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Here's another version of this story. 'Marky' becomes 'Tim' but Hector is still Hector (thanks be!).

I had the most fucking awesome Memorial Day weekend a few days ago. I took Friday off because I knew I was going to fuck around, especially since it was also Fleet Week.

First thing I did Friday was contact Hector, the Latin stud who I met at a local porn shop. I hadn't spoken much with him that first time, but I knew that he was into planting dirty loads into guys. You should have felt how hard his cock got when I told him to flood my ass. I met up with him at his apartment late morning. He was in his boxers, which didn't hide his 9" beautiful uncut poz cock. I was sucking that baby as soon as I was in the door as I explored his perfect, dark complected, perfectly balanced, muscular Latino body. I didn't let that cock out of my mouth even when he had to shuffle to his couch. When he sat down, I just went wild deep throating that fucker. After about fifteen minutes of sucking, my jaws started to hurt, so I stood up and told him to fuck me.

Hector dropped my pants and turned me around. His tongue then dug deeply into my ass. I love that stud's tongue. He slobbered on my ass like it was candy, as I leaned on the coffee table, moaning like a bitch-in-heat. When he completed lubing my ass, he sat on an ottoman, spun me around and had me straddle his crotch. Without much ado he slammed his hips up and pulled my ass down to meet his large raw cock. I grunted in pain and tried to get off his cock, but Hector had a strong grip. He just started to pound me - no finesse there. I think my screaming turned him on even more. I saw stars as he tore up my ass. He kept asking me if I liked his cock up my bitch ass. I grunted every time he thrust his cock up. Eventually, the pain stopped, and I was just filled with this hot Latin cock, and I was flying high every time he shoved his cock in me and slammed my g-spot. He was chewing my tits and fucking my ass for almost half an hour. My ass was beyond sore and my spine was beyond ‘uncomfortable’ - I will probably need both proctologic and orthopedic work.

Then he changed his rhythm and he began a more regular pattern. While still intense, at least I knew he was moving to the finish line. After five minutes of intense fucking, he jammed in and held me down. I felt his cock shoot in my bruised ass, unloading a bucket of cum. He left his cock up my ass and we started to make out. Slowly, he pulled me off his cock. He winced when my asshole closed on his sensitive head. Hector scooted down until my ass was over his face, and started to eat me out, slurping his hot cum up. Just my kind of pig. Fuck I love his technique! After he cleaned out my ass, he got up and made me clean off his cock. I love the taste of my ass and his cum. I was still hard because I hadn't cum yet. I was saving it for later.

We cleaned up and went to grab a bite to eat. As his cum dripped out of my hole I told him what I had in mind. Since it was Memorial Day and Fleet Week, I suggested we should find some vacationer or some Navy guy and fuck with him. He was interested and asked exactly what I had in mind. I told him we should find some guy and inject him with a few loads of poz cum. I could see him thinking, so I reached under the table and grabbed his cock. Wouldn't you know it, it was rock hard. I told him I knew he liked doing that, because the first time he fucked me raw, he was really turned on when I told him to plant that charged load in me. I was stroking him as I said that. He was real hard. C'mon, I said, let's do it. He finally agreed, so we went out onto the pier to go hunting. We spent the early afternoon walking up and down the piers and along Christopher Street. There was so much action going on, gorgeous men milling about, many nearly naked. We received many smiles and engaged in some chit chat, but no one really seemed dopey enough to let us get him.

Finally, we decided to head into the porn shop on Christopher. We pretended to be a couple looking for a third for fun. It just seemed natural, and in a sense, we were. There were a large number of guys in the shop, but most were trolls looking for a quickie. We headed back into the booths, and that's when we saw him. He was just perfect. He looked like he was about 20 or so - definitely a college jock. He was a bit shorter than am I, which made him about 5'7", packed with big shoulders and pecs, and great legs. Beneath his white t-shirt, I could see he was smooth and tight, with big brown, perky nipples. He was wearing a baseball cap and khaki shorts with sandals. The boy was just screaming, ‘College’ and ‘Out-of-Town’ and ‘Dumb Jock’. Hector saw him first, and gave me a subtle gesture to check the jock out. It was an easy decision. Now to snare him.

We walked around a bit, keeping our eyes on him. Eventually, Hector walked by him, and slightly jostled him. He looked up and Hector mumbled an apology and smiled a killer smile. The guy was nervous, and mumbled something and moved away. After a bit of cat-and-mouse maneuvering and a few furtive glances, he started smiling openly at Hector, at which point Hector made his move and began to chat with him. When the jock gave me a careful ‘once-over’, I figured it was time, so I smiled, walked over and introduced myself as Hector’s boyfriend. He in turn introduced himself as Tim. Turns out he was born and raised in upstate Pennsylvania (Altoona, I think), and currently matriculated at Pitt, but attending a summer program in international studies at NYU. He had just settled into his dorm (which, he added, he didn't share with anyone), and was roaming around the city looking to fuck around. Well, he had certainly come to the perfect place, I thought. I asked him if he was familiar with the City and he replied he had only visited New York on his high school senior trip, and that aside from Pittsburgh and occasionally Philadelphia, he did not get around much.

I told him I also go to NYU, and that it was a great school, and a lot of fun. I told him I would be happy to tell him all about some of the things to do and stuff. We made some small chat and eventually Hector said that we were just heading to get some coffee, and asked Tim if he would like to join us. Agreeing, Tim accompanied us to a local coffee shop just up the street, grabbing a booth in the rear of the shop. The boy was gorgeous. He was a wrestler in high school, and his body still showed the work. Tim had short buzzed blond hair, and the most stunning blue eyes. And dimples. Man, do I love those dimples.

We sat around for about an hour, Hector doing most of the talking, making stuff up about us. The story was we had been together for about four years and were looking to spice-up our sex life. W had been thinking about finding another person for a threesome. Meanwhile, Hector held my hand all the time he was talking. (If I didn't know he was so evil, I'd be in love.) Tim seemed to be intrigued by the story, or at least he was lost in Hector’s charm (which, frankly, I could fully understand - Hector is stunningly attractive, and my experience has been that most men are happy to accept an invitation from him). And so, when Hector looked deeply into Tim's eyes, and asked he would like to play with us, Tim's face turned fifty shades of red. Boy, was this stud an innocent! Guess we aren’t in Kansas anymore, Toto! It took Hector about two minutes of sweet talk to convince Tim to be our third. I sat there quietly, stroking Hector’s hand, and smiled demurely. Of course what I was thinking was a bit less than demure.

We headed out the door, and Hector asked if Tim would rather play in Brooklyn at Hector's place, or at the dorm. Tim opted for the later as it was at most a fifteen-minute walk. When we passed through the park, Hector asked Tim if he smoked, and upon receiving a ‘sure’, Hector bought some weed. Arriving at the dorm, Tim took us up to his room, which was rather modest, tucked away at the end of the hall in his building right off Washington Square Park. We sat around, Hector and Tim on the small cot that NYU calls a bed, and I sat at his desk. Hector rolled up a joint and lit it, passing it around. We all took a hit. Hector put his hand on Tim's knee and started rubbing it. He induced Tim take a couple of hits and started to kiss him. I sat there watching. It was so hot to watch Hector make out with this kid. Soon, Hector had his tongue jammed way down Tim's throat. They broke apart so Hector could take another drag, making Tim also take a couple. I could see Tim's eyes start to cloud-up. I doubt he had smoked all that much before. Passing the joint to me, Hector grabbed Tim's face and started to kiss him deeply while his fingers tantalized all Tim’s sensitive zones. It’s good to play with an experience fucker like Hector.

I knew that Hector was quick, but the kid was naked in less than a minute, and Hector never stopped kissing him. I finished the joint, and was rock hard by the time I was undressed. Tim meantime was happy to undress Hector. Man, Tim's body was fantastic. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on his body. I have a swimmer's build, so I’m no slouch, but this boy was stacked. I dropped to my knees in front of him and grabbed his cock. It was about 7" long, cut and bright red. I latched myself onto his tits and began playing with them just as I had been wanting to since I saw them through his t-shirt. Meantime I stroked his cock and balls, doing my best to stimulate him. He moaned and massaged my scalp as he exchanged noisy, sloppy kisses with Hector. His tits popped out of my grasp when he bent his head down to suck Hector's beautiful, hard cock. I watched that brown piece of meat disappear inside the kid's mouth and almost creamed. He struggled to stretch his mouth to take Hector's dick. I looked up at Hector, and he smiled and groaned, and pushed Tim's head down hard. I heard the kid gag, and try to pull up, but Hector held him tight.

I went down on Tim, pleasuring his rigid, dripping cock while twisting his tits. I heard Hector let out a real groan and Tim gurgle as that cock slid further down. We sucked dick like that for about several minutes. I pulled off Tim's cock and got down to lick Hector's balls. The kid watched me suck those big juicy balls into my mouth while I watched him eat that cock. I licked up the shaft and started to lick his face. He pulled off and we started to make out. I pushed him onto the bed and straddled his waist as we made out. His body was so hot, and hard. It bulged everywhere. I felt him up, his arms, his chest, his legs, his crotch, and, with difficulty, his hole. Whew!

Hector lit another joint, and he passed it around. Tim and I took hits and made out in between. I was getting high, and by the looks of him, Tim was not far behind me. A great combination. Hector looked at me and smiled, bent down and alternated between pushing me down on Tim’s chest while rimming my hole and sucking Tim’s cock, which was, not surprisingly, nice and slick. I bent to kiss Tim when I felt Hector guide the kid's cock to my hole. Tim gasped a bit when I pushed back onto his cock. It was so fucking hot to be used by the guy - to know eventually he would blow his sperm in my ass. I started to ride that cock like crazy. You should have heard the boy. He kept mumbling, “oh god”, “oh shit”, “oh fuck” every time I slid back onto his cock. I turned around when I felt Tim shuffle under me, and saw Hector spread the boy's legs to tongue his ass. I suspect Tim had never experienced that as he went nuts, moaning and started to fuck me harder.

As my legs were killing me, I needed to change positions, so I pulled off. Tim looked up at me with sad beautiful eyes, desperate to continue. Instructing him to stand at the foot of the bed, I lay on my back and, positioning my legs on his shoulders, I pulled him on top of me for a kiss. He, of course, took the hint, and planted his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my ass. The guy was a quick learner. All I could do was moan back into his mouth. Tim hissed out loud, and I looked over his shoulder. Hector was fingering Tim's ass, talking dirty, telling Tim he had a nice tight ass, and how sweet it tasted, how it was gonna be stuffed full of Latin cock. Tim groaned and fucked harder and harder. I told him to take it easy, that he should not cum yet.

I saw Hector spit on his cock, and get behind Tim and pressed into his ass, which, of course, sent Tim's cock deeper into me. I moaned and clenched my ass, making Tim moan. Tim let out a yelp, Ah! Hector was in ecstasy. “Oh yeah,” he said “Shit, that feels nice.” Tim said, “Ah...take it easy, man. Fuck, it hurts. Shit, slow down. I haven't been fucked much.” “Don't worry, buddy” Hector replied “We're gonna take care of you - feel this, man.” Tim's hips suddenly jammed up hard against me, and Tim let out a loud scream. Hector looked over to me and smiled. Hector was a rough motherfucker. He loved to jam that Latin cock real hard. I know.

Quick as a fuck, Hector started to slam into Tim. Tim yelled out for him to stop, but his cock was hard up my ass. The poor boy was pinned between us. I humped back onto his cock, and pulled his face down. The sweet kid had tears in his eyes. I fingered his chest and struggled to tongued him saying “Don't worry baby, it's okay”, “you’ll like this” and indeed I suspect Hector began to hit Tim’s prostate because Tim got into the groove, and started to fuck me, fucking himself back onto Hector's cock. Cries of discomfort morphed into groans of pleasure. “Yeah boy, fuck yourself on my hot cock. Fuck my buddy” Hector told Tim.

I pulled off Tim's cock and squirmed out from under him. I watched his face scrunch up in pain/pleasure as Hector really started to hammer at his ass. I scrambled up and offered my cock to Tim, who opened up and started to mouth my cock. I grabbed his head and jammed my 6" down his throat. His face got all red and teary as I bottomed-out in his mouth. Soon, I was just fucking his face as he held still while Hector fucked his ass. I looked over at Hector and nodded. He smiled at me and humped faster. He was moaning and cursing. I watched as he slammed in a few more times and held perfectly still, his mouth open, eyes closed. I could imagine that cock spilling its thick creamy dirty cum into that negative ass. I started to cum down Tim’s throat. He gagged a bit and tried to pull away, but I held him on my cock.

Hector shuddered a couple of time, and, pulling out of Tim’s ass, crouched down to felch his own sperm out of Tim’s ass. Tim was obviously lost in the moment as he licked my cock yet moaned in pleasure. I know the intense feeling of having Hector's thick tongue up my ass after it's a bit sore from his fucking. I pulled-out, bent down to kiss Tim, and savored my poz cum in the process. I managed to scoot down under him and get his cock up my ass again. He required no more encouragement. He just started to fuck. Within two minutes, he was grunting and moaning, and cumming up my ass. Tim collapsed on me, and we made out some more. Hector, sat next to us and watched, stroking his tumescent cock.

We cleaned up a bit, and Tim kept telling us how hot the experience was. We of course fed into his lust by truthfully telling him what a turn-on he was, and never completely letting him come down from the orgasmic plateau. Although we were lazing around naked for almost half an hour, Tim and Hector were still hard. I was pleased when Tim asked Hector if he wanted to cum again, and Hector naturally replied “sure do, man.” Tim went and started to suck on Hector's cock so I got behind Tim and started playing with his ass. I pulled Tim’s cheeks apart, and fingered the outside of the tender hole. Tim moaned, and his asshole quivered. Fuck was it a beautiful hole. His asslips were nice and puffy, and blushed. Hector really knows how to fuck. As I toyed with Tim’s hole, I noticed some red spots along the inside. I looked at Hector, and smiling, gave him a ‘thumbs-up’, pointing to Tim's ass. Hector returned my smile with a knowing smirk (that Tim, of course, could not see).

I could not resist (not that I tried) and ate out the hole, still tasting some of Hector's cum and Tim's ass juices. Delicious. I fingered it roughly, jabbing him with two fingers in an effort to get Tim open-up. Hector pulled Tim off his cock, and signaling Tim to straddle his waist, began to kiss him. As Tim straddled Hector, I, the ever helpful master of ceremonies, placed Hector’s cock up against Tim’s hole. I heard Tim groan as the cock disappeared up his chute. I watched as the hole opened wide, stretching to accommodate Hector’s cock. They started to fuck. I would spit on Hector's cock to get it shiny and slick. Hector started slamming up to the balls, and Tim would gasp. I played with Hector's hole and nuts when I got a better idea. Standing between Hector’s legs, I nudged my cock against Tim’s hole, and to my delight was able to get an inch or two of my cock to enter Tim’s asslips. It was an amazing sensation to ride Tim’s hole alongside Hector’s magnificent pole. I don’t know if Tim full appreciated what we doing to him - two cocks simultaneously penetrating his ass. Make that two poz cocks. Of course he didn’t know we were poz, and he may not have quite understood the pain in his ass was a function of being double-fucked. Whatever the case, Tim was certainly wrapped-up enjoying his ride. The second fuck lasted a long time, although truth be known, I didn’t stay in Tim’s hole very long. It was physically too difficult to coordinate, and I admit, there is enough of a voyeur in me to relish the sight of Hector reaming Tim.

