fisting. I have really small hands and he noticed them at a sex party once and said they're perfect for fisting. We were partying pretty heavily and we got to playing and at some point I went from sucking his dick and rimming him to fingering him to being coached into inserting my whole hand into him by an older, experienced leather top guy who often played with him. "You ain't gonna hurt him. He loves it," the top told me. It was like our bonding experience. We started meeting up all the time and going to the baths together and picking up tops who wanted to get served by two slutty bottims at once. We shared all of our secret fantasies with each other and of course the attraction to POZ tops came up and the fact that we were both lurkers on bareback conversion sites. We started daring eachother to go further and further in our exploits. "I know a POZ guy 've been fucking around with for a long time. His t-cells dropped below a certain level once, and even now that he's better he's officially got AIDS. We should play with him," Gary told me one day. I said sure, that's way hot, let's do it. We had often agreed that the hottest guys are POZ and drooled over their profiles.

Gary called his friend and arranged for us to get together a couple days later. We got piggy while servicing guys together before at the baths and at the park, like telling eachother to "really get that tongue up his ass," congratulating each other on how far we had gone. I knew this visit to his friend would be the ultimate dare, the final push. The guy's name was Ted. I had seen him around before, but we never messed around. "Gary told me all about you. Says you really like POZ guys." "Well, yeah, they're the hottest." So Gary talked about our innocent fantasies to him? We had the usual beers, weed, started getting down to action, both of us sucking his dick, then Gary sucking him as I rimmed him.

The time came to fuck, and Gary started urging me to go ahead and let him fuck me. I normally took it raw as long as the guy pulled out, but as Gary was greasing up my hole with vaseline, he was telling me,"Take that fucking load, man. Fucking hot. Just go ahead and take it." He held poppers under Ted's and my nose. I was so horned up. Gary was sucking my dick as I got fucked and I was in pig heaven. Tod started fucking me deeper and harder, breathing louder. "Ah, fuck. Take my load, man," Ted said as he came. Gary was kissing me at that point, saying,"Take that fuckin' POZ load," and calling me every filthy name he could think of. "Fuckin' bug chaser. Fuckin' AIDS whore. I was jacked off to my last safe orgasm by Ted, who kept saying "There you go. Now you got it in you, Buddy."

That fucking changed me forever. It just let me see how easy it was to take a POZ load. The next time was easier, and eventually I got Gary to take POZ loads, too. We were officially bareback bottom bug chasers.It made us the most popular guests at the sex parties. I ended up getting hepatitis, and that's when my blood tests showed I had sero-converted. I was strangely turned on, although too sick with hep to go out and celebrate. I had become known as the guy who would rim anyone; it had become my favorite sexual activity with strangers. That's probably how I got it. Gary got tested, and he learned he was POZ as well. Now we're the "two POZ bareback twinks" at all the parties. I take every and all loads. POZ and proud.

This was salvaged from bugshare.net, "Strictly Stories"

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I waited in the parking lot for almost a half hour trying to build up the courage to go into the bathhouse.

I live in a flyover state, and wanting to escape my small town and 'take a walk on the wild side', when vacation time rolled around I booked a flight to L.A., rented a car and hotel room and made the trip out west.  I had been chatting on-line with people so I knew where to find the baths. Did I have the courage to do this?

Sweating and finding it hard to breath, I opened my bottle of poppers. I took two or three hits and felt that relaxing rush grab me. I opened the door to the car, got out, and walked towards the club. I felt the fool as I had never been to a club and so I wasn't sure what to do. I paid for a room, got my key and walked down to find the room.

I undressed and wrapped a towel around my waist. I wandered around a bit. There were some good looking guys and some real trolls. My eyes were everywhere, crotches, porn movies flickering on screens. There were several open doors, but I didn't know the protocol. There were also several dark rooms, where I couldn't make out any shapes, but could hear the groans and moans of men having sex in there. I freaked.

I went back to my room and sat on the bench trembling and breathing hard. Maybe, I should just jack off and go back to my hotel. Maybe this is too much, too fast. Then I heard a knock on the door. I realized that I had forgotten to lock it. I slowly opened the door and looked out. He was nice looking, not a Greek God, but not hideous either. I licked my lips and tried to find my voice. "Yes"

He smiled and that made him more handsome. "Is this your first time in a club?"

"Fuck, is it that obvious?" I said as I sat back down.

"Only to everyone," he lightly laughed, and then asked "mind if I sit down?"

Making sure my towel was wrapped tightly around me, I gestured 'Be my guest'.

"Hi, I'm Steve," he said as he held out his hand to shake.

"I'm Jerry." I took his hand.  It was warm and slightly moist. The scene was more like we were friends sitting in a sauna and I relaxed a bit. Especially since Steve was making no overt moves on me.

"Jerry, you need to relax, no one is going to hurt you here and you'll have a great time if you want it to. You just need a guide. Mind if I volunteer?" Steve scooted closer until his leg touched mine. “I’m going to my locker to get some things that will help you out for your first visit. Go ahead, watch the video, and lock the door. I’ll knock three times, so you’ll know it’s me.”

Steve stood up and scooted away. I got up and locked the door like he suggested. I was watching a video of three guys having sex and was starting to get into it. Steve was taking a long time. I was lightly stroking my cock, when I heard the three knocks on the door. I unlocked it and opened it to see Steve standing there with a small gym bag. “Sorry, I took so long, I ran into some guys that I needed to talk to. I see that you’ve started without me.” He said with a shit-eating grin on his face. Steve closed the door, but made no move to lock it.

