Hotload84

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

Thanks for writing; I had to jerk off after reading your note. I’d love to have a birthday celebration like that, get trashed and seeded by a bunch of poz guys. The 30-year-old poz guy I mentioned first fucked me maybe two years ago. At the time, I had no idea of his status. He picked me up at a club - I seem to recall that, before we left for my place, he made sure that I would let him fuck me bare. He was a great, rough fucker and gave me three loads up my ass. It was great - I was sore in all the right places! A few weeks later a friend of mine pointed him out at a club, and warned me to stay away from him, as he was poz and promiscuous. I didn’t say anything, but was in turmoil: excited and frightened, in equal proportions. I was tested twice after that, both times negative, so I didn’t sero-convert, at least at that time. I stayed clear off him for a year or so, but exchanged nods at one club or another. Last summer we left a club at the same time, and walked together for a while. When we passed a dark park, he started to come on to me and said he wanted to fuck me. We went to the park and I sucked him off, but would not let him have my ass. I did swallow his load though. The idea of getting fucked by him again, however, haunted me. A few weeks later I saw him again at a club. I went up to him and said I would let him fuck me if he still wanted to. As he had done before, he verified I was agreeable to barebacking. I told him I was neg, and that I usually played safe, but I’d let him do it bare cause I was so hot for him. I could see that this really turned him on. Back at my apartment, I barely tasted his dick before it was buried deep in my hole. He stayed the night, and blew four loads up my ass. He also made sure that I kept his seed inside me and let it absorb. We’ve been together maybe five times since then. He has never said anything about his HIV-status, and I never told him I knew he is positive. It seems he especially likes young guys who, in my estimation, have an innocent look. Guess I’m characterizing myself here. In any event, I have often seen him leave a club with youngish-looking guys. As far as I know, my friends are not aware I’ve been fucking with him; I certainly have not told anyone. While many of my friends will admit to fucking bare, I don’t think any of us would confess to bugchasing. We rarely discuss HIV or anything like that. I’m way over-due for being tested. One of these days, I guess. Please let me know if you fuck this guy again, or if anything else hot happens. I will keep you posted also. Take it easy.

Hey there! Having been a professional twit all last week and through half the weekend, I'm taking the day WAY off. So, while the memory still lingers, I'll fill you in on my Texas student that I finally had. I had begun to be sure the Texan was flaking out on me. At last he and my Asian boy called within about an hour of each other last Monday. What to do? It was easiest to arrange for my Texas boy to cum right over. I told you the freaky way we met. He got a copy of my story about fucking with the guy I knew was dying, and it got him all hot. I eventually told him via e-mail about my KS, and he went bonkers about wanting to meet me. We met one evening, as a "get acquainted session." I think he wanted to check his gonad's reactions to me. Then a couple more e-mails. Then the call -- "Cum on over!" I think most gay men have a fairly well-developed fantasy life. This guy's entire fantasy seemed to center on getting AIDS. And especially, getting it from someone who has it! He fucks around a lot with his boyfriend, but seems to feel he's negative. Oh, well, not anymore. He's as sicko twisted as I am. When he got to the house, he was barely inside the front door when suddenly he was bare inside the front door! Having met beforehand, we felt no need for undue modesty. I was quickly naked as well. And suddenly there we were, writhing around, making out on the carpet of the living room! I generally like to set the tone for the action, but I had no chance. He was up my asshole with his tongue, slathering around on my dick with HIS tongue, kissing and licking me all over my body, and begging to be infected. And the more he begged for it, the harder we both got. But hey, I'm gonna have for the rest of my life. What's the hurry? He wanted to blow me right there. "Like you're gonna blow me if I ever get too sick to fuck you?" "Oh yeah, man. Let me take your first load down my throat." "You know, it's more effective if you take it up your ass. The virus gets around inside you better that way, you know. I can always give you another load later wherever you want it. Why don't you let me get you ready for your fuck-of-death?" "Oh, shit man, I want it! Fuck me here man. Fuck me right now, no lube, no nothing!" "Just relax, baby," I said. "Let me take you to the bedroom, make us both comfortable, and get you prepared for the most intense fuck of your life." I knew his imagination would make it just that: the most intense fuck of his life. We went off to the bedroom and I arranged him tummy down on the bed. "When I kissed you, I didn't feel your KS. Do you really have it?" I stuck my tongue out at him and lifted the tip to touch my nose, so the bottom was exposed to his inspection. "Oh fuck, man, can I suck on it? I want to taste it!" So before I got around to gathering play things to rough up his asshole with, I let him deep kiss me again. This time we just kept rolling his tongue back and forth under mine in my mouth. Finally he came up for air. "O God, I'm gonna cream if I don't stop." "We'll have none of that, baby. You lay back down and relax, and I'll get some play things." He did as he was told, sensing that I would not give him what he wanted so bad if he didn't. I gathered up my own toys from the shelf where I keep them: a couple of dildos and the like. Also, the short, half-inch, sanded wooden dowel I use on myself when I want my ass roughed up. No splinters, but the dry wooden surface snags the tissues all