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Tough question, but in America, I think it is Steamworks in Chicago. The Midtowne in LA would be my second in America. In Europe I would probably go with E.M.C. (Europe Multi Club) in Rome.

Tom and I had chatted on Manhunt. The purely physical aside, he was a bit more direct than many guys with whom I had chatted as he asked me upfront about my status, and, of course, being the bastard that I am, I lied, saying neg (and routinely tested at three month intervals). He agreed to meet at a coffee shop on the campus of Carnegie Mellon, where he attended graduate school. Since the University is a short walk from my house, and I am well familiar with the campus, I arrived before he did. The moment I saw him, my dick started twitching. Tom was about 24 years old, 5'9, about 150 pounds, brown hair, sky-blue eyes, and sporting a soul patch and patch of beard on his chin. He was really fuckin’ cute. Oh yeah, just so you have a relatively complete picture, I'm 6', 190 pounds, jet black short hair, am well-muscled. I have one of those perpetual five o’clock shadows that are so much in vogue these days. I also have a passion for breeding boyish men, especially if they are neg and unsuspecting.

As we talked, I charmed him and, in short order, it took little time to convince him that we should go back to his place, ostensibly to talk. Within 30 seconds of entering his apartment, I had kicked off my boots, yanked off my shirt and shucked my Levis. No underwear here. Naked except for my socks, my dick fully hard, the slit copiously oozing charged precum, I moved towards him. Tom looked stunned. "Wait, you're moving too fast!" he said. “I gotta have you, buddy” was my retort. I wrapped my arms around him in a bear hug, and squeezed, making him gasp. I grasped the hair at the back of his head, and crushed his mouth against mine, licking his lips and teeth with broad strokes. He half resisted me at first, but the resistance was brief. When I got his teeth parted, I plunged my tongue deep in his mouth, and he melted into my grasp. I could feel his dick hardening though his jeans as I pressed my thigh against his crotch.

As we kissed I began unbuttoning his shirt. "Wait!" he whispered. "No" I whispered back, as his shirt opened. He struggled against me, which turned me on more, even though there was no chance he could get away from me. Getting his jeans off his bony ass was child’s play, but I admit getting his underwear off was a bit of a challenge, but one I’ve played-out more than once, so soon enough I had him totally naked, in my arms, and we were headed towards his bed before he knew it. I fell forward onto his bed, crushing him beneath me. Rolling him on his belly, I forced his legs apart with mine. Rearing up a bit, I spread his ass and, by sliding my very excited cock between his cheeks, liberally painted his exposed neg asshole with my poz precum.

I pressed my cock head against his hole, one hand between his shoulder blades holding him down, I began to push. "Don't." he said " I don't get fucked". How often I’ve heard that claim! Could it be I'd gotten especially lucky – that he was virgin as well as neg? Well, this was not the time to ask. Ample spit served as a perfunctory lube as I continued nudging my death stick inside him. When the head popped in, he groaned loudly, his eyes frozen in pain. I briefly considered the advantages of lube, but decided to press my advantage, so I rammed all 8" of my dick deep inside him, causing him to scream even louder. Laying on top on him, my death stick buried to the hilt in his tight spasming ass, I whispered "Oh, baby, you turn me on." I proceed to fuck him, enjoying the feel of his hole spasming each time I thrust into him, going faster as his hole stretched more, until finally I was really pounding his hole.

I stopped and pulled out, and looked at the blood on my throbbing dick. This turned me on even more because I then knew he had been a virgin, and I knew that when I shot my charged load in him, it would likely be absorbed directly into his blood. Before he could act, I flipped him over, pulled his legs over my shoulders, and thrust back into him, immediately picking up my gut-busting rhythm. I loved watching grimaces play on his tear-streaked face each time I rammed into him. Still in him, I leaned down and whispered in his face "Know what, Tom? I lied. I'm poz, and I'm not on meds." For a moment he froze, a look of shock on his face. Shock was replaced almost immediately by fear. Then he panicked, struggling in vain to get away from me, begging and pleading for me to pull out. I held on tight, keeping my dick deep inside him. It didn't take long for him to tire, his struggles less violent, though he continued to beg me to pull out. I asked if he'd even though the fuck that took his cherry would also be the fuck which pozzed his ass, which to my delight resulted in renewed struggles from Tom.

I began furiously pounding his ass, bringing myself to the brink of orgasm. As I felt my balls begin to tighten, I slowed a bit, and whispered to him, each word punctuated by a thrust, "Here… comes… my load!" I rammed in deep, splattering my charged load inside his raped hole, as Tom's groans pealed deliciously in my ears. With each shot of cum, my orgasm seemed to ripple throughout my entire body.

I felt as if I'd never stop shooting charged cum in him, but at last I did. After my tumescent cock slipped from his raped hole, I got up and pulled my clothing on. Hollowly, he asked me how I could do that him. I smiled, and told him that I liked introduce men to unprotected sex, a practice that I was sure he would cultivate in the future. He lay there silently - I assume trying to absorb my philosophy. Of course, his body was busy absorbing my poz cum. Fully dressed, I left his apartment. Sweet success.

A sweet story, and one of the few I've encountered in a sexually-oriented website where a man's dog (or, in this case, a boy's dog) features prominently in a traditional, i.e., non-sexual context. Oh, the ties that bind. I still have the collar from my childhood dog - she died some 34 years ago.

Nice story, but I've taken the liberty of moving it to the Bug Chasing & Gift Giving Fiction section because the protagonist in the story is shooting poz cum.

A difficult question because I don't have an absolutely clear memory of the first time I was fucked, but the first time I recall having been fucked, the top (who was hung fairly large, with really great nuts) slid into me raw. The occasion was in the mid-eighties, so the use of condoms was de rigueur. I distinctly recall assuming he would pull-out to come, (but of course didn't voice as much to him). Surprise, surprise - he didn't. He was not a demonstrative cummer, so to speak, so when he did pull-out I asked if he came, he confirmed as much. To my "but why?" he remarked he was negative. Guess that was the beginning of my psychological conflict with condoms. I avoided getting fucked (for the most part) for the next ten years or so, but, in the mid-90s, finding myself living and working in LA, happily exploring the BH scene, and being propositioned by many very attractive men, none of whom were keen on rubbers, I allowed myself to slip into the habit of asking the top to pull-out when he came. Most of the guys did, but eventually I moved beyond that stage, trying not to think about the risks. After seroconversion there was no looking back - raw was (and remains) the only way, as a top or bottom.