We would not let Tim touch himself or cum, and that was making the poor kid crazier than anything. Soon, Hector started his slam fucking again, and unloaded another wad of poz cum. It leaked out over his balls every time he thrust into Tim. I was happy to lap up the excess cum while Hector kept prodding Tim. They were both exhausted, but Tim was still horny. We told him he couldn't cum - yet. We had some more plans for later and wanted him to join us. With pent-up sexual frustration he agreed, I presume on the promise of a future, mind-blowing orgasm. Maybe also he was crazy to be with gay guys who were so open. I know Pittsburgh has an active scene, but for some reason apparently Tim had not done much exploring. Perhaps he was afraid news would get back to Altoona. Who knows. In any event, we got his number, and told him not to jerk off or cum. Again he agreed. Saying we would telephone him around 6:00 P.M., Hector and I split.

We called Tim up later, and asked him if he jerked off yet. But he told us no, that he was saving it up for us. Good boy! Hector and I laughed when we heard him say that. But that was cool. We would have some serious fucking fun with him, play on words intended. We told him that we were going dancing or maybe to a sex club. He was all game. Meeting him at his dorm, he was decked out like an Abercrombie & Fitch jock-boy. Man, was he hot in his baggie cargo shorts and tight fitting t-shirt. He wore a worn out baseball cap and those surfer chokers. I almost creamed in my shorts when I saw him. He was ecstatic to see us, and gave each of us a long, lingering kiss (Hector's was a bit longer than mine, but I didn't mind). We went out and grabbed a quick bite, then went to the newly reopened Limelight. Boring. It was so sanitized it was not worth the admission price. After two hours, we left and Hector suggested we we go to a bath house in Queens. Tim was a bit hesitant at first, but Hector promised it would be okay, and that we'd look out for him. If Hector told Tim to jump off the bridge, Tim would. I think it's that evil, sexy grin that Hector has mastered. So we jumped on the subway and an hour or so later arrived at the bath house in Queens, a bit east of La Guardia. Oddly, I'd never been there, and was rather excited at the prospect of exploring the place.

The place was somewhat dark and sleazy. But it was exciting. Poor Tim, he looked so nervous and out of place. We got a room and quickly changed out of our clothes and into our towels. Hector smiled at Tim, and I saw Tim's whole body blush. Hector grabbed Tim's hand and we went out of the room. I realized, after a couple of minutes walking around, that Tim was one of only seven or eight guys who were white. Everyone else was either Latin or black. And did those black and Latin men cruise Tim. I think everyone wanted a piece of his lily-white ass. We wandered around a bit, and I saw some hot looking men with huge cocks that I wanted to ride. Hector led us to a lounge part of the club, and we sat down in the corner. Hector kept hold of Tim's hand and began making out with him. The kid immediately opened up to Hector's mouth, and they were busy tongue dueling.

This hot black guy came over and sat down with us, and watched Hector and Tim. I leaned over, and started licking his tits. This guy was generally huge, although his soft cock was average sized (for a black guy). His body was the immediate attraction. He must have been about 6' tall, with a wide expanse of pecs. Curling his arm around my head, he locked my mouth to his tit, which of course, I was happy to pleasure. After a minute or two he pulled me to my feet, turned me around and started tonguing my hole, snaking his tongue into deeply into my bowels. Fuck yeah. I’m flushed just recalling the experience. Tim turned and watched me get eaten out, so I smiled at him and nodded my pleasure. Hector grabbed Tim's neck and pulled him down to his crotch. Tim's cock poked through his towel as he sucked on Hector's dick.

The black guy eating me out stood up and, aiming his cock up with my hole, slowly pushed in. It is amazing he got in without lube. Guess he was a grower, not a shower, because it hurt like crazy. I was stretched out full. He began fucking me in silence as I prayed for my ass juices to lube me. Fortunately I was distracted by the scene of Hector, who was watching me get fucked, was getting blown by Tim. Pulling Tim off his knees, Hector pulled Tim up and onto his body, and while making out with Tim, Hector dislodged Tim's towel and began finger-fucking and massaging Tim’s asslips. Eventually of course Hector aligned his drooling cock against Tim’s hole, and I had the pleasure of watching that perfect little ass open up to Hector's cock. Tim groaned out loud, and I joined him as my fucker started long-dicking my ass. The black guy pulled out, turned me around and set me on my back on the bench, without ceremony shoving his cock back into my ass.

All I could do was watch that large black cock plunge in and out of me. I was in orbit from that cock. I grabbed the guy's face and pulled him close to me. In between panting and moaning, I asked him not to cum in me. "Why baby?" he asked me. I told him quietly, that this was Tim's first time barebacking, and that he was looking for as many loads tonight as possible. He looked over at Tim riding on Hector's cock and smiled. I pulled his head back down, and asked him if he was poz or neg. He said, neg. I said, that's cool, but Tim's also looking for the bug. Yeah, he said. I nodded and clenched my ass down. I watched his eyes flicker and roll back. He groaned and slammed into me hard and I felt his cock squirt shot after shot of his cum into my hole. I almost came feeling him swell up inside me.

After a minute, he recovered and bent down again. “Sorry” he said. I smiled, don't worry about it. He continued saying he could come again, and he also knew a couple of hot guys here tonight that wouldn't mind fucking a nice white ass and giving up some of their seed. I squeezed down on his dick again and he groaned. He kissed me and pulled out, unleashing a stream of cum from my ass. He and his slimy hard-on disappeared through the doorway. I heard Tim gasp out loud and looked over. Hector was starting to deep dick, and he held Tim down by his tits. I went over and pulled Tim's head back and kissed him deeply, trying to taste Hector's cock. Hector grunted and held Tim down, and I know he must've shot another creamy load into him. Hector pushed me aside, and frenched Tim hard.

Someone tapped my shoulder, and I turned around. The black guy (whose name I found out later was Terry) came back with two other guys. Another black guy, Jason (an ugly mug and average, beefy body, but an insanely thick 10" cock) and Jesus (the irony), a bearded Latino with a nice 7" uncut cock. Terry whispered to me that both of his buds were poz, and would love to unload into Tim's hole. I gestured to Hector and nodded. He slid his dick out of Tim's ass, but continued to hold Tim down. I watched as Tim's hole remained open and cum started oozing out. Jesus pushed his way through and got down there in a flash, sucking on Hector's cock and cleaning out Tim's ass. Not surprisingly, Tim moaned and gyrated as Jesus' tongue scoured out his ass. Handing Hector a popper, he inhaled, and then held it under Tim’s nostrils and told him to sniff. Tim took three deep hits. Standing up, Jesus also took a hit, and taking aim, sank his cock straight into Tim’s puffy asshole.

Meanwhile, I pushed Terry back onto the bench, and straddled him, facing the infection scene between Tim and Jesus. I pleasured myself on Terry's cock, and he fingered my tits, watching with me. Jason, meanwhile, was stroking his cock watching Jesus' ass pumping Tim. I leaned over and did my best to excite his large dickhead with my tongue, getting him ready to seed the kid. It pays to be flexible.

Jesus pumped for about 15 minutes (which is amazing since he was sliding in and out on Hector's load) and began moaning and cursing. Tim turned around and saw me fucking myself on Terry's cock. I don’t know what the guy was thinking, but he tried to pull off of Jesus. Not to fear, both Jesus and Hector held him down. I heard him say “no” before Hector cut him off with a kiss. “It's okay baby”, Hector said, “this is fun. Don't worry, you like getting your ass used…yeah, you like getting fucked up the ass don't you? Yeah, feel his hard cock in your ass? He's gonna share his load with you. You want that don't you, baby, huh? You want him to cum in your ass? C'mon, do it for me. Do it for Hector.” That was apparently sufficient motivation because Tim started bouncing on Jesus' cock for all he was worth.

“Yeah, baby. That's right. Fuck yourself on that cock. Make that cock shoot”, Hector hissed. “Take his dirty cum, you little slut.” Tim was moaning out loud while Jesus slammed into him as deeply as he could and held still, groaning. I could only imagine the load he pumped into Tim’s hole. Jason pulled Jesus out of Tim and slipped right in from the rear. He pumped like a fucking rabbit. After a quick two or three minutes, he moaned and unloaded up that ass. Tim was frantic. I think he was torn between loving it and being scared, but Hector smooth talked him through the whole thing. Hector slipped under Tim, plugging up that leaky hole after Jason pulled out.

A few new guys gathered around watching the fucking. I saw one white guy with a nice big dick walk up and stroke it in front of Hector. Hector looked at Tim and kissed him, saying “one more baby?” He slipped his hand and gave Tim's cock a few quick jerks and Tim nodded. Terry whispered in my ear that the white guy was also poz. The white guy came up between Hector’s legs, and just as I had done, slid into Tim’s ass. Tim moaned and cried out as he was double-fucked. Twice in one day. Hector continued talking into Tim's ear and jerking his cock as he and the white guy fucked Tim’s hole.

They enjoyed Tim’s ass for the better part of ten minutes when Hector started encouraging the white guy to breed Tim, saying “You ready man” The guy nodded. “Then shoot your fucking load into my little whore. Give it to him. Charge him up.” Whereupon, with a loud grunt, Hector shot with the white guy there within two more strokes. I watched as slime dripped out of the used and abused hole. Tim started moaning real loud and I watched as Hector's arm moved up and down. Tim let out a loud scream when he came. Ribbons and ribbons of white cum landed on Hector's chest. I counted eight big shots of thick cum.

Terry, meanwhile, gripped my hips and slammed into me a couple of times and, when I felt him shoot up my ass, I unloaded a huge load onto my hand. Some old geezer quickly dropped to his knees and slurped up my cock and hand, cleaning out my load. We rested a bit (I got Terry's number) and headed out to clean up, change and split. It was about 2 a.m.

Ever solicitous, Hector asked Tim was. “Great! My ass is a little sore though.” “Don't worry”, Hector told him, “you'll be fine”. We headed out to the train station. The streets were empty. Hector pulled a soda from his bag and some pills. He handed some to Tim. “What're these for?” Tim asked. “It's medicine. You should take them as soon as possible”, Hector told him. What do you mean? Tim asked. “They're HIV drugs” was Hector’s reply. “I don't have AIDS.” “Yes you do, buddy,” Hector said, slapping Tim’s ass - “We just gave it to you.”

I am enjoying using my newly charged cock on as much raw hole as I can get my dick into. I really get off on pumping a dude's ass with my cock and filling him up with my super charged load. I use to be more of a bottom, but now I find myself being more of a top ‘cuz it's so hot to bareback a nice hot hole and fill it up with a major wad of my cum. I’ve mostly picked-up dudes online, in cruisy johns, bookstores, and more recently discovered the baths. I'm amazed at the number of men who can't seem to get my raw dick up their asses quickly enough... rarely asking any questions. In the past few weeks, I have deposited my wad in seven different dudes (three at the baths, two in a booth at a bookstore, and two I met on-line)... and yes, I took a few loads myself at the baths in between.

One of the dudes I met online was waiting for me in his tight boy briefs when I got to his place. As soon as he let me in, he got down on his knees right in the living room and started sucking my cock. The dude was pretty hot, a 22 year old "college boy." He had a nice package bulging out of his Calvin's, but I had met him thru my "total top" profile, so I didn't try to change the scene... and was getting off on the thought of my jizz dripping from his freshly used fuck hole as I drove off to class soon enough. After he got me nice and boned, I followed him into his bedroom where he got on his hands and knees on his bed and took a little lube and rubbed it on his fuck hole. I pulled my cock back out of my sweats and stuck my raw dick head in his ass. I noticed the dude had a pack of condoms on his nightstand, but when I stuck my raw dick head in his ass, he just moaned, so I just started plowing his hot tight ass. Had the dude said something, I probably would have rubberized my tool for him (he was hot enough to fuck even with a rubber), but since he didn't, and as his raw hole was a way hot fuck, I didn't feel the need to say anymore about it then he was (as in nothing).

As I was just looking for a quick fuck on my way to class, it wasn't long before my jizz was working its way out of my balls and into his ass. As I was getting close, he was saying, "Dude, spray it on me man!" and "shoot all over me!". As I was totally holding back my wad, I quickly shot most of my load in his ass and then pulled it out for the final drops... there wasn't much left by the time I pulled it out, but I kept stroking it as if I was still cumming so he could beat his meat off and I could get on my way. The dude shot his load all over himself and just fell back and laid there.

As I was pulling my sweats up, he started getting friendly with me (asking personal questions like where I go to school, where I live, etc.) but I just tucked my dick back into my sweats and said, "Dude, I'm late for class, catch ya' next time." He looked a little hurt by my hurry to get out, but the dude should have known he was nothing but a convenient quick fuck for me based on our emails and online chat. Later, during class, I kept thinking of my power juice deep in that guy’s fuck hole and got so horny that I jerked off again when I got home a few hours later.

I don't know what it is about guys getting seeded and pozzed, but it gives me an incredible hard-on where I just gotta fuck! Here is my story.

I’ve been poz for about a few years now. I got pozzed when I was 19. I don't know the guy who did it because apparently a couple of poz guys fucked me, and who knows who’s cum actually converted me. I went out with a friend of mine, Mike, to celebrate my birthday, and boys being boys, we did a lot of drinking and not surprisingly, sex was a topic of conversation, so eventually Mike and I went to a sex club. I was so trashed that I don't really remember what happened. All I know is that I had a lot of sex that night. We both did. I got real sick a few months afterwards, and when I went for a checkup, I found out I was poz. Almost at the same time Mike also tested poz. We both freaked out and stuff. You know. Even so, life goes on, and a year or so later Mike and I were at another party and we met a group of four guys who were friends and they greeted us enthusiastically. In chatting with them I learned what happened at the sex club. It turns out the group of guys, Greg, Mike, Dan and Scott, had fucked us, and they remembered us because we were the only two Asian boys there (not an unusual occurrence at that sex club)

They told me the following tale is pretty much what went down. Apparently Mike and I were pretty trashed when we arrived at the club, and it was obvious. I guess I’m a total slut when I’m drunk, because I was cruising like crazy. One of the poz guys, Greg, who is really into Asian guys, came onto me, and took me into a corner where we made out as he felt me up. His three buddies accompanied us and, along with Dave, a regular orgy ensued. I went down on my knees and began to blow Greg (I subsequently learned his cock is about seven inches and thick) and then, drawing me to my feet, he had me turn around, whereupon he ate my hole. I love only one thing more than being rimmed and that’s getting dicked, so I tend to believe I asked Greg to slip me his cock. He said I never asked about a condom, so he did me bare. His other friends knew he was poz, and told him to continue to fuck me, and not to pull out.

As this was happening to me, Scott, who is negative, was fucking Mike was being fucked by Scott, who is neg. Mike and I started making out while we were getting banged. Greg shot his load in me and was promptly replaced by Joe, another poz guy, who apparently fucked me real hard - they tell me I was moaning, and not entirely in pleasure. I found out later that Joe had a nine-inch thick cock with a PA. He didn't take it off, and intentionally forced his dick into me to tear me up a little. His ring would scrape the lining of me ass and when he shot his load, it would be more likely to poz me.

Dan, the fourth guy, fucked Mike after Scott was done. Apparently then there was a trade-off of sorts: Greg and Joe fucked and pozzed Mike while Dan fucked me. It’s unclear to me if Scott ever fucked me that night. So, at a minimum I was fucked by three guys, two of whom were poz, and Mike was fucked by four guys, again two of whom were poz. How lucky can a guy get? Eventually they sent us home in a cab. So that's how Mike and I got pozzed.

Oh, yes, the six of us are regular fuck buddies. And of course I’ve seeded a few guys since then, mostly at bath houses and sex clubs, but I’ll tell you those tales another time.

Asianboy

I'd like to tell you a little story. It's about something we've all heard of and many fear. It's about HIV. It is about what happened when I was infected with the virus. Oh, perhaps that was a little to abrupt for you... that blunt, prompt disclosure of my status. You know, some people expect ‘kid gloves’ when it comes to this whole topic. If you are one of them, this story is definitely NOT for you. It would be best if you just moved on to something else right now. If, on the other hand, the first paragraph makes your dick hard, then you will really enjoy this story. Still with me? If so, don't let it be said that I didn't warn you....