over the place and makes them bleed, leaving them open for immediate infection! I wipe these off with water after each use, but of course, I never disinfect them, so they carry whatever is inside me inside the next guy! I used a couple of dildos on him first. One to open him up, and a second one with ridges to make his butt tissue swell a little. The groaning and humping noises he made turned me on more and more. Finally I took my little wooden tool in hand. It's not long enough to make any deep internal tears. I slid it up his lubed ass and started shoving it back and forth hard enough to make heat and twisting it a little. Suddenly his groans of pleasure were squeals of near panic and pain. "Oh fuck it hurts!" "It makes your ass better to take my sick, HIV AIDS cum, baby. You still want that, don't you? You want me to stop?" "Oh, no, don't stop. But hurry. Please hurry! It's really hurts, man." "Shut up, ya sicko. You love my sickness. Each minute you have to wait, I may be getting a little sicker. You want your AIDS from a sick guy, don't you?" "Oh yeah man. But you got it. Give it to me! Please give it to me!" He was so fucking crazy to get fucked. His whining and moaning and begging made me so hot. "Shut up, fuck face. Here I come." What he couldn't see or know or guess was that his asshole was starting to really bleed. It must have been so fucking sore! I slid up his shit hole and was strangely possessed by the feeling of "joy" that rushed through me. We'd had no weed, no booze, just raw fuck-me-and-kill-me passion! I wanted to fuck the shit out of him and splash my diseased seed all over inside his ass. I was so hot, I was even afraid to take a hit of the poppers on the nightstand. I was sure I'd come in less than three minutes! But then I was able to get control of my mind and focus it on giving this boy the fuck of his life/death. "Do you like the feel of daddy's dick in your ass, baby?" Some of his blood from his already brutalized hole was mixing with the lube now. I was able to watch as it tinged everything around his hole a lovely, bright liquid red, including my dick! ?"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Fuck me! Give it to me! Oh, fuck it hurts. But it feels so good knowing you're infecting me. Give it to me!" "How did daddy's KS feel to suck on?" That pushed a button for him! I could feel his ass clamp hard on my prick as he remembered it. "O fuck, it was great man. I want to be sick like you are, man." It was such a wild thing for him! "I want to ride your sick cock over and over until it kills me!" What the images in his mind were at this point is anybody's guess. But the hotter it made him, the hotter his heat made me! I knew I needed a brief respite or I was going to unload in him then and there. "I'm gonna pull out for a second, baby." "No, don't! Fuck me, man! Don't quit till you infect me!" "Don't sweat, baby. You'll get your infection. I want you to roll over on your back. We'll put your legs in the air like a real whore. Then I'll fuck you over the edge. Then I'll finish fucking you to death!" Even though I'm not really "sick" yet, the sick and dying talk seemed to drive him absolutely wild. I slipped out of his ass, and in seconds he'd flipped onto his back and lifted his legs. When he did that, he could see some of the bloody mess that his asshole had become! "Oh shit, what'd you do to me, you asshole?" "Don't talk to daddy that way, Shithead!" I smacked him kind of hard with the back of my hand as I climbed over him and pinned his legs to his chest with my arms. "You said you wanted HIV from a guy getting sick. This way we both KNOW you're getting infected. 'Cause your pretty little ass tissues are all torn open, ready to receive my deadly germs. You want those deadly germs, don't you faggot? Or should I quit fucking you now?" "Oh, no man, don't stop. It scares me. Will I bleed to death while you fuck me?" By now I was already inside him. Even if the thought of dying scared him, it also made him hot. I could feel his ass clamp onto my dick as he talked. He was freaking out in all directions! "No, baby, you won't bleed to death. Just take a hit of the poppers and they'll take your mind off it." I held them out in the little inhaler I use for them, and hung onto them while he took a long hit. I took a hit myself and resumed my ride. He started wiggling underneath me to meet each thrust I aimed at him. "Fuck I want to cum!" he said. "Just hold that thought, baby. Let daddy ride." My balls were swollen so full of cum from thinking about the time I'd actually ride him that I wasn't going to last too much longer. We'd been at it for a total elapsed fuck of about 35 minutes. Pretty good for a guy that almost blew his load when the kid came in the door. And as much as his ass must've hurt, he was still clamping onto my dick in rhythm to my ride. Suddenly I couldn't hold off any longer. "Take my fucking AIDS cum, baby!" "Oh, shoot it inside me! Infect me! Fuck me full of your poz cum!" With little more encouragement, I blew a load inside him like I couldn't remember having done in quite some time. The fact that he was just so eager to get it was so hot. He took hold of his own dick and began to jerk off, but I grabbed his hand. "Not yet baby. Nobody cums here without my permission." He looked a little freaked out again, like I'd turned into a Nazi or something. I pulled my cock out of his sloppy ass. "In a minute I'll lick your ass up, make it feel better. First, you're gonna clean me up." He protested feebly as I moved up over him to drop my dick in his mouth. It was red with the action and with a little of the kid's own blood. When I was over his mouth, I began to smear my dick all over his face. He couldn't resist. He took the sticky thing in his mouth and started nursing for all he was worth. Suddenly I was hard again. I wasn't ready to blow a second load just yet, though. "Relax, kid, let it relax a little, now that you've cleaned it up. Let me lick your but a little and then maybe daddy will give you a load of piss." He had told me he liked drinking his BF's