Steve pulled out a pretty large dildo and proceeded to slather some KY on it. “I know that you’ve been fucked before, but you’ve got to loosen up. So, get out your poppers, sit on the dildo, and just relax. I’ll sit here and won’t touch you until you feel you’re ready. If you’ll trust me, I guarantee that you’ll never forget this night.” I looked at the dildo; it was long, real thick at the bottom with a suction cup base, and covered with ridges. It was larger than anything that had ever been up me before. Steve handed me the KY and told me to lube myself up. I was suddenly shy, when Steve leaned over and kissed me. He then went back to the gym bag and started to rummage around, while I put the lube on fingers and proceeded to rub some around my hole. He removed a zip lock baggy that had a fine white powder in it and dipped the tip of the dildo in it until the dildo was covered with white dust.

“What’s that?” I asked. “It’s a powdered lube, it helps to loosen your ass and makes the dildo go in easier.” Steve replied. I had never heard of such a thing, but figured that Steve had more experience than I did. Steve licked the bottom suction cup of the dildo to get it wet and stuck it to the top of the vinyl bench. “Have a seat,” he suggested, patting the bench with his hand.

“What the fuck am I doing?” I thought. Here I am in a club, watching a porn video, about to climb onto a dildo and fuck myself, while a person that I just met watches me? I had to really raise my ass to get it high enough to get onto the dildo. Steve held my bottle of poppers under my nose as I felt the tip of the dildo hit my ass. I felt myself relax and allowed the dildo to start to enter my ass, slowly opening me up. I started to pull off of it, but I found myself wanting more of it inside of me. I was moaning and groaning like a whore as I thought 'What was going on? Why the fuck do I feel so damn horny? Why does this dildo feel so good inside of me?'.  I started to really fuck myself down on dildo, trying to shove it deeper inside of me. I wanted my hole opened up wide. Riding up and down deeper and harder, I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. I felt Steve’s hands on my shoulders and felt him push me down even harder on the dildo. I groaned, feeling myself open and get slick, but wanting even more.

“Ready for the real thing?” Steve asked.

“Yes.” I moaned, while still fucking myself on the dildo. My body was moving in automatic not under conscious control. Steve pushed me back and the suction from the dildo’s base let loose with an obscene sucking sound. Steve dipped the tip of his cock in the “powdered lube” and with a quick motion pulled the dildo out in one quick move. I could feel my ass slide out with the dildo and the cool air hit my opened hole. It wasn’t empty long as Steve grabbed my hips, pulled me back, and sunk his cock balls deep into me with one long push. Steve groaned at the heat of my ass gripping his cock and I grew hotter and more desperate to have him inside of me completely. I was meeting his hard thrusts with back thrusts of my own. This wasn’t lovemaking, this was fucking! Sweat was pouring off of Steve and dripping onto my chest, when I felt the change in his fucking pace. Longer, deeper, and harder strokes gave way to short violent pushes and trembles.

“Take my load, you cunt,” Steve yelled out and I felt his cock try to shove out the top of my head as he started to cum inside of me. Steve continued to thrust into me as he was cumming. I was moaning and begging for his cum inside of me. Steve pulled out of me, quickly grabbed the dildo and shoved it back into me hard. Steve sat down by my head, his hand still working the dildo in and out of me. “Did you like that Jerry?” I was twitching all over the bench, sweating, breathing hard. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more.

“FUCK ME AGAIN!”

Steve chuckled and said he had something better in mind. He rolled me over so I was face down on the bench with the dildo still hanging in my ass and walked over and opened the door. This was obviously what the “guys he had to talk to” were waiting for. Soon the room had lots of people in it and the dildo had been yanked out of my ass and been replaced by a hard cock. I didn’t care. I needed this! I wanted this! “FUCKING USE MY ASS! TAKE IT ALL!”

I remember Steve getting something out of his bag and pressing it against my ass cheek, while this young college kid was tearing my ass up. I don’t know how many loads, I took that night, and I don’t care. I was at the club for hours. When I struggled into my clothes, my ass was dripping cum, I bundled up my underwear and tried to keep all the cum from pouring out of my fucked up ass. When I got back to the room, I was in a daze from being used so hard. I thought maybe a shower would clear my head. I was undressing and waiting for the water to heat up, when I noticed something in the mirror, a red mark about an inch and half high on my ass. I rubbed the fog off the mirror and fell to the floor in a heap when I saw it clearly. The mark was a biohazard sign. I guess that Steve was right. It was a night I’d never forget. One the upside, I’ve got a who new set of bugs to share with the other boys in my small town.

A friend of mine attended for some time Sex, Love Addicts Anonymous ("SLAA"). He found the organization useful in controlling what where, for him, very injurious practices.

Samuel R. Delany's work The Mad Man relates, from the author's perspective, his sexual encounters with homeless men in NYC. It is an interesting, if possibly uncomfortable, read.

Hey fellow barebackers, I thought I'd share one of my recent experiences - last night to be exact.