My lover and I met about a year after I divorced my wife. It's funny how my lover and I met - it was through an on-line advertisement in which he said he was "selling his wares." I wasn't looking for the full meal deal. Although I'd just been promoted to a new position and wanted to treat myself, I wasn't into paying for sex. I just wanted a massage. Now I bet you're saying to yourself, "He married a call boy?" Well, we didn't start off that way... engaged, I mean. That came much later (no pun intended). At the outset, I merely wanted to see him regularly as a person, not as a client. He eventually agreed once we'd established that I knew he was free to continue working, and I had no expectations other than to show him a good time rather than the other way around.

The early days were interesting to say the least. The boy was constantly on the go. Seeing people he knew as clients, as friends, as fuck buddies, etc. A very busy boy indeed. I was no prude by any means either. Even so, it wasn't too long into our relationship before we began having unsafe sex. Now don't jump to conclusions about the plot. Be patient. Newly out of the closet, I had never had unsafe sex. Sure lots of "straight" married men cruise the parks and bookstores and get off on the sleaziness of cumming into any hole that presents itself. I did get off on sleaziness, but I was never unsafe. Not even after I was divorced and began my life as a single gay man... until one particular night, that is.

The night came along when I had this sexy boy in my arms, and he just sat on my hard, bare dick. We had been seeing each other for a while, and our feelings for each other were already growing very strong. I just let it happen, and...well...if you're reading this, perhaps you can remember the first time you came in a man’s ass. If you can't, let me remind you how mind-blowingly incredible it is when it first happens... especially if you had never done it without a condom before. I would never again use a condom with him or anyone else. We both basked in the afterglow, and I could tell by the look on his face that this boy was happiest when there was cum swimming inside him. I still am not sure how often he'd been fucked unsafely since he'd broken up with his previous lover nine months prior, but I can say truly that he loved having MY cum flooding his guts!

Perhaps I was already in love, because it seems odd to me that I accepted my enjoyment of unsafe sex with him so quickly, notwithstanding I had been previously so careful. Notwithstanding he was still very promiscuous and I was hardly monogamous with him myself. It was a week or so later that I contracted genital herpes. Knowing was wrong I went to see my doctor. He gave me the diagnosis, and interestingly enough, my thought was not that I might have gotten herpes from the boy, but that I might give it to him. Well sure, I considered briefly that it might have come from him, but herpes is easily transmitted orally or anally. I started taking the medication, and I told the boy the whole story. He handled it very well. I guess he had understood the risks, after all, he was working as an escort. He was checked out by his doctor, and received a clean bill of health. Both our doctors suggested that we take HIV tests, so we did. We shared a couple of wonderful hours in intimate conversation about what would happen if either one of our tests came back positive. He seemed concerned about his results, but not afraid. He knew how promiscuous he'd been.

He knew that increased the odds. I was having night sweats at the time, so I was downright nervous... and lonely. His fearlessness bolstered me, and I was grateful to have him there to talk with. I knew we were falling in love as we talked so honestly and directly about what most people would consider the hardest things to share. Confronting death and disease is not exactly a topic usually tackled in that early infatuation stage of a relationship, but we were sensitive to each other and shared our feelings with ease. The next weekend we were due to go to Palm Springs together for the weekend. As it happened, I got my results the day that we left. His were not due until we got back.

I tested negative. I got out of the doctor's office and cried. To this day, I'm not sure why. Mostly relief I guess, but things change. Today, I feel much differently, but that is due mostly to the Love of my life and what we share. Oops, I'm getting ahead of myself. Sorry. Anyway, by the time we landed in Palm Springs, two things had transpired. First, I was almost completely over the herpes. I had been taking the medication, and things had cleared up. I didn’t think there was much possibility of infecting him at that point. That was good, (and possibly irrelevant) because second, I was frantically horny to fuck the boy and cum up his ass. Turned out we couldn’t even wait to fuck in our room! When we got to the bed and breakfast where we were staying, (it was one of those ‘clothing optional’ facilities) we went skinny-dipping immediately after dropping off our luggage. As this sexy boy floated in my arms, I had one thing particularly in mind, and we did it right there in the pool. DAMN, that was hot. I'll never forget it. We enjoyed a wonderful weekend together full of laughter, love and really REALLY hot sex! The next week after we had returned home that we began to talk about the things we found the most erotic about the time we had shared in Palm Springs. For both of us, that first time in the pool was one of the highlights. He was starting to tell me about how much he liked that for two reasons. The first was that other couple that was in the hot tub across the pool watching me fuck him in the water.

Oh, did I forget to mention that part? Please forgive me. Details.

The other part we both found so erotic became something that would change our lives forever. For him, it was that there was no guarantee that I wasn't giving him herpes. For me, it was that for all I knew he could be HIV positive (his results weren't in yet, remember?) and that I could be infected by fucking him.

How did we just start talking about the possibility being infected by the other and that it was a turn-on for both of us to fantasize about? I can only blame it on destiny. We were fated to share those fantasies and more. He was reluctant to just come out and say it, but I had guessed. I also had some of the same fantasies about him, so I took the risk of just putting it out on the table to discuss. We were both blown away by how special it was to tell each other about it, and I hung up the phone and cabbed it over there to fuck him and eat the cum from his ass. As a consequence of talking about our fantasies related to infections, cupidity had consumed us, and we simply had to be together in love and lust for one another.

That night we made a pact. If one of us ever tested HIV positive, he would pump his cum into the other and knowingly, lovingly share the virus with him. We both knew if one of us became infected, the other would crave to share it. We promised not to deny each other that privilege. I would dream of doing just that for many nights after... of fucking him and infecting him... knowing that he craved it, wanting and needing me to give it to him.

As time went by, we acknowledged that we were deeply in love. Ours has always been a special relationship that allows sexual freedom and trust for our love of each other, but we always came together to share our adventures with one another. Our lives became entwined, but we each held a valuable individuality that most partners lack. We eventually moved in together when I bought a condo. Life was especially carefree then, not that things aren't wonderful today as well. We continued to make glorious love to each other, and we had separate adventures too. Not as many as in the early days (his escort work had dwindled significantly by this time), but we still enjoyed that freedom occasionally when he or I traveled alone. It was surely on one of those independent sexual adventures that I was infected with HIV. I always tested rather frequently (every 3-4 months) not because I was particularly worried about being infected. My heart's love had taken that fear from me. I just wanted to be sure to know ASAP if I did get infected, so I could consult the doctor for early infection maintenance treatment... and also so I could tell the love of my life as soon as I knew.

One early morning just before dawn, I woke up in night sweats and was tested that same day. I was diagnosed HIV positive. I had sero-converted. It was a struggle to hide my smile when the counselor was giving me the results and the accompanying spiel. I was not sad or angry. Mostly I was just excited. My sexy boy tested the same day as I. I encouraged him not to, for fear of a disappointing result, but he was adamant in making sure that he was still negative. Due to our pact, and the fantasies we had only dreamt about, he just wanted to be sure. He wasn't disappointed. He tested negative. And I was newly positive. If I came in my lover's ass even one more time, I could infect him with the virus as well. He knew it, and he was craving it just as he knew he would. I couldn't wait to keep the promise I'd made. It was a Thursday afternoon when I learned I was infected. I can hardly express in words how much I wanted to be home with him. I had called him from the car on the way back to the office after I got my results. We both cried with love for each other. I will never forget it.

I knew he eagerly awaited me to begin our lovemaking that night, and the thought of it had me the horniest I've ever been in my life! I was rock hard with an erection that could have cut glass! I ached to cum, but I knew I had to save it. I could not believe how lustful I felt knowing that I was carrying the virus and would soon pass it to my lover. Knowing that he wanted it gave me such an erotic high, I could barely function for the rest of the day. I couldn't wait to get home to give him this gift I was now carrying within me.

I was leaking pre-cum all afternoon, and I took every opportunity to taste it with the knowledge that the virus was present in that salty, slippery fluid. With each taste, I knew my love would relish it on his tongue and lubing his tight hole. When I arrived home that night, I was greeted with passionate kisses, the tightest of hugs and a beautiful candlelit dinner. We were truly preparing to celebrate our love and an all-encompassing sharing, with all the potential results. The gift I had to share with him was motivating us both that night in the most powerful, magnetic way. I just can't express it adequately with words. We dined and talked, and we prolonged the anticipation of culminating our infection fantasies with an intimate conversation about how our lives had changed forever in one day. Even so, we were so high with lust that the conversation became intensely erotic as we discussed what we were about to do one last time.

"I want your ass cleaned out, so nothing will prevent my cum from soaking into you all night long."

?"My hole has been twitching since you called this afternoon. I am aching for you to fill it with your infected cum." "I can't wait to infect you. I've been thinking of nothing else ever since I found out I have the virus inside me. I want to share it with you and make you HIV positive as well." "You are my poz-lover. I will take your infected cum inside me for the rest of our days, and can't want it anymore than I do right this moment. I crave to be infected the same as you. Please infect me with your disease."

I had taken the next day off, and he, of course, had not scheduled any clients. We undressed each other with all the restraint we could muster, and we spent the next 80 hrs or so in bed, in the living room, kitchen, bathroom, garage... just about everywhere... and we were making love the entire time. I fucked him mostly, as many as four times in one day. In between, he fucked me or sucked me dry, or I ate the cum dripping from his ass (despite his best efforts to hold it in all day), or I sucked him off. Although he didn't get his first HIV positive test results for three more months, I know I infected him that night. I knew I was doing so with every drop of my cum that he took.

That weekend was over 6 years ago, and we make love even to this day with the special knowledge of how we shared this disease, making each sexual experience especially more erotic. We have occasionally invited other HIV infected guys over for unsafe play, trading cum with each of them and relishing every drop. Do you believe in cross-strain HIV infection? We both do, and it gave us special erotic pleasure to imagine that the infected loads we took from other poz guys enabled us to re-infect each other several times over. I have not yet had any outward AIDS related complications. My love was hospitalized once when he came down with pneumonia, but he has been quite healthy ever since. I doubt he'll ever quit smoking for good though. Ah well, considering what we've shared, I'd feel silly denying him a small vice like that if it gives him pleasure.

So we go on together through life, more in love than ever, treasuring each day together and each night, sharing what we have with each other... and with others as well. But those are separate stories for another time. To give you the splendid details of that first entire weekend when I infected my lover would take forever. There were too many wonderful feelings shared that I would do it injustice to attempt to relate it in its entirety, but I can’t leave you without describing the first time I fucked my lover's ass after I knew for sure I was infected. Here is what happened.

He took my hand and led me from the dining room to our bedroom. There was some soft new age music on the CD player, and the glow from the dozen or so tapers he had lit were casting a warm, sultry light that made his eyes dark and inviting. We had both been in a state of unbridled arousal all afternoon, and the anticipation I had reveled in was too much for me to bear for even a moment longer. Still, we undressed each other slowly. I could have been imagining it, but I believe as my lover boy looked over my naked body, glistening with sweat, flushed with excitement, he looked on me with a lust I had never quite seen before. He knew what I had for him, and he wanted it more than anything he had ever wanted in the years we had known each other. He had a look of hunger. He looked ravenous. I could almost suspect he would have eaten me alive if I hadn't known exactly what he really wanted. He knew I contained something within my body that he craved as well, and I was going to give it him. If he could have acquired it by physically ingesting my flesh, he probably would have, but there was a better way and we were about to get down to it.

As my gaze wandered over his smooth body, admiring his slim boyish build, his rippled abs, and that tight, round butt of his, (DAMN, I love his ass), I looked on him in a way I had generally seen him: as a healthy young man. He was clean, healthy, disease-free, HIV negative. I knew I had the power, the obligation and the privilege to change that. After that night, he would never be completely healthy again. I was going to take that from him, and yet that power gave me a rush such as I had never known. Of course, he was willingly giving his body to me knowing full well what would happen. He knew I could infect him, and he wanted it. He wanted to share it all with me.

Our heads were swimming with these thoughts, as we took one last moment to look on each other's bodies. They brought on the elevation of an erotic ecstasy neither of us had ever really known, as we perceived each other as different (one HIV positive, the other negative) for the last time. After tonight though, what I had, he would have. We lay together kissing, our erections leaking pre-cum all over each other. Our breathing was ragged, and the heat we felt radiating from each other's bodies could have been fever, but it was a lust that, combined with our love, created a power of attraction that was unearthly and overwhelming.

My Love pivoted beneath me on the bed, so we were in a 69 position. As he lapped at my hard dick with his tongue, he got the first taste of my HIV positive pre-cum. He moaned lustily, and with each drop he tasted, his hard dick pulsed so I thought he might cum without touching himself. Somehow, he held off. Somehow, I did too. His pre-cum was dripping onto my chest, mingling with the sweat caught in my chest hair, as I buried my face between his butt cheeks. He was quite smooth there, since he shaved regularly. Again he moaned as my neatly trimmed goatee brushed his crack and my tongue swirled around, in, and out of his puckering hole. Considering the innumerable clients he's entertained, the fuck buddies he's done, and the regular poundings I'd given his ass over the years, his is still the hottest hole I've ever fucked. He has never gotten ‘loose’ the way some guys joke. After a bit, but before I came, we rested for a bit, his asslips tightly milked my softening dick as I pulled out.

For round two, after I ate his hole and I had prepped him with my spit, he straddled my crotch in a sitting position as I lay down on my back. One of his special talents is the way he teases my hard cock with the crack of his ass, just barely catching the tip of my dick with the outer ring of his hole, sliding my spit-lubed cock up and down his spit-lubed ass. I could not stand it any longer, so I reached down and steadied his hips while I nestled the tip of my now stiff, drooling cock at the entrance of his hot ass with my other hand. Looking up at the blissful look in his eyes, I sat up and leaned forward, intending to kiss him, but instead, before I knew what was happening, he was beneath me, his legs around my torso, the head of my dick still poised to enter him. Kissing him long and passionately, I whispered in his ear, "Are you ready? Last chance."

He merely replied, "I love you. I'll never be happy again if you don't share with me the virus that infects your body. Please give it to me." With that, I pushed forward, and the entire length of my hard and dripping cock sunk into him as I counted to five in my head. There was no resistance, and we both looked down between our bodies to watch the space between us slip away. In that moment, we were one again. I fucked him slowly first, tenderly. I had to or I would have cum too quickly. I had to make it last to do this properly. As much as I was enjoying this lovemaking more than any I ever had, I still had a job to do. As I got myself under control after first entering him, I picked up the pace. In about ten minutes, I was literally slamming into his body. He accepted each thrust like a trooper, grunting, even crying out in earnest on occasion. I knew it was becoming painful for him, and that turned me on I have to admit. It was necessary to abuse his hole to complete my task, and the goal itself added more to my ecstasy than I'd have thought possible.

I was in the rhythm where I pull out slowly, pause, and ram it in deeply in as single, invasive thrust. I sat up somewhat, and watched my cock drive into him again... and again. It was when I saw a pinkish tint in the glistening wetness that I knew it was time to give him my dirty seed. The friction of our lovemaking had now caused him to bleed a tiny bit. The abrasion of my thrusting had created the opening that would give the virus within me a way to enter unhindered into his blood stream. It was time to take the final step.

I looked up, and he knew from my smile what I had seen and what it meant. I could feel our hearts thrill together in anticipation of the final act that would bond us forever. I leaned over and kissed him as our love soared and carried us away. I fucked him in a moderate steady rhythm as I released the tight control that had held me from orgasm. It felt as though it had been a hundred years at least since I had learned of my test results that afternoon, and now the wait was over as my orgasm built within me.