piss. I took a damp wash cloth, and wiped the grosser bits of his ass clean off. Then I put my tongue into his little rosebud for just a second. He almost leapt off the bed! "Shit that feels wild!" "Of course it does, baby. It's supposed to! Now, come over here and kneel and drink some piss for daddy!" So I got off the bed and stood, and he knelt at my feet. He took my dick in his mouth, and waited in beautiful submission. "It's OK to beat off now if you want, baby." Just as my piss started streaming down his throat, he blew his load all over my feet. Then he freaked me out! He bent down and started licking up his cum! And then he asked to taste my KS again. When I said "Of course," he started sucking on my tongue for all he was worth. "Oh God, thank you," he said. "This is how I wanted it to be. But God my ass is so sore. Will I ever be able to fuck again?" "Oh, sure. Want to come back next week some time?" "I don't know. I really hurt. But its so right. You've really given me the bug, haven't you. And in such a hot way. I guess I don't mind how much I hurt. I know you did it for my own good. For the HIV and all. I haven't been able to think about anything but getting AIDS from a guy like you since we first made contact. Wow. Thank you so much." "Sure thing. But I do feel compelled to follow through. I want to be sure you're really infected, after all. You've trusted me for it, and I feel a responsibility to be sure you really get it. I'll be away for several days, but I'll call you when I get back in town." "Yeah, thanks. That'd be good. Would you hold me?" Again with the kids who want it and then go all goo-goo when they get it! "Sure," I said, and wrapped him in my arms. He didn't really want to let go. After a while I told him I needed to call someone. He started to let go and I said "That's OK. All I need to do is get over there to the phone." I leaned into him and we fell across the bed so I could reach the phone on the other side of the night table. I called my Asianboy and begged off seeing him. We set up a time for the next morning, before I left town. I've seen him several times since that first wild fuck I gave him. And he's found another guy he KNOWS is HIV and is getting fucked by him too. My Texas boy and I talked for about half an hour after I made my phone appointment. Before he left, he asked to have that other load of cum I'd promised. "You want to blow me, baby?" "After what you just did to my ass, I think that's all I can do!" So he locked onto my dick as I laid back on the bed. It didn't take long. I blew a small fountain into the back of his throat. "That's it, baby. Drink daddy's poison cum." Piss with a cum chaser. Another job well done. I met Tetsu (he calls himself Tim here) the next morning, managed some great fireworks before I left town. We set up to see each other again later this week, now that I'm back in town. In the meantime I have called Joey the Texas boy to see how his ass is, and to talk about his follow-up inoculation. He hasn't called back yet. Do you think he will?

This version has a vicious element that troubles me. It was a tough call whether or not I should post it or trash it. *************************************************************************************************** I am pleased to report I had occasion to go hunting over the weekend. Business had me out of town in Tucson, Arizona. I took a room near the University this time as I recently found myself attracted to MUCH younger men. Since homosexuality itself is illegal in Arizona, I didn't figure other legalities matter much, either. I found a kid near a campus gay bar. I don’t know if it was an issue of age or money, but he was lurking about outside the bar, not belly-up to the bar. Luring him back to my room with the promise of a little liquor was easy enough. He informed me early on that I was just his type: a nice mature daddy with lots of facial hair. How flattering. It made the rest easy as child's play. He wanted to give head from the moment he came in the room. Great! I let him. Want to suck my ass kid? OOH, yeah, baby, shove your tongue up there, nice and deep! Make daddy feel it! Make daddy relax and feel wonderful! “OK, kid, it’s time to get fucked!” “No, man, I don't like to be fucked”, he said. “Too bad, fuck face. I'm taking your ass for my own.” It was a small struggle, but he eventually realized he couldn't match me. In short order, I had my bare cock, (lubed only with his slobber), sliding into his ass. I could tell why he didn't like to be fucked: he was as tight as the tightest I've ever fucked! I imagine his tissues were opening with every fucking stroke. I kept thinking about this other 26yo kid I'm preparing to take his deathfuck in a gang rape setting later this fall. You know him -- "barebackstud99". He says he's tight too. I thought, this must be what 99 feels like inside. Shit, what a ride that's going to be! I should dedicate this one to him... OK, 99, this fuck's for you! Of course, the more I thought about fucking 99, the closer I got, until I blew a heavy load of AIDS-laced cream into this baby's asshole. “Fuck! You're not wearing a condom!” “Don't worry baby, my AIDS isn't very far along.” “YOU HAVE AIDS????” “Sure do baby. And now so do you. Wanna freak out? It makes me hard, watching a guy freak out. I could probably blow another load of AIDS in you, if you want to freak out.” He couldn't help himself. Freak he did. And my cock got all rigid again without ever coming out of him, and it only took a few easy strokes in and out of his ass to bring me off, leaving a second deadly deposit in his ass. About then, I think he must've passed out from the stress of it all. I got him into my car, drove him off to the parking lot of the bar I'd found him lurking near, and rolled him out. Somewhere out there in AZ now is a young angel dealing with his new status, slowly converting from within into the monster 99 wishes to become. It makes me fucking hot to remember it! Good work, don't you think? Another life permanently changed, fucked literally to death because I wanted to.