I hooked up online with Bill, a poz guy, and went over to his place so he could breed my ass. I got there, he answered the door, and let me in. We talk for a couple minutes and then got down to business. I dropped my pants and stripped off my shirt. He did the same, and then sat on the couch while I got between his legs and started sucking on his 6" cock. I was licking it up and down, swallowing it all the way to his pubes, and, of course, licking his balls. All in name of having a good time.

Well, while I was bobbing my head up and down on his cock, Tom, his roommate (who doesn't know his status) came home and saw us bare-assed, me blowing Bill. Tom came over and started fingering my ass. I was a guest in their house, so it would be rude not to let him join in, so I stood up, and, while still slobbering all over the Bill’s dick, spread my legs so Tom could get better access to my hot fuck hole. Tom took the hint, and knelt behind me and began doing one of my favorite activities - he began to rim me, - getting me good and wet Picture that: I was standing there, leaning over, moaning, while sucking a hot cock and with another guy’s tongue up my ass.

Well after a couple minutes of tonguing my ass, Tom stood up, unzipped his jeans, and dropped his pants and shorts down around his ankles. Spitting on his dick, he rubbed the head up and down my crack. I was hot as hell by this time, and wanted nothing more than for him to shove that naked, hard fucker in me. Which, fortunately, he did. He grabbed my hips and slid in, balls deep in me. Unfucking excellent! Well, he started fucking me but good as I continued sucking on Bill’s cock. I was feeling nothing but pure physical pleasure and sexual abandon. We kept this up for 5-10 minutes, (I confess I was not keeping close track of the time). Tom slamming my hole, as I choked down Bill’s bone.

While my knees and back were getting weak, I was, to say the least, feeling good, but was all too aware I needed to change positions before my back gave out, so I pulled off of them, and promptly turned around, sitting on and sat on Bill’s lap, his cock sliding smoothly into my hole. I bounced up & down on it as I pleasured Tom who was standing in front of me. It didn't take long for Bill to unloaded his toxic load in my neg ass. I pulled up off him and felt his cum drip down my crack and balls. I fingered myself for a few, getting them good and wet with his spooge. I brought them up to my nose and inhaled deeply the musky man smell of his spooge and my ass. It smelled so good I had no choice but to lick his contaminated, pearly white seed off my fingers.

Tom, meanwhile, was apparently raring to get off, so he spun me around, bent me over and plunged his throbbing cock into my hole which was flooded with Bill’s cum. Tom fucked Bill’s seed into the bare walls of my gut for a few minutes until he suggested we go into the bedroom. The three of us played around for a few minutes, but soon enough Tom impaling my ass on his cock as Bill stroked himself. Tom was skilled - he had me on all fours on the bed, pounding me good and hard then slowing, taking it all the way out and then pushing just the head in – teasing me. After a couple of minutes, Tom had me slide down onto my stomach, and without pulling his cock out of my hole, he lay on my back, pistoning his hips up and down using my hole as his personal fuck chute. I was in heaven, lying on my stomach with a good-looking butch guy laying on top of me grinding his cock in my well used hole. He was getting close and made me beg him to shoot in my ass, which I readily did. I wanted that uncertain load bad. Well, he didn't disappoint. He pounded me good and hard a few times then grunted filling me with his seed. I could feel his cock pulsing in my hole as he shot his load deep inside my ass.

He lay on top of me for a few, both of us sweating and breathing hard. It was a great sensation, feeling his cock resting inside me, visualizing those two loads, one poz, the other unknown mingling together. Tom pulled out and I licked his dick clean of cum, getting a few more dribbles out of the head of his dick in the process.

I lay back and jerked my cock, which was in desperate need of blowing a load. While I was stroking my hard-on, Bill stuck his dick in my mouth for me to suck on. I greedily ate that poz cock. Although he had come scarcely ten minutes earlier, he stayed mostly hard after having blasted a huge load inside my guts. He alternately dick whipped and fucked my face. It was too much and I shot a hard load, almost bellowing because of the intensity of my orgasm. I convulsed as my cock spewed forth volley after volley of hot, white man seed which, I might note, Bill and Tom were eager to lap-up. I lay there breathing hard, my heart beating in my chest, and cum fermenting in my ass.

Well to end the story abruptly, I wiped up, got dressed and left fully spent and holding two guys' loads in my guts.

Hope you enjoyed the story - I hope to have more of them soon!

After I zipped my note off to you yesterday, I was horny as hell and called Mr. Texas again. There he was! I asked after his ass, how it was feeling and all. He allowed that it was better now. "Would you like some more poison?" "You won't tear me up again, will you?" "I don't think I'd need to, do you?"

He thought not. So he decided to cum over again! We made out for a while when he came in, to set the "romantic" scene. I gave him some alcohol this time to relax him up a bit. He really fixated on the KS on my tongue, sucking it and begging to see it. It didn't take him long to get himself all horned up and ready for a fuck! As he relaxed and we made out some more, I said, "Tonight you are to call me 'AIDS.' Are you ready for a ride?"

He was up and headed for the bed faster than I was! We'd gotten mostly naked already while we were making out, and it took only a second to finish the job. "Let me lick your ass to make it relax and feel good" I said. So he whipped over on his tummy and spread his legs. Over his shoulder he reminded me that I'd promised not to rough him up this time. "OK, baby. Nothing but daddy's dick tonight." So I managed to blow two more loads of poz cum up his eager ass. "Oh, fuck me, AIDS, fuck me." He went on and on. After he took my second load in his drippy, sloppy ass, he rolled over and popped a load in my mouth. "Are you daddy's poisoned whore-boy now?" "Oh, yeah. It's just so hot thinking of you as AIDS instead of a person. Fuck!"