I wish I could tell you how it felt, that orgasm. I can only describe it in the sense that the physical and emotional sensations transcended anything I have ever felt before or since. The room, the bed, our entire lives before that moment all melted away in a wash of candlelight and sweeping music as I drove my orgasm into my lover, my HIV infected cum flooding his insides. I had only to grab hold of his swollen cock and hold it tightly to see his own cum fly up to land on my face and chest. The first long spurts caught me across the bridge of my nose and just below my right eye. His cum dripped down onto my tongue as I panted, my dirty seed emptying into my lover boy's hot ass. I had done it. As he willingly gave his life to me, I had infected him with the deadly HIV virus that pumped with my blood through my veins. Now his blood and his cum would carry it too. We collapsed together, my cock still buried within him, crying with joy and relief and love. I don't know how long we lay there together, but gradually we returned to our bodies. It was the happiest most fulfilling time of our lives.

Eventually though, another hunger took over and we decided to return to the dining room for dessert. He reached over to hand me the butt plug, and I carefully pulled out of him and inserted it, making sure not a drop of my cum was wasted. We lovingly fed each other chocolates and fresh berries and whipped cream, smiling and glowing with the knowledge that as the minutes passed, my cum was doing its work within him.

I would fuck him again that night and several more times over the course of that weekend. I waited for him to take care of his morning bowel movement before resuming the next morning, since I didn't want anything getting between my infected cum and his body. Neither of us have ever had even the most fleeting sense of regret over our decision to share my infection. It was and will always be the most erotic experience of our lives. I still get hard and usually jack off if I find myself thinking of that time when I'm alone. Here's hoping you did the same thing as you read my account of it.

I have the same sense, Slut4anyload. The second version fills-in many details the first version lacks. I also agree the story is a classic in the genre. I'm glad I ran into the second version.

Here's another version of this story.

It's been just a little over two years now since I got the letter that changed my life. Like any other day I came home from work and checked the mail. There was a handsomely handwritten envelope on a rich heavy paper. I opened all the other mail first wanting to save what I hoped was the best for last. I was correct. Inside was an invitation to a weekend party in a very upscale suburban neighborhood. It was from Tom, a man I had spoken with several times at the bars and the baths. Tom had an easy-going way about him that somehow encouraged me to open up to him. Although we’d never gotten around to fucking, I found myself discussing things with him that I'd hardly even let myself think about let alone voice to another person. Tom got me to admit I wanted to be infected with HIV. Tom told me at our first meeting he had AIDS. I would never have guessed it from looking at him. He was a well-built guy, about 190 pounds, moderately hairy with a nice salt and pepper beard and bush. Sort of looked like Richard Locke from some of those old Joe Gage films. Seeing him out at the baths fucking and getting fucked made me want him and in a strange way, want to be like him. I frequently found myself wondering what it would be like to be fucked by him; or to be poz and giving my load to another guy with or without his knowledge. I dismissed these thoughts usually but sometimes they were my hottest j/o fantasies.

So now I had an invitation for a weekend party at his place. The invitation said there was a carefully selected group of "…positively-minded hot men." A nice play on words, I thought. The letter also emphasized, "…uninhibited RAW sex." I certainly could not misunderstand that! This was going to be an unsafe fuck-party hosted by a man with AIDS. Pretty fuckin' ballsy of him - and hot! To my pleasure I registered my dick was tumescent. There was no doubt in my mind about accepting as there was no way in hell I'd turn the invitation down. A weekend in a luxurious house, all the booze and party favors we would want and a whole group of horny uninhibited studs into bareback sex - FUCK YEAH, I was going! The invitation requested a response, so, heart-in-mouth, and doubtless skipping an occasional beat, I called and thanked Tom, thanking him for the invitation, and telling I would attend.

The party was scheduled for a month from the date of the invitation. By chance the weekend coincided with my boyfriend’s 10th high school reunion in Erie, Pennsylvania, so I would be free the entire weekend. I mentioned to him I would likely crash with friends that weekend. He didn’t ask for any details of my plans, nor did I offer any. He was used to my slutty ways, and I of his. Hell - we’d met in an orgy at the bath house in Washington, and post-coital, learning we were both Philadelphians, we gradually grew closer and closer to each other, about a year after that orgy moving in together, sharing our lives and occasional sex partners. We have a really open relationship, frequently teasing each other about who was the bigger slut and who'd get a nasty disease first.

Over the course of the intervening month it seemed like time had slowed to a crawl. I found myself constantly thinking of the upcoming party, and I fantasized about it, scarcely daring to hope that my twisted fantasies would be satisfied. Of course part of the time I told myself that I was just letting my over-active imagination run wild, but at other times I was convinced this was going to be exactly the perverted event I'd been dreaming about.

The party was to commence at 8:30 on a Friday night, running through noon on Sunday. The invitation had indicated that clothes would be checked upon arrival so I didn't have to bother about what I was going to wear. I'm decent looking, in good shape, working out 3 -4 times a week at the gym and I eat well. Judging from what I saw at the baths and bars, Tom seemed to like guys of my type, so I figured the others would be a pleasant eyeful.

I parked on the street and noticed numerous other cars also parked on the block - the sure sign of a party in the suburbs. Walking up to the door, I admired the handsome house. It was one of those beautifully balanced Edwardian houses that were built around 1910ish. The grounds were no less handsome. I steeled myself and rang the bell. It promptly opened and a handsome, olive-skinned man with a beautiful chest, narrow waist, muscled legs and perky nipples greeted me. A walking wet dream. I should think he was about my age, 26 at the time. He was dressed solely in white workout shorts that did little to cover his thick cock and heavy balls. "Come on in," he said. "I'm Mike, and you are ..?" looking at a column of names that filled the page. "Joey," I said. "Got it." He as crossed off my name from the list. He pointed to a door and said, "You can undress in here and I'll put your clothes away when you're done. Tom's got me assigned to door duty." "You've gotta earn you keep I guess," I said. Mike laughed.

I entered the bathroom off the entry hall and quickly slid out of my jeans, sneakers and polo shirt. The place was simple but obviously well appointed and expensive. I returned to the hall wearing my briefs and found Mike greeting a little doll of a boy who looked about 20-21 if that old. Mike introduced him to me as ‘Sam’. Taking my clothes he said, "Everyone else is naked. I'm just wearing these since I'm answering the door - just in case some stray shows up." He held out his hand waiting for me to get out of my underwear. Sam stood by openly waiting to see me as I stripped. My dick was semi-hard with all the attention and to my relief both Mike and Sam seemed to admire my tool. Sam gave an appreciative whistle and said, "I gotta get a piece of that in me before this is over. Sure hope you're one of the ones." He went into the bathroom and began to undress, not closing the door as I had done. Mike winked and began to fold my clothes.

I was musing about Sam’s phrase "one of the ones" when Mike suggested I join everyone else in the party room to the rear of the house. There was no trouble finding the action. The sound of the music and the voices and the sweet aroma of weed led me directly to them. Entering the room, I found fifteen or so men, all naked, sitting, standing, lying about, drinks in hand, talking and laughing. In a quick assessment of these guests, I saw that I had guessed correctly about Tom's taste and choice of guests. They were all rather good-looking men, but I had been wrong in that they were not all like me. There was a wide range of ages and types covered. One man might have been around 50, a true daddy type for sure. At the other end of the spectrum was a boy who looked like he might just be graduating high school. They were all, however, good-looking, sexy males. That was a common denominator. Someone handed me a drink, and another gave me a joint from the bowl on the coffee table. I mingled and began to meet my fellow revelers. I had noticed Sam, now naked, had also come in the room and was circulating - a regular social butterfly. As I mingled I saw a few more arrive, but I did not see Tom, our host. Even so, everyone was becoming reasonably well acquainted as we all composed our mental list of those with whom we wanted to have sex. I had had nothing to eat and the cocktail and the weed were rapidly taking effect on me, and I suspected the same thing was happening to the other men, although no one seemed to be actively engaging in sex yet, but I knew some catalyst would shortly break the ice.

About that time Tom appeared. Apparently, he had been waiting for the last guest, because I noticed that about the time Tom entered, Mike - now also entered, now fully naked. His full, uncut cock and low-hanging balls were calling to me. I suspect Mike was of Mediterranean ancestry. Italian? Maybe Spanish? Could it be Portuguese? Who knows. Whatever the case, he was a beauty. As Mike turned down the music, Tom called for quiet and made his welcomes. Mike moved through the crowd to stand fairly close to me, smiling a greeting. Tom addressed us a welcome, telling us how glad he was that we'd accepted his invitation. He stressed that we were a hand-picked group and that he felt like a good mix was essential to the success of any party, especially one of this scope. Then he changed tone subtly. It was as if he was reading a list of rules for the party, and they were essentially, what I expected.

"Try to engage in anal sex primarily, or at least make sure that when you cum it’s through anal sex. Switch positions - and I don't mean doggie style and missionary." Laughter floated across the room. "I mean don't always be the top or always the bottom. Change roles. Fuck as much as you get fucked. Try to change partners frequently, make sure to get your cum inside as many men as possible. Related to that, get as many different guy to cum in your ass as you’re able. In addition, follow the example of the military: don’t ask, don’t tell. Treat each load of cum it’s ‘the one’, so to speak. And the number one most important stipulation is absolutely no condoms!" "Fuck yeah!" the deep voiced daddy called-out. Tom continued, "Including myself, there are twenty men here. You all know I’m positive, but I’m not the only one: there are seven others who also are positive. The other twelve are presumably negative. If you take at least twelve loads this weekend from different guys, you’re guaranteed at least one of those loads was charged."

I could feel my skin tingling. My knees were weak. This was exactly what I'd hardly let myself hope for - a party planned around RAW fucking with men who have HIV. As different levels of thoughts kicked in it occurred to me that all these men were like me in that they were here to fuck or get fucked and intentionally get or give HIV. Moreover, based on the number of hard dicks I saw now, they were as turned on by the idea as I was.

It was like a bell signaling the beginning of a race had sounded: men were pairing up left and right. They piled onto the pillows, couches and mats that filled the area. Over the enthusiastic sounds of 20 horny men starting to mate, Tom's voice rang out. "There's lube, poppers, Viagra, XTC and joints at the bar. Use anything you need guys." Just then I felt a hand grope my ass and turned to see Mike, the hotie from the front door. "Ready to play?" he asked. His ample hard dick revealed his own readiness. Heart racing, I replied "Sure am" with what I hoped was a salacious tone - not that I needed to add the salacious element, or so events suggested. Grabbing some lube, we made our way to a vacant corner and sank onto a mat, I on my back, and he kneeling. His cockhead was probing me. Without any discussion, we had settled on our roles, at least for round one. Taking the lube from me, Mike smeared some on his cock and my hole, massaging my asslips. I in turn was happy to work his now lubed cock, play with his balls, and tug on his tits. Wrapping my legs as best I could around his waist, Mike took aim and in two powerful thrusts his dick was buried in my ass all the up to his pubes. With so little time to relax the muscles, my ass was on fire, so I gestured him to give me a minute to adjust to the fullness. He complied.

I looked up into his face only about a foot away from mine. He looked content, with a faint smile across his mouth; he apparently liked the feel of my ass. Smiling more broadly, and without a word his head moved toward mine. Our lips met, mouths open as our tongues tasted each other. Meanwhile, Mike was slowly but forcefully sliding his long cock in and out of my hole. He fucked me with deliberate stokes, withdrawing almost entirely before driving in to the max. I matched him stroke for stroke meeting his invading rod with my eager cum-hungry ass. I wanted to milk the cum from this man. As he fucked me, I kept wondering if he could be one of the eight infected men. God, I hoped he was infected so his jizz would be infecting me too. I heard myself moan in the lust for his cum and for his disease.

"Fuck me, man. I want it," I said between thrusts. "What do you want, Joey?" He was pushing me. "Tell me, man, what you really want." Unbidden, the words came out of my mouth: "I want your poz cum, man. I want you to pump me full of HIV!" Hearing that sentence seemed to send him over the edge. He started pounding my butt harder. I knew he would shoot soon at that rate. "You are so fuckin' twisted, man. You want poz cum in your ass!" He pounded my hole. "Take it!" "Shit yeah, Mike. Shoot it!" I felt him lunge in even deeper as his already thick cock spasmed in my guts - hot blasts of cum shot in my hole. I imagined the virus in each fiery load he pumped in me. I ground my ass back towards him so not a drop of the potentially deadly cum would be lost.

He remained still, hips jutting forward with his cock as deep inside me as it would go. We lay there in the aftermath of our passionate fucking, me so damned hot I could almost shoot from thinking that I might have just gotten HIV pumped in my hole. When Mike with drew he looked in my eyes and gave me a leering wink. I didn’t know how to interpret it. I knew we were all supposed to keep our sero-status secret and he was doing a great job at it. I couldn't see through him at all. I asked him if he wanted me to fuck him and he declined. Speaking really quietly he said, "You're pretty obvious in being neg. Try not to give it away. Everyone here wants poz cum." I started to speak, to ask what gave me away, but he stopped me saying “…don’t worry buddy - I won't tell. Thanks man." With that, he left, I assume to seek out and infect someone else.

I didn't waste time thinking about it. I wanted to see about getting another load, but first I needed something to drink, so I went to the bar. A good looking guy of about my age approached, and, over beers, we briefly chatted on what a hot party it was and he cut right to the chase. "You wanna fuck me first or want me to fuck you?" "I wanna fuck you, stud, " I answered. "I gotta get this load up someone's ass before I waste it."

We rather unceremoniously made our way to a mat, he flopped on his back, his legs sprang in the air, ready to take my load. While I fucked him, I imagined that I was poz and was infecting him. For all he knew I was and was eager to breed him. It didn't take me long to shoot my jizz in his guts. We quickly traded places and his dick easily slid into my already cum-filled hole. As he fucked me slow but steady I looked at him. As I said, he good looking and about my age, but what really got my attention was that I saw a few bruises on him and some spots on his arms and torso. I stared hard trying to see if they were lesions, thinking, “Cool…this guy's got AIDS." I got my ass I gear grinding it back to meet each invasion of his hopefully lethal cock. My asshole practically milked the cum out of him. I was so ready for it and in short order, I could feel him tensing up. When I felt his dick swell, to blast the deadly cum deep inside me, I pushed back toward him to catch every bit of the poisoned load. When he came back to reality, his eyes opened again. He winked at me as he pulled his cock from my ass. "That's at least one for you, man."

From there, the party began to blur. I'm not sure if it was the heady excitement of being in a place with so many guys who had HIV who were trying to infect others and so many healthy guys trying to get the deadly virus in them, or was it my own first poz load clouding my head or was it the party favors and beer. Probably all these things. Anyway, I spent the next 36 hours or so fucking and getting fucked men as eager as was I to give and get HIV. As the party went on and men were getting a little bit tired, there were fewer guys fucking at any given time, but rest assured there was always an audience for those fucking, calling out encouragement and offering assistance. When my own turn came to be pumped while the crowd watched, it was amazing to hear them urging my fucker to fill me with his diseased load and to pump me full with poz cum.

All good things must come to an end, and the party was no exception. Around 11030 on Sunday morning Tom called us together and made a concluding speech asking each poz guy stand up one by one. I imagine I was not the only guy there who was mentally ticking off the number of poz loads I’d taken, or, for that matter, the number of poz guys who had taken my load. Sounds of ‘alright’ and ‘yeah!’ punctuated the speech as guys reveled in the memory of an encounter. It turned out that I'd been lucky, having taken fifteen loads, seven of which were from poz men, including Mike, the doorman, my first sex partner, as well as the second guy who fucked me, who, as it turned out, did indeed have AIDS. I had seven poz loads inside my guts right then. Although exhausted and drained, I was also exhilarated as my cock stiffened as I thought about it.