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

Another version of this story. GREAT experiences bro. Really enjoyed them. Glad you spread your poz seed around. Not only is it fun, I would argue it’s a duty to share the bug with as many as we can. It’s natural. Part of the evolutionary process, if you will. I don't know what the final outcome will be in the long run, but anything natural is good. A little update: Brian, the 22 year old I'm doing now. He is such a nice kid. I really like him - maybe almost love him or at least as close as I ever get. It is such a lift for me to watch his progress: from a kid who didn't know anything and was missing it all to a happy proud gay man. When I look at him and know that I seeded him first and he's walking around with my bug all through him - well, what a great feeling. We've talked about him moving in with me. It might happen, but meanwhile he is living with two other guys, one about his age and a guy 24 or 25. Brian says they are just roommates and don't do anything with each other - yeah, I bet! The younger one is OK - straight and not too swift...but cute and I know I'll get around to drilling him one day. The older one is a total jerk and don't care if I breed him or not. Here's the wild part. Brian is smart, but what he knows about man-sex and HIV is what I’ve taught him. I told him it was fine with me if he gets it on with his roomies, but also told him that ONCE HE CONVERTS he should probably tell them and start playing safe with them till they want i. He agreed. In other words, the sweet kid is so naïve that he thinks he is safe until he knows he has converted. So there he is. He probably has taken positive 50 injections from me so far, and for all I know he is probably already sharing my bug with his roomies, including the creep. Gotta love it! So the dilemma is....do I have him move in with me and enjoy him for as long as it lasts, or let him circulate and spread my bug for me? We'll see. Had a great 4th. I went to Cleveland to hook up with some buds I hadn't seen for a while, meeting at the Leather Stallion. The place was packed early on and lots of men getting ready to go to the fireworks by drinking, both alcohol and cum - to be sure, lots of juice was going down throats. Six of us went to the fireworks together. We were pretty wasted by the time the fireworks started and there in the dark, I don't know what dicks went in what holes. It was a great experience with the fireworks going off and doing it more or less in the middle of a crowd where everyone could see. I had a lot also. Afterwards we went back to the club, closing the place. About twenty of us stayed after lock-up and slept there, butts and mouths all over the floor....sleeping in the slings. I know some neg holes were bred. Besides the regulars, there were a fair number of college kids there for the holiday - first timers with sort of a preppy attitude. The kind who thought they were really on the edge for visiting a leather and Levis club, but it didn’t occur to them how seriously some of us take our gift-giving. I did one kid I know was just there out of curiosity. I doubt he planned to get so wasted or to get bred, but this is speculation. We didn't bother with conversation. I just gave him a real rough and tough fucking from the rear. It wasn't a good fuck for either one of us - he was too far gone to help - but I got off on the idea that it was probably his first bareback and with the gouging I gave him he probably got a nice live charge in his system. I doubt he will remember it even when he gets his test results. Sweet! Yeah, I believe in sharing with as many as I can, but truth be known, it’s not hard to find partners. While most will preach the safe-sex line in public, when in private, bareback is the only way. Have a good weekend, buddy. Do one for me and I'll do one for you!

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

Here's another version of this story - In Tucson part of the weekend. WOW. Had a mind-warping experience over the weekend, even for me. But it was hot. Almost too hot for words. Went to visit an old college chum and his family Saturday afternoon while I was there. In the way-back-whens I had gone to his wedding. They gave birth to their first child the year we graduated. We were 22, and in the prime of our lives. They named the kid after his granddad and eventually had 6 more. We've stayed in close touch over the years. This young man has turned into a strapping young 21 year old. Fine looking boy. About 6'2, and maybe 200 pounds of solid muscle. Nicely cut features from his jaw down to his knees. And he looked like he was packing the same dong I remember seeing on his dad in college dorm shower days. His muscles come from working construction during the summer for the last several years. Nice and tan just because he lives in Tucson. No, I didn't fuck him on the kitchen table, in front of his parents or anything . . . Tho a good fantasy life IS a healthy thing! Where it got interesting was when I ran into the kid at the gay bar I hang out at when I'm over there. He was just old enough to get in – just had his 21st birthday a month or so ago. It was late that same night. Too say that both of us were a little surprised is an understatement! But there was no hiding for him, and I wasn't inclined to anyway. He eventually worked up the courage to come talk to me. I wasn't gonna press him on it. He needed to do it on his own. Did he hang out here often? "Only since I'm legal to get in." Was he interested in men? "Oh, yeah, definitely." He said he'd always suspected it, but when he got out of high school he decided it was time to really explore more fully. And being around half-naked, well-tanned men at construction sites for several summers only nailed his confidence in his leanings. In fact, he said he was surprised and a little alarmed at how attracted he was to me. "How so?" "Just your size, your shape, your beard, your intelligence. Does dad know you're gay?" "Oh, yes, your folks have known as long as I have." I didn't tell him about my status, or that his parents obviously had no idea about it either. And that's the first time I remember in a long while that my intelligence got a compliment as a matter of personal attraction! I was beginning to imagine how hot it would be to fuck over the son of an old friend and give him AIDS, the ultimate fuck of his life. I was getting hard just thinking about it. Besides, he reminded me, I was one of his dad's friends. But that wouldn't matter to him, if it didn't matter to me. WOW. This kid I've know since he was a baby was propositioning me! Offering himself. Then he dropped it. "Would you like to go somewhere and make out?" I was preparing to ask if he didn't. There was no way I could pass this up. "My hotel room OK?" "Sure. Got any joy juice there?" "No, but we can buy anything you like on the way there." "Dad says you're a whiskey drinker." "Yes, from way back!" "I'm learning to like it too. Let's go get some and get it on!" So we were off. We headed for my hotel, stopping at the liquor store on the way. He grabbed some ice (we