I told him I knew some other guys that were into pozzing young guys like him, and offered to set up a time to get us all together so he can take multiple loads from multiple poz guys. That got his dick all hard again, so I let him pop ANOTHER load in my mouth. "Yeah, blow your load all over daddy's KS!" That drove him into a frenzy! So it seems I've found a bed-warmer. I gave him $50 as he left. He asked why. I told him its the mark of a whore boy to take money. And I only fuck with whore boys. That started a whole NEW number in his head!

I've been working a lot of hours lately, trying to build up some cash reserve, so I haven't been online as much as I used to be. But I wanted to tell you about last weekend when my BF Steve and I went out looking to play. We didn't really have anything specific in mind other than that we were both horny hoped we'd meet up with someone who was into multiple partners.

We went to JR’s which isn't really our favorite place - too crowded and too snooty. But the guys that go there are usually really cute. It seems to get a younger crowd than some of the other places in Dallas. We met this guy who turned out to be in town to visit SMU for orientation. He was beginning school after a three-year stint in the Army.

His name was Brian. He was kinda short - maybe 5'7" - had short dark hair, a big smile and great personality. Besides that he had a cute butt and a nice bulge in his levis. We talked a while - each bought the other a round of beer. But it's hard to talk with it so loud and besides Steve and I wanted to do more than talk - we both wanted to pump our poz cum into his ass - we figured he was still neg. Steve suggested we go outside to smoke a J. We left and went walking, sharing the weed as we went. Steve got right to the point and asked him if we could come to his hotel. He'd already told us where he was staying and it wasn't too far from there. Brian agreed - jumped at it. We got in Steve's car, drove him to his and then followed him to his hotel.

When we got in his room we all just fell onto the bed in a tangled heap. We were all over each other. He was a horny guy, feeling good and ready to play. We were out of our clothes pretty quickly. Steve and I started on Brian; I was sucking his dick and Steve was licking his balls. I swung around to a 69 position more to get out of Steve's way than because I wanted my dick sucked. Steve took the cue and moved his attention to Brian's asshole. Steve poked his tongue in there good and deep. I could see him pulling Brian onto his tongue. From the sounds he was making, Brian was obviously loving it. I moved off his dick and was licking his balls - chewing them some. I didn't want him to cum. Steve was fingering his butthole now and Brian began alternating rimming me and finger fucking me.

Steve changed position. He was ready - I could tell. His dick was aimed at Brian's butthole. Steve spit into his palm, held it out to me and I added my own. He rubbed it onto his dick and Brian's asshole and pushed in. That got Brian's attention. He raised his head and said, "Don't you want a condom?" Steve said, "Nah. This way feels so much better, dude." Brian didn't seem to like it. Steve said, "You're safe aren't you? I mean, I'm not gonna catch something fucking you, am I?" Brian said, "I'm clean. Don't worry. I always fuck safe.” Steve just grinned and said, "Cool. Then we're good to go."

Damn, I was about to shoot right then. My face was just inches away from where my boyfriend's dick was sliding in and out of this cute healthy boy. I knew Steve was getting off on knowing we were going to be infecting him. Steve pumped him long and slow for a while. I was playing with his nipples, his balls, kissing his mouth. Just keeping him good and happy while my BF was about to shoot diseased cum in him. I could tell when Steve was ready. His face got that glassy look and he tensed up. He was shooting HIV in this boy's butthole. It was all I could do not to shoot right then too.

Steve pulled out after a couple of minutes. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me or Steve - or let me have his butt first. Like I figured, he wanted to go last. So I slid my dick in. I love fucking where someone else has just fucked. It's so hot feeling another guy's cum on my dick – especially poz cum. I was so boned I didn't even last long in him. It felt too good and I was too horned up knowing we were infecting him.

After I shot inside him, we switched places. Steve and I both lay on our bellies and he fucked each of us some. He felt good inside me even though I'd just shot a load. He ended up shooting his load inside Steve. After that we fell asleep. We all slept on his bed for a while. Later on when we woke up we went for another round at it. Again Steve and I both fucked him - I went first this time. Again Brian waited until he had both our loads in him before he shot - this time he fucked his cum into me.

We exchanged phone numbers and wished him luck in SMU. When we got home we were both still horned enough over infecting him that we had to celebrate with shooting one more load each.

I'd been cruising this guy off A4A for over a year, but had never been able to connect. The whole thing was mysterious from the start...he began by saying, "If only you knew.....what I could do with you". That was enough right there to get my blood boiling! Over the months, we talked by phone and I discovered he is neg. At first I thought he might be a "chaser", but we finally met about 3 months ago and used a vaginal film for his protection. For some reason, he douched and douched and still wasn't clean, and was so tight I could have sharpened pencils with his ass! We parted, both feeling like it just wasn't gonna happen. He turned out to be a little overweight, not my usual type... but we left it open.

Last night he called to say he'd returned from Europe and wanted to see me. I hadn't had my quota of orgasms for the day yet, so "why not?" He looked thinner, happier, and healthier. My thoughts became twisted...I remembered earlier conversations which hinted at something deeper. He used the film and I penetrated. He must have been willing, as it was one of the sweetest fucks ever... I knew already I'd have to come many times in his hot neg hole, and that I'd probably FILL HIM UP with my poz cum.... I did.