Sam, the young guy who arrived after me, hadn't been so lucky. Despite getting several fucks, he had managed to avoid every poz man there. Tom told him it must be a sign, but Sam just said it was a sign he had to try harder. He lay on the mat, legs pulled back exposing his already cum filled ass and invited every poz guy there to pump a load inside him. Tom intervened before any of them could react. "After seeing so much raw fucking for the last day and a half I'm ready to spill my load. I'd be proud to be the first guy with AIDS to fuck you."

We all cheered Tom and Sam on as our host infected the last remaining healthy guest present. After Tom blew his load, a couple more of the poz men also fucked Sam, just to make extra sure he got what he wanted. As the guys began to dress and leave, Tom urged us to keep in touch with him. He reminded us that frequently about ten to twenty days after infection it was common to get sick - the infamous but all-telling fuck flu. He told us to report in and reminded us that these parties are annual and that we might now qualify as the poz guys for future parties.

On a Tuesday about three weeks later, while my boyfriend was traveling on business to Boston, and while speaking with him I mentioned I felt moderately ill. I did not tell him I was going to be tested. My doctor drew the blood that afternoon and scheduled a follow-up appointment on Thursday, two days later. I was on pins-and-needles until I met with my doctor for the results. I was positive. I surmise I was infected at Tom’s party, although, of course, I didn’t tell my doctor I had sought-out poz cum. Doubtless, my doctor said more than that, but frankly that was the only information I retained. The rest would come in due course. I left his office utterly satiated albeit excited at a guttural level to share my poz cum. I thought about where I wanted blow my first poz load as I drove to 30th Street train station to pick-up my boyfriend who was returning home from his business trip.

Fortunately, his train was on time, and we went straight to our favorite restaurant in the Gayborhood. He remarked I was apparently over the illness I had mentioned, and I smiled in acquiescence. I didn’t tell him of the test results, nor did he ask if I had been to see a physician. He did, however, reach under the table and start massaging my cock. I knew what he wanted. We skipped dessert and after dinner drinks, and returned home. You know where this was going. He wanted to get laid, and I was more than ready to give him what he wanted.

Soon enough we were in bed, spoon position, with my dick up his hot ass. It was a slow, sweet, leisurely fuck, the kind that you have with someone you've known a while. We fucked some - talked some - and fucked some more. We were both comfortable and enjoying the intimacy; neither was in a hurry to cum. As I was slowly sliding in and out of his hole, I murmured, "Guess what I did?" “What’s that?” "I got tested the other day." I didn't say why I was tested, but all gay men know what ‘tested’ means. I didn’t skip a stroke but I felt him tense slightly and then he pushed back on my cock. He said, "Last test I took, I was still negative." "Yeah, I remember." We kept fucking slowly and steadily. "So, are you infecting me?" he quietly asked. "Yeah, I am."

And we kept on fucking, him pushing back to take my dick, now knowing I was going to shoot HIV- infected cum inside his hole. After that, I wasn't able to hold out long. I shot what felt like a quart of thick jizz into him. After we separated he said, "You know it was just a matter of time before one of us infected the other - especially since we’re both sluts. I'm glad you told me like you did. That was perfect." We kissed and played around - he wanted to get fucked again.

Rearthmtms, I was a little surprised to read your remarks, but reviewed the story to see if I over-looked numerous errors. I would agree the story is not as well written as many, but bear in mind, I didn't write the story, and we have no idea who did. The writer may have specifically been striving to emulate the subjective style of J. D. Salinger rather than the sophistication of Hawthorne. I suppose the writer may also simply possess 'a middle school education' and this is the best he could write. Don't know, don't really care. I transcribed this story (and indeed all of them) from another dying site on the 'net, limiting my edits to the most egregious errors. Sorry you didn't like it, but for that matter I didn't like J. D. Salinger, and when I reached my tolerance threshold I simply put down Catcher in the Rye and went back to Hawthorne and Melville.

One of my most satisfying pozzings was with one of those damned invasive sex-police. You remember - those guys would walk around the bar, eavesdropping on conversations and then telling the men what they should and should not do. When a ran into this particular bastard and he presumed to insert himself into a conversation I was having with a prospective sex partner, I controlled myself and made a mental note to prepare myself for the next time I saw him.

Scarcely a week later around 10:00 P.M. I was at my usual stool at the bar and I noticed him gliding around the bar pulling his shit. Fortunately I was positioned right next to the beer tap and consequently was in the perfect position to schmooze him when he came up for a refill. I got really chummy with him: told him how I was neg, fully supported his point of view, etc. etc. Even pointed out the safety pin clipped to my jeans. Ended up with an invitation back to his place. He wasn't bad looking, but I suspected hadn't been laid in a while because he was so politically obnoxious.

Took no time to get both our clothes off, but he insisted that we had to wear condoms just for sucking each other’s dick. Man, I really had to fight my gag reflex when I tasted that damned latex. Anyway, finally got him all hot and bothered, then telling him that, as we were both neg, I wanted to fuck. He was hesitant, but I lay down on my belly, and told him he could do me first. So, true to his convictions, he pulled off the condom he had on, slipped on another new one, greased up my ass, and slowly slid in. Didn't take him long to orgasm, and in fact he pulled out before he shot even though he had on a damned condom.

On my turn, he insisted that I, too, put on fresh condom, and I did so in front of him. I was going to anyway, as I had some specially doctored ones in my pocket. Claiming a hypersensitivity to the brand of condom he offered, I deftly pulled a doctored (yet ostensibly still sealed) rubber out of the packaging and rolled it onto my dick. He never even noticed the razor slit in the end. He wanted us to fuck face-to-face, but I said I preferred him on his belly.

I climbed on top, and pressed my dickhead again his asshole. He suddenly whipped his hand around behind him, feeling the condom on my dick to reassure himself all was 100% safe. I thrust into him much faster than he had me, and I could feel the condom rip open and slide up my dick like a sleeve as I did. Essentially although there was latex from the base of my cock down to his sphincter, from there on my cock was 100% bare. I fucked him as long as I was capable to ensure that the lining of his asshole would be torn-up and some capillaries broken. Finally, I was ready. I fucked him very fast and hard, then diving as deeply in as my 7" would reach, and shot my load. Whenever I'm pozzing a guy, the orgasm I have is incredible - I feel it from my toes all the way to my finger-tips, and it seems to go on and on and on while I shoot one long charged rope after another into the his hole. With this guy though, it seemed even more intense. Guess it was the success of pozzing someone I despised.

As soon as my orgasm finished, I pulled out of him, and made a bee-line for his bathroom. I yanked off the torn condom, dropped it in the toilet along with a piece of toilet tissue to cover it, then sat down and pissed & shit into the toilet. He walked into the bathroom as I was getting up, but all he could see was a small part of the condom.

Two months later I read in the local rag that he had resigned from the AIDS Awareness group because of ‘personal reasons’. I snickered with pleasure and got a raging hard-on because I knew exactly what those ‘personal reasons’ were.

Just to get away, I went to visit Tom, an old FB in Cicero, and to meet his new boy friend Jon (about 5'6, solid 150#, blue eyes, black hair, short beard). Tom had mentioned on the telephone that both he and Jon were "...neg and are gonna stay neg because we never play around." Having learned a year earlier that I was poz, and my VL was around 60,000, I took a perverse pleasure in dropping my load in guys' holes, and if the bottom was negative, all the better. Of course I didn't think it prudent to mention my status to Tom, and for that matter, when I made the plans to visit Tom and Jon, I assumed I would have the best shot at Tom's ass, but now having met Jon, I shifted my focus to seducing him.

After a great visit to downtown Chicago and Halstead Street, I was tired, so after dinner I crashed for the night, sleeping soundly. Early the next morning I heard Jon moving about and talking to the dog. Suspecting Tom was still the deep sleeper that I knew from years before, I wandered nude into the kitchen to find the Jon, wearing a towel, his back to me, busy making coffee. I soundlessly walked over to him, slipped one arm around his waist, the other around his chest, licked his neck, then moved up to his ear as I whispered how glad I was that they had invited me to visit. I pulled the arm from around his chest, and slid my hand down his back, under the towel, and down between his buttocks. He arched his butt backwards like a dog in heat.

I took him out to their enclosed garage, threw the towel on the floor, made him get down on his elbows and knees. I knelt behind him and rimmed his asshole until it was really wet with my spit, then straightened up, pressed the dripping mushroom head of my PA'ed dick against his hole, and pushed until I penetrated him. Then I slowly sank all 7" into him, and began to fuck him, slowly at first (because I love the feel of my PA twisting & turning inside a guy), then faster and faster, until I was really plowing his ass. It didn't take long until I could feel my balls start to tighten. I rammed as deep as I could inside him, and splattered a huge load of charged cum deep in his neg ass.

I pulled my dick slowly from his so that I would leave as much cum as possible in him. He stood up, threw his arms around me & kissed me. Then he said "You are neg, right?" I smiled, nodded me head "Yes". I made him sit down with me, and I held him for 15 or so minutes to ensure that my charged cum had enough time to seep into his body (had I just let him go back into the house, he might have headed to the bathroom and emptied part of my load down the toilet).

Later that same day, Tom had to go unexpectedly to meet a client, saying he would be gone for about two hours, but not to worry, Jon would be able to keep me company for that afternoon. I was lying on the bed reading when Jon came in to lay with me. I wasted no time getting us both naked, and Jon started going down on me. When he had be fully hard & really wet, I rolled over on him, pulled his legs over my shoulders, pressed the head of my dick against his hole again, and pushed into him. He grimaced, but I started immediately to fuck him. After enjoying the feel of his hot ass for a bit, I left myself go over the top, rammed into him, and shot a second load in him. Again, I withdrew slowly so that I left as much cum as possible in him, and took him in my arms and held him for the necessary 15 minutes.

Early the next morning, I was showering when Jon came into the bathroom, saying Tom was sound asleep. I pulled him into the shower, soaped up his back and ass, and penetrated and fucked him a third time, pumping yet another load deep inside him. Then he scrubbed my back, and we both rinsed off together.

Tom called me three months later to tell me Jon had somehow inexplicably converted.

Hey Guys To all of you who were playing in the back room of the Chicago Cell Block 11/6/99. I hope you had as much fun as I did. Let's try to repeat it this week.

For those who weren't there it was a sexually charged night. The room was filled with hot sleazy sex (mostly dick suckin') when I got there. I have gotten a reputation for being a bareback fuck hole so it didn't take long to get my night off to a great start.

As soon as a good looking dick was behind me I dropped my pants lubbed up my hole, and took a hit of poppers. I felt the guy fingering my hole and his dick soon followed. After he dumped a load it wasn't long before another cock took his place. One of the regulars that knows my hole came up to me while I was getting plowed and asked me how I like this guys cock that was hangin near me. The thing was huge. I said "fuck yeah".

He said the guys was lookin to bareback a hole. As soon as the guy that was fuckin me was done creamin in me. I turned and let the huge dicked stud at my now juicy hole. After he was finished I hung around strokin' my dick waiting for the next cum donor. In addition to "other things", I was high on the energy of the night. I faded in and out through out the night. But I do remember some real hot studs plowin me.

A buddy of mine who saw me in action said he counted at least 8 guys in me in the brief 30 minute period he was there. One guy dumped 3 loads in me. One right after another. After he got done with me there was a guy wrapping his arms around me and slipping his tongue down my throat. I felt something at my hole. It was his beer bottle. He brought it back to his mouth and took a swig. When I figured out what he was up to I pushed some hot cum from my hole into the bottle. He lifted the bottle back to his mouth and got a good wad of spunk in his belly.

Another high point of the night was when an incredibly hot dude was pounding the hell out of me (so hard I had to grab a near by pole to keep from falling over) a hot "daddy" asked me if that cock felt good in my ass. When I replied "fuck yeah" he said "when he's finished I have a load for you too". As near as I can recall I took in the neighborhood of 12 loads up my ass and one down my throat. All in all one of the best nights I've had in long time.

Thanks to all the guys that left there DNA in me. I hope we can do it again real soon (like this Sat). Let's build a mutant HIV strain in my hole. Maybe more of you hot poz barebackers will cum and join in. I've attached a PIC so you'll know this pig hole when you see it. I'm also a little more "pumped" since these pictures were taken. Till then David

I found my way into a "neg only" party a couple of nights ago. It was great. I had to apply with a picture and state that I was neg and clean. One of the great things about being poz and young, I work out and swim and stuff, so I’m hot to trot and look great. The boys organizing the party fell for it and I was among nine or so attendees. Damn, my cock was so fucking hard and horny when I got there. I was a "first-timer" with this group. I don't think I knew a single face there in the beginning, but by the time I left, I knew just about every ass.

Billing myself as a versatile top, there were about four versatile tops, two strict tops, and four bottoms. I started the night off with a nice bottom named Troy, 28, blond and blue, transplanted from Pennsylvania. Just the way I like them. He was very sweet and very horny. We were sitting on the couch and making out. Then he stood-up, turned around, and stuck his ass in my face, so of course, I ate-out his hole for a while. When it was nice and slobbery he climbed over my lap and teased my drooling cock with his hole as we traded dirty talk back and forth. I suggested he sit on my cock and fuck himself silly, which he promptly did. I was impressed how easily my cock slid in his hole. Guess he’d had some experience.

In any event, we fucked for a while. Eventually, I had him on his back and pounded away until I delivered a nice creamy load inside his sweet ass. I keep my dick in him for a while, kissing him some more. While I was in this position, one of the strict tops, Mike, an 30-something Italian guy from Brooklyn, came up behind me and slammed his dick in me. I bucked hard against Troy and yelped into his mouth. Mike fucked me hard and fast, and got my dick up in a hurry. Pulling out, Mike had Troy reposition himself doggy-style on the couch and promptly Mike stuck his juicy, veiny cock into Troy's sloppy ass. Mike's dick is a bit bigger than mine, about 8 1/2” to my 7”, so Troy was feeling it. Mike kept me on the couch and switched between my poz ass and Troy’s (presumably) neg ass. Mike finished in Troy’s ass and planted another load in there.

We rested (and cleaned-up) a bit, and after some chit chat, we split to find some new partners. I met up with another Asian guy there, David, a 23 year old Korean-American, and had an all out Asian party in the middle of the living room floor. Soon we were switching off on each other, my cock fucking his ass more often than his fucking mine. Two other guys joined us (a Latin guy with a huge cock, and a very cute redhead). Eventually, we ended up with kneeling me on the floor doggie-fucking Davie while he in turn sucked and slobbered on the redhead’s dick, and while Javier (we called him jay) went around back and stuck his huge dick in me. I was in heaven. We fucked like that for a while until Kevin (the host) came over and brought some poppers. Kevin gave everyone a sniff and we were all soaring and poking each other. Someone mentioned double-dicking, and Jay pulled out (leaving me aching and empty) and tried to slide in next to me in David’s ass. I gotta say, the mechanics of double-dicking are challenging. David was a bit nervous, but the redhead helped Jay and David connect while David sat on my cock.

Kevin made David sniff some more and soon, although I felt David tense and buck a bit, Jay was sliding his huge cock next to mine. My dick was nice and raw and sending sensations all over my body. You see, Jay was by far the most active fucker, so his cock was, essentially, massaging both my cock and David’s hole. We fucked for maybe the better part of ten minutes before felt that wonderful contraction, and I blasted my second poz wad into yet another neg ass, coating Jay’s cock in the process. I disengaged myself from David and Jay, and watched Jay seriously pound David’s ass.

I guess the redhead wanted to experience a double-dicking, so he positioned himself on the floor so David and Jay could include him in the fun. David started moaning again and his eyes seemed to glaze-over as the two dicks fucked him. I watched them finish-up with Jay shooting first and then the redhead. Aside from the sheer challenge of taking two dicks up my ass, I was envious of David. All that beautiful cum coating the inside of his ass.