Many years ago I was in a porn theater and ran into a guy who punched the right buttons for me. He was about my build, a few inches taller than I, and had a nice beard. His cock, on the other hand, was an astounding quarter of an inch long. Etiquette demanded I give him a reasonable amount of attention, and for the sake of courtesy I did so, but eventually I moved on. I am aware how shallow this sounds. To this day I'm somewhat embarrassed by my response to minuscule cock.

Regarding the biggest cock I've encountered - that's much harder to recall. I remember one guy I encountered at a porn theater who's cock and balls were amazingly distorted: the balls were the size of grapefruit, and his cock was about 4" across and 5 to 6" long. Possibly he was uncut, but the head of his cock was hard to distinguish, so I can only guess the skin I was seeing was a foreskin - it could also be excess tissue. Comparing notes with another guy some time later, I learned the guy with the amazingly distorted cock was into genital modification. In any event, his cock didn't really operate like a typical cock, it never really hard or soft, but I was able to coax it to orgasm by manipulating his scrotum.

I remember another guy I encountered at a porn theater - his cock was an astounding length - probably about 9" and quite wide in circumference. His balls were also massive. We went back to his house in South Philly where, amazingly, I was able to get his cock up my ass - yes, bareback, and yes, he came. It was several days before my sphincter when back to normal.

An excellent story, and as an inveterate rider of trains and subways, I have had many fantasies of a similar ilk. Sadly I think I've only picked-up two guys while riding the trains - one, a safe-sex advocate who wouldn't fuck without a rubber, the other a guy from Jordan. Happily the Jordanian was into barebacking.

Military cutbacks are always a dilemma, Barebacksaunaslut. Moreover, given the enormous United States deficit, one must wonder how much longer we can afford to maintain our military. I have read that's one of the reasons the military likes bomb-dropping drones - they're relatively cheap, and relatively effective. The best bang for the buck, pun intended.

How about the three of us tagging his ass? I was on active duty during the first Gulf War, and while stationed here in America, and in no danger of being shipped overseas, I followed the conflict with great interest, but I found myself in a dilemma: while naturally I wanted America to defeat the enemy (however defined), I also wanted to have carnal relations with all the men. To this day I have had sex with three men who were born in the Near East, and all three occasions are very happy memories.

Good story, barebackboyme. I'll wonder for sometime which portions of the story are fictional, and which are historical occurrences.

The size of my partner's tits is less of interest to me than than their sensitivity. Sensitive nips are always a treat, Tom, so if I'm fucking a guy and I can heighten his pleasure by tit-play, yes, I'm all for it. A difficulty may arise if the guy is really looking for tit-torture. There's only so much squeezing I can do, and, frankly, one's fingers get tired! Guess that's why some guys graduate to clothes pins and the like.

I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection.

Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest.

My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan.

I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection.

Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window.

Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time.

He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part?

In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room.

I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into?

Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced.

After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up.

I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex.

Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me.

While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me.

After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time.

I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home.

When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.

Good story.

While I have never encountered a cruising scenario quite as rabid as that described here, based on my observations and conversations with guys, I do sense sex is just below the surface in the minds of most men, straight, bi, or gay.

Nope. I must find some aspect of a guy visually attractive before I will want to play with him, so pitch dark rooms don't work for me. Clearly I miss out on a lot of action as a consequence.

I rather like this story, also. Simple, focused, with some detail, but not excessive. Moreover it's not beyond my admittedly modest experiences.

Thanks for writing; I had to jerk off after reading your note. I’d love to have a birthday celebration like that, get trashed and seeded by a bunch of poz guys.

The 30-year-old poz guy I mentioned first fucked me maybe two years ago. At the time, I had no idea of his status. He picked me up at a club - I seem to recall that, before we left for my place, he made sure that I would let him fuck me bare. He was a great, rough fucker and gave me three loads up my ass. It was great - I was sore in all the right places! A few weeks later a friend of mine pointed him out at a club, and warned me to stay away from him, as he was poz and promiscuous. I didn’t say anything, but was in turmoil: excited and frightened, in equal proportions. I was tested twice after that, both times negative, so I didn’t sero-convert, at least at that time. I stayed clear off him for a year or so, but exchanged nods at one club or another. Last summer we left a club at the same time, and walked together for a while. When we passed a dark park, he started to come on to me and said he wanted to fuck me. We went to the park and I sucked him off, but would not let him have my ass. I did swallow his load though. The idea of getting fucked by him again, however, haunted me.

A few weeks later I saw him again at a club. I went up to him and said I would let him fuck me if he still wanted to. As he had done before, he verified I was agreeable to barebacking. I told him I was neg, and that I usually played safe, but I’d let him do it bare cause I was so hot for him. I could see that this really turned him on. Back at my apartment, I barely tasted his dick before it was buried deep in my hole. He stayed the night, and blew four loads up my ass. He also made sure that I kept his seed inside me and let it absorb.

We’ve been together maybe five times since then. He has never said anything about his HIV-status, and I never told him I knew he is positive. It seems he especially likes young guys who, in my estimation, have an innocent look. Guess I’m characterizing myself here. In any event, I have often seen him leave a club with youngish-looking guys. As far as I know, my friends are not aware I’ve been fucking with him; I certainly have not told anyone. While many of my friends will admit to fucking bare, I don’t think any of us would confess to bugchasing. We rarely discuss HIV or anything like that. I’m way over-due for being tested. One of these days, I guess.

Please let me know if you fuck this guy again, or if anything else hot happens. I will keep you posted also. Take it easy.

Hey there! Having been a professional twit all last week and through half the weekend, I'm taking the day WAY off. So, while the memory still lingers, I'll fill you in on my Texas student that I finally had.

I had begun to be sure the Texan was flaking out on me. At last he and my Asian boy called within about an hour of each other last Monday. What to do? It was easiest to arrange for my Texas boy to cum right over. I told you the freaky way we met. He got a copy of my story about fucking with the guy I knew was dying, and it got him all hot. I eventually told him via e-mail about my KS, and he went bonkers about wanting to meet me. We met one evening, as a "get acquainted session." I think he wanted to check his gonad's reactions to me. Then a couple more e-mails. Then the call -- "Cum on over!" I think most gay men have a fairly well-developed fantasy life. This guy's entire fantasy seemed to center on getting AIDS. And especially, getting it from someone who has it! He fucks around a lot with his boyfriend, but seems to feel he's negative. Oh, well, not anymore. He's as sicko twisted as I am.

When he got to the house, he was barely inside the front door when suddenly he was bare inside the front door! Having met beforehand, we felt no need for undue modesty. I was quickly naked as well. And suddenly there we were, writhing around, making out on the carpet of the living room! I generally like to set the tone for the action, but I had no chance. He was up my asshole with his tongue, slathering around on my dick with HIS tongue, kissing and licking me all over my body, and begging to be infected. And the more he begged for it, the harder we both got. But hey, I'm gonna have for the rest of my life. What's the hurry?