Through various chambers, twists, canals, and right to the prostate we fucked...me dropping loads all along the way as I went...being careful not to have them "blow out" of me as they can, rather letting them ooze out into his body and hungry hole. We fucked for hours, and he told me he wanted my cum....wanted to have all of it. I mentioned my fantasy about fucking someone while he slept, and he said that that was HIS number one fantasy!!! I couldn't believe I was hearing correctly. When I asked him for details, I became certain that he wanted me to dominate him and use his ass for my pleasure, which is what I was doing anyway.

I told him my idea as well, and he took some "G" to get some rest. About half an hour into it, he became very heavy. His body was propped up on pillows, dog-style, ass in air as I fucked him deeply. I noticed him going in and out, as I had taken a little too to follow what it did to him. I knew that if I got a little drowsy that he would be very sleepy, not being used to it. Our mutual fantasy came true. Within about 5 minutes he was cutting Z's, snoring, as I fucked him just as I wanted to...with total control, the way I like it.

I fucked him that way for about 30 minutes before he started coming in and out of awareness, still very heavy to move about. I had dropped several more loads, at the thrill of using his ass for my pleasure and at pozzing a neg hole! We went on for a long time after that, and I blew as many loads as I could into his hungry ass, knowing that I would not have another chance to poz him for a long time; his 20 y.o. boyfriend was arriving today and he would be monogamous. If I have anything to do with it they both will be over here getting their neg asses filled with my cum. Of course I have already planted the seeds!

Tonight made up for every poor experience I've ever had at the Club. No attitude, and no rubbers.

When I got to the area, I was pleased to see that there were many cars there, not packed, but a lot. I was afraid on the Friday night of a three-day holiday, there would be few guys there. I went in and found a good crowd.

I got undressed and went into the video room and stroked watching a raw video from the 70s. A young guy kid watched me for a while, then we made eye contact. When he moved to leave the room, I followed him. He asked me if I would fuck him, and I said SURE! We went to his room, and he didn't say anything, he just bent over, and stuck my cock up his ass raw. He took a couple of hits of the poppers as I worked in. He said I was his first fuck of the night, and it felt like it, he was nice and tight. He was also a great bottom. We did it doggie for a while, till he got opened up, then he flipped onto his back and held his legs up. "Fuck your dirty infected cum fucks up my ass! he said, and I was surprised but pleased, so I proceed to fuck him hard to get my cum moving. He kept calling it cum fucks instead of seed or jizz or sperm, but I got the idea. He wanted a dirty load in his ass. So I planted a hot, wet load deep, and he loved the feel of it. I kept my cock in him till he squeezed it out. We thanked each other and I left his room.

I got a cigarette and went out on the deck and read the Blade till I had recovered enough to go back to the video room. I was stroking again, when this bearded hairy Hispanic guy passed thru. He'd ignored me earlier, but when he saw my cock, he stopped and turned around. There was no one else close, he bent over and grabbed my cock and asked me I'd like to fuck him. SURE! Back in his room, same scene, he bent over and put my cock up his ass. I slid home on a well greased track, but he said he hadn't been fucked yet. Then I noticed two very large dildos and figured how he'd gotten so open and wet. We fucked for a long time, but it wasn't enough for him, and so wet and open I wasn't even close. He asked me to use the dildos on him. He had a very large and an OH MY GOD!

I used the large one first, it was the longer, and once he could take it easily, I moved up to the impossibly large one. That one took some work, but I got most of it in. He asked me to switch to the other one and really fuck him open with it, and I did, taking it all the way out and then back in. Eventually I got him open enough so that the huge one nearly disappeared in his ass. I was exchanging the two when I decided he was open enough to fist, so I greased up my right hand and slid it in. Took patient work, but I got in him. He had to be on his back for that, made it easier for him, but harder for me. After that he needed a rest and I needed a smoke.

He went to take a shower and clean the lube off his ass and legs, where it had run down. I got a cigarette and went back to the video room. I had cruised the halls on the way back, there were a lot of guys, but no one seemed interested. As I was stroking, thinking I was gonna shoot if I kept that up, this Peruvian-looking guy passed thru, and did the same thing, stopped, looked back at the cock, came up and played with it, and asked if I'd fuck him. SURE! Back in his room, same thing, no questions, the raw cock was right up his ass. This guy was the best bottom of the three for regular fucking. When we'd work up toward a high spot he'd grab me hard and hold tight. Then I'd relax, go back into the real long strokes, all the way out, all the way in, faster and faster till he'd grab me and relax. We'd been at it about 10 minutes, I was beginning to get close, when he got out from under me.

I couldn't take it any longer. I finished myself off by jacking and squirting my load all over his cock and balls. He said it was a real heavy load, but by my standards it was small as my first load is wet and heavy, and my second is generally somewhat creamier.

I left the bathhouse with a big smile on my face.  I had had three raw fucks, one cumshot up an ass, one on the guy, and my fist inside a hot man.

This story reminds me of a guy I ran into at a bathhouse once - we didn't fuck, but the memory of the way he oozed sexual accomplishment is on my 'spank' list.