I rested for almost two hours after that, slowly pumping my cock as I watched all these boys going at it. Finally recharged, I set out to get breed one more guy. I’d been eyeing this guy who was there, and finally connected with him. Turns out his name was Joey. He was a somewhat little guy, lean, lightly hairy body, nice and tight with short brown hair and brown eyes, a solid looking uncut cock and low-hanging balls. He also had the cutest, smallest ass in the room. I took him to a corner and turned him over, no small talk, and started eating him out. I had him moaning and gasping as I dug out a few loads already deposited in there. I wanted his ass spic and span for my load. When I only tasted his ass on my tongue, I stepped up and slid in. Damn he was slick and tight. I rough fucked him, making him moan for more. It was too good and my balls were already on-edge, nevertheless we managed to fuck for about fifteen minutes. I’d pull out every now and then to eat his hole and see his puffy asslips wink at me. Sweet! Inevitably my orgasm was hard, fast and painfully into his sweet ass! To say the least, my balls were empty. I stayed inside his hole as I jerked him off from behind, feeding him his own load.

What a great group of guys. There's talk about another party soon. Meantime, I’ve kept in touch with almost everyone there. We'll see what happens now. Asianboy.

Here's another version of this story (with an interesting twist).

It was in the fall of 1991 and my best friend in the world Clint and I decided to go camping in the hills of southern Ohio where we had both gone to college. Wanted to get away, just chill and enjoy the fall colors. I drove down on Thursday and met Clint up in the hills. Much to my surprise he had this blonde dude with him. He immediately told me that he had met this guy and had been fooling around with him for some time and hoped I didn't mind that he was coming with us for a day or so. I told Clint no problem and he introduced me to Phil, who was younger than both of us but real masculine looking, not gorgeous just manly looking.

We set up our tent and finished the campsite by mid afternoon and decided it was time for cocktails and some smoke. After some serious partying Clint and I started re hashing days of old when we had played together in many three ways. Clint kept reminding me how amazing it was that "you and I have done so many of the same guys over the years and yet you are not infected and I am." Clint had found out someone had given him the bug about 6 months earlier. He was doing ok with it both physically and mentally so far and we had talked about it a lot. I kept joking that as many risks as I have taken and continued to take it shouldn't be too far in the future and let it go at that.

As the afternoon wore on, the booze flowed as did the smoke. It was funny though, Phil, the blonde dude said very little, just sitting and staring at me the whole time. It didn't take too long for me to really tie one on and I needed to crash for awhile. I went into the tent to sleep and left those two outside to continue. When I woke up, still really buzzing, the first thing I noticed was it was dark outside and I was not in the tent. I tried to get up and couldn't, my hands and ankles were tied spread eagle to stakes in the ground with nylon boat rope and I was laying face down on this piece of foam rubber of some sort. I was also butt ass naked.

Clint and Phil were sitting in front of me by the fire and I yelled to Clint, "… what the fuck is going on man?" He just grinned and told me to relax and not fight, that I was tied up and would only hurt myself. Clint crawled over to me and face to face he told me that I had talked to him enough about his being infected and I wasn’t, and that it was only a matter of time for me. He continued saying it was now my turn to share his experiences. Clint concluded by saying he loved me dearly as his best friend and wouldn't let anything hurt me but I needed to join him on his new journey and now was the time.

At first I yelled and swore at him, called him everything I could think of but he just laughed at me. He told me that they had given me something to sleep in my drink and that it would be ok, stop fighting. Phil came over to me and ran his hands down my back and started to massage my ass cheeks, working his thumb into my crack. He said he also was poz and Clint had asked him to come along to share his gift with me as Clint couldn't do it himself. Phil was really fucked up at this point and took off his shirt. Clint stuck another joint in my face and told me “toke-up baby, you need this bad!” I complied.

Phil disappeared into his truck and came back with a bag of toys. He told me it was time for my imitation to join and to just relax and enjoy it, I couldn't stop it anyhow. Clint then started shoving poppers in my face and I really started flying. Phil pulled out an assortment of toys and said he was "going to loosen my hole up with these and do some serious damage to my ass walls before he mainlined me." I begged Clint to stop this but he just sat there, smiling and said he wanted to watch me get it.

Phil proceeded to ram one of the dildos in my ass dry and to the hilt! The pain was awful and I screamed. Clint said go ahead and yell, nobody can hear us and gave me more poppers. Phil continued his assault on my ass for God knows how long. I was buzzing from the poppers and weed. Finally Phil crawled around to my face and showed me one of the dildos he had used on me, covered with lube and bloody. He grinned and said "now you ass is ready to take what I want to give you buddy!"

With that I felt him lay on my back and push his cockhead into my hole. By that time it was no effort for him to slide in and he did to the hilt!! Phil started pumping my burning ass slowly at first all the while telling me how hot it felt. His speed picked up fairly quickly and soon he was rutting like a buck in heat. My ass was so sore it was almost numb by this point. I could feel sweat dripping off of him onto my back and Phil grabbed my shoulders and really fucked hard. I heard him say "that it would be over real soon and enjoy the ride fag boy 'cause this will be a fuck you will live with forever". As Phil got closer to shooting his load in my raw asshole he kept telling me how close he was and asking me if I was ready for it?

Finally he pushed into my ass all the way and lay still, yelling into my ear that it was time to take his gift!! I felt the fucker blast into my hole. It felt like a gallon of elephant cum, spraying my ass walls. Phil grunted like a pig and after a few more slow pumps he pulled out and went and sat down to clean off. I could see by the firelight that his cock was covered with blood. Clint came over and wiped my face and back with a towel and said "I love you man, we can share together now." Clint then put a rolled up sleeping bag under my upper thighs and said I will stay like that for awhile to make sure nothing leaked out and Phil's gift did its dirty work.

Phil got up and came over to me, knelt down and said he hoped it wasn't too rough for me and then pissed all over my face. He laughed and said, now you are a real gay man, remember me. He got dressed and took off in his truck. A short time later Clint untied me and we had a major knock down brawl. We ended up laughing though and we both ended the night sucking each other off. We never said any more about that night or about Phil. A month later I sero-converted and was sick as a dog for three weeks. Clint was there the whole time for me and we have stayed that tight since. The rest is history. I will never forget that experience or Phil. I can still see his face, feel his cock and hear his voice.

Hmmm. I've picked-up HIV, Hep A and B, Gonorrhea, and crabs. At present the HIV virus is labeled undetectable. The Hep B virus is controlled although my Doctor is annoyed it won't quite disappear. She's concerned because apparently there's an association between long-term Hep type B and liver cancer.

I didn't mean to do it. I just couldn't help myself. There are times I get overcome by my own lust, and I just get carried away.

I was turned on when we finally met, he was my ideal of a "son" to my "dad". Though a little older than what you might conceive of as my son, he was nonetheless my ideal of what I want in a boy. And add to that the fact that he was in total leather, matching my outfit, it was just a match. We had chatted so much about this first meeting. We each knew what turned the other on. He liked my cigars and I liked his boyish good looks and attitude. And when we met and then kissed, it was that sort of 'dream come true' event. That first kiss seemed to last forever. Not only were our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands were exploring each other's bodies. And shortly he had my stiff, dripping cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees to give me one of those blowjobs you dream about. I was still smoking my cigar, and the smoke was about to fill the motel room, I was smoking so hard while he hit all the hot spots. When he rose up and kissed me again, tasting my cigar spit and me tasting that great cock /pre-cum taste on his lips, I was just too turned on. I had his belt loose and his jeans around his ankles before he knew what happened. And even though we were lip locked, I could still get his cock out of his jockstrap and feel the pre-cum on the tip of his cock. I rubbed it the length of his rock hard cock, and slipped my cock between his legs.

I guess it was the way he opened his legs to let my cock in that so excited me. I could tell he wanted it then, even though he had told me he was still HIV negative and didn't want any raw sex with a poz guy like me. I had my hands up under his shirt working his nips and was kissing and licking his face till he was just a puppy in my paws. I gently moved him around, kissing his neck and massaging his ass cheeks, until I was behind him, nibbling his earlobes. That was when my stiff meat found his ass crack and set course for his asshole. I was pushing hard against him, trying to get my tongue in his ear, when he sort of fell against the wall and then braced himself against it with both hands, intending to turn back around, but by then I had a nip in each hand, having thrown down my dead cigar, and he was moving in response, enjoying it too much to protest.

And my cockhead had found his puckered rosebud of an asshole, one of those that seems to have an arrow tattooed above it, saying "FUCK HERE". And I had him by the arms, holding him tight as I kissed and bit his neck. "Oh, Daddy!" he kept saying, over and over, as if he was trying to persuade himself not to resist. When I pushed and began to feel my cockhead penetrate, he stiffened. "Daddy, don't make me do this, please," he pleaded, and he turned his head slightly towards me. I reached around and kissed him. "It's gonna be OK, son, just relax," I said, and I made a hip thrust that popped him open. I love that feel on my cockhead, when you first pop a boy open like that. There is no feel like it in the world, tight and hot, and then so warm and wet and wonderful. I just couldn't help myself. Hugging him tightly, kissing all over his neck, so he didn't notice so much that I was impaling him on my cock. By the time I think he knew what was happening, he was fucked.

I had my cock almost all the way up his ass. And he was loving it. I could tell he was trying to fight the urge, but wanting it so bad. All the time I was kissing him, I kept telling him it was fine, he was all right, this will be great, just relax and enjoy it, son, give yourself to your dad. Then suddenly he gave a kind of shudder, and bucked hard back against me. "Oh, Daddy, take me, take my ass, give me your cum!"

"That's it son, enjoy this fuck, feel your Daddy's hard cock up your ass, love that stiff meat so deep inside you!" He was with me then, meeting every thrust. When I'd hit bottom he'd grab me hard and tight, as much fucking my dick with his ass as I was fucking his hole with my rod. "Make me your Boy, Daddy, fuck your Boy, show me how much you want me Daddy!" I was in the heavy strokes now, fucking his ass hard. My juices were flowing. When I get a hot ass like this, the first fuck is hot and heavy and doesn't take too long, so I knew I was getting close. "Where do you want Daddy's load, boy?" I asked, as I held him tight and humped him hard. "Give me your load, Daddy, make me your Boy, plant that load UP MY ASS!" He was bucking hard, and if I had really wanted to pull out, it would have been difficult, as he was in pace with me so well. "Oh, God, Son, I can't help it, here it is, take it boy, take Daddy's hot cum up your ass." "Daddy, show me how much you love me, fuck me, fuck my ass, give me your juice, Daddy, FUCK ME HARD!"

I lit into him hard then, I could feel the cum move from my balls up the length of my shaft and begin to spurt out deep inside him. And I think he must've felt something, even though I know you have to learn to feel it when a guy cums up your ass. There was just something about the way he moved, like he was suckin’ the cum up deep inside himself. We both hit the spot at the same time. "OH GOD!" we both shouted in unison. "Here it is boy, here's Daddy's cream, take Daddy's load, you're MY BOY now!" "Hit me hard, Daddy, show me how much you love me, pound that cum in my hot hole - fuck me Daddy - FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!"

I held him tight and shot my final spurts as deep inside as I could, knowing I was tying him to me in a way no man ever had before. I was converting him to my son in more ways than one. I was making him my BOY in a truly positive manner. His ass drew up so tight on my shaft, I thought sure he must be spurting his load. His ass was suckin’ the cum up deep, and he began to flex under me, I could feel his whole body moving, as if he was absorbing the sex and distributing it throughout his body.

We held that position a long time. Sweat was dripping down my nose, and he was sweaty feeling as I ran my hands over his chest and caressed his nips. I still had all my clothes on, my fucking cock out of my pants, but otherwise still as I had walked into the room. His pants were around his ankles, but he still had on the jockstrap, shirt, vest and leather jacket. We both were soaked under all that clothing. But neither moved, we were still in that great Dad/Son connection, feeling the cum that bound us together.

Eventually he stopped vibrating, coming back to reality, realizing what had happened. He sort of slumped at that point, I thought he might be crying, so I pulled out and turned him around and kissed him. He was crying, or at least he had tears in his eyes, so I kissed the tears away, and he began to respond. When I put my hand down to his crotch, I discovered a jock hanging heavy with cum. So I pulled off him, bent down and sucked the cum out of his jock, and pulled his limp, gooey cock out and sucked it clean. He was breathing very heavily now, I think partly shock and partly so turned on.

Standing up, I led him to the bed and made him sit on it, so I could sit beside him. We kissed again - another long lover's kiss, and soon tongues and hands were exploring. Clothes began to fall off us, some being taken off by the other, some shucked off by the wearer, but our pants were trapped by our boots. We had reached that point again, too quickly. The pants just had to stay on, we were at fuck number two. I got him into doggie position and stuck my cock back up his ass. It was much easier this time, just made him take a sudden inhale when I slid home. We urged each other on again, and soon he had a second cumshot up his ass. Damn hot boy, he wanted sex as much as I did. We seemed to be a pair, destined to be together. After I added that second load, I just held him close and told him how much I loved him, and he did the same. When my cock went flat and fell out of his ass, he rolled over and I got on top of him so we could kiss and cuddle again. We took time to get the boots off, finally got our pants off and were naked, just kissing and rolling all over the bed, the way lovers do.

We came up for air and took a smoke break. Gave me a chance to really look at him, as I hadn't really seen him naked before, even though I'd planted two loads up his ass. And he did the same. I was surprised to see how he blushed when he noticed how I was admiring his boyish body. He had kept himself in great shape, and I had enjoyed it.

The smoke break over, we resumed the kissing, this time being able to be face to face for the first time, really. I didn't intend to fuck him again, and frankly I generally don’t come three times in rapid succession, but this was beyond mere sex. This was infatuation. My cock just knew the way to his ass so well by this time. When I got on top and was kissing him, my cock was tumescent and, finding his hole, entered easily. He spread wide, put his legs firmly around my hips and put his heels in my ass. Then he pushed hard, making my cock really hit the good spots. Every time I made a stroke that didn't please him, he'd almost kick my cock up his ass. I couldn't complain, I had my tongue far down his throat. And when I felt the cum moving yet a third time, I got his legs up on my shoulder, shoved a pillow under his ass and began those prying deep strokes, where you aim for the boy's prostate and fuck him hard. "Oh God, Daddy, I love it when you fuck me like that, do it again, harder, deeper, come on man, put your seal on me, give me the third load, make me your boy forever!"

I got my arms up under his shoulders, pulled him into my fuck strokes and kissed him hard as I fucked my cum into his hot ass, so warm and wet and wild, filled to overflowing with my loads. I wanted to fuck him so hard the cum would flow out his hole and soak the bed. I wanted to fuck him so bad he could taste my cum from the inside out. I wanted to plant my loads so deep he'd shit my cum for a week. Didn't take long. Spurts of ‘Daddy Cream’ joined the loads already there. My fuck piston planted it's third load, the cum pooling around my balls, running down his crack. I pinned him down, legs against his chest, as I pounded the last strokes home, trying to get my cum as deep inside him as I could. And he rose up against me on every stroke, making sure he got that jizz as deep inside as possible. When I was drained, I slammed a fuck stroke hard and held it, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes again, and we kissed.

Then I felt his cock move between us, that steady pulse of a cock shooting cum, a feeling I love. If I don't see or feel a boy cum when I fuck him, I'm not fucking him right, and I had fucked this boy right. His cock spurted a heavy load between us, and his cum between and us and mine up his ass were binding us together in many, many ways. We kissed for a long time. Took us a long time to come down off that fuck plateau, where you want to stay as long as you can. When I fell out of his ass, I let his legs down and sucked his limp cock into my mouth and sucked out all the strings of his cum I could get. Then I licked his hole and crotch clean, keeping some of the cum in my mouth, so we could share it when we kissed. And as I did that, he moved around so he could reach my cock, and sucked it clean. When we kissed, I could taste his ass, his cum and my cum, all mixed together, one wonderful taste, a taste every dad wants from his boy.