He wanted to blow me right there. "Like you're gonna blow me if I ever get too sick to fuck you?" "Oh yeah, man. Let me take your first load down my throat." "You know, it's more effective if you take it up your ass. The virus gets around inside you better that way, you know. I can always give you another load later wherever you want it. Why don't you let me get you ready for your fuck-of-death?" "Oh, shit man, I want it! Fuck me here man. Fuck me right now, no lube, no nothing!" "Just relax, baby," I said. "Let me take you to the bedroom, make us both comfortable, and get you prepared for the most intense fuck of your life." I knew his imagination would make it just that: the most intense fuck of his life.

We went off to the bedroom and I arranged him tummy down on the bed. "When I kissed you, I didn't feel your KS. Do you really have it?" I stuck my tongue out at him and lifted the tip to touch my nose, so the bottom was exposed to his inspection. "Oh fuck, man, can I suck on it? I want to taste it!" So before I got around to gathering play things to rough up his asshole with, I let him deep kiss me again. This time we just kept rolling his tongue back and forth under mine in my mouth. Finally he came up for air. "O God, I'm gonna cream if I don't stop." "We'll have none of that, baby. You lay back down and relax, and I'll get some play things." He did as he was told, sensing that I would not give him what he wanted so bad if he didn't. I gathered up my own toys from the shelf where I keep them: a couple of dildos and the like. Also, the short, half-inch, sanded wooden dowel I use on myself when I want my ass roughed up. No splinters, but the dry wooden surface snags the tissues all over the place and makes them bleed, leaving them open for immediate infection! I wipe these off with water after each use, but of course, I never disinfect them, so they carry whatever is inside me inside the next guy! I used a couple of dildos on him first. One to open him up, and a second one with ridges to make his butt tissue swell a little. The groaning and humping noises he made turned me on more and more. Finally I took my little wooden tool in hand. It's not long enough to make any deep internal tears. I slid it up his lubed ass and started shoving it back and forth hard enough to make heat and twisting it a little. Suddenly his groans of pleasure were squeals of near panic and pain. "Oh fuck it hurts!" "It makes your ass better to take my sick, HIV AIDS cum, baby. You still want that, don't you? You want me to stop?" "Oh, no, don't stop. But hurry. Please hurry! It's really hurts, man." "Shut up, ya sicko. You love my sickness. Each minute you have to wait, I may be getting a little sicker. You want your AIDS from a sick guy, don't you?" "Oh yeah man. But you got it. Give it to me! Please give it to me!"

He was so fucking crazy to get fucked. His whining and moaning and begging made me so hot. "Shut up, fuck face. Here I come." What he couldn't see or know or guess was that his asshole was starting to really bleed. It must have been so fucking sore! I slid up his shit hole and was strangely possessed by the feeling of "joy" that rushed through me. We'd had no weed, no booze, just raw fuck-me-and-kill-me passion! I wanted to fuck the shit out of him and splash my diseased seed all over inside his ass. I was so hot, I was even afraid to take a hit of the poppers on the nightstand. I was sure I'd come in less than three minutes! But then I was able to get control of my mind and focus it on giving this boy the fuck of his life/death. "Do you like the feel of daddy's dick in your ass, baby?" Some of his blood from his already brutalized hole was mixing with the lube now. I was able to watch as it tinged everything around his hole a lovely, bright liquid red, including my dick! ?"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Fuck me! Give it to me! Oh, fuck it hurts. But it feels so good knowing you're infecting me. Give it to me!"

"How did daddy's KS feel to suck on?" That pushed a button for him! I could feel his ass clamp hard on my prick as he remembered it. "O fuck, it was great man. I want to be sick like you are, man." It was such a wild thing for him! "I want to ride your sick cock over and over until it kills me!" What the images in his mind were at this point is anybody's guess. But the hotter it made him, the hotter his heat made me! I knew I needed a brief respite or I was going to unload in him then and there. "I'm gonna pull out for a second, baby." "No, don't! Fuck me, man! Don't quit till you infect me!" "Don't sweat, baby. You'll get your infection. I want you to roll over on your back. We'll put your legs in the air like a real whore. Then I'll fuck you over the edge. Then I'll finish fucking you to death!" Even though I'm not really "sick" yet, the sick and dying talk seemed to drive him absolutely wild. I slipped out of his ass, and in seconds he'd flipped onto his back and lifted his legs. When he did that, he could see some of the bloody mess that his asshole had become! "Oh shit, what'd you do to me, you asshole?"

"Don't talk to daddy that way, Shithead!" I smacked him kind of hard with the back of my hand as I climbed over him and pinned his legs to his chest with my arms. "You said you wanted HIV from a guy getting sick. This way we both KNOW you're getting infected. 'Cause your pretty little ass tissues are all torn open, ready to receive my deadly germs. You want those deadly germs, don't you faggot? Or should I quit fucking you now?" "Oh, no man, don't stop. It scares me. Will I bleed to death while you fuck me?" By now I was already inside him. Even if the thought of dying scared him, it also made him hot. I could feel his ass clamp onto my dick as he talked. He was freaking out in all directions! "No, baby, you won't bleed to death. Just take a hit of the poppers and they'll take your mind off it." I held them out in the little inhaler I use for them, and hung onto them while he took a long hit. I took a hit myself and resumed my ride. He started wiggling underneath me to meet each thrust I aimed at him. "Fuck I want to cum!" he said. "Just hold that thought, baby. Let daddy ride." My balls were swollen so full of cum from thinking about the time I'd actually ride him that I wasn't going to last too much longer. We'd been at it for a total elapsed fuck of about 35 minutes. Pretty good for a guy that almost blew his load when the kid came in the door. And as much as his ass must've hurt, he was still clamping onto my dick in rhythm to my ride. Suddenly I couldn't hold off any longer. "Take my fucking AIDS cum, baby!" "Oh, shoot it inside me! Infect me! Fuck me full of your poz cum!" With little more encouragement, I blew a load inside him like I couldn't remember having done in quite some time. The fact that he was just so eager to get it was so hot.