got regular label blend, not the 10 year old single malt) while I made a call. He was no sooner in the door than he was pouring glasses of whiskey and shucking out of his clothes. I did the same. His 21 year old body was lovely to watch as it revealed itself: a wisp of hair running from his crotch up his tanned tummy and exploding across his chest; a tight lovely ass that begged to be sucked and fucked. And I was just the guy to do it. He was down on my dick, swallowing it up and getting it hard and delivering expert head; all I needed to do was lean back and enjoy it. He clearly had been doing this a while -- he knew what it was about. Then he leaned up for a kiss and some cuddling. I could not help wondering what was going through his head, having known me as a surrogate uncle most of his life. I was determined that he was going to get his death fuck – from ME -- that very night. It was a wild concept. It was so fucking hot -- fucking around with and fucking to death a kid I had known for years. As he kissed me deeply, he worked my nipples with each hand, so I returned the attentions, playing with his lovely chest. He was already rock hard imagining the intimacy of being screwed by someone he knew as well as me. I decided it was time to back him off emotionally a little. "You know, this changes our relationship entirely, but it also stays the same. I am not suddenly a lover or boyfriend. I have my life, and you have much growing to do." "Yeah, I figured. I am aware of as much, but figure that's the way things must be, otherwise everything would be screwed-up. Let’s have a great time, and let it be just that." "You got it, kid. Now, go down on me again!" "Sure thing!" He was all over in between my legs, licking up and down my shaft and taking both balls into his mouth, then sliding his tongue up and down in that tender area between my balls and anus, and suddenly flicking into my hole! It was great! I just let him go, moving all over my crotch like that, for 40 minutes or so. "Want to twist around, and let me work on that hard member drooping between your legs?" "You know, I'd rather get fucked." "I planned that, eventually." "I want it now, Lee. I've only been fucked a few times, always by guys younger than me. You're big enough for me to really feel it, and frankly, you’re more my type. I don't care for queeny college students and the inexperienced guys just coming out of their closet. I like men, but have trouble approaching them. You're different. It was easy with you. I want you to be my first real fuck. My first 'daddy,' if that doesn't offend you." "Sure thing, buddy. Get your ass over here. Let me lick you open a little, then you can have me inside you!" His ass was in front of my face in no time, and gave him the deepest rimming he ever had. In fact, I'm not sure he'd ever been rimmed at all. It drove him nuts. He was hard and dripping at the prospect of a daddy-fuck, he utterly crazy. Soon he was moaning and begging me to fuck him NOW! I slid up to his opening and slid IN! It was crazy-wild-wonderful. Fucking a boy I've known all his life. Fucking the son of an old friend. Giving him his death fuck. He didn't even ask about condoms. He just let me slide in! His younger boy lovers must have left him with no fear or little awareness. Or, maybe he was a chaser! I didn't go there. I pounded him for about fifteen minutes. Based on his moans I thought I was hitting his insides in just the right place. He confirmed as much when, in response to my question he replied "Oh, I'm great, man. I want you to explode inside me. Take me! Make me your slut!" I was getting hotter and hotter at the prospects of giving this kid his AIDS fuck. It was the first time I had done anything quite like it since I gave four of my regular fuck buddies syphilis when we were in college, and yes, I had done it on purpose! Just for the fucking fun of it! And I was churning in my nuts to do it again. About that time I exploded inside his guts with about the biggest load I've dropped in months. I could tell from his initial tightness that he didn't get fucked much at all, so I knew the virus would find its way in to him. He had been bucking onto my cock almost violently, shoving himself clear back into my pubes, impaling himself on my death rod. And when I exploded in him, he exploded on the sheets under him. "Sorry I couldn't save that for you, man." "That's OK, kiddo. Why don't you lick it up yourself?" So he did. I made no effort to pull out, so we had to do some tandem maneuvering, and he made no effort to pull out. In fact, he just kept himself plastered up on my cock, clinching his sphincter on and off and draining me of even a little more. "Can you do that again?" "You want me to?" "Yeah, it was hot being fucked by someone who's really my kind of man. Don't know when I'll get the chance again. And it was really hot being fucked by you! My dad's college roommate. You guys never played, did you?" "No, more is the pity, but I liked your mom, so I decided it was OK for your dad to date women!" He chuckled at that. I hadn't ever lost the hard-on that had seeded him with the last meaningful fuck of his life. By then he was rocking himself gently back and forth on my dick, and I was getting really stiff again. It wasn't long till I was really hard, and soon after that I could feel my dick swelling into a second, less generous, but just as deadly load of cum! He was working his own dick by then. "You just blew another load, didn't you?" "You noticed!" "Yeah. You have a great sense of humor. Let me roll over and blow another load myself, laying on my back." So I slipped out of him, he rolled over, and in no time he blew another VERY big, stringy, creamy load all over his tummy. He started gathering it in his fingers and taking it to his lips for tasting and swallowing. Then, I confess, he blew my mind: "You have AIDS, don't you." "Yes, I do. It's not information I freely offer, and you didn't ask. How did you know?" "Good. Just guessed, really. Do you think I'll get it now?" "There's a good chance. I've given it to others with just one fuck." "Good. I'm not a chaser, exactly. But I'm tired of freaking out and worrying about it. I'm glad it was you. It's like keeping it in the family." "The day may come when you get very sick. If you take real good care of yourself, you will probably last a long time, though." "Well, mom and dad know I'm gay, so they'll never need to know the details of how I got it. They can assume I got it from any of the tricks I've met. And maybe by the time I get really sick, they'll have figured out what to do about it. And I'll be real careful with it." "Yeah, maybe," I said. I was sailing in the stratosphere at having just given this kid AIDS. The son of an old friend. It was too wild for words. I found myself cataloguing how many of my old friends had sons that are or would be ripe for the seeding soon. It was too fucking crazy, man! Sunday was kind of a haze. I knew I would have major rebuilding work on this damn Mac when I got home, but I ignored it and rested in the glow of an AIDS fuck the like of which even I will not soon forget.