We fell asleep like that. When we woke the next morning, we were a mess, and the bed was a mess. There was cum everywhere, encrusted on our cocks and torsos. Time for a piss and a shower. Then we had a smoke and got to examine each other by the light of day. Sometimes that's when it all falls apart, when you come to in the morning and discover that the guy you thought was so great the night before is not nearly as attractive. But there was no change this morning, I still thought he was the best thing I'd ever had, and he allowed as how I was his Dad. We went to breakfast, and it was as if I was meeting him for the first time. We sat there and smoked and drank our coffee, and talked about all the things lovers talk about. The waitress finally asked us if we were going to order lunch, and we realized what time it was. We excused ourselves, left a large tip for having had such good service for such a long time, and went back to the motel room. By the time we'd each had a piss, we were on the bed again, and the maid's knock interrupted our first fuck of the day. I shouted that we were still in the room, and she went away, and I planted my load. This was a lover's fuck, that long, slow, gentle fuck of two men deeply in love. There was no hard thrusting, no pounding of a load deep. He was still moist from the fucks last night, and I wasn't really up to a hot and heavy fuck, but we needed to have sex again, to see if it was still there, and it was.

That wasn't our last fuck, not by a long shot, but those four were the ones that we always remember and talk about. Few men are as fortunate as I. To find a guy like this that fits me so well. I can only hope that he continues to feel the same about me.

I was in Amsterdam two weekends ago for a cum weekend. On the Saturday night I was at The Cock Ring. The dark room was too crowded and the temperature was so extreme not much fucking was going on - only hand jobs and sucking which was no good to me, so I left and went to the Eagle where I took four loads. The second guy at the Eagle was a very cute guy (Del) who had dumped a load in me the night before at Argos. At about 3:30 A.M. the crowd at the Eagle was beginning to thin down and I was getting tired as I had spent the whole day at the Sauna drenching my hole with cum, so I decided to go back to my hotel for a well deserved sleep. I noticed that Del was leaving too so we left the club together and he was telling me how good my ass was to fuck.

As we were walking down the street towards the red light district where he chained his bicycle, he was now telling me about himself that he was in the Dutch Olympics swim team. This explained why he had such god-gifted body. As we got his bike two boys who seemed a bit drunk approached me one was blond in his late teens the other dark hair with eyes to die for in his mid 20's. The older one started speaking Dutch to me. I told them that I didn't speak Dutch, but then Del started speaking to them.

After a few minutes they shook our hands and started walking away towards the red light area. I asked Del what they said, he said that they were from east of Holland and are looking for two things: first, something to eat and second, something to fuck. Del continued saying he had told them that it will be easier to find something to fuck at that time in the morning than something to eat.

Half jokingly I told Del that I will give them a fuck if they wanted. He thought I was serious and then yelled at them to come back. They came and he told them what I said. They said that they were more interested in girls, after the translation I told them that I'm free but they will have to pay the girls.

The older one said they'd never fucked a guy before but he look interested, but the younger one didn't seem interested at all rather he looked scared, yet, after a few seconds of thought he asked if there is anywhere around we could go. Del suggested a straight club down the road. The younger one said he wouldn't do it. We all got to the club and I went into the toilets with the older one. He got his cock out and I went down on it - it was kind of average, about 6.5 inches, but had a lovely shape. I sucked for about 5 minutes but I suspected he just wanted to fuck. And so it was. He pulled me up and turned me around. Thanks to the earlier loads of cum in my ass he glided right into my hole.

His cock felt so good as he humped away like a rabbit. After about five minutes he grunted and unloaded in my hole. Panting, he held me for a few minutes and played with my tits before pulling out. I then kneeled down to clean his cock with my tongue. I suspect he thought he was in heaven. After that he pulled up his pants. As I was about to get dressed he gestured for me to wait, and in broken English said “I go call my friend.” Apparently the younger guy was waiting in the rest room, because as I waited I could hear them speak. The younger one sounded like he didn't want to do it, yet apparently the older guy was persuasive, because after a minute or two the young, the blonde guy came into the stall. He didn't want to look me in the eyes, but that didn’t stop me. Although he was also on the skinny side, when I knelt down and undid his fly I was amazed. Wow! This kid had a monster tucked away in his pants. I took out an uncut dick over 9" long, and thick. I scarfed it down. Anyone observing me would not have believed I had had over 30 cocks in my mouth in the preceding twenty-four hours.

I don't think the guy had ever had a blow job that good. Unlike his mate who wasn't too keen on me blowing him, this one didn't want to let go. Each time I wanted to stand up he held me head back. It got to stage he just clutched my head to his dick. I could hardly breathe. After what seemed like ages, his legs were trembling I could see his balls were retracting, so I guessed he was getting close to cumming.

In as much as I wanted to taste him I also wanted to feel that cock up me. And I always feel that any load that didn't go in my ass was wasted. I then forced myself off of him, turned around and slipped his weapon up my chute. His mate’s fresh load served as lube. We were both standing straight and he wrapped his hands around me and was biting my ears. I saw stars as he punched his cock up my hole. For better or worse he didn't last long. After a couple of minutes in me, he started moaning and then I felt him unloading. This kid’s cum was a match for his cock and ball size. He couldn't stop cumming. It was like a tap. While he was still cumming with his cock still in my ass, cum was running down my legs. When the flow finally stopped he slowly pulled out, which sent more cum down my legs. Before I could get to clean him with my tongue he grabbed a tissue and wiped himself. He opened the door before I dressed and walked out without saying a word or looking at my face. I couldn't say if he was just shy or because he didn't speak a word of English.

As I got out of the club the sun was close to rising. I was surprised to find that Del was still waiting. He asked if they came in me I said they did. He stuck his hand in my pants and felt my cum-filled hole. He smiled and asked if I wanted to go to his place. We went and he fucked me real long and hard and dumped another load there. Later that day we went to the sauna together, and he made a point of fucking me immediately after someone came in me.

So, men. How was your weekend? My ass will never be the same! I think there were six guys in all. IN ORDER, AS I RECALL THEM.

STARTING FRIDAY NIGHT I started with a regular fucker, Marc, who I see often. He was a pay-for-play boy when I first met him. Now we see each other just for the hell of it. We are both already poz. But there's something so hot about just re-infecting each other over and over again. Marc is a guy who loves getting his ass sucked on, which is one of my favorite things. He has also developed a taste for bondage. OK, I can get off on getting him off with a whip if I need to! When we get together, the sex just goes on and on. I lost track of the number of loads we exchanged between us Friday night. Never enough, though.

THEN THERE WAS SATURDAY MORNING when I woke up horny as hell. And I was horny especially for some new guy I didn't know. Some whore boy that could get off on a poz guy wanting more poz. This was my weekend to take it up the ass. My head was still fucked over by some weed that my friend Marc had brought along. So I called another new guy out of the local "yellow pages." While I waited, I had a little more of the fun stuff Marc had left for me. This big fuckin' in-shape demigod showed up at my door. His ad did not do him justice. Bronzed up from time at the beach, long blond hair, about 27 years old, and a HUGE rigid piece waiting to penetrate me! It took no time at all. I was down on his dick the moment he walked through the door. I have a spacious throat, and I put him in heaven right away. I must've nursed his dick for half an hour or so before I started whining and begging for him to hurt me somehow. We hadn't talked about physical stuff when I first called him. Interestingly enough, he was ready!

The muscle man’s dick was rigid and ready. But he wasn't. He wanted to play some other games first. One finger, then two, then three, and before I knew it, half a hand was up my butt! I really don't know how long he worked my ass that way, or how far in he finally went. I was in an "expanded consciousness" zone and didn't fuckin' care! The deeper, the harder, the rougher, the better! What I do remember is that this guy was into some hard inside work. My ass was sore from the night before and the long slow fuckings I had gotten from Marc, so this guy’s pounding was pushing my limits. I could feel myself being punched up inside. Holy shit. What was I going to do? Impaled on this guys arm there was nothing TO do.

Eventually he pulled out, cleaned up a little, then rolled over and shoved that huge prick up my ass and rode me. I was in heaven. I was sore as hell, but in heaven. It hurt, but I knew that meant I was torn up inside and that thought made me even hotter. He kept passing me poppers as he ram fucked my hole. When he finally exploded it felt like a geyser had broken loose. "You really want my poz cum up that torn up hole of yours?" he asked. "Oh, yeah. All of it, baby!" So he lit it rip, so to speak. And because I was roughed up inside, I could feel every big and little splash of it!

I hadn't cum yet. So he asked me how I'd liked the fuck. "Great," I said. "The only way it could be better is if I'd been beaten, too." That got his attention. He made a huge fist and asked me how I liked my beatings! How lucky could I be! "Hey man, you're the aggressor, you do it as you like." And while I laid there hard as a rock, he started to pummel me! I have a black eye still. And a tender rib cage. "You better cum quick or I'll beat the shit out of you," he said. "Wait," I said. "I know what would be hot for me." "OK, faggot, what do you want?" "Take that bungee cord and wrap it tight around my neck."

"How tight?" "If I really go unconscious, you'd best let it up."

So he wrapped it around my neck and pulled. As strong as he was, it wasn't long before I could feel myself blacking out. A hit of poppers pushed me right over the edge just as I lost consciousness. I'm not sure how long I was out. The fucker was a gentleman. There he was, waiting to be paid off. I've filed his number for future reference.

Before many hours had passed, though, my slutting instincts had taken over again and I knew I had to have more. Which makes it, I think, EARLY SATURDAY EVENING. The yellow pages boys were too sleek for what I knew I needed now. I needed a street walker. Much to my delight, I found two! They had to treat me with kid gloves. By then, my black eye was enormous. "Hey man, shouldn't we take you to the hospital or something?" asked one. "You shithead, they'll think we did it to him!" said the other.

"Relax, boys, I'll be OK. Just come fuck the shit out of me in your own special ways." We went to fuck around at a place one of them keeps near Santa Monica Boulevard. I had seen them before on the street, so I felt mostly safe. I'd already had my violence rush for the day, so I didn't need to feel unsafe! And I was super fucking sore inside and out, so I didn't need to be roughed up anymore. It was strange, in some odd ways. We made love in this gentle little ménage à trois and it was like real, old-fashioned love making. They knew I wanted it bareback, and they were happy to accommodate me. And I, they. No lights and sirens, no fireworks, just lots of cum in all the right places. It was great. See you on the street, guys!

SUNDAY I TOOK THE DAY OFF, SORT OF, but by Sunday evening, I was ready for it again. On-line I had located boy from LA who didn't usually get paid, but was willing to let me pay him to poz up my ass if I wanted him to. So he came over, and we made our fun. He was youngish, maybe 23 or so. He hadn't been certified poz for very long, and was just getting into sharing the poison seed around. I told him I was trying to re-infect as much as possible, and that got him hot and bothered. And so another load went up my ass! But he also asked for a rim job. Best rim jobs in California here, so I obliged him.

That got him all hot again, and before I knew it, I had another load creaming down my throat. And he was another one without enough experience to be comfortable pissing down a guy’s throat, so I helped him practice as much as he could. But that turned him on in reverse, and suddenly he wanted me to whiz down his throat! How could I refuse??

WHAT WAS I TO DO? THERE WAS STILL MONDAY when in early afternoon I checked in on the little Asian call boy I'd laid last weekend. He sounded like he'd been sitting by the phone waiting for my call for days (do girls still do that sort of thing?). He was ready, he said. He wanted it again. He hadn't had sex all week, because he didn't want to spoil the seed. I told him I didn't think it worked that way. Then I told him to get his ass over to my place and get what he had coming! Upon arrival his first question was “What the hell happened to you?" "Don't worry. I found a new buddy who threw me a punch or two," I said. "It was great.” "Doesn't it hurt?" he worried. "Isn't that the point?" I replied. That kind of freaked him out. He clearly didn't want it to happen to him. “Don't worry”, I said. “It won't. At least not here.”

"You don't want me to do that, do you?" “No,” I chuckled, “once a weekend is enough.” As we were talking, though, I could tell that something about it was making him horny. His cock was pressing hard up against the front of the athletic shorts he was wearing. That made me horny again (doesn't take much) and he could see my dick responding. I had met him naked at the door. And suddenly he was down on it. I could tell he wanted more of what he had last weekend. "You want it again, don't you?" I asked. "Oh, God, I want it so bad, so much," he said. "Tell me how much you want it, baby doll."

All of a sudden he's weeping all over my penis telling me how great it was to know for sure that the seed I'd given him was certified poz. I was finally coming out of the chemical haze I'd spent much of the weekend in. The coming out was great too. Suddenly he was all over my dick, practically climbing onto it. Last week I slowed him down. This week I just let him have his way with me.

We went to the bedroom. By now we're both rock hard, and waiting to jump each other's bones.

I laid down intending to arrange things and get comfortable, but all of a sudden, he climbed on top of me and had let himself down onto my cock. I just let him have at it. "Go for it, baby doll." And he rocked away on my dick until he brought me off in his ass! Again with the tears and the gratitude. "OK, baby doll, I get it." "Can I stay? Would you be able to do this again?" “I don't know, I've been playing pretty hard,” I said. But he did stay, for about eight hours, and I was able to give him what he wanted. And he got to practice his new skills as well. At the end of the evening, when he was ready to home, he turned to me as I reached for my wallet. "No, here. I want you to have your money back from last week. You've given me what I wanted. Here's your money. And here's some more." FUCK! The kid wanted to pay me! And I took it! Stunned, I took it! I'm a whore! A pay-for-play boy! A rent-boy! Well, the whore bit's really no secret, is it. Goes with being the poz slut that I am…. So, men. How was your weekend? Irish

Good, PigBreeder. I'm glad you enjoyed the double entendre.

That's an amazingly perfect ass.

Pigbreeder and Jimmy01420, I think of this work as one where the writer 'doth protest too much', or perhaps in the sense of the bottom who, while getting fucked, says "don't"..."stop"...." Does he mean "don't do it" or does he mean "don't stop"? I chose the title thinking it would support the ambiguity of the work. The word 'admonition' usually means 'a warning' or 'mild rebuke' but the root, the verb monere, means simple 'to remind'. The salacious tone of this work, when contrasted with the so-called warning seems to hint at this type of tongue-in-cheek intent.

I agree, PigBreeder, and generally am not sympathetic to a bottom who barebacks and yet manifests surprise when he converts, let alone in this case when the bottom tries to somehow pin it on one of his partners. I think the view that one should assume all guys are positive, and take precautions as one's situation merits makes the most sense. The original version of this story was a bit particular story. I rewrote substantial portions to try to make it tie together better - for better or worse! Perhaps I should simply have trashed it, as I did many of the stories I was copying that were utterly inane.

When it rains it pours.

I was very surprised this past Saturday. I met a client in mid-afternoon at a coffee shop in downtown Philadelphia, and, having a couple of uncommitted hours, I dropped into the nearest bath house. I usually really like to visit the steam room, and (for once) the mechanism was working correctly and the steam room was very nice. Within a minute or two a hairy bearded (uncut cock, average length and width) German guy walked in (about 45 years old, I suppose, about 5'8") and almost immediately presented himself for oral pleasure. He was nice. Didn't come, but that's okay. He seemed to want to fuck, but it didn't happen.

No sooner had the German left than a much younger guy (30 year old, 6' 7", smooth, piercings in his cheeks and tits, bleached hair, thick cock) came in and he likewise wanted to play. Of course our height difference made matters challenging (I'm 5' 5"). We kissed as I played with his I sucked him and stroked his body. He wanted an introductory blow job, followed by the opportunity to fuck me, so he was playing with my ass, and at various points rimmed me with great enthusiasm. He stated he really liked stocky guys, and I was perfect for him. How rare his type is! Most guys are not interested in stocky men. In any event, the heat was getting to both of us, so we left the steam room, he took a shower and I wandered around, assuming we'd meet-up again.