He took hold of his own dick and began to jerk off, but I grabbed his hand. "Not yet baby. Nobody cums here without my permission." He looked a little freaked out again, like I'd turned into a Nazi or something. I pulled my cock out of his sloppy ass. "In a minute I'll lick your ass up, make it feel better. First, you're gonna clean me up." He protested feebly as I moved up over him to drop my dick in his mouth. It was red with the action and with a little of the kid's own blood. When I was over his mouth, I began to smear my dick all over his face. He couldn't resist. He took the sticky thing in his mouth and started nursing for all he was worth. Suddenly I was hard again. I wasn't ready to blow a second load just yet, though. "Relax, kid, let it relax a little, now that you've cleaned it up. Let me lick your but a little and then maybe daddy will give you a load of piss." He had told me he liked drinking his BF's piss. I took a damp wash cloth, and wiped the grosser bits of his ass clean off. Then I put my tongue into his little rosebud for just a second. He almost leapt off the bed! "Shit that feels wild!" "Of course it does, baby. It's supposed to! Now, come over here and kneel and drink some piss for daddy!" So I got off the bed and stood, and he knelt at my feet. He took my dick in his mouth, and waited in beautiful submission. "It's OK to beat off now if you want, baby." Just as my piss started streaming down his throat, he blew his load all over my feet. Then he freaked me out! He bent down and started licking up his cum! And then he asked to taste my KS again. When I said "Of course," he started sucking on my tongue for all he was worth. "Oh God, thank you," he said. "This is how I wanted it to be. But God my ass is so sore. Will I ever be able to fuck again?" "Oh, sure. Want to come back next week some time?" "I don't know. I really hurt. But its so right. You've really given me the bug, haven't you. And in such a hot way. I guess I don't mind how much I hurt. I know you did it for my own good. For the HIV and all. I haven't been able to think about anything but getting AIDS from a guy like you since we first made contact. Wow. Thank you so much." "Sure thing. But I do feel compelled to follow through. I want to be sure you're really infected, after all. You've trusted me for it, and I feel a responsibility to be sure you really get it. I'll be away for several days, but I'll call you when I get back in town."

"Yeah, thanks. That'd be good. Would you hold me?" Again with the kids who want it and then go all goo-goo when they get it! "Sure," I said, and wrapped him in my arms. He didn't really want to let go. After a while I told him I needed to call someone. He started to let go and I said "That's OK. All I need to do is get over there to the phone." I leaned into him and we fell across the bed so I could reach the phone on the other side of the night table. I called my Asianboy and begged off seeing him. We set up a time for the next morning, before I left town. I've seen him several times since that first wild fuck I gave him. And he's found another guy he KNOWS is HIV and is getting fucked by him too. My Texas boy and I talked for about half an hour after I made my phone appointment. Before he left, he asked to have that other load of cum I'd promised. "You want to blow me, baby?" "After what you just did to my ass, I think that's all I can do!" So he locked onto my dick as I laid back on the bed. It didn't take long. I blew a small fountain into the back of his throat. "That's it, baby. Drink daddy's poison cum." Piss with a cum chaser. Another job well done.

I met Tetsu (he calls himself Tim here) the next morning, managed some great fireworks before I left town. We set up to see each other again later this week, now that I'm back in town. In the meantime I have called Joey the Texas boy to see how his ass is, and to talk about his follow-up inoculation. He hasn't called back yet. Do you think he will?

This version has a vicious element that troubles me. It was a tough call whether or not I should post it or trash it.

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I am pleased to report I had occasion to go hunting over the weekend. Business had me out of town in Tucson, Arizona. I took a room near the University this time as I recently found myself attracted to MUCH younger men. Since homosexuality itself is illegal in Arizona, I didn't figure other legalities matter much, either.

I found a kid near a campus gay bar. I don’t know if it was an issue of age or money, but he was lurking about outside the bar, not belly-up to the bar. Luring him back to my room with the promise of a little liquor was easy enough. He informed me early on that I was just his type: a nice mature daddy with lots of facial hair. How flattering. It made the rest easy as child's play. He wanted to give head from the moment he came in the room. Great! I let him. Want to suck my ass kid? OOH, yeah, baby, shove your tongue up there, nice and deep! Make daddy feel it! Make daddy relax and feel wonderful! “OK, kid, it’s time to get fucked!” “No, man, I don't like to be fucked”, he said. “Too bad, fuck face. I'm taking your ass for my own.” It was a small struggle, but he eventually realized he couldn't match me. In short order, I had my bare cock, (lubed only with his slobber), sliding into his ass. I could tell why he didn't like to be fucked: he was as tight as the tightest I've ever fucked! I imagine his tissues were opening with every fucking stroke. I kept thinking about this other 26yo kid I'm preparing to take his deathfuck in a gang rape setting later this fall. You know him -- "barebackstud99". He says he's tight too. I thought, this must be what 99 feels like inside. Shit, what a ride that's going to be! I should dedicate this one to him... OK, 99, this fuck's for you!

Of course, the more I thought about fucking 99, the closer I got, until I blew a heavy load of AIDS-laced cream into this baby's asshole. “Fuck! You're not wearing a condom!” “Don't worry baby, my AIDS isn't very far along.” “YOU HAVE AIDS????” “Sure do baby. And now so do you. Wanna freak out? It makes me hard, watching a guy freak out. I could probably blow another load of AIDS in you, if you want to freak out.”

He couldn't help himself. Freak he did. And my cock got all rigid again without ever coming out of him, and it only took a few easy strokes in and out of his ass to bring me off, leaving a second deadly deposit in his ass. About then, I think he must've passed out from the stress of it all. I got him into my car, drove him off to the parking lot of the bar I'd found him lurking near, and rolled him out. Somewhere out there in AZ now is a young angel dealing with his new status, slowly converting from within into the monster 99 wishes to become. It makes me fucking hot to remember it! Good work, don't you think? Another life permanently changed, fucked literally to death because I wanted to.

As improbable as this may sound, I don't believe I had any sexual encounters with anyone else before age twenty or so. I wanted to, but simply didn't!

Another version of this story.

GREAT experiences bro. Really enjoyed them. Glad you spread your poz seed around. Not only is it fun, I would argue it’s a duty to share the bug with as many as we can. It’s natural. Part of the evolutionary process, if you will. I don't know what the final outcome will be in the long run, but anything natural is good.

A little update: Brian, the 22 year old I'm doing now. He is such a nice kid. I really like him - maybe almost love him or at least as close as I ever get. It is such a lift for me to watch his progress: from a kid who didn't know anything and was missing it all to a happy proud gay man. When I look at him and know that I seeded him first and he's walking around with my bug all through him - well, what a great feeling. We've talked about him moving in with me. It might happen, but meanwhile he is living with two other guys, one about his age and a guy 24 or 25. Brian says they are just roommates and don't do anything with each other - yeah, I bet! The younger one is OK - straight and not too swift...but cute and I know I'll get around to drilling him one day. The older one is a total jerk and don't care if I breed him or not.