Here's another version of the above story. I reread your last note about your Ricardo. Are you filling him with more poison? Have you told him yet? I know I promised to tell you about my Asian boy here and about the Texas kid, but something has happened since that is just too hot And I want to tell you about it first! I spent the last week out of town here in So Cal at a professional convention at a little liberal arts college east of here in a town near the Mojave Desert. It's an annual event, so I know the campus and the town fairly well. There's a kid I've seen for years doing setup and stuff, who is part of the summer staff for the college. He was there again this year, looking better than ever. Tall, about 6 foot, with long dark hair down over his shoulders and gathered back to the back of his neck, and retro 70's sideburns clipped real close. Dark olive super-tanned complexion. And a really nice body. He's usually in workout clothes when I see him, setting up tables on the quad for receptions and such. This year he showed up in shorts. He has the hottest legs! Nice and hairy and darkly tanned and muscular. He quickly recognized I was cruising the hell out of him every time I saw him, and I was flattered when, this year, he started cruising back! He such a cutey! While I'm no dog, I was just surprised that he was getting into a daddy type like me! On Wednesday, I did the walk right up and chitchat thing, much against my better judgment. He was working, after all, with a few other student workers around. But he was all chatty back, pretended to give me directions when anyone else was in ear-shot. I learned his name was Eric, he was a grad student, about 24 years old, and had only recently come out (a Mormon boy, I learned later). Making some sort of excuse to his co-workers about taking me over to Campus Facilities, he grabbed me briefly by the cuff and pulled me off in one direction. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I could feel a raging hard-on under my suit trousers! As we waked out of earshot of others, I asked what exactly we were doing. It seemed he was as horny as I was, and wanted to get somewhere that we could do something about it. He was taking me to the college facilities warehouse to a room full of campus furniture where we could fuck our brains out privately! "Won't that get you, maybe both of us in trouble?" "Nah," he said. "I'm the crew chief this week and no one else is around except my crew, and they're going to be busy for hours." Arriving at a huge building on the edge of the campus, he unlocked the door, and after we entered the building, he re-locked the door from the inside and led me through a huge warehouse to a smaller room at the back. There were desks, tables, lab tables, lecture podiums, and, joy of joy, mattresses! "I could tell by the way you looked at me that you wanted me," he said. "And I don't know why, but I kind of get off on older men. What do you like to do?" About then I grabbed his dick through his shorts, and sure enough, it was already on its way to rock hard. "Are you sure we aren't going to make the tabloids in here?" He laughed. "Nah, we're OK man. You like what you feel?" "Yeah. Why don't you get out of it all, and I'll show you what I like to do." While he got out of his clothes, I skinned out of my suit, tie, all the professional trappings. I worked faster than he did (interestingly I had twice as many layers on) and the moment his dick popped out for inspection, I had it so deep down my throat he almost fell over. He was absolutely rigid in my mouth. After a while I turned him around and slid my tongue into his ass crack, licking and slobbering on and sucking his hole till his knees started shaking. "God that feels great. Nobody has ever done that. Doesn't it taste nasty?" "Hell no, buddy. You taste right fine! Can we do this more comfortably?" "Yeah, wait. Let me pull a mattress off the stack." Within minutes we had our little divan and we lay face to face, crotch to crotch, him nursing my raging dick and me with my head passed between his magnificent legs sucking on his hole. I have to confess, I was feeling like it might be a fine, fun thing to have his thang up MY hole, so after a while I asked if he liked fucking. "Actually not," he said. "I've tried a couple times, but I'd rather BE fucked, if that's OK with you." "Uh, yeah, I'd love to make you happy if that's what makes you happy! But I don't have any condoms." Noble of me, don't you think, to be up front? "Do you keep a supply hidden here somewhere?" "No, but that's OK. You look like a nice guy. Let's do it, cause I really like it. Tell me when you're ready to come, and I'll tell you if I want you to pull out, OK?" "Have you ever taken a load of cum up your ass?" "Not till now, but there's a first time for everything. You look like a nice guy. I see you here every year. So shut up and fuck me!" Not needing much more encouragement than that, I checked his ass with my fingers to be sure my rimming had lubed him up well. It had. And when my tongue is hard and up a man's shit-chute, my dick is always rock hard, too. So it was a short matter to rearrange him on our mattress, and slide myself right into his waiting hole. The excitement of doing it in a public room, even though we were locked in and no one was around, was really turning me hotter moment by moment as well. And he was groaning and pushing onto me every time I rocked myself into his ass. I wondered how many times he had been fucked, given his expertise and his clear enjoyment of it. So I actually asked him, right in mid-fuck! "Are you used to doing this a lot?" "Well, not a lot," he said. "But my big brother and his buddy used to fuck each other and let me watch, when I was a teen teenager. Eventually they invited me to learn. They didn't rape me. I wanted to learn. They were really enjoying it, I could tell, so I wanted to learn so I could enjoy it, too. It was so hot. And we did it a lot then, cause we shared a room till my brother went off to college. Then I didn't do nothing for years. A couple of years ago the urges