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

I didn't mean to do it. I just couldn't help myself. There are times I get overcome by my own lust, and I just get carried away. I was turned on when we finally met, he was my ideal of a "son" to my "dad". Though a little older than what you might conceive of as my son, he was nonetheless my ideal of what I want in a boy. And add to that the fact that he was in total leather, matching my outfit, it was just a match. We had chatted so much about this first meeting. We each knew what turned the other on. He liked my cigars and I liked his boyish good looks and attitude. And when we met and then kissed, it was that sort of 'dream come true' event. That first kiss seemed to last forever. Not only were our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands were exploring each other's bodies. And shortly he had my stiff, dripping cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees to give me one of those blowjobs you dream about. I was still smoking my cigar, and the smoke was about to fill the motel room, I was smoking so hard while he hit all the hot spots. When he rose up and kissed me again, tasting my cigar spit and me tasting that great cock /pre-cum taste on his lips, I was just too turned on. I had his belt loose and his jeans around his ankles before he knew what happened. And even though we were lip locked, I could still get his cock out of his jockstrap and feel the pre-cum on the tip of his cock. I rubbed it the length of his rock hard cock, and slipped my cock between his legs. I guess it was the way he opened his legs to let my cock in that so excited me. I could tell he wanted it then, even though he had told me he was still HIV negative and didn't want any raw sex with a poz guy like me. I had my hands up under his shirt working his nips and was kissing and licking his face till he was just a puppy in my paws. I gently moved him around, kissing his neck and massaging his ass cheeks, until I was behind him, nibbling his earlobes. That was when my stiff meat found his ass crack and set course for his asshole. I was pushing hard against him, trying to get my tongue in his ear, when he sort of fell against the wall and then braced himself against it with both hands, intending to turn back around, but by then I had a nip in each hand, having thrown down my dead cigar, and he was moving in response, enjoying it too much to protest. And my cockhead had found his puckered rosebud of an asshole, one of those that seems to have an arrow tattooed above it, saying "FUCK HERE". And I had him by the arms, holding him tight as I kissed and bit his neck. "Oh, Daddy!" he kept saying, over and over, as if he was trying to persuade himself not to resist. When I pushed and began to feel my cockhead penetrate, he stiffened. "Daddy, don't make me do this, please," he pleaded, and he turned his head slightly towards me. I reached around and kissed him. "It's gonna be OK, son, just relax," I said, and I made a hip thrust that popped him open. I love that feel on my cockhead, when you first pop a boy open like that. There is no feel like it in the world, tight and hot, and then so warm and wet and wonderful. I just couldn't help myself. Hugging him tightly, kissing all over his neck, so he didn't notice so much that I was impaling him on my cock. By the time I think he knew what was happening, he was fucked. I had my cock almost all the way up his ass. And he was loving it. I could tell he was trying to fight the urge, but wanting it so bad. All the time I was kissing him, I kept telling him it was fine, he was all right, this will be great, just relax and enjoy it, son, give yourself to your dad. Then suddenly he gave a kind of shudder, and bucked hard back against me. "Oh, Daddy, take me, take my ass, give me your cum!" "That's it son, enjoy this fuck, feel your Daddy's hard cock up your ass, love that stiff meat so deep inside you!" He was with me then, meeting every thrust. When I'd hit bottom he'd grab me hard and tight, as much fucking my dick with his ass as I was fucking his hole with my rod. "Make me your Boy, Daddy, fuck your Boy, show me how much you want me Daddy!" I was in the heavy strokes now, fucking his ass hard. My juices were flowing. When I get a hot ass like this, the first fuck is hot and heavy and doesn't take too long, so I knew I was getting close. "Where do you want Daddy's load, boy?" I asked, as I held him tight and humped him hard. "Give me your load, Daddy, make me your Boy, plant that load UP MY ASS!" He was bucking hard, and if I had really wanted to pull out, it would have been difficult, as he was in pace with me so well. "Oh, God, Son, I can't help it, here it is, take it boy, take Daddy's hot cum up your ass." "Daddy, show me how much you love me, fuck me, fuck my ass, give me your juice, Daddy, FUCK ME HARD!" I lit into him hard then, I could feel the cum move from my balls up the length of my shaft and begin to spurt out deep inside him. And I think he must've felt something, even though I know you have to learn to feel it when a guy cums up your ass. There was just something about the way he moved, like he was suckin’ the cum up deep inside himself. We both hit the spot at the same time. "OH GOD!" we both shouted in unison. "Here it is boy, here's Daddy's cream, take Daddy's load, you're MY BOY now!" "Hit me hard, Daddy, show me how much you love me, pound that cum in my hot hole - fuck me Daddy - FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!" I held him tight and shot my final spurts as deep inside as I could, knowing I was tying him to me in a way no man ever had before. I was converting him to my son in more ways than one. I was making him my BOY in a truly positive manner. His ass drew up so tight on my shaft, I thought sure he must be spurting his load. His ass was suckin’ the cum up deep, and he began to flex under me, I could feel his whole body moving, as if he was absorbing the sex and distributing it throughout his body. We held that position a long time. Sweat was dripping down my nose, and he was sweaty feeling as I ran my hands over his chest and caressed his nips. I still had all my clothes on, my fucking cock out of my pants, but otherwise still as I had walked into the room. His pants were around his ankles, but he still had on the jockstrap, shirt, vest and leather jacket. We both were soaked under all that clothing. But neither moved, we were still in that great Dad/Son connection, feeling the cum that bound us together. Eventually he stopped vibrating, coming back to reality, realizing what had happened. He sort of slumped at that point, I thought he might be crying, so I pulled out and turned him around and kissed him. He was crying, or at least he had tears in his eyes, so I kissed the tears away, and he began to respond. When I put my hand down to his crotch, I discovered a jock hanging heavy with cum. So I pulled off him, bent down and sucked the cum out of his jock, and pulled his limp, gooey cock out and sucked it clean. He was breathing very heavily now, I think partly shock and partly so turned on. Standing up, I led him to the bed and made him sit on it, so I could sit beside him. We kissed again - another long lover's kiss, and soon tongues and hands were exploring. Clothes began to fall off us, some being taken off by the other, some shucked off by the wearer, but our pants were trapped by our boots. We had reached that point again, too quickly. The pants just had to stay on, we were at fuck number two. I got him into doggie position and stuck my cock back up his ass. It was much easier this time, just made him take a sudden inhale when I slid home. We urged each other on again, and soon he had a second cumshot up his ass. Damn hot boy, he wanted sex as much as I did. We seemed to be a pair, destined to be together. After I added that second load, I just held him close and told him how much I loved him, and he did the same. When my cock went flat and fell out of his ass, he rolled over and I got on top of him so we could kiss and cuddle again. We took time to get the boots off, finally got our pants off and were naked, just kissing and rolling all over the bed, the way lovers do. We came up for air and took a smoke break. Gave me a chance to really look at him, as I hadn't really seen him naked before, even though I'd planted two loads up his ass. And he did the same. I was surprised to see how he blushed when he noticed how I was admiring his boyish body. He had kept himself in great shape, and I had enjoyed it. The smoke break over, we resumed the kissing, this time being able to be face to face for the first time, really. I didn't intend to fuck him again, and frankly I generally don’t come three times in rapid succession, but this was beyond mere sex. This was infatuation. My cock just knew the way to his ass so well by this time. When I got on top and was kissing him, my cock was tumescent and, finding his hole, entered easily. He spread wide, put his legs firmly around my hips and put his heels in my ass. Then he pushed hard, making my cock really hit the good spots. Every time I made a stroke that didn't please him, he'd almost kick my cock up his ass. I couldn't complain, I had my tongue far down his throat. And when I felt the cum moving yet a third time, I got his legs up on my shoulder, shoved a pillow under his ass and began those prying deep strokes, where you aim for the boy's prostate and fuck him hard. "Oh God, Daddy, I love it when you fuck me like that, do it again, harder, deeper, come on man, put your seal on me, give me the third load, make me your boy forever!" I got my arms up under his shoulders, pulled him into my fuck strokes and kissed him hard as I fucked my cum into his hot ass, so warm and wet and wild, filled to overflowing with my loads. I wanted to fuck him so hard the cum would flow out his hole and soak the bed. I wanted to fuck him so bad he could taste my cum from the inside out. I wanted to plant my loads so deep he'd shit my cum for a week. Didn't take long. Spurts of ‘Daddy Cream’ joined the loads already there. My fuck piston planted it's third load, the cum pooling around my balls, running down his crack. I pinned him down, legs against his chest, as I pounded the last strokes home, trying to get my cum as deep inside him as I could. And he rose up against me on every stroke, making sure he got that jizz as deep inside as possible. When I was drained, I slammed a fuck stroke hard and held it, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes again, and we kissed. Then I felt his cock move between us, that steady pulse of a cock shooting cum, a feeling I love. If I don't see or feel a boy cum when I fuck him, I'm not fucking him right, and I had fucked this boy right. His cock spurted a heavy load between us, and his cum between and us and mine up his ass were binding us together in many, many ways. We kissed for a long time. Took us a long time to come down off that fuck plateau, where you want to stay as long as you can. When I fell out of his ass, I let his legs down and sucked his limp cock into my mouth and sucked out all the strings of his cum I could get. Then I licked his hole and crotch clean, keeping some of the cum in my mouth, so we could share it when we kissed. And as I did that, he moved around so he could reach my cock, and sucked it clean. When we kissed, I could taste his ass, his cum and my cum, all mixed together, one wonderful taste, a taste every dad wants from his boy. We fell asleep like that. When we woke the next morning, we were a mess, and the bed was a mess. There was cum everywhere, encrusted on our cocks and torsos. Time for a piss and a shower. Then we had a smoke and got to examine each other by the light of day. Sometimes that's when it all falls apart, when you come to in the morning and discover that the guy you thought was so great the night before is not nearly as attractive. But there was no change this morning, I still thought he was the best thing I'd ever had, and he allowed as how I was his Dad. We went to breakfast, and it was as if I was meeting him for the first time. We sat there and smoked and drank our coffee, and talked about all the things lovers talk about. The waitress finally asked us if we were going to order lunch, and we realized what time it was. We excused ourselves, left a large tip for having had such good service for such a long time, and went back to the motel room. By the time we'd each had a piss, we were on the bed again, and the maid's knock interrupted our first fuck of the day. I shouted that we were still in the room, and she went away, and I planted my load. This was a lover's fuck, that long, slow, gentle fuck of two men deeply in love. There was no hard thrusting, no pounding of a load deep. He was still moist from the fucks last night, and I wasn't really up to a hot and heavy fuck, but we needed to have sex again, to see if it was still there, and it was. That wasn't our last fuck, not by a long shot, but those four were the ones that we always remember and talk about. Few men are as fortunate as I. To find a guy like this that fits me so well. I can only hope that he continues to feel the same about me.