Here's the wild part. Brian is smart, but what he knows about man-sex and HIV is what I’ve taught him. I told him it was fine with me if he gets it on with his roomies, but also told him that ONCE HE CONVERTS he should probably tell them and start playing safe with them till they want i. He agreed. In other words, the sweet kid is so naïve that he thinks he is safe until he knows he has converted. So there he is. He probably has taken positive 50 injections from me so far, and for all I know he is probably already sharing my bug with his roomies, including the creep. Gotta love it! So the dilemma is....do I have him move in with me and enjoy him for as long as it lasts, or let him circulate and spread my bug for me? We'll see.

Had a great 4th. I went to Cleveland to hook up with some buds I hadn't seen for a while, meeting at the Leather Stallion. The place was packed early on and lots of men getting ready to go to the fireworks by drinking, both alcohol and cum - to be sure, lots of juice was going down throats. Six of us went to the fireworks together. We were pretty wasted by the time the fireworks started and there in the dark, I don't know what dicks went in what holes. It was a great experience with the fireworks going off and doing it more or less in the middle of a crowd where everyone could see. I had a lot also. Afterwards we went back to the club, closing the place. About twenty of us stayed after lock-up and slept there, butts and mouths all over the floor....sleeping in the slings. I know some neg holes were bred. Besides the regulars, there were a fair number of college kids there for the holiday - first timers with sort of a preppy attitude. The kind who thought they were really on the edge for visiting a leather and Levis club, but it didn’t occur to them how seriously some of us take our gift-giving.

I did one kid I know was just there out of curiosity. I doubt he planned to get so wasted or to get bred, but this is speculation. We didn't bother with conversation. I just gave him a real rough and tough fucking from the rear. It wasn't a good fuck for either one of us - he was too far gone to help - but I got off on the idea that it was probably his first bareback and with the gouging I gave him he probably got a nice live charge in his system. I doubt he will remember it even when he gets his test results. Sweet!

Yeah, I believe in sharing with as many as I can, but truth be known, it’s not hard to find partners. While most will preach the safe-sex line in public, when in private, bareback is the only way.

Have a good weekend, buddy. Do one for me and I'll do one for you!

I believe I know when it happened, although I didn't get a confirmation for several months. Essentially I experienced an unusually severe cold that utterly sapped my strength. It was a particular issue because I was in Newport, Rhode Island at the time, visiting the mansions with friends, and the walking about was exceptionally challenging. By the next weekend I was more-or-less back to normal, so my experience was mild contrasted with your's, barebacksaunaslut.

Here's another version of this story -

In Tucson part of the weekend. WOW. Had a mind-warping experience over the weekend, even for me. But it was hot. Almost too hot for words. Went to visit an old college chum and his family Saturday afternoon while I was there. In the way-back-whens I had gone to his wedding. They gave birth to their first child the year we graduated. We were 22, and in the prime of our lives. They named the kid after his granddad and eventually had 6 more.

We've stayed in close touch over the years. This young man has turned into a strapping young 21 year old. Fine looking boy. About 6'2, and maybe 200 pounds of solid muscle. Nicely cut features from his jaw down to his knees. And he looked like he was packing the same dong I remember seeing on his dad in college dorm shower days. His muscles come from working construction during the summer for the last several years. Nice and tan just because he lives in Tucson. No, I didn't fuck him on the kitchen table, in front of his parents or anything . . . Tho a good fantasy life IS a healthy thing!

Where it got interesting was when I ran into the kid at the gay bar I hang out at when I'm over there. He was just old enough to get in – just had his 21st birthday a month or so ago. It was late that same night. Too say that both of us were a little surprised is an understatement! But there was no hiding for him, and I wasn't inclined to anyway. He eventually worked up the courage to come talk to me. I wasn't gonna press him on it. He needed to do it on his own.

Did he hang out here often? "Only since I'm legal to get in." Was he interested in men? "Oh, yeah, definitely." He said he'd always suspected it, but when he got out of high school he decided it was time to really explore more fully. And being around half-naked, well-tanned men at construction sites for several summers only nailed his confidence in his leanings. In fact, he said he was surprised and a little alarmed at how attracted he was to me. "How so?" "Just your size, your shape, your beard, your intelligence. Does dad know you're gay?" "Oh, yes, your folks have known as long as I have." I didn't tell him about my status, or that his parents obviously had no idea about it either.

And that's the first time I remember in a long while that my intelligence got a compliment as a matter of personal attraction! I was beginning to imagine how hot it would be to fuck over the son of an old friend and give him AIDS, the ultimate fuck of his life. I was getting hard just thinking about it. Besides, he reminded me, I was one of his dad's friends. But that wouldn't matter to him, if it didn't matter to me. WOW. This kid I've know since he was a baby was propositioning me! Offering himself. Then he dropped it. "Would you like to go somewhere and make out?" I was preparing to ask if he didn't. There was no way I could pass this up. "My hotel room OK?" "Sure. Got any joy juice there?" "No, but we can buy anything you like on the way there." "Dad says you're a whiskey drinker." "Yes, from way back!" "I'm learning to like it too. Let's go get some and get it on!"

So we were off. We headed for my hotel, stopping at the liquor store on the way. He grabbed some ice (we got regular label blend, not the 10 year old single malt) while I made a call. He was no sooner in the door than he was pouring glasses of whiskey and shucking out of his clothes. I did the same. His 21 year old body was lovely to watch as it revealed itself: a wisp of hair running from his crotch up his tanned tummy and exploding across his chest; a tight lovely ass that begged to be sucked and fucked. And I was just the guy to do it. He was down on my dick, swallowing it up and getting it hard and delivering expert head; all I needed to do was lean back and enjoy it. He clearly had been doing this a while -- he knew what it was about. Then he leaned up for a kiss and some cuddling. I could not help wondering what was going through his head, having known me as a surrogate uncle most of his life. I was determined that he was going to get his death fuck – from ME -- that very night. It was a wild concept. It was so fucking hot -- fucking around with and fucking to death a kid I had known for years.

As he kissed me deeply, he worked my nipples with each hand, so I returned the attentions, playing with his lovely chest. He was already rock hard imagining the intimacy of being screwed by someone he knew as well as me. I decided it was time to back him off emotionally a little. "You know, this changes our relationship entirely, but it also stays the same. I am not suddenly a lover or boyfriend. I have my life, and you have much growing to do." "Yeah, I figured. I am aware of as much, but figure that's the way things must be, otherwise everything would be screwed-up. Let’s have a great time, and let it be just that." "You got it, kid. Now, go down on me again!" "Sure thing!"