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Yo, Buddy, I love your email! I’m one of the planet’s tall, skinny masculine queer animals with a big cock (and therefore attractive to a diverse range of men) with an insatiable appetite for raw, casual-anonymous, lust driven sex. Any age teens to 50s, tall-short, skinny-slim-muscular-average or chubby, black-brown-white, hairy-smooth, clean-dirty, cut-uncut, poz-neg. Who fuckin’ cares? So long as they gotta hot fuckin’ mouth or a willing clean or cum blown asshole or a hard cock with pent up cum in their balls to share. I do however have one big fetish. Unsafe sex with safers who think I’m either safe or doing it safe with them when in reality I’m not.

Sex is my hobby, my sport, my hot fuckin’ addiction and I’m into it for what is fuckin’ really is - the fuckin’ awesome pleasure and ecstasy of the sexually feral, sexually addicted and lust driven queer animal’s mind, body and fuckin’ soul. When I’m not hunting for it and doing it I’m stroking a greasy cock thinking about it, watching porn, dirty e’s, phone and IRC.

Just to tantalize you, I’m 36 y/o 6’1” tall 160lb Br/Bl c/shaved semi-hairy 29”W 35”C with str8 shafted 81/4” cut cock, shaved med-large balls and boyish butted tight hairless ass. I’m not ‘boy next door’ but guys have always been attracted to my natural ‘heroin chic’ look, punkish attitude, feral stoned on pot laid-back attitude and, of course, my big cock. Of course not everyone likes it but I get enough variety to not have to go with fat pigs or really old bastards. Most guys I do are younger than me and a lot have their judgment affected by booze or drugs. I am versatile but mostly TOP, a fuck hungry raunchy ass fucker and a cum hungry bottom. Mutual cocksucking, head jobs, rimming, fucking, watersports, public sex, group, poppers, potheads and guys that just need to lose a load. I’m NOT into safe sex. No fuckin’ way! Promoting it or practicing it! I’m poz and an active breeder and promiscuous receiver, breeder. An utterly indiscriminant giver and taker of fluids.

If an ass consents to my penetration it consents to my virus but then many, like me, are turned-on by that. Guys who request safe sex assume a) I’m wearing a condom in the first place! that I haven’t ‘accidentally’ withdrawn and pulled it off! c) that I’m wearing a condom that isn’t busted! It’s quite easy when biting with your teeth to open a condom packet to also rip the tip with your teeth and either rip the whole tip off or just tear it (it still looks intact!) to allow the death semen to ooze out into an ass. I’ve fucked and been fucked by hundreds. Neg, poz and full-blown. I love cock, cum and ass.

I live in a city full of immigrants from all over the planet. Gays here have freedom, venues, bathhouses, bookstores and we fuck in parks, at beaches and in toilets. Of course there are virus avoiders and boring cruisers, but unsafe sex is rife and generally raunchy. You get to fuck a diverse range of ages and races, and, even if the dude won’t give or take it in the ass he won’t usually refuse a head job.

Drugs are cheap. I’m a pothead but a lot of cruisers are on heavier. I enjoy a horny challenge with a dude who’s drunk or out of it and cruising parks at night. Many younger and bi-sexual dudes get like this to get the courage to cruise. It’s one big fucking turn-on if they object in some way to me penetrating them with my bare cock or fingers but they are usually too drug fucked or drunk to even walk properly let alone push me away. If not I offer a ready rolled reefer from my pocket, play with them, suck them and rim them. Some ask me to wear a rubber, some don’t. Others just ask me

not to blow inside them but then I can cum quietly. I have told a number of drug-fucked dudes after I have come that I am poz. Occasionally I’ll invite a guy to ‘have a nice death!’ I’d love to get one of those black marker pens and write on their chest or torso ‘You now have AIDS’ … maybe one day. I’ve also double pozzed a safer with a black guy who is a regular at one of the bathhouses where we both tip ripped our rubbers. Neither of us discussed it beforehand although I have been with him before and knew he was poz. It was an awesome fucking turn-on seeing each other do this and acknowledge we had the same evil fucking turn-on. I got to push his lethal seed into the neg guy’s ass even deeper but didn’t last too long with the excitement of knowing what the immoral fuck I was doing. Who gives a shit? I don’t. Keep on pozzin’ bro!

This one makes me somewhat nervous - but I imagine some will find it stimulating.

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Congratulations, ‘Paul pig’! It warmed my heart to read your wonderful story, and to know that you have empowered yourself to be a free man. It takes courage, boldness and imagination to do what you did, and your life is just beginning - very proud of you!

I too completed a pozzing experience. For three days I fucked my naked boy almost constantly, cumming more times each day. I took him to a lumber company to shop, had him get into the bathroom stall with me, pulled his pants down, and fucked him twice, nonstop, shooting several more loads of poz cum up his hot neg hole! I can't describe the feeling or intensity of this experience adequately, and those who are out there "in the trenches" fucking neg guys everywhere know what I mean when I say that extreme sex is absolutely, by far, the best, at the least the most intense. All my boys have agreed on this; one of them said, "if I had known how incredibly HOT the sex is, I would have done it years ago!"