I was in Amsterdam two weekends ago for a cum weekend. On the Saturday night I was at The Cock Ring. The dark room was too crowded and the temperature was so extreme not much fucking was going on - only hand jobs and sucking which was no good to me, so I left and went to the Eagle where I took four loads. The second guy at the Eagle was a very cute guy (Del) who had dumped a load in me the night before at Argos. At about 3:30 A.M. the crowd at the Eagle was beginning to thin down and I was getting tired as I had spent the whole day at the Sauna drenching my hole with cum, so I decided to go back to my hotel for a well deserved sleep. I noticed that Del was leaving too so we left the club together and he was telling me how good my ass was to fuck. As we were walking down the street towards the red light district where he chained his bicycle, he was now telling me about himself that he was in the Dutch Olympics swim team. This explained why he had such god-gifted body. As we got his bike two boys who seemed a bit drunk approached me one was blond in his late teens the other dark hair with eyes to die for in his mid 20's. The older one started speaking Dutch to me. I told them that I didn't speak Dutch, but then Del started speaking to them. After a few minutes they shook our hands and started walking away towards the red light area. I asked Del what they said, he said that they were from east of Holland and are looking for two things: first, something to eat and second, something to fuck. Del continued saying he had told them that it will be easier to find something to fuck at that time in the morning than something to eat. Half jokingly I told Del that I will give them a fuck if they wanted. He thought I was serious and then yelled at them to come back. They came and he told them what I said. They said that they were more interested in girls, after the translation I told them that I'm free but they will have to pay the girls. The older one said they'd never fucked a guy before but he look interested, but the younger one didn't seem interested at all rather he looked scared, yet, after a few seconds of thought he asked if there is anywhere around we could go. Del suggested a straight club down the road. The younger one said he wouldn't do it. We all got to the club and I went into the toilets with the older one. He got his cock out and I went down on it - it was kind of average, about 6.5 inches, but had a lovely shape. I sucked for about 5 minutes but I suspected he just wanted to fuck. And so it was. He pulled me up and turned me around. Thanks to the earlier loads of cum in my ass he glided right into my hole. His cock felt so good as he humped away like a rabbit. After about five minutes he grunted and unloaded in my hole. Panting, he held me for a few minutes and played with my tits before pulling out. I then kneeled down to clean his cock with my tongue. I suspect he thought he was in heaven. After that he pulled up his pants. As I was about to get dressed he gestured for me to wait, and in broken English said “I go call my friend.” Apparently the younger guy was waiting in the rest room, because as I waited I could hear them speak. The younger one sounded like he didn't want to do it, yet apparently the older guy was persuasive, because after a minute or two the young, the blonde guy came into the stall. He didn't want to look me in the eyes, but that didn’t stop me. Although he was also on the skinny side, when I knelt down and undid his fly I was amazed. Wow! This kid had a monster tucked away in his pants. I took out an uncut dick over 9" long, and thick. I scarfed it down. Anyone observing me would not have believed I had had over 30 cocks in my mouth in the preceding twenty-four hours. I don't think the guy had ever had a blow job that good. Unlike his mate who wasn't too keen on me blowing him, this one didn't want to let go. Each time I wanted to stand up he held me head back. It got to stage he just clutched my head to his dick. I could hardly breathe. After what seemed like ages, his legs were trembling I could see his balls were retracting, so I guessed he was getting close to cumming. In as much as I wanted to taste him I also wanted to feel that cock up me. And I always feel that any load that didn't go in my ass was wasted. I then forced myself off of him, turned around and slipped his weapon up my chute. His mate’s fresh load served as lube. We were both standing straight and he wrapped his hands around me and was biting my ears. I saw stars as he punched his cock up my hole. For better or worse he didn't last long. After a couple of minutes in me, he started moaning and then I felt him unloading. This kid’s cum was a match for his cock and ball size. He couldn't stop cumming. It was like a tap. While he was still cumming with his cock still in my ass, cum was running down my legs. When the flow finally stopped he slowly pulled out, which sent more cum down my legs. Before I could get to clean him with my tongue he grabbed a tissue and wiped himself. He opened the door before I dressed and walked out without saying a word or looking at my face. I couldn't say if he was just shy or because he didn't speak a word of English. As I got out of the club the sun was close to rising. I was surprised to find that Del was still waiting. He asked if they came in me I said they did. He stuck his hand in my pants and felt my cum-filled hole. He smiled and asked if I wanted to go to his place. We went and he fucked me real long and hard and dumped another load there. Later that day we went to the sauna together, and he made a point of fucking me immediately after someone came in me.