came back, and I started looking for guys. I'm really into men like you, maybe ten years older than my age." I was flattered. I was at least twenty years older than he is! But the thought of him committing incest with someone doubtless every bit as good looking as he is really tied my nuts in knots! "O God, I'm gonna cum!" As I started to pull out, he whimpered slightly. "Do it inside me, buddy. No one's done it inside me since my brother and I quit. Please do it inside me!" So I shoved back in as deep and as far as I could, just as I went over the edge and pozZED his ass all over the place. I was still hard, laying there inside him thinking about him and his brother, when he brought himself off in his own hand, then turned so we could both lick his cum off his hand together, then tongue each others mouth and kiss. We must have kissed and embraced for another half hour. "I better get back to the boys on the quad," he eventually said. "Can we do this again? You will be here tomorrow, won't you?" "Yes, I'm here all week!" So we did it the next day, then I took him back to my hotel that night so we could it again in greater comfort. He never asked for a rubber. He never inquired about the funny spot his tongue would touch in my mouth. Finally, I had to tell him! "I figured. I really hoped. I figured if I was going to get it, and I knew I would, I'd like to get it from someone like you." How sweet. So, how was your week?

This story is almost certainly a more developed version of the above story. The details suggest someone worked on beefing it up considerably. I checked around, and the two buildings mentioned are on Temple's campus, and from the map I gather they are adjoining. Whether the restrooms exist - well, I'll let you ponder that question. I can't tell you how horny it makes me when it's a lovely spring night- what’s a boy to do? Cruise for sex, of course, and naturally I made the rounds of the university tea-rooms. The first restroom (in the basement of Conwell Hall) was jumping. One might think no one studied after-hours at Temple University! Well, maybe the women did - I wouldn’t know what they did outside class. All four stalls were occupied, and the three urinals were taken, two guys were continually washing their hands at the sink, and one man was lounging against the far wall. As always, the arrival of a new guy made everyone stop to scope him out, but within a few seconds matters returned to a normal slutty pitch, particularly as I was not subtle in my intentions. Of course I have no idea who was in the stalls beyond saying I doubt they were using the facilities for the intended purpose. The two at the sink were regulars, as I had seen them cruising earlier in the semester. Neither was of interest (both were a bit slender) - not to my taste. The two of the three guys at the urinals were black: one in a sharp suit with a bald head, the other a messenger- type with full head of dreadlocks. The last guy was a non-descript white guy. The guy leaning against the far wall was very much my type: early 30's, short and muscular, wide shoulders, narrow waist, with a nicely trimmed beard and exceptionally great eyes. He was wearing an inexpensive, shabby suit. He was about my height, 5'9" or so. I guess he weighed about 175 pounds to my 160 pounds. To my pleasure, he gave me a careful, approving scrutiny, so naturally I was happy to return his attentions with a bit of blatant mutual groping, at which time I sensed he was endowed with a particularly thick cock and full balls. Breaking off from our mutual, superficial exploration, he gestured for me to follow as he strode past the other men, heading out the door. I don’t think we exchanged a single word, but we understood each other without any misunderstanding. Following him up the staircase, he lead me to the elevator, punching in the button for the 10th floor. For a few seconds we continued our mutual, silent, approving exploration of each other. Arriving at the 10th floor, he again took the lead, guiding me through a warren of little used corridors I had never before seen, leading me to a bathroom in a secluded corner of what I have since learned was the adjoining Carnell Hall. An apt name, as it turned out. The restroom was empty. He headed to one of the five stalls, and sat down. I followed, and locked the door behind me. These were the old stalls: marble walls that ran from floors to ceiling, and wooden doors that came all the way to the floor. Without a word, he unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans. Instantly, his mouth was on my cock and balls. Shit, his mouth was hot and wet, and felt wonderful. I pulled away after a couple of minutes, and pulled him to his feet. I helped him out of his jacket and shirt. He was not wearing an undershirt so I could smell the man. His scent was intoxicating. His hairy pecs were, as I imagined, beautifully developed, and a very full treasure trail lead down over his nice firm gut that balanced out his torso quite well. I suspect this man was a manual laborer, and his body was the better for the daily workout. I went for his tits, and his hands went behind my head and pulled me harder against his chest. I fumbled with his belt and quickly his trousers and briefs fell to his knees. Taking his tumescent, hairy cock in my hands, I mentally measured it. I my involuntary "fuck!" was the first word we actually exchanged. I had to pull myself off his tits to admire it. As I anticipated, it was thick, long, and had a beautiful head. Frankly, it was as perfect cock, as ever I had seen. It stuck straight out from his crotch, the cut head was shining with pre-cum. "Fuck," I told him, "that's fucking beautiful." "Suck it," was all he said to me. Going down on my knees, he shoved that choker into me. I gagged a bit, but got into a good rhythm–all the way down, then all the way up. Practice makes perfect, and I was glad I had had ample practice giving head to dozens of men throughout Philadelphia and New York within the preceding couple of months. Otherwise, I would never have been able to give appropriate