I'm going to help a local boy, who has a beautiful bubble butt, adjust to his recent conversion by fucking him day and night, training him to take all my poz loads up his hot hole. I'm so charged up after fucking so much that my throbbing cock feels like it could rape a hot male ass right now! To achieve this purpose, I coined the phrase, CBRSS. It stands for ‘Chemical Bondage-Rape Sleep Sex’. It is a form of bondage, with no chains or ropes, it's rape, as you fuck someone who is asleep. I guess you could also call it ‘Domination’. I gain complete control over the person, and will him even after he passes out, at which time his hot butt will open up like flowers, ready for me to pluck from the garden. Will drop my infected seed deep inside, with no resistance, and TOTAL PLEASURE FOR ME. It's about totally using someone for my own pleasure without thought of his, or the distractions that come from all the ‘variations on a theme’ that I find unnecessary.

Imagine: you have someone over who is negative and you're both partying...you decide to do "G", for example (could be many other things) and instead of taking your own portion, you give him yours. Both start having great sex, but as he is propped up doggie-style under you, your cock in his ass, he starts snoring... You feel the tension leave his body as your cock swells up inside him, with the realization that you can do anything you want, the way you want it, as long as you want it, and shoot load after load of hot poz cum up his wide-open neg ass! Just that thought alone makes me almost lose my seed.

Imagine raping his ass, in bondage thru chemicals, with total control and freedom, dropping orgasms so intense they spurt out like a fire hose putting out a fire, all the time knowing that you are poz and he is (was) neg! It's too hot! For all the young boys who love to jack off, imagine my huge deathtool rammed up your hole depositing it's charged loads, which ooze out and run down your legs...

Enough on that... again, congratulations, and keep up the spirit - you have a great attitude and will revel in the pleasures that await.

Really not so much to report. Like I said, was just planning on visiting a bud of mine......have known him for about 8 years. He's strictly a suit-and-tie guy.....seldom makes the club scene......real good guy but very conservative (often wondered how he managed to get his bug....but he doesn't talk about it).

Anyway, he recently moved into this great high-rise......very deluxe...rents from $1000 and up.......the health club, pool....they even have a secure wine cellar for residents, etc. The plan was just a quiet weekend...go out for some good meals, a show, and do some cuddling and fluid exchanges (he DOES get into watersports too).......just a laid back weekend.

Like I said, where he lives is the upscale gay capital of Cleveland......nothing weird like San Francisco or other gay meccas....just enough gays that you can show a little affection in public without any problems and the local eateries & bars are all gay friendly.....even though most gay of them still have a straight clientele too.....pretty nice area. The rents are high enough that most of the younger guys share 2 to 4 to an apartment. Again, the prices are high enough that there aren't any sleazes.

My bud has met some of the guys in the building and most on his floor. I had only been there a little while when a guy from down the hall stopped-in to invite my bud down for drinks...he and his roomies were having a party. So we went down and it was all pretty civilized......nice furniture, music not to loud and real drinks (ooooo....vodka martinis...love em). Maybe 18-20 guys in all.....a little flirting and kissing going on but this wasn't going to be a sling session for sure! But it was a good time and we mingled and had a nice time. There were guys 18, a couple in their 30s, and most early 20s. And some other people from the building coming and going.

We would have stayed but we were HUNGRY so we made to go but the guys said to be sure and come back. Had a nice Chinese meal, drove around and talked and headed back and decided to check the party. It had loosened up some but still no riot.....heh, these were high-class queers!. (really, a nice bunch of guys). But I think they had planned to "shock" us (ahahahaha). As everybody had more to drink, there was more making out in the living room, on the balcony, etc. but the guys who wanted to get down to it would slip away into a bedroom. But it was like at a pre-arranged signal one of them starts making noise about "needing some" and who was going to do him.....it was like everybody was waiting to see what the reaction would be from the "new guys".

So I just gave him a "I'll take some of that", reached for his crotch, gave it a good grab and started to work on his buttons (he was wearing 501s...just tight enough). Then gave him "is here Ok or do you want to go to the bedroom?" I didn't wait for him to answer, just steered him towards a bedroom with my hand on his butt real hard. Went in, closed the door and you could hear all the laughing and cheers from the living room. It was like somebody had yelled "orgy time": everybody had enough to drink by then to really take off with a little push.

The guy I had in the bedroom was maybe 23 or 24........maybe 5'11"......about 155.....longish sandy hair. Nice kid....looked like a real preppie. Pushed him down on the bed, finished with his buttons, let it flop out and went down on it before he knew what was going on. He seemed sort of surprised (surprise!!!!!) but got REAL hard. Had a nice cock...not too long....not too thin.....nice head on it. Gave him my best treatment for a while and he was dripping precum before long. He was sitting on the corner of the bed with me on the floor on my knees. I got Willie out and worked him up good, then got up quick and pushed the dude back and before he knew what was going on got Willie down his throat.....but he didn't mind much. Can't say he was the world's best cocksucker, but OK. A little of that and I pulled his jeans off the rest of the way, grabbed him under the knees and lifted his legs & butt...and buried my face and tongue in there. He hadn't had THAT done to him before!!!!!!

About this time, somebody opened the door for a look and before long more of the guys were coming for a look and a chant of "do it" broke out. It was nice....at that second you tell that we went from the new guys that they were wondering about to being accepted.....and they all lost what ever inhibitions they had.......it turned into a real party. Worked out good....the guys who were into the scene filled the bedrooms....the guys who weren't stayed in the living room & made out and nobody much cared.

The guys in our bedroom were stripping down.....one guy who must have been somebody to the kid I was doing came over and slid his dick in his mouth while I was working on the other end...then somebody came over and started playing with THAT guy etc. The lights had been on, but somebody switched them off and more or less everybody was doing everybody else.