So, men. How was your weekend? My ass will never be the same! I think there were six guys in all. IN ORDER, AS I RECALL THEM. STARTING FRIDAY NIGHT I started with a regular fucker, Marc, who I see often. He was a pay-for-play boy when I first met him. Now we see each other just for the hell of it. We are both already poz. But there's something so hot about just re-infecting each other over and over again. Marc is a guy who loves getting his ass sucked on, which is one of my favorite things. He has also developed a taste for bondage. OK, I can get off on getting him off with a whip if I need to! When we get together, the sex just goes on and on. I lost track of the number of loads we exchanged between us Friday night. Never enough, though. THEN THERE WAS SATURDAY MORNING when I woke up horny as hell. And I was horny especially for some new guy I didn't know. Some whore boy that could get off on a poz guy wanting more poz. This was my weekend to take it up the ass. My head was still fucked over by some weed that my friend Marc had brought along. So I called another new guy out of the local "yellow pages." While I waited, I had a little more of the fun stuff Marc had left for me. This big fuckin' in-shape demigod showed up at my door. His ad did not do him justice. Bronzed up from time at the beach, long blond hair, about 27 years old, and a HUGE rigid piece waiting to penetrate me! It took no time at all. I was down on his dick the moment he walked through the door. I have a spacious throat, and I put him in heaven right away. I must've nursed his dick for half an hour or so before I started whining and begging for him to hurt me somehow. We hadn't talked about physical stuff when I first called him. Interestingly enough, he was ready! The muscle man’s dick was rigid and ready. But he wasn't. He wanted to play some other games first. One finger, then two, then three, and before I knew it, half a hand was up my butt! I really don't know how long he worked my ass that way, or how far in he finally went. I was in an "expanded consciousness" zone and didn't fuckin' care! The deeper, the harder, the rougher, the better! What I do remember is that this guy was into some hard inside work. My ass was sore from the night before and the long slow fuckings I had gotten from Marc, so this guy’s pounding was pushing my limits. I could feel myself being punched up inside. Holy shit. What was I going to do? Impaled on this guys arm there was nothing TO do. Eventually he pulled out, cleaned up a little, then rolled over and shoved that huge prick up my ass and rode me. I was in heaven. I was sore as hell, but in heaven. It hurt, but I knew that meant I was torn up inside and that thought made me even hotter. He kept passing me poppers as he ram fucked my hole. When he finally exploded it felt like a geyser had broken loose. "You really want my poz cum up that torn up hole of yours?" he asked. "Oh, yeah. All of it, baby!" So he lit it rip, so to speak. And because I was roughed up inside, I could feel every big and little splash of it! I hadn't cum yet. So he asked me how I'd liked the fuck. "Great," I said. "The only way it could be better is if I'd been beaten, too." That got his attention. He made a huge fist and asked me how I liked my beatings! How lucky could I be! "Hey man, you're the aggressor, you do it as you like." And while I laid there hard as a rock, he started to pummel me! I have a black eye still. And a tender rib cage. "You better cum quick or I'll beat the shit out of you," he said. "Wait," I said. "I know what would be hot for me." "OK, faggot, what do you want?" "Take that bungee cord and wrap it tight around my neck." "How tight?" "If I really go unconscious, you'd best let it up." So he wrapped it around my neck and pulled. As strong as he was, it wasn't long before I could feel myself blacking out. A hit of poppers pushed me right over the edge just as I lost consciousness. I'm not sure how long I was out. The fucker was a gentleman. There he was, waiting to be paid off. I've filed his number for future reference. Before many hours had passed, though, my slutting instincts had taken over again and I knew I had to have more. Which makes it, I think, EARLY SATURDAY EVENING. The yellow pages boys were too sleek for what I knew I needed now. I needed a street walker. Much to my delight, I found two! They had to treat me with kid gloves. By then, my black eye was enormous. "Hey man, shouldn't we take you to the hospital or something?" asked one. "You shithead, they'll think we did it to him!" said the other. "Relax, boys, I'll be OK. Just come fuck the shit out of me in your own special ways." We went to fuck around at a place one of them keeps near Santa Monica Boulevard. I had seen them before on the street, so I felt mostly safe. I'd already had my violence rush for the day, so I didn't need to feel unsafe! And I was super fucking sore inside and out, so I didn't need to be roughed up anymore. It was strange, in some odd ways. We made love in this gentle little ménage à trois and it was like real, old-fashioned love making. They knew I wanted it bareback, and they were happy to accommodate me. And I, they. No lights and sirens, no fireworks, just lots of cum in all the right places. It was great. See you on the street, guys! SUNDAY I TOOK THE DAY OFF, SORT OF, but by Sunday evening, I was ready for it again. On-line I had located boy from LA who didn't usually get paid, but was willing to let me pay him to poz up my ass if I wanted him to. So he came over, and we made our fun. He was youngish, maybe 23 or so. He hadn't been certified poz for very long, and was just getting into sharing the poison seed around. I told him I was trying to re-infect as much as possible, and that got him hot and bothered. And so another load went up my ass! But he also asked for a rim job. Best rim jobs in California here, so I obliged him. That got him all hot again, and before I knew it, I had another load creaming down my throat. And he was another one without enough experience to be comfortable pissing down a guy’s throat, so I helped him practice as much as he could. But that turned him on in reverse, and suddenly he wanted me to whiz down his throat! How could I refuse?? WHAT WAS I TO DO? THERE WAS STILL MONDAY when in early afternoon I checked in on the little Asian call boy I'd laid last weekend. He sounded like he'd been sitting by the phone waiting for my call for days (do girls still do that sort of thing?). He was ready, he said. He wanted it again. He hadn't had sex all week, because he didn't want to spoil the seed. I told him I didn't think it worked that way. Then I told him to get his ass over to my place and get what he had coming! Upon arrival his first question was “What the hell happened to you?" "Don't worry. I found a new buddy who threw me a punch or two," I said. "It was great.” "Doesn't it hurt?" he worried. "Isn't that the point?" I replied. That kind of freaked him out. He clearly didn't want it to happen to him. “Don't worry”, I said. “It won't. At least not here.” "You don't want me to do that, do you?" “No,” I chuckled, “once a weekend is enough.” As we were talking, though, I could tell that something about it was making him horny. His cock was pressing hard up against the front of the athletic shorts he was wearing. That made me horny again (doesn't take much) and he could see my dick responding. I had met him naked at the door. And suddenly he was down on it. I could tell he wanted more of what he had last weekend. "You want it again, don't you?" I asked. "Oh, God, I want it so bad, so much," he said. "Tell me how much you want it, baby doll." All of a sudden he's weeping all over my penis telling me how great it was to know for sure that the seed I'd given him was certified poz. I was finally coming out of the chemical haze I'd spent much of the weekend in. The coming out was great too. Suddenly he was all over my dick, practically climbing onto it. Last week I slowed him down. This week I just let him have his way with me. We went to the bedroom. By now we're both rock hard, and waiting to jump each other's bones. I laid down intending to arrange things and get comfortable, but all of a sudden, he climbed on top of me and had let himself down onto my cock. I just let him have at it. "Go for it, baby doll." And he rocked away on my dick until he brought me off in his ass! Again with the tears and the gratitude. "OK, baby doll, I get it." "Can I stay? Would you be able to do this again?" “I don't know, I've been playing pretty hard,” I said. But he did stay, for about eight hours, and I was able to give him what he wanted. And he got to practice his new skills as well. At the end of the evening, when he was ready to home, he turned to me as I reached for my wallet. "No, here. I want you to have your money back from last week. You've given me what I wanted. Here's your money. And here's some more." FUCK! The kid wanted to pay me! And I took it! Stunned, I took it! I'm a whore! A pay-for-play boy! A rent-boy! Well, the whore bit's really no secret, is it. Goes with being the poz slut that I am…. So, men. How was your weekend? Irish

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

That's an amazingly perfect ass.