service to him. Guess it pays to be a slut. After a minute or so he sat down, pushed his trousers and briefs to his ankles and spread his legs wide apart. It was pretty fucking hot and obscene for me, kneeling in front of this stud on the commode, sucking his fat cock. Every now and again, he would hold my head down all the way, and squeeze me with his meaty thighs. When it got to the point when I would almost panic, he would release me. About this time I pulled my cock out of my trousers and began pleasuring myself, although I was careful not to go too far - I wanted to stretch this exchange out as long as possible before either of us blew. After a few minutes of doing this, he pushed me back, and kicked off his shoes and pants. Anchoring his feet against the door of the stall, he leaned back as far as he could, which had the effect of opening up his hole, with me still kneeling before him. He massaged his asslips, an open invitation for me to explore his butt. Need I say I was delighted for the invitation? Without hesitation I parted his cheeks and dove into his hot, musky, hairy hole. I must say, to this day I get tingly when I think about it: his ass ring was nice and thick and pouty, pink and soft. I chewed on it, licked it, dug into his hole - did everything I could think of to pleasure him. I felt the hairs around his butt chaff against my face - an extra enticement. Wondering if he wanted me to fuck him, I took the excuse of my aching knees for a reason to cease rimming him as I visibly struggled to my feet. Without a pause, he stripped me of all my clothing, and grabbed my waist and went down on me with great expertise. Clearly, he was not a novice. With one hand, he grabbed my balls and snuck a finger toward my hole. I squatted down onto it. I was glad I had lubed-up before I left my dorm. As he finger fucked me, and finding my prostate, he sucked harder and stroked my balls. I was so close it took only about thirty seconds before I came hard. I fucking loudly groaned and shot my wad into his mouth. I fired off five shots before calming down, and still he bobbed his head. I guess he was trying to keep from swallowing at least some of it, because cum coated his lips and beard, as well as my balls. He pulled off, grabbed my head and gave me a big wet kiss. My cum was salty and bitter against his thick tongue. He spit the rest of it in his hands and coated his dick. "C'mere." My stud grabbed my legs and pulled me close so I straddled the commode and his crotch, at which point he pushed me down onto his cock. Looking at me with those piercing blue eyes, he thrust up while pushing me down. The big head of his cock battered against my tight asshole. My hole readily opened-up, although I cannot pretend the pain was insubstantial: rather it radiated from my hole, energizing my entire body. I swear I heard a ‘pop’ when his head slipped into my ass. My cum eased the entry somewhat, but I was still (and am yet now) tight. With his hands on my shoulders, he jammed into me. I gasped and cursed, but it did not matter. He was in me up to his balls. I sat still on him, trying to adjust to the sudden invasion of that huge chunk of meat. He gave me a few seconds and started to chew my tits. Man, that helped a lot. Soon, he was thrusting and moving his big cock inside my ass, churning my guts around. The sounds of our grunting, and my ass slapping against his thighs and balls rang off the marble walls. He gripped my lower back and began to pound as hard as circumstances permitted. I was rubbing my pecs and nips raw against his chest hair. It was sending the wildest sensations all over. All he said was, "I'm gonna cum." The smell of fresh cum and hot ass juices filled the stall as he continued to pound away. I sensed a change in lubrication levels as he flooded my hole with his sperm, which was oozing all over his nuts and my ass. We were kissing again when he finally stopped fucking me. Reluctantly, I pulled off him, and stood up, backing away from the commode. He hard cock slapped against his belly when it left my ass. I smiled at him and kept my eyes on his as I sank down to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I did my duty by sucking that big fucker clean, licking up all his cum. I continued to suck that big fucking cock just because it tasted so good and felt so great in my mouth. He never got soft. He just kept staring at me with those intense eyes, watching with some satisfaction as I slobbered over his cock. He grabbed my hair and pulled me off his cock, and asked, "Are you safe?" On the spur I lied saying "Yeah, I'm neg, man." "Good." He turned me over and lined his dick up against my puffy sore hole. With a hard push, he sank into me, and I felt that wonderful stuffed cock feeling again. We were panting and grunting as he fucked me for another ten minutes or so as he worked-up a second load. My head was jammed against the stall door, my arms outspread against the corners of the stall in a frisk-me-stance. He just kept pounding. Once in a while, he would reach around and frig my erect cock or twist my tits, and a couple of times he would even try to slide a finger in along with his cock. I moaned extra loud at those moments. My back was all tingly and sore from his chest hair, each rub and push sent jolts of electric bites along my back, particularly when he hit my prostate. Soon, I heard his grunting become more urgent and I knew I was about to be creamed a second time. Beating my meat, I returned his question, asking "Are you safe?" As if it mattered at this point. Punctuating each word with a deep thrust, he replied "I don't think so, buddy." Then he gave me one more plunge and shot more cum into my ass. On cue I shot my second big wad all over door and my hand. We came down from orbit, but his dick was still in my ass. He whispered in my ear that he went for his test, but hadn't gotten the results yet. Turning around to face him, I gave him a long kiss and said, "I hope you're poz." He gave me a wicked grin. The joys of being a faggot!

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.