He was all over in between my legs, licking up and down my shaft and taking both balls into his mouth, then sliding his tongue up and down in that tender area between my balls and anus, and suddenly flicking into my hole! It was great! I just let him go, moving all over my crotch like that, for 40 minutes or so. "Want to twist around, and let me work on that hard member drooping between your legs?" "You know, I'd rather get fucked." "I planned that, eventually." "I want it now, Lee. I've only been fucked a few times, always by guys younger than me. You're big enough for me to really feel it, and frankly, you’re more my type. I don't care for queeny college students and the inexperienced guys just coming out of their closet. I like men, but have trouble approaching them. You're different. It was easy with you. I want you to be my first real fuck. My first 'daddy,' if that doesn't offend you." "Sure thing, buddy. Get your ass over here. Let me lick you open a little, then you can have me inside you!"

His ass was in front of my face in no time, and gave him the deepest rimming he ever had. In fact, I'm not sure he'd ever been rimmed at all. It drove him nuts. He was hard and dripping at the prospect of a daddy-fuck, he utterly crazy. Soon he was moaning and begging me to fuck him NOW! I slid up to his opening and slid IN! It was crazy-wild-wonderful. Fucking a boy I've known all his life. Fucking the son of an old friend. Giving him his death fuck. He didn't even ask about condoms. He just let me slide in! His younger boy lovers must have left him with no fear or little awareness. Or, maybe he was a chaser! I didn't go there.

I pounded him for about fifteen minutes. Based on his moans I thought I was hitting his insides in just the right place. He confirmed as much when, in response to my question he replied "Oh, I'm great, man. I want you to explode inside me. Take me! Make me your slut!" I was getting hotter and hotter at the prospects of giving this kid his AIDS fuck. It was the first time I had done anything quite like it since I gave four of my regular fuck buddies syphilis when we were in college, and yes, I had done it on purpose! Just for the fucking fun of it! And I was churning in my nuts to do it again. About that time I exploded inside his guts with about the biggest load I've dropped in months. I could tell from his initial tightness that he didn't get fucked much at all, so I knew the virus would find its way in to him. He had been bucking onto my cock almost violently, shoving himself clear back into my pubes, impaling himself on my death rod. And when I exploded in him, he exploded on the sheets under him. "Sorry I couldn't save that for you, man." "That's OK, kiddo. Why don't you lick it up yourself?" So he did. I made no effort to pull out, so we had to do some tandem maneuvering, and he made no effort to pull out. In fact, he just kept himself plastered up on my cock, clinching his sphincter on and off and draining me of even a little more. "Can you do that again?" "You want me to?" "Yeah, it was hot being fucked by someone who's really my kind of man. Don't know when I'll get the chance again. And it was really hot being fucked by you! My dad's college roommate. You guys never played, did you?" "No, more is the pity, but I liked your mom, so I decided it was OK for your dad to date women!" He chuckled at that.

I hadn't ever lost the hard-on that had seeded him with the last meaningful fuck of his life. By then he was rocking himself gently back and forth on my dick, and I was getting really stiff again. It wasn't long till I was really hard, and soon after that I could feel my dick swelling into a second, less generous, but just as deadly load of cum! He was working his own dick by then. "You just blew another load, didn't you?" "You noticed!" "Yeah. You have a great sense of humor. Let me roll over and blow another load myself, laying on my back." So I slipped out of him, he rolled over, and in no time he blew another VERY big, stringy, creamy load all over his tummy. He started gathering it in his fingers and taking it to his lips for tasting and swallowing. Then, I confess, he blew my mind: "You have AIDS, don't you."

"Yes, I do. It's not information I freely offer, and you didn't ask. How did you know?" "Good. Just guessed, really. Do you think I'll get it now?" "There's a good chance. I've given it to others with just one fuck." "Good. I'm not a chaser, exactly. But I'm tired of freaking out and worrying about it. I'm glad it was you. It's like keeping it in the family." "The day may come when you get very sick. If you take real good care of yourself, you will probably last a long time, though." "Well, mom and dad know I'm gay, so they'll never need to know the details of how I got it. They can assume I got it from any of the tricks I've met. And maybe by the time I get really sick, they'll have figured out what to do about it. And I'll be real careful with it." "Yeah, maybe," I said. I was sailing in the stratosphere at having just given this kid AIDS. The son of an old friend. It was too wild for words. I found myself cataloguing how many of my old friends had sons that are or would be ripe for the seeding soon. It was too fucking crazy, man!

Sunday was kind of a haze. I knew I would have major rebuilding work on this damn Mac when I got home, but I ignored it and rested in the glow of an AIDS fuck the like of which even I will not soon forget.

Here's another version of the above story.

I reread your last note about your Ricardo. Are you filling him with more poison? Have you told him yet? I know I promised to tell you about my Asian boy here and about the Texas kid, but something has happened since that is just too hot And I want to tell you about it first!

I spent the last week out of town here in So Cal at a professional convention at a little liberal arts college east of here in a town near the Mojave Desert. It's an annual event, so I know the campus and the town fairly well. There's a kid I've seen for years doing setup and stuff, who is part of the summer staff for the college. He was there again this year, looking better than ever. Tall, about 6 foot, with long dark hair down over his shoulders and gathered back to the back of his neck, and retro 70's sideburns clipped real close. Dark olive super-tanned complexion. And a really nice body. He's usually in workout clothes when I see him, setting up tables on the quad for receptions and such. This year he showed up in shorts. He has the hottest legs! Nice and hairy and darkly tanned and muscular.

He quickly recognized I was cruising the hell out of him every time I saw him, and I was flattered when, this year, he started cruising back! He such a cutey! While I'm no dog, I was just surprised that he was getting into a daddy type like me! On Wednesday, I did the walk right up and chitchat thing, much against my better judgment. He was working, after all, with a few other student workers around. But he was all chatty back, pretended to give me directions when anyone else was in ear-shot. I learned his name was Eric, he was a grad student, about 24 years old, and had only recently come out (a Mormon boy, I learned later). Making some sort of excuse to his co-workers about taking me over to Campus Facilities, he grabbed me briefly by the cuff and pulled me off in one direction. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I could feel a raging hard-on under my suit trousers!

As we waked out of earshot of others, I asked what exactly we were doing. It seemed he was as horny as I was, and wanted to get somewhere that we could do something about it. He was taking me to the college facilities warehouse to a room full of campus furniture where we could fuck our brains out privately! "Won't that get you, maybe both of us in trouble?" "Nah," he said. "I'm the crew chief this week and no one else is around except my crew, and they're going to be busy for hours."