About an hour later a really attractive guy (about 35 years old, black goatee, hairy chest) gave me 'the look' and invited me into his room. He was also very interested in my build, excitedly exclaiming on the dimensions of my arms, shoulders and legs, not to mention the length and girth of my cock, which isn't huge, but it is disproportionately large for my height (about 6" long, and fairly thick). Once there he began to finger-fuck me, and I impressed by his skill in getting my hole to open-up. Then he bade me to get on lay on my back in which I braced my legs against the walls of the insanely narrow room. (On second thought one wonders if the rooms aren't exceeding narrow to accommodate just such anchoring, so to speak!).

He began an energetic rimming session in which he slobbered generously on my hole, only too soon followed by rubbing his hard cockhead on my hole, clearly looking for permission to penetrate me. I was so ready I couldn't believe it. I nodded and said "I want your load, Buddy" hoping he'd take my drift. He did, pressing his cock into my hole, adding spit as needed. I was in heaven. It had been more than a year since I was fucked, and here I was being fucked by an expert.

He began the usual hip gyrations and I suspect he was drooling pre-cum as the going got easy quite quickly. He was apparently near the edge and within about two minutes he tensed-up and groaned in a loud, heart-felt expression "I'm coming, man!" And so it was. Beautiful. An excellent fuck.

Departing from him, I was close to leaving when I reconnected with the 30 year old with the piercings. Back in his room we played a bit more. Although he said he was exclusively a top, his cock got hardest with a combination of sucking him and finger fucking him. Although he never really got hard, however, he did eventually come. His load was delicious. .

So, in the course of about two and a half hours I played with three guys, and all three were very appealing. It was an unusually successful visit. That was my weekend!

Thought I'd share a couple of adventures as of late. Both happened at the Club Body Center on Chancellor Street in Philadelphia. Both occurred as I was ready to leave after I thought I'd exhausted all the good options in place.

The first one was with a hot older guy - said he was 50 but looked 30, hot tight body, some chest hair, shaved head, goatee, nipple piercings and great 8" cock. He was sitting alone in a common room up on the fourth floor, watching the porn flick. All the guys were just staring at him, afraid to approach. I figured I had nothing to lose and hoped that, upon latching onto my cock, he'd want it as much as I wanted him. I was right! After a good twenty minutes just petting each other in front of all the lusting men, we decided to move to more private quarters in his room on the third floor. We moved down stairs and proceeded immediately to fuck. I topped, he bottomed. He had a great ass. It opened-up readily, but never lost it’s grip. In addition, his ass and hole were beautiful to boot: solid, somewhat hairy cheeks, and perfect asslips that begged to be rimmed, tongued, finger-fucked and penetrated by an appreciative man. I fuckin’ rode him for some fifteen minutes just rocking him back and forth, and playing with his shaved head, nipples and of course, his heavy, veiny cock which was steadily oozing pre-cum. Neither of us came which was surprising, at least for me. Then again I had played with several guys that night and shot my load earlier when some guy was blowing me.

We took a break and he started playing with my ass. He saw how tight I was and asked if I wanted to bottom. Fuck yeah! I love flip fucking, and not that many guys are into it. Before I knew it, he was in me. Fuck, a nice hard cock in my tight ass just gets me going. He opened my hole up wide fucking me in every position possible. He asked where I wanted him to cum, and I said for him to hold on, that I wasn't sure if I wanted to take his load in my ass. He replied he had already cum once inside me and was ready to shoot again. This made-up my mind, and I gave the go-ahead and he shot his load up my hole. With this I was determined to give him my load, so I disengaged, got him on his back, ate his hole for a few minutes, and slid in on a blanket of spit. My balls were right on the edge, and I quickly gave him my load. Sweet!

After a few minutes, we were both rock hard again. He offered again to fuck me but I decide to blow his big cock instead this time! Hot seeing how much cum he had left in his balls. Besides, his cock was so physically beautiful I wanted to play with it orally and manually. It didn’t take too long before he blew a thick, salty, delicious load in my mouth. Guess never underestimate age! We've spoken on the phone since and plan to connect soon.

The other was another a last minute encounter as I was making my last round with the view to splitting and getting some dinner. He was a hot blonde bodybuilder who immediately grabbed me and pulled me into an empty room that was awaiting the clean-up guy. Well, who am I to say no to a hot guy? We started to play and he had a great big cock. Again about 8" and thick! Maybe too thick for comfort, so I made the move to fuck him, and he was accommodating. Fortunately, while he said he didn't often bottom, he took my cock without difficulty. It was excellent. Made me so hot - he was on his back, I kneeling behind him - his legs on my shoulders, me staring down at his perfect, smooth pecs, washboard abs. He was so beautiful, so masculine, I was lost in the moment and came twice in his ass in rapid succession. Didn’t pull out once! That seldom happens for me, so it was a real treat. Definitely plan to meet him again so we can switch positions!

That's all for now! Hope you share your stories soon.

I just noticed these two stories are related, so I've merged the threads.

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Hey guys.... I want to tell you about a nice hot encounter I had at the baths somewhere here in Los Angeles yesterday. Here's the story. I walk into the baths about 4 P.M. horny as fuckin’ hell, and immediately I saw this Latino guy who got in there about the same time I did, just finished showering and toweling off.

Man, this was the same guy I met a few months before when we fucked and he took my load! On that occasion we fucked standing up, he was bent over I plowed into him, all the while slapping his butt cheeks until l I finally came, blowing my load into him. What made me remember that particular encounter was him wiggling his butt up to the very end to catch my last remaining jizzzz..... HOT! When I walked out of the baths, I had a HUGE smile on my face knowing some guy was carrying my load in his ass, and I imagined he probably was walking around with an equally big grin, that he was whistling, contented and happy albeit perhaps somewhat sore. I occasionally had thoughts of the guy, and wondered why the hell we hadn’t traded telephone or e-mail addresses.

So here we were again today for a repeat performance, I hoped, and maybe to get his telephone number. Now for the essentials, the guy's about 30 years old, a goatee, 5'8”, shaved head with a little left on the top, some hair on the chest and legs -- the kind that curls on itself -- nicely muscled, smooth skinned, small waist, average uncut cock, low-hanging balls, GREAT legs, and a BIG BUTT that sticks out. Me? I’m 5'5” 150 beefy and muscular, built like a wrestler, good arms and legs, of German-Irish stock, hairy. I’m normally a bottom and can take a severe pounding. The only thing that can convert me to a top is seeing another stud who needs it more badly than do I.

I zeroed into the guy in the corridor, and our eyes locked. Bingo - he recognized me. A smile crosses his lips. I touched his chest and he stopped. I moved behind him and he stood still, his legs spread slightly apart, inviting exploration. I slipped my hand and reach behind the towel draped over his butt, knowing what to expect. Just like what I found the first time we played: his butt was lubed and ready. Big stud. Moist, sweet hole. This looked promising. I signaled him to follow me and we went to the only available room, an open cubicle with the door removed. He lay on the bed and right away I focused on his asslips, massaging them and slipping a finger inside his hot hole. He moaned loudly. I smiled a little to myself; I know how this is going to end. I lubed-up his hole and my cock, knowing what he wanted: no rubbers, just pure raw fucking sex. Man-to-man skin.

"You like taking loads up your hole, don't you?" I whispered in a seductive tone into his ear. "Yessssss," he murmured in his charmingly accented English, turning onto his back. I raised his legs on my shoulders and slipped my ready drooling cock into his hole. He audibly gasped and, kneeling on the bed, I began to fuck him. It was intense. We managed to lock lips and suck tongue. I held his head in a vise as he chewed on my nips, and my other hand playing with his right tit. Obviously he was rather flexible, particularly for a man of his build. Slipping my cock out of his hole, and standing up, I turned him around and, fucked him some more while he was on all fours on the bed. This time my fingers slipped into his mouth and he sucked hungrily. Before I knew it, a small crowd had gathered to watch. Fortunately no one made to turn this into an uncontrolled free-for-all. Instead the guys were generally content to watch, stroke themselves, and, for all I know, play with each other.

Finally, I again pulled out, and pulled him into a standing position with his ass in the door way, and his chest and head cradled against my chest. Reaching around and spreading his cheeks, I motioned to a nearby, nicely hung guy to fuck him. He was there in an instant and slipped his cock into my buddy’s hole while he, in turn, was content to suck on my nips, his body angled back, legs splayed to get maximum penetration. I felt like a pimp, whoring this guy out, and I used my hands to spread his butt cheeks even farther apart. "Fuck his ass, fuck him, man" I rasped. "Fuck his asshole and shoot your load into him. This pig wants it!"

My partner was huffing at this point, meeting each thrust with a gasp. In a few minutes, the top tensed-up, obviously cumming in the bottom’s hole. I slipped my fingers into my partner's hole to check him out. He was wet with cum - the perfect lube. Nice. Master of Ceremony that I am, I pulled him slightly into the cubicle, and moving around and kneeling down, ate his ass out, licking the thick, salty cum. Standing up and again positioning the bottom in the door way, I again took him into my embrace, gesturing for another guy with an impressively hard cock. He stepped to the front of the crowd, and sliding his cock into my buddy’s hole, proceeded to fuck. Again, raw, and again I did the same thing I did for the first guy. I spread my partner's cheeks wide open, whispering obscenities in his ear and egging the second guy to deposit his load in the hot manhole. In another few minutes, the second top obliged by giving my partner a second load in his hole.

‘That's it’, I thought to myself ‘my turn now’. I pushed him savagely against the bed and fucked him. Man, it was great. I could feel the cum of the two guys who preceded me. His asshole felt nice, warm and slushy. The way it is when a hot guy has a couple of loads up there. I fucked as the bottom beat his pole. Quickly enough I shot a third load in his hole. Three loads - great. "I’m cumming" he groaned as he shot a nice load on the floor. We straightened-up, and caught our breath, laughing a bit - perhaps a bit shakily, heading for the showers. He said "man, that was a first time for me. I feel like such a total tramp." I could tell, however, he liked it with that smirk on his face. He admitted as much when he said "hey, I’m gonna be thinking about this for awhile."

End of story? Not quite. We showered together, soaping and rinsing each other. Toweling off, we kissed, and our cocks stirring again, I concluded that, pigs that we were, we hadn’t had enough. So I dragged him into a toilet cubicle. Round fuckin’ whatever. We’d lost count. I sat on the commode and with his ass facing me, I made him bend over and spread his cheeks again while I rimmed and ate-out his hole. Of course I finger fucked him all over. The next moment, my cock was at full attention and he was more than ready to take some more pounding. He sat on my cock, as I thought how he’d just taken three loads. I fucked him harder. Picture it: we're there in a toilet cubicle, a couple of pigs, his muscled back and thighs bouncing up and down, his hole clamping down on my cock, coaxing it to give another load. This guy's hole is obviously insatiable... just like mine, by the way (but that's the subject of another story). We fucked like that for a few more minutes until his legs start to give out. Reluctantly, I pulled out and turned him around. I started sucking him while my fingers snaked around into his hole, doing my damned best to massage his prostate. I was successful as his cock swelled-up, his balls pulled-up, and slowly, sweetly, he came a second time, this time into my mouth. The load poured out of him like warm milk. I swallowed it tenderly. Massaging my shoulders and neck, he rained soft kisses on my head as he pumped the last of his cum into my mouth. Again, we laughed and shook some oxygen back into our heads, heading back to the showers to prepare ourselves to re-enter the sunlight.

Yes, we traded numbers. M_______, his name is. I will make sure I follow-up with him again. He’s a keeper.

I met this one guy when I was on AOL and went to his apartment in a neighboring county. He told that he was into bareback sex only, so I kind of took that as a clue that me might be poz or wanted to be pozzed. He didn’t ask me my status, so I didn’t tell him I was poz. Well, when I progressed from rimming his hole to rubbing my cock across it, he offered me condoms if I wanted them. I declined. We started to fuck hot and sweaty, the whole time he said, "give it to me" give me your baby batter.” He really wanted me to cum in his ass bad. Now this was the first guy I had barebacked in seven years since I found out I was poz where the bottom gave me permission to cum in his ass. Well, I obliged him and shot my hot load up his ass. We got together a couple more times and repeated the performance.

A week or so later I was chatting with a different guy on AOL. The conversation had continued to the point we determined we were sexually compatible; we had exchanged photographs and were physically attractive to each other, and had exchanged telephone numbers. I had just disclosed my status to him when the on-line connection was broken. Within seconds the telephone rang, and I assumed it was the new guy, and that he was calling me to set-up a fuck session. I opened the conversation by saying “So you don't have any problems with my being poz?” It was then that the guy on the other end of the line said "so when were you going to get around to telling me this?” It was then that I realized it was this guy that I had fucked two times prior. Lord you could have heard a pin drop.

I said that I figured that since you wanted bareback that you must be poz too. It was then that he disclosed to me that just two weeks prior to us fucking that he found out that he also was poz.

Ever since I have made it a point to disclose that I am poz as so that doesn't happen again. I have screwed with guys bareback before, but never came in their ass, always on the back. Guess with this case I was really lucky. Now I won't assume that if someone is into bareback that he is positive.

This isn't much, but it’s something. Hope you can use it.

I used to be a closet college boy who used to dream about getting fucked by guys all the time. After I left my friends, I would go home and put in my porn tapes and j/o all night. It used to be such a turn on to see the boys getting fucked bareback. I would always rent the older tapes and my favorites are Jean Paul Cadinot.

I thought that it was about time that I went deeper into my desires, so I started calling the talk line to meet guys and hear about their hot stories. Soon after that I found myself lurking around the bookstores still dreaming of getting fucked like the guys on my videos. Finally, I met this guy on-line who happened to go to the same school I did. We used to talk a lot on the phone about all the nasty sex we wanted. He, being more experienced than I, regaled me with tales of his sexual trysts with guys - mostly bath house and dark room type experiences. I drew lavishly on my memories of porn, and fed him stories concocted from Cadinot and others.

Down the road, my new phone friend would tell me about guys getting fucked raw and taking poz loads. For some reason, this used to make my dick soooo hard and wet. Now I was more determined than ever. I finally invited my new friend over. HOT HOT HOT guy! I couldn't have been more excited. He was about 5'8", 160 pounds, fairly muscular, slightly hairy chest, and had a scruffy beard. His dick was about 6", unusually large balls, and a really hairy bush and taint. Fucking excellent! We started touching, kissing and jacking off and did so for about half an hour or so. I was so turned on by him. He was so nasty. At some point we progressed to ass-play, and our mutual tongue and fingers were busy pleasuring each other. Finally I asked him to fuck me. Bareback, of course. Although he was a bottom he obliged and mounted my hole. I was dripping with lust. I wanted that dick more than I ever wanted anything. He talked dirty to me while he fucked me and I snorted on his poppers. I knew my hole must have been opening wide because it never hurt. All I could hear was the sound of his pre-cum slurping in my hole. He kept telling me take his nasty dick. I knew that that he was getting close because he kept moaning and telling me to take his nasty raw dick. Finally, he moaned really loud - looked right into my eyes and said "you want this load?" "Yes" I screamed. "Yeah - I want your poz load!"

That was about the time that I almost blacked out. My dick spurted cum everywhere. I knew my hole opened like I never thought that it could. It seemed to suck his dick to take every last drop of that load. I've never felt that amazing again. I asked him why he never told me about being poz. He said that he knew I wanted it and he was the one that was going to give it to me.

Weeks later I converted. I can't say why but as hot as it was and all, I really did want it. Now I get as much dick as I can and have on occasion dropped a few loads into willing hungry nasty holes at the bookstore.