It was kind of different....I have been to scenes where lots of guys who never met before stuck it to any hole they could find....but all the time I was thinking that heh, these guys all know each other......friends for a while....maybe work with each other. And while a lot of them had gone one-on-one with each other, I think it was probably the first group action they had ever seen (wonder how things went the day after...lol).

Anyway, I had had plenty to drink too (no drugs anywhere there).......but I remember giving the first guy a royal reaming.....plain old from the front with his legs over my shoulders.....while he was sucking on guys, they were watching, jacking on him, sucking each other.....a real friendly group. I was having a good time.......just a straight fuck and shot a dandy good load of poz juice in #1. I went on to sucking a couple others after that.....saw at least one other guy back doing my guy...using my charged juice for a nice slick ride. If my life depended on it I couldn't tell you who I

did what to.

Guys came and went into the room....at one point I went to the john and was glad to see my bud getting sucked-off on the sofa.....and another major scene going on in the other bedroom. Sorry....no stories of kink, perversion, sm or anything else....just a bunch of dudes having a great nite. I didn't see a rubber the entire night.....and wondered why. Guess it was just a different culture than I'm used to......think these guys thought everybody they know is clean......or had just enough to drink to stop thinking. Most of these guys didn't even smoke.....it was kind of a rush because after a while, instead of the place smelling like cigarettes or joints, it smelled of cum and men....great!

I took a break on the balcony...wanted a smoke and to talk to one cute dude who was out there. He was shorter but not a kid....at least 21 or 22. Friendly, made good conversation.....we were kissing and making out in no time......but he definitely wasn't about to do anything in front of everybody. So took him back to my buds apt.......loosened him up good with my fingers (he loved it)......he had the cutest little butt......a bubble butt and so small even for his size....I could really hold most of his butt in one hand and slip my middle finger in there.

We got sort of "athletic"..........but finally settled down with him laying flat on his stomach with his legs and butt down but spread, and gave him a nice vanilla fuck. Doesn't sound like much, I know, but he was GOOD......really got into it......he could clamp his ass around my cock so tight I could lift his butt off the bed. He would completely relax and let me give him nice deep smooth strokes......the tighten up and make me work for it. Natural talent I think. Didn't rough him up much....it was just a nice fuck and I enjoyed being with such I nice dude.

Was pretty tired by then, but still managed to cum up with a good load for him....felt at least 5 heavy squirts which he appreciated. I was going to suck him off as he lay there (hadn't taken a load yet all night and GOT to have my share).......but he wanted to do it standing up.....so I just sat on the edge of the bed and he did all the work.....God, he had nice moves.....very fluid....just like we were dancing.....I was holding his but in my hands but not really guiding or helping him along.....just holding that cute little butt and giving it soft, gentle strokes. He was rubbing my neck, playing with my ears....enjoyed buzzing my short hair. It was magic.....all very quiet and relaxed. He started to tense up and get ready to shoot, but I thought it wasn't going to be much since he didn't seem that worked up.

But he leaned over, kissed the top of my head and very softly said "for you".....then his back arched and the most awesome, sweet hot load poured out of him. Man....I pride myself on not wasting any.....but there was so much it was running out my mouth and dripping down on my dick. Honestly, I enjoy a real "animal" experience but this was music......he was a real treat. Once he stopped spewing, he just stood perfectly still for a while with his dick in my mouth while I savored it. Then, he just sort of poured into my lap and we kissed......passing his load back and forth between us.

Finally, we snapped out of it and both had the same idea.....without saying a word, we went into the shower, had a good soak and washed each other down, dried off, got dressed and walked back to the party together. I guess there wasn’t anything else to say after that. Of course, I had to find out who he was....lost track of him back at the orgy but described him to our "host" who told me his name, that he had a small studio apt on the second floor and that he had only recently moved in.......didn't have much experience but probably knew what he did from playing with his brother.....a total cutie who he had met....and who had spent a couple weekends at his bros new place. So now.....feel a little bad......want to see Craig again......worry about both him and his brother going poz............think maybe I should give it up.....but want more of that loving (and maybe a chance to do the bro too!!!!!!). Anyway....we left the party still sort of going.....guys sharing spaces on the floor and falling asleep.. In each others' arms, on the furniture.....still some wild sounds from the bedrooms.

By the time we got back to my bud's apartment, we were really too tired to do anything....fell into bed, turned on the TV, and just sort of cuddled until morning. That was nice, but sort of wish I was staying with Craig instead. Haha.....of course, by morning we had our wind back and had a FINE session before breakfast. I'm mostly a top, but bottomed for him and it was good.......guess thinking about all his swimmers and bugs keeps me interested (specially the idea that it may be my bug coming back to me!!!!!).

Heh....I'm sorry I got carried away and yakked so long....was sort of fun reliving it. My 18 yo leaves for college in 10 days..........he is well prepared to share with buds he meets there.....hope to still see him from time to time.....but...think Craig will help me live through and separation anxiety, don't you?

It is funny.....when I was first getting started had one hell of a time finding my first "teachers" no matter how hard I looked. Now, seems I have all the luck and good things find me. Clean living? I don't know....seems like somebody is looking after me......the least I can do is make the most of it!!!!!

share the gift my bro