Arriving at a huge building on the edge of the campus, he unlocked the door, and after we entered the building, he re-locked the door from the inside and led me through a huge warehouse to a smaller room at the back. There were desks, tables, lab tables, lecture podiums, and, joy of joy, mattresses! "I could tell by the way you looked at me that you wanted me," he said. "And I don't know why, but I kind of get off on older men. What do you like to do?"

About then I grabbed his dick through his shorts, and sure enough, it was already on its way to rock hard. "Are you sure we aren't going to make the tabloids in here?" He laughed. "Nah, we're OK man. You like what you feel?" "Yeah. Why don't you get out of it all, and I'll show you what I like to do." While he got out of his clothes, I skinned out of my suit, tie, all the professional trappings. I worked faster than he did (interestingly I had twice as many layers on) and the moment his dick popped out for inspection, I had it so deep down my throat he almost fell over. He was absolutely rigid in my mouth. After a while I turned him around and slid my tongue into his ass crack, licking and slobbering on and sucking his hole till his knees started shaking. "God that feels great. Nobody has ever done that. Doesn't it taste nasty?" "Hell no, buddy. You taste right fine! Can we do this more comfortably?" "Yeah, wait. Let me pull a mattress off the stack." Within minutes we had our little divan and we lay face to face, crotch to crotch, him nursing my raging dick and me with my head passed between his magnificent legs sucking on his hole. I have to confess, I was feeling like it might be a fine, fun thing to have his thang up MY hole, so after a while I asked if he liked fucking. "Actually not," he said. "I've tried a couple times, but I'd rather BE fucked, if that's OK with you."

"Uh, yeah, I'd love to make you happy if that's what makes you happy! But I don't have any condoms." Noble of me, don't you think, to be up front? "Do you keep a supply hidden here somewhere?" "No, but that's OK. You look like a nice guy. Let's do it, cause I really like it. Tell me when you're ready to come, and I'll tell you if I want you to pull out, OK?" "Have you ever taken a load of cum up your ass?" "Not till now, but there's a first time for everything. You look like a nice guy. I see you here every year. So shut up and fuck me!"

Not needing much more encouragement than that, I checked his ass with my fingers to be sure my rimming had lubed him up well. It had. And when my tongue is hard and up a man's shit-chute, my dick is always rock hard, too. So it was a short matter to rearrange him on our mattress, and slide myself right into his waiting hole. The excitement of doing it in a public room, even though we were locked in and no one was around, was really turning me hotter moment by moment as well. And he was groaning and pushing onto me every time I rocked myself into his ass. I wondered how many times he had been fucked, given his expertise and his clear enjoyment of it. So I actually asked him, right in mid-fuck! "Are you used to doing this a lot?" "Well, not a lot," he said. "But my big brother and his buddy used to fuck each other and let me watch, when I was a teen teenager. Eventually they invited me to learn. They didn't rape me. I wanted to learn. They were really enjoying it, I could tell, so I wanted to learn so I could enjoy it, too. It was so hot. And we did it a lot then, cause we shared a room till my brother went off to college. Then I didn't do nothing for years. A couple of years ago the urges came back, and I started looking for guys. I'm really into men like you, maybe ten years older than my age." I was flattered. I was at least twenty years older than he is! But the thought of him committing incest with someone doubtless every bit as good looking as he is really tied my nuts in knots! "O God, I'm gonna cum!" As I started to pull out, he whimpered slightly. "Do it inside me, buddy. No one's done it inside me since my brother and I quit. Please do it inside me!"

So I shoved back in as deep and as far as I could, just as I went over the edge and pozZED his ass all over the place. I was still hard, laying there inside him thinking about him and his brother, when he brought himself off in his own hand, then turned so we could both lick his cum off his hand together, then tongue each others mouth and kiss. We must have kissed and embraced for another half hour. "I better get back to the boys on the quad," he eventually said. "Can we do this again? You will be here tomorrow, won't you?" "Yes, I'm here all week!" So we did it the next day, then I took him back to my hotel that night so we could it again in greater comfort. He never asked for a rubber. He never inquired about the funny spot his tongue would touch in my mouth. Finally, I had to tell him! "I figured. I really hoped. I figured if I was going to get it, and I knew I would, I'd like to get it from someone like you."

How sweet. So, how was your week?

This story is almost certainly a more developed version of the above story. The details suggest someone worked on beefing it up considerably. I checked around, and the two buildings mentioned are on Temple's campus, and from the map I gather they are adjoining. Whether the restrooms exist - well, I'll let you ponder that question.

I can't tell you how horny it makes me when it's a lovely spring night- what’s a boy to do? Cruise for sex, of course, and naturally I made the rounds of the university tea-rooms. The first restroom (in the basement of Conwell Hall) was jumping. One might think no one studied after-hours at Temple University! Well, maybe the women did - I wouldn’t know what they did outside class. All four stalls were occupied, and the three urinals were taken, two guys were continually washing their hands at the sink, and one man was lounging against the far wall. As always, the arrival of a new guy made everyone stop to scope him out, but within a few seconds matters returned to a normal slutty pitch, particularly as I was not subtle in my intentions. Of course I have no idea who was in the stalls beyond saying I doubt they were using the facilities for the intended purpose. The two at the sink were regulars, as I had seen them cruising earlier in the semester. Neither was of interest (both were a bit slender) - not to my taste. The two of the three guys at the urinals were black: one in a sharp suit with a bald head, the other a messenger- type with full head of dreadlocks. The last guy was a non-descript white guy. The guy leaning against the far wall was very much my type: early 30's, short and muscular, wide shoulders, narrow waist, with a nicely trimmed beard and exceptionally great eyes. He was wearing an inexpensive, shabby suit. He was about my height, 5'9" or so. I guess he weighed about 175 pounds to my 160 pounds.

To my pleasure, he gave me a careful, approving scrutiny, so naturally I was happy to return his attentions with a bit of blatant mutual groping, at which time I sensed he was endowed with a particularly thick cock and full balls. Breaking off from our mutual, superficial exploration, he gestured for me to follow as he strode past the other men, heading out the door. I don’t think we exchanged a single word, but we understood each other without any misunderstanding. Following him up the staircase, he lead me to the elevator, punching in the button for the 10th floor. For a few seconds we continued our mutual, silent, approving exploration of each other. Arriving at the 10th floor, he again took the lead, guiding me through a warren of little used corridors I had never before seen, leading me to a bathroom in a secluded corner of what I have since learned was the adjoining Carnell Hall. An apt name, as it turned out.