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

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

When it rains it pours. I was very surprised this past Saturday. I met a client in mid-afternoon at a coffee shop in downtown Philadelphia, and, having a couple of uncommitted hours, I dropped into the nearest bath house. I usually really like to visit the steam room, and (for once) the mechanism was working correctly and the steam room was very nice. Within a minute or two a hairy bearded (uncut cock, average length and width) German guy walked in (about 45 years old, I suppose, about 5'8") and almost immediately presented himself for oral pleasure. He was nice. Didn't come, but that's okay. He seemed to want to fuck, but it didn't happen. No sooner had the German left than a much younger guy (30 year old, 6' 7", smooth, piercings in his cheeks and tits, bleached hair, thick cock) came in and he likewise wanted to play. Of course our height difference made matters challenging (I'm 5' 5"). We kissed as I played with his I sucked him and stroked his body. He wanted an introductory blow job, followed by the opportunity to fuck me, so he was playing with my ass, and at various points rimmed me with great enthusiasm. He stated he really liked stocky guys, and I was perfect for him. How rare his type is! Most guys are not interested in stocky men. In any event, the heat was getting to both of us, so we left the steam room, he took a shower and I wandered around, assuming we'd meet-up again. About an hour later a really attractive guy (about 35 years old, black goatee, hairy chest) gave me 'the look' and invited me into his room. He was also very interested in my build, excitedly exclaiming on the dimensions of my arms, shoulders and legs, not to mention the length and girth of my cock, which isn't huge, but it is disproportionately large for my height (about 6" long, and fairly thick). Once there he began to finger-fuck me, and I impressed by his skill in getting my hole to open-up. Then he bade me to get on lay on my back in which I braced my legs against the walls of the insanely narrow room. (On second thought one wonders if the rooms aren't exceeding narrow to accommodate just such anchoring, so to speak!). He began an energetic rimming session in which he slobbered generously on my hole, only too soon followed by rubbing his hard cockhead on my hole, clearly looking for permission to penetrate me. I was so ready I couldn't believe it. I nodded and said "I want your load, Buddy" hoping he'd take my drift. He did, pressing his cock into my hole, adding spit as needed. I was in heaven. It had been more than a year since I was fucked, and here I was being fucked by an expert. He began the usual hip gyrations and I suspect he was drooling pre-cum as the going got easy quite quickly. He was apparently near the edge and within about two minutes he tensed-up and groaned in a loud, heart-felt expression "I'm coming, man!" And so it was. Beautiful. An excellent fuck. Departing from him, I was close to leaving when I reconnected with the 30 year old with the piercings. Back in his room we played a bit more. Although he said he was exclusively a top, his cock got hardest with a combination of sucking him and finger fucking him. Although he never really got hard, however, he did eventually come. His load was delicious. . So, in the course of about two and a half hours I played with three guys, and all three were very appealing. It was an unusually successful visit. That was my weekend!

Thought I'd share a couple of adventures as of late. Both happened at the Club Body Center on Chancellor Street in Philadelphia. Both occurred as I was ready to leave after I thought I'd exhausted all the good options in place. The first one was with a hot older guy - said he was 50 but looked 30, hot tight body, some chest hair, shaved head, goatee, nipple piercings and great 8" cock. He was sitting alone in a common room up on the fourth floor, watching the porn flick. All the guys were just staring at him, afraid to approach. I figured I had nothing to lose and hoped that, upon latching onto my cock, he'd want it as much as I wanted him. I was right! After a good twenty minutes just petting each other in front of all the lusting men, we decided to move to more private quarters in his room on the third floor. We moved down stairs and proceeded immediately to fuck. I topped, he bottomed. He had a great ass. It opened-up readily, but never lost it’s grip. In addition, his ass and hole were beautiful to boot: solid, somewhat hairy cheeks, and perfect asslips that begged to be rimmed, tongued, finger-fucked and penetrated by an appreciative man. I fuckin’ rode him for some fifteen minutes just rocking him back and forth, and playing with his shaved head, nipples and of course, his heavy, veiny cock which was steadily oozing pre-cum. Neither of us came which was surprising, at least for me. Then again I had played with several guys that night and shot my load earlier when some guy was blowing me. We took a break and he started playing with my ass. He saw how tight I was and asked if I wanted to bottom. Fuck yeah! I love flip fucking, and not that many guys are into it. Before I knew it, he was in me. Fuck, a nice hard cock in my tight ass just gets me going. He opened my hole up wide fucking me in every position possible. He asked where I wanted him to cum, and I said for him to hold on, that I wasn't sure if I wanted to take his load in my ass. He replied he had already cum once inside me and was ready to shoot again. This made-up my mind, and I gave the go-ahead and he shot his load up my hole. With this I was determined to give him my load, so I disengaged, got him on his back, ate his hole for a few minutes, and slid in on a blanket of spit. My balls were right on the edge, and I quickly gave him my load. Sweet! After a few minutes, we were both rock hard again. He offered again to fuck me but I decide to blow his big cock instead this time! Hot seeing how much cum he had left in his balls. Besides, his cock was so physically beautiful I wanted to play with it orally and manually. It didn’t take too long before he blew a thick, salty, delicious load in my mouth. Guess never underestimate age! We've spoken on the phone since and plan to connect soon. The other was another a last minute encounter as I was making my last round with the view to splitting and getting some dinner. He was a hot blonde bodybuilder who immediately grabbed me and pulled me into an empty room that was awaiting the clean-up guy. Well, who am I to say no to a hot guy? We started to play and he had a great big cock. Again about 8" and thick! Maybe too thick for comfort, so I made the move to fuck him, and he was accommodating. Fortunately, while he said he didn't often bottom, he took my cock without difficulty. It was excellent. Made me so hot - he was on his back, I kneeling behind him - his legs on my shoulders, me staring down at his perfect, smooth pecs, washboard abs. He was so beautiful, so masculine, I was lost in the moment and came twice in his ass in rapid succession. Didn’t pull out once! That seldom happens for me, so it was a real treat. Definitely plan to meet him again so we can switch positions! That's all for now! Hope you share your stories soon.