The restroom was empty. He headed to one of the five stalls, and sat down. I followed, and locked the door behind me. These were the old stalls: marble walls that ran from floors to ceiling, and wooden doors that came all the way to the floor. Without a word, he unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans. Instantly, his mouth was on my cock and balls. Shit, his mouth was hot and wet, and felt wonderful. I pulled away after a couple of minutes, and pulled him to his feet. I helped him out of his jacket and shirt. He was not wearing an undershirt so I could smell the man. His scent was intoxicating. His hairy pecs were, as I imagined, beautifully developed, and a very full treasure trail lead down over his nice firm gut that balanced out his torso quite well. I suspect this man was a manual laborer, and his body was the better for the daily workout. I went for his tits, and his hands went behind my head and pulled me harder against his chest.

I fumbled with his belt and quickly his trousers and briefs fell to his knees. Taking his tumescent, hairy cock in my hands, I mentally measured it. I my involuntary "fuck!" was the first word we actually exchanged. I had to pull myself off his tits to admire it. As I anticipated, it was thick, long, and had a beautiful head. Frankly, it was as perfect cock, as ever I had seen. It stuck straight out from his crotch, the cut head was shining with pre-cum. "Fuck," I told him, "that's fucking beautiful." "Suck it," was all he said to me. Going down on my knees, he shoved that choker into me. I gagged a bit, but got into a good rhythm–all the way down, then all the way up. Practice makes perfect, and I was glad I had had ample practice giving head to dozens of men throughout Philadelphia and New York within the preceding couple of months. Otherwise, I would never have been able to give appropriate service to him. Guess it pays to be a slut.

After a minute or so he sat down, pushed his trousers and briefs to his ankles and spread his legs wide apart. It was pretty fucking hot and obscene for me, kneeling in front of this stud on the commode, sucking his fat cock. Every now and again, he would hold my head down all the way, and squeeze me with his meaty thighs. When it got to the point when I would almost panic, he would release me. About this time I pulled my cock out of my trousers and began pleasuring myself, although I was careful not to go too far - I wanted to stretch this exchange out as long as possible before either of us blew.

After a few minutes of doing this, he pushed me back, and kicked off his shoes and pants. Anchoring his feet against the door of the stall, he leaned back as far as he could, which had the effect of opening up his hole, with me still kneeling before him. He massaged his asslips, an open invitation for me to explore his butt. Need I say I was delighted for the invitation? Without hesitation I parted his cheeks and dove into his hot, musky, hairy hole. I must say, to this day I get tingly when I think about it: his ass ring was nice and thick and pouty, pink and soft. I chewed on it, licked it, dug into his hole - did everything I could think of to pleasure him. I felt the hairs around his butt chaff against my face - an extra enticement.

Wondering if he wanted me to fuck him, I took the excuse of my aching knees for a reason to cease rimming him as I visibly struggled to my feet. Without a pause, he stripped me of all my clothing, and grabbed my waist and went down on me with great expertise. Clearly, he was not a novice. With one hand, he grabbed my balls and snuck a finger toward my hole. I squatted down onto it. I was glad I had lubed-up before I left my dorm. As he finger fucked me, and finding my prostate, he sucked harder and stroked my balls. I was so close it took only about thirty seconds before I came hard. I fucking loudly groaned and shot my wad into his mouth. I fired off five shots before calming down, and still he bobbed his head. I guess he was trying to keep from swallowing at least some of it, because cum coated his lips and beard, as well as my balls. He pulled off, grabbed my head and gave me a big wet kiss. My cum was salty and bitter against his thick tongue. He spit the rest of it in his hands and coated his dick. "C'mere."

My stud grabbed my legs and pulled me close so I straddled the commode and his crotch, at which point he pushed me down onto his cock. Looking at me with those piercing blue eyes, he thrust up while pushing me down. The big head of his cock battered against my tight asshole. My hole readily opened-up, although I cannot pretend the pain was insubstantial: rather it radiated from my hole, energizing my entire body. I swear I heard a ‘pop’ when his head slipped into my ass. My cum eased the entry somewhat, but I was still (and am yet now) tight. With his hands on my shoulders, he jammed into me. I gasped and cursed, but it did not matter. He was in me up to his balls. I sat still on him, trying to adjust to the sudden invasion of that huge chunk of meat. He gave me a few seconds and started to chew my tits. Man, that helped a lot. Soon, he was thrusting and moving his big cock inside my ass, churning my guts around. The sounds of our grunting, and my ass slapping against his thighs and balls rang off the marble walls. He gripped my lower back and began to pound as hard as circumstances permitted. I was rubbing my pecs and nips raw against his chest hair. It was sending the wildest sensations all over.

All he said was, "I'm gonna cum." The smell of fresh cum and hot ass juices filled the stall as he continued to pound away. I sensed a change in lubrication levels as he flooded my hole with his sperm, which was oozing all over his nuts and my ass. We were kissing again when he finally stopped fucking me. Reluctantly, I pulled off him, and stood up, backing away from the commode. He hard cock slapped against his belly when it left my ass. I smiled at him and kept my eyes on his as I sank down to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I did my duty by sucking that big fucker clean, licking up all his cum.

I continued to suck that big fucking cock just because it tasted so good and felt so great in my mouth. He never got soft. He just kept staring at me with those intense eyes, watching with some satisfaction as I slobbered over his cock. He grabbed my hair and pulled me off his cock, and asked, "Are you safe?" On the spur I lied saying "Yeah, I'm neg, man." "Good." He turned me over and lined his dick up against my puffy sore hole. With a hard push, he sank into me, and I felt that wonderful stuffed cock feeling again. We were panting and grunting as he fucked me for another ten minutes or so as he worked-up a second load. My head was jammed against the stall door, my arms outspread against the corners of the stall in a frisk-me-stance. He just kept pounding. Once in a while, he would reach around and frig my erect cock or twist my tits, and a couple of times he would even try to slide a finger in along with his cock. I moaned extra loud at those moments. My back was all tingly and sore from his chest hair, each rub and push sent jolts of electric bites along my back, particularly when he hit my prostate. Soon, I heard his grunting become more urgent and I knew I was about to be creamed a second time. Beating my meat, I returned his question, asking "Are you safe?" As if it mattered at this point. Punctuating each word with a deep thrust, he replied "I don't think so, buddy." Then he gave me one more plunge and shot more cum into my ass. On cue I shot my second big wad all over door and my hand.

We came down from orbit, but his dick was still in my ass. He whispered in my ear that he went for his test, but hadn't gotten the results yet. Turning around to face him, I gave him a long kiss and said, "I hope you're poz." He gave me a wicked grin. The joys of being a faggot!