I just noticed these two stories are related, so I've merged the threads. ******************************************************************************** Hey guys.... I want to tell you about a nice hot encounter I had at the baths somewhere here in Los Angeles yesterday. Here's the story. I walk into the baths about 4 P.M. horny as fuckin’ hell, and immediately I saw this Latino guy who got in there about the same time I did, just finished showering and toweling off. Man, this was the same guy I met a few months before when we fucked and he took my load! On that occasion we fucked standing up, he was bent over I plowed into him, all the while slapping his butt cheeks until l I finally came, blowing my load into him. What made me remember that particular encounter was him wiggling his butt up to the very end to catch my last remaining jizzzz..... HOT! When I walked out of the baths, I had a HUGE smile on my face knowing some guy was carrying my load in his ass, and I imagined he probably was walking around with an equally big grin, that he was whistling, contented and happy albeit perhaps somewhat sore. I occasionally had thoughts of the guy, and wondered why the hell we hadn’t traded telephone or e-mail addresses. So here we were again today for a repeat performance, I hoped, and maybe to get his telephone number. Now for the essentials, the guy's about 30 years old, a goatee, 5'8”, shaved head with a little left on the top, some hair on the chest and legs -- the kind that curls on itself -- nicely muscled, smooth skinned, small waist, average uncut cock, low-hanging balls, GREAT legs, and a BIG BUTT that sticks out. Me? I’m 5'5” 150 beefy and muscular, built like a wrestler, good arms and legs, of German-Irish stock, hairy. I’m normally a bottom and can take a severe pounding. The only thing that can convert me to a top is seeing another stud who needs it more badly than do I. I zeroed into the guy in the corridor, and our eyes locked. Bingo - he recognized me. A smile crosses his lips. I touched his chest and he stopped. I moved behind him and he stood still, his legs spread slightly apart, inviting exploration. I slipped my hand and reach behind the towel draped over his butt, knowing what to expect. Just like what I found the first time we played: his butt was lubed and ready. Big stud. Moist, sweet hole. This looked promising. I signaled him to follow me and we went to the only available room, an open cubicle with the door removed. He lay on the bed and right away I focused on his asslips, massaging them and slipping a finger inside his hot hole. He moaned loudly. I smiled a little to myself; I know how this is going to end. I lubed-up his hole and my cock, knowing what he wanted: no rubbers, just pure raw fucking sex. Man-to-man skin. "You like taking loads up your hole, don't you?" I whispered in a seductive tone into his ear. "Yessssss," he murmured in his charmingly accented English, turning onto his back. I raised his legs on my shoulders and slipped my ready drooling cock into his hole. He audibly gasped and, kneeling on the bed, I began to fuck him. It was intense. We managed to lock lips and suck tongue. I held his head in a vise as he chewed on my nips, and my other hand playing with his right tit. Obviously he was rather flexible, particularly for a man of his build. Slipping my cock out of his hole, and standing up, I turned him around and, fucked him some more while he was on all fours on the bed. This time my fingers slipped into his mouth and he sucked hungrily. Before I knew it, a small crowd had gathered to watch. Fortunately no one made to turn this into an uncontrolled free-for-all. Instead the guys were generally content to watch, stroke themselves, and, for all I know, play with each other. Finally, I again pulled out, and pulled him into a standing position with his ass in the door way, and his chest and head cradled against my chest. Reaching around and spreading his cheeks, I motioned to a nearby, nicely hung guy to fuck him. He was there in an instant and slipped his cock into my buddy’s hole while he, in turn, was content to suck on my nips, his body angled back, legs splayed to get maximum penetration. I felt like a pimp, whoring this guy out, and I used my hands to spread his butt cheeks even farther apart. "Fuck his ass, fuck him, man" I rasped. "Fuck his asshole and shoot your load into him. This pig wants it!" My partner was huffing at this point, meeting each thrust with a gasp. In a few minutes, the top tensed-up, obviously cumming in the bottom’s hole. I slipped my fingers into my partner's hole to check him out. He was wet with cum - the perfect lube. Nice. Master of Ceremony that I am, I pulled him slightly into the cubicle, and moving around and kneeling down, ate his ass out, licking the thick, salty cum. Standing up and again positioning the bottom in the door way, I again took him into my embrace, gesturing for another guy with an impressively hard cock. He stepped to the front of the crowd, and sliding his cock into my buddy’s hole, proceeded to fuck. Again, raw, and again I did the same thing I did for the first guy. I spread my partner's cheeks wide open, whispering obscenities in his ear and egging the second guy to deposit his load in the hot manhole. In another few minutes, the second top obliged by giving my partner a second load in his hole. ‘That's it’, I thought to myself ‘my turn now’. I pushed him savagely against the bed and fucked him. Man, it was great. I could feel the cum of the two guys who preceded me. His asshole felt nice, warm and slushy. The way it is when a hot guy has a couple of loads up there. I fucked as the bottom beat his pole. Quickly enough I shot a third load in his hole. Three loads - great. "I’m cumming" he groaned as he shot a nice load on the floor. We straightened-up, and caught our breath, laughing a bit - perhaps a bit shakily, heading for the showers. He said "man, that was a first time for me. I feel like such a total tramp." I could tell, however, he liked it with that smirk on his face. He admitted as much when he said "hey, I’m gonna be thinking about this for awhile." End of story? Not quite. We showered together, soaping and rinsing each other. Toweling off, we kissed, and our cocks stirring again, I concluded that, pigs that we were, we hadn’t had enough. So I dragged him into a toilet cubicle. Round fuckin’ whatever. We’d lost count. I sat on the commode and with his ass facing me, I made him bend over and spread his cheeks again while I rimmed and ate-out his hole. Of course I finger fucked him all over. The next moment, my cock was at full attention and he was more than ready to take some more pounding. He sat on my cock, as I thought how he’d just taken three loads. I fucked him harder. Picture it: we're there in a toilet cubicle, a couple of pigs, his muscled back and thighs bouncing up and down, his hole clamping down on my cock, coaxing it to give another load. This guy's hole is obviously insatiable... just like mine, by the way (but that's the subject of another story). We fucked like that for a few more minutes until his legs start to give out. Reluctantly, I pulled out and turned him around. I started sucking him while my fingers snaked around into his hole, doing my damned best to massage his prostate. I was successful as his cock swelled-up, his balls pulled-up, and slowly, sweetly, he came a second time, this time into my mouth. The load poured out of him like warm milk. I swallowed it tenderly. Massaging my shoulders and neck, he rained soft kisses on my head as he pumped the last of his cum into my mouth. Again, we laughed and shook some oxygen back into our heads, heading back to the showers to prepare ourselves to re-enter the sunlight. Yes, we traded numbers. M_______, his name is. I will make sure I follow-up with him again. He’s a keeper.

I met this one guy when I was on AOL and went to his apartment in a neighboring county. He told that he was into bareback sex only, so I kind of took that as a clue that me might be poz or wanted to be pozzed. He didn’t ask me my status, so I didn’t tell him I was poz. Well, when I progressed from rimming his hole to rubbing my cock across it, he offered me condoms if I wanted them. I declined. We started to fuck hot and sweaty, the whole time he said, "give it to me" give me your baby batter.” He really wanted me to cum in his ass bad. Now this was the first guy I had barebacked in seven years since I found out I was poz where the bottom gave me permission to cum in his ass. Well, I obliged him and shot my hot load up his ass. We got together a couple more times and repeated the performance. A week or so later I was chatting with a different guy on AOL. The conversation had continued to the point we determined we were sexually compatible; we had exchanged photographs and were physically attractive to each other, and had exchanged telephone numbers. I had just disclosed my status to him when the on-line connection was broken. Within seconds the telephone rang, and I assumed it was the new guy, and that he was calling me to set-up a fuck session. I opened the conversation by saying “So you don't have any problems with my being poz?” It was then that the guy on the other end of the line said "so when were you going to get around to telling me this?” It was then that I realized it was this guy that I had fucked two times prior. Lord you could have heard a pin drop. I said that I figured that since you wanted bareback that you must be poz too. It was then that he disclosed to me that just two weeks prior to us fucking that he found out that he also was poz. Ever since I have made it a point to disclose that I am poz as so that doesn't happen again. I have screwed with guys bareback before, but never came in their ass, always on the back. Guess with this case I was really lucky. Now I won't assume that if someone is into bareback that he is positive. This isn't much, but it’s something. Hope you can use it.

I used to be a closet college boy who used to dream about getting fucked by guys all the time. After I left my friends, I would go home and put in my porn tapes and j/o all night. It used to be such a turn on to see the boys getting fucked bareback. I would always rent the older tapes and my favorites are Jean Paul Cadinot. I thought that it was about time that I went deeper into my desires, so I started calling the talk line to meet guys and hear about their hot stories. Soon after that I found myself lurking around the bookstores still dreaming of getting fucked like the guys on my videos. Finally, I met this guy on-line who happened to go to the same school I did. We used to talk a lot on the phone about all the nasty sex we wanted. He, being more experienced than I, regaled me with tales of his sexual trysts with guys - mostly bath house and dark room type experiences. I drew lavishly on my memories of porn, and fed him stories concocted from Cadinot and others. Down the road, my new phone friend would tell me about guys getting fucked raw and taking poz loads. For some reason, this used to make my dick soooo hard and wet. Now I was more determined than ever. I finally invited my new friend over. HOT HOT HOT guy! I couldn't have been more excited. He was about 5'8", 160 pounds, fairly muscular, slightly hairy chest, and had a scruffy beard. His dick was about 6", unusually large balls, and a really hairy bush and taint. Fucking excellent! We started touching, kissing and jacking off and did so for about half an hour or so. I was so turned on by him. He was so nasty. At some point we progressed to ass-play, and our mutual tongue and fingers were busy pleasuring each other. Finally I asked him to fuck me. Bareback, of course. Although he was a bottom he obliged and mounted my hole. I was dripping with lust. I wanted that dick more than I ever wanted anything. He talked dirty to me while he fucked me and I snorted on his poppers. I knew my hole must have been opening wide because it never hurt. All I could hear was the sound of his pre-cum slurping in my hole. He kept telling me take his nasty dick. I knew that that he was getting close because he kept moaning and telling me to take his nasty raw dick. Finally, he moaned really loud - looked right into my eyes and said "you want this load?" "Yes" I screamed. "Yeah - I want your poz load!" That was about the time that I almost blacked out. My dick spurted cum everywhere. I knew my hole opened like I never thought that it could. It seemed to suck his dick to take every last drop of that load. I've never felt that amazing again. I asked him why he never told me about being poz. He said that he knew I wanted it and he was the one that was going to give it to me. Weeks later I converted. I can't say why but as hot as it was and all, I really did want it. Now I get as much dick as I can and have on occasion dropped a few loads into willing hungry nasty holes at the bookstore.

This seems to be another version of the original posting. Interesting how the stories evolve. I was on vacation in Phoenix and hanging out at the Old Town bar one night when this cute guy came over and started talking to me like he knew me. He was short and compact - just how I like 'em. We talked for a while and I learned his name was Dion. Before long we were hugging and kissing in a dark corner of the bar. He was antsy so I suggested we go back to my timeshare. We sat on the couch and he was all over me. I remember thinking that getting him naked and inside him was going to be easy. We were kissing like two teenagers in the back seat of a Chevy convertible and we started groping each other's crotch. This little guy was hung like a horse, like other smaller guys I've hooked up with. We moved to the bedroom and practically tore each other's clothes off. He was a quite a sight. Small frame, 5'5", smooth skin, and a 7.5" cock standing tall and proud. The sight of his nice cock made my own hole twitch so I wasn't sure just how this was gonna play out. As much as I like drilling a tight hole, I can go either way. We tumbled all over the bed, sometimes with me on top of him and sometimes with me on my back and he on top of me. I was almost to the point of sitting on his juicy cock when he twisted around, with him on his back, me on my knees between his legs, and his legs hooked around my waist. He pulled me down to kiss me and my oozing cock lined up with his tight little hole. There had been no discussion about status or rubbers and I wasn't gonna interrupt the moment. If he didn't want me to suit up, who was I to say that my cum might give him that tingling feeling when it invaded every cell in his hot little body. He looked me right in the eye and said "I am so ready." All the possibilities rushed through my mind - ready for what? Ready to fuck? Ready to feel my naked cock up his tight hole? Ready to feel my cock flood his ass with my hot seed? Ready to be impregnated? Or ready to convert to the poz brotherhood? It didn't matter what he was ready for. I was ready to fuck this hot little guy and try out my probably now-poz cock in a probably still-neg hole. You see, I was kinda new to bareback sex. One night, in a situation similar to the one I was in now except for reversed roles, I got caught up in the moment and let his guy fuck me without a condom. It was the most incredible feeling - that naked cock sliding in and out of my ass on little more lube than his pre-cum and my own juices. At first I wanted him to pull out but the more he fucked into me, but by the same token, the more I felt that hot skin-to-skin friction deep inside me, the more I was caught-up in the thrill of the intimate exchange. A few more strokes and he grunted, then I could feel his cock swell and my gut swell from all the cum filling me. Fuck that was hot. As it turned out, that guy was neg. I knew I had to have more bareback sex and actively sought it. I didn't take a lot of loads and each experience was hot. But there was something unique about that sixth load. It was from a guy that had never fucked me before and he seemed really cock-sure when he told me he never fucked with a condom. He was an aggressive fucker - didn't give me much time to get used to him and he plunged deep starting with the first stroke. The pain subsided and by the time I really got into the fuck I felt his cock swell inside me as he went rigid and told me "Here it is, buddy. Breeding your ass. Can't you just feel that exchange of energy?" Maybe it was the power of suggestion, but his load did feel different inside me. Not as sharp as a spark, but definitely some kind of charge, no pun intended. I haven't felt a load feel that way since, and of course I’m not sure, but I'm pretty sure he was poz and that I'd been probably been pozzed. Dion shivered as my slick cock head brushed across his ass lips. They kissed my cock and his little hole started to open. He really was ready. His ass sucked in the first inch of my hard cock, and as he kissed me deep, the rest of my cock slid inside him. Geez - I'd been in some hot holes before, but his was a liquid velvet inferno. He hooked his feet together behind my ass and pulled me into him, deep. I could feel his hard cock between our bellies. He was on fire and he was ready. So was I. He said it felt so much better without a condom, and that he had only been fucked raw once before. I wrapped my arms around his small frame and held him tight as I stroked in and out of his tight but receptive hole. I was getting light-headed thinking that I was about to breed this little guy with a hot load of energy-giving cum. "You're so hot, Dion," I told him between breaths, "I'm gonna cum soon. Your ass is so hot I can't help it." I figured if he didn't want me to cum inside him, he'd tell me to pull out. Nothing said, I continued to stroke and knew his insemination was imminent. "Fuck me. I want to feel you cum in me," he whispered, "I am so ready." Well now that I was inside him, now that we were fucking, what was he still ready for? Had to be he was ready for my cum, ready for impregnation, ready for conversion, or all three. Now, technically I didn't know I was poz or if I was poz, my viral load was strong enough convert him, but whatever the case, there was no turning back. When he told me one more time "I'm ready - fuck me," I shot my cum out of my cock so hard that I felt it backwash around my swelled cock head. He hiked up his hips to make sure I was as deep in him as I could get, and to provide another squeeze around my cock with his ass muscles. "Take it Dion, take my hot cum." I kept squirting into him - more than I had in a long time. This fuck was so hot and there was something different about it. Dion probably couldn't tell because he had so little bareback experience. But this was one of my early fucks after I thought I might be poz and it felt like there was something flowing out of me into him besides my cum. Like energy was exchanging, from me to him. Then he said something. He said he not only felt the swelling in his gut, but felt a tingling sensation. I stayed in him as we came down off that mountaintop. We kissed and I held him tight. When he unlocked his feet from around my ass, I pulled out of him. We had fucked so hard he could hardly close up his ass, and strands of my hot seed dribbled out and ran down his crack. I rolled him over so it wouldn't all run out. On his stomach, he hiked up that cute little butt. His chummy hole was starting to close, capturing my hot seed inside. I couldn't help but run my hand over his smooth globes and probe his hole with my finger. We fucked all week while I was in town. We got together every chance we could, either in Phoenix or where I lived. I did sit on his cock one time, but he preferred I fuck him. Six months later, he told me a bunch of friends were talking and decided to get tested. His test came back poz. He asked about my status and I told him I really didn't know. Since he had been fucked bareback by at least one other guy, we didn't know for sure who knocked him up. He said he hoped it was me. He said my cum loads felt the best inside him. I asked him what he was ready for that first night. He said he was ready for anything with me, especially for my cock and cum inside him, and even ready for getting knocked up, if that happened. What a hot fuck. Guess one of these days I’ll get tested….

I decided to head to the park around midnight. I hadn't been there in a long time cause of the cold weather. When I got there I wondered if I should have my head examined. It was fucking dark and cold as a Warlock's Dick. There were a few cars in the lot—maybe 8 vehicles—but nothing like I'd seen there before. There was also a brisk wind, so I decided to check out the johns directly, which would provide some shelter. I knew there'd been attacks there in the past, so I played it careful, and after sussing out the area, hit the male john first--dark as anything; no lights at all. I stood inside the doorway and listened for any tell-tale noises, giving my eyes a chance to adjust I spotted a shadowy figure near the urinals, went over, and saw a younger dude, hunkered down, sucking an older, fortyish gent. A vehicle came down the street, its headlamps sweeping past the john, and for a second I saw the whole perverted scene with tungsten clarity. The younger dude was a sexy twink with dark blonde hair. The intoxicated Punk smiled his stupid drunken grin and grabbed for my privates. I was half tempted, but wanted to check out the rest of the scene first. Instead I handed him my Poppers bottle. I don't mind helping out a kid like him. I know how much I enjoyed it the first time, and how Poppers helped to uninhibit me. Besides, I'd seen the Old Fart before. He was rumored to be POZ and kinda sickly looking. Half a dozen dudes had warned me to avoid him. Anyway, I decided to check out the female john first (I'll call it the Mary) and play with the drunken twink later. Guys seem to prefer the Mary, though I don't know why. Maybe, being fem, it's more conducive to hot Fucks. It was laid out differently. There were two single cubes and a very large "handicapped" stall. Upon venturing to the doorway I saw a few guys lounging around playing with themselves, but they didn't interest me. I wanted to see if there was any action was in the stalls. Both of the singles turned up empty, but there were 3 guys inside the handicapped. I recognized two of them even in the dark. I never forget a Cock I've serviced. I was pleased to see the two were my POZ brothers, but I didn't recognize the dude bent down between them. I heard him grunt and moan as he took one Deathstick down his throat and the other up his Ass. I got real close and checked for a Rubber. Bareback—just as I suspected. The Fucker grinned and whispered, "The Slut came in with his boyfriend earlier—both of them stoned silly. Don't know where the boyfriend is." "Next door with the Old Fart. Gave him my Poppers to get him limbered up." We chuckled as the Fucker held his own Poppers beneath the Bottom's nostrils. He asked if I wanted the Bottom's Meat, but I declined. I was still drained from screwing my Bud over at the campus. I left the Mary knowing fully well what would happen to the Twink, and had every confidence in my Bud's ability to POZ him and ensure the guys loitering behind him got their fair share of Mancunt. It was getting colder, so I decided to check the John once more before leaving. As I walked in, I saw the B.F. hunched over. He was moaning and still sniffing Poppers. Each time he took a whiff he slammed back hard on Old Fart's diseased Shaft. The Old Troll in turn thrust deeper as he moaned, "I'm gonna cum, Boy. Yeah, you fucking Slut, I'm gonna cum in you an' give ya what you deserve." I waited to see if the Youth pulled off but he didn't. He was too far gone on booze and Poppers to think straight. After 10 minutes or so the Old Fool moaned and the Punk start panting loudly, "Oh, Fuck yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I smiled as I imagined all that POZ Spooge shooting up the Twink's NEG Butt. From the Mary I heard a lot of hollering and imagined my acquaintance simultaneously POZZING the Boyfriend's NEG Ass. Give 'em both a night they'd remember till the day, all skin and bones, they died. After taking a piss, I left. As I passed the Mary, I thought of the two bottoms and all the Poison Cock they'd take that night. I exited the park and smiled as I pictured the young Sluts awaking in the morning to the trickle of POZ Jizm dribbling from their Cunts.

Until the last time I attended IML (International Mr. Leather) Contest in Chicago, I'd never experienced such an awesome assemblage of sexually charged men. I had taken my leather gear with me and intended to add to my wardrobe while I was there. I hadn’t really thought about going out Saturday night and what I'd wear. I was still tripping from the night before and ended up in my bar vest, shorts, boots, white socks, and collar. I stuffed my blue and yellow hankies into my back pocket, should anyone be interested. I got started late that evening, lost track of my buds along the way, and headed to the Cell Block to see what was going down. The back room was crowded, and it didn’t take me long to get to sucking. The guy was average, but he clearly needed to lose his Load; and it wasn’t long before his salty Nectar was trickling down my throat. The guy next to him was jerking off. I wrapped my hot lips about his Meat and milked his Cream. I was surprised at how crowded the john was. Behind the door is a ledge that guys sit on. A dude in army fatigues beckoned me over, unzipped, and begged me to put my Pecker in his pants. My pleasure! Before long my hot stream of golden Piss cascaded over his Cock and Balls, drenching the insides of combat boots. Guy-2 saw what was going down and approached us. He started rubbing my Butt Cheeks, found the 2-way zipper on my shorts, and pulled them down. He probed my Ass Crack, while, with his other mitt, he beat off furiously. As I finished pissing, the Pissee shoved his Poppers under my nose I felt light-headed. He pushed me down on his throbbing Cock, and I opened up to take his Manmeat. I could taste my Piss on him and lapped It off his Shaft and Balls, savoring each drop of Golden Juice. He undid his fatigues and dropped them to his ankles. I used my tongue to rinse his well developed thighs of Piss. Another hit of Poppers and the Pissee twirled around, exposing his ass cheeks to me. Guy-2 stopped fingering my Ass and massaged his hard, wet Shaft against my Hole. I'd been overdoing it of late—plain and simple just couldn't get enough—and hadn’t realized how sore I’d become from all the Fucking. Yet I prayed he'd violate my Mancunt. As I pushed back, my prayer was answered. He plowed into my Innards. I almost passed out from pain, but someone's Poppers rescued me. Guy-2’s clammy, steel hands gripped me about the waist and hung on for dear life. I was trapped between Heaven and Hell—the pain was excruciating—yet Guy-2’s fat Cock aroused me, and I resumed rimming the Pissee with gusto. As my tongue darted in and out of his Hole I tasted Sweet-and-Salty. The more I lapped, the more distinct the taste became. Don't know how many Loads I felched; but I vowed not to let a single drop of Jizm go to waste. So I ate out every drop of Cum that Pig had taken and bathed my face and his Ass Cheeks in his Creamy Spooge. As I licked at the last remaining drops of Jizm from the Pissee's Ass, Guy-2 pumped Poison Jizm up my Ass. When he pulled out, the Pissee spun me around and rammed his Cock inside of me, long enough to thrust a few, before he also lost it and more ropes of Noxious Seed invaded my bruised and battered Pussy. It was only then that I noticed the Biohazard Tat on Guy-2’s shoulder. So enthralled was I with getting screwed, it never occurred to me to question Status. I've never intentionally played unsafe—lax maybe—but not unsafe. But there I sat with two potentially POZ Loads in me. Too late to worry, my fate was sealed.

Today's my birthday; and to celebrate, I hit the Baths to plow my POZ Spooge into some Mancunts. My Lover was throwing a "surprise" party for me, so I took off to run some "errands" so I could truly "be surprised" when the time came. Since it was such a lovely afternoon, the Baths were nearly deserted—'cept for one Stud I was willing to die for and who could end up dying me. Patience, I counseled. Here was one Dude I wanted to nail; and I could wait until he was ready—if not today, then sooner or later—since we had some serious business—monkey business—to conduct—and I had a Special Birthday Gift to share. We did meat up—in the Sauna. Through the window I watched him shower, and made sure I had a Boner in case he came in—which he did. He dropped his towel revealing his thick Rod and low-hangin' Nuts. He sat down near me and shimmied down the bench till he was close enough to bend over and devour my Cock. A couple of curiosity-seekers straggled in, stroking their Manmeat, but I'd committed to that Fuckhole first and guided him to my room. I ate his Pussy for what seemed like ages till he spread his Ass and I massaged Spit all over my Shaft. "Thank God, no fucking Rubber!" he sighed. I inched up his Butt and held my rigid Rod steady while he whined and carried on. "Please, Sir, Fuck My Butt!" I took my time, and worked up to a good pounding, before I spewed Toxic Jizm up his hungry Pussy. Afterwards I asked him if he took on all Cummers. "Yeah—POZ or NEG, if you're wonderin'. I 'm a Pig Bottom Boy here visitin' my parents an' need to feel ManCum drippin' from my Ass." In the course of deciphering his likes and dislikes, I asked if he were POZ or NEG. "Don't know as I give a Shit. Just wanna be filled with all the Cum I can get, an' one Cock's good as another for that." Overjoyed to have found such a discriminating Fucker, I dumped three more Deposits up his unvirtuous Ass. Then I couldn't resist one final Dig "They have free testing here Thursday evenings. Ya oughta avail yourself since I just dumped 4 POZ Loads up your Ass. An' if you're lookin' for action, I'd head down to the Sauna since those Fuckers who were jackin' sure looked like they needed it BAD!" He mumbled incomprehensibly and sashayed out the door. It'd been a wonderful birthday so far—knowing I may have POZZED another NEG Pig.

We have a cruising place in Redding called Quarts Hill or simply "The Hill ." One night it was too hot to sleep; or, rather, I was too horny. So I drove over to the Hill in search of "action." It was late and I didn't expect to find much, so imagine my surprise when I found some 15 vehicles in the lot. Among the randy cruisers was a youth named Tim, mid-twenties, tall, slender, and very good looking. I'd been unsuccessfully chasing after Tim's NEG Butt for eons; but Tim was a Total Tease, and we both knew it. Only that night Tim was way too horny for his own good. We stalked the cruising paths pursuing that illusive action—15 cars and 15 dudes each waiting for the other to make the first move. That only made us hotter. We strolled toward the camping area, found an abandoned mattress, and undressed. I kissed Tim all over, my practiced fingers tweaking his Nips, drooling Lips coaxing gossamer-like Strands from his Piss Slit, while my other hand snaked along his Buttocks to finger his NEG Pussy. Tim, being only human, began to dance, tentatively at first, then exuberantly, in cadence with my busy Mouth and Digits. I gave Tim's Mancunt a helluva shellacking, my tongue darting in and out of his recess. His moans grew pozitively passionate. For 30 minutes I rimmed his Pussy, getting his tight, sweet, NEG Ass receptive to my Toxic Shaft and the Death Cum that would follow. We necked for a while, our tongues performing mini-tonsillectomies. When Tim went down on me, I thought I would explode. He sucked my Pole, then straddled me. I nibbled that Sweet NEG Hole again—anxious to imbue it with my Deadly Bug—as innocuous Precum from his bobbing Shaft drooled slime-cicles in my Pubes. Impatient to bequeath the Sacred Heritage, I pressed my Death Stick to his Rectum, ready to commence the Irreversible Conversion. Tim pulled out a Rubber and handed it to me. "I NEVER BAREBACK. IT'S UNSAFE. YOU WANNA FUCK ME, PUT THIS ON!" I uncoiled the Prophylactic so it appeared we were gonna PLAY HIS WAY. As he turned so I could doggie him. I put some Lube on his Ass and on the pretext of oiling my Shaft, vaselined the damned thing into the bushes. Slowly, deliberately I slipped my unsheathed Death Breeder into him. When Tim got to moaning like a Bitch in Heat, I knew I had him--he was mine! In one long, serpentine assault, I commenced the murderous befoulment of his NEG Mancunt. SERVED THE PUSSY RIGHT! He rocked slowly, sensuously in and out and moaned and gasped: "Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck my Hole! Fill me up!" "Oh yeah, Baby! I'm gonna breed your Pussy!" I'm sure he regarded our Copulation as just another Safe Sex Buggery in a lifetime of innumerable paramours and unending intercourse, where no single act of Coitus had significance beyond the moment--an unending rat-race of Sexual Incontinence, continuing until one GREW TOO OLD, OR WEAK, OR SICK, OR DIED. It was through the last three options that I offered Tim deliverance. I thrust deep in him with my first Load of Toxins and KNOCKED HIM UP! Tim clenched his Ass about my Death Stick as I massaged the Bug into his slimy Rectum. I almost lost my composure when I realized I was gonna shoot a second Load, but didn't want to let on that I was cumming yet. Tim loved it, unaware that his tight NEG Ass was not nearly as tight as it used to be and might be NEG no more. As I blew my third Load up his Ass, I knew he couldn't take much more. I'd fucked him raw, and he was sore and bleeding; so I fucked him even harder for another 20 minutes. Till then he had not touched himself. I felt his Ass tighten and his Prostrate expand--like a Walnut set to explode. I was about to fuck the Cum out of him, and he was gonna Cum without being touched! I plowed him harder, targeting his swollen Prostate. Each time I hit that "hard spot", he shrieked and moaned and shuddered. "I'm gonna Cum! I'm gonna Cum!" Fuck, the Dude was gonna make me blast another (fourth) Death Load! No longer could I obfuscate my pleasure. I began to moan and pant, and we both shot together. Each of Tim's Spasms sent a massive Volley of NEG Jizm over his head and into the brush. It was like, subconsciously, he knew his Climax was something special—much different from his usual brief encounters with a typical no-name partner. He pulled off my Cock and fell on his belly. I pretended to take the Rubber off and toss it in the scrub. We lay there cuddling for about an hour. Tim said that no one had ever fucked the Cum out of him before. As we dressed, I noticed Bloody Jizm oozing from his Pussy. I met up with Tim many times that summer and repeatedly filled him with my Charged Spooge. Tim never did figure out that it was I who POZZED him He left to go back to college in September. I didn't see him again till Christmas when he told me he was POZ. "No more fears, no more hesitation about going all the way! No more Rubbers, ever again!" he opined. He thought he'd been infected by an LA BF. Best to let sleeping dogs lie, I supposed. Besides, I detest confrontations. So far, I have 32 Conversions to my name, most of whom willingly took it bareback. The balance were the Tims of this world, where some skullduggery, deception, or other shenanigans were required. Regardless, they are my Progeny, purveyors of my very special Bloodline; and everything I did, I did in their best interest.

I had the most incredible sex last weekend. If it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it. I was about to leave work last Friday and decided to check online to see if there was anything worth fucking. I checked the local chat room and found several prospects, one of whom caught my eye. He was my type: mid-40s; 6'3"; 225; ex-football player; hairy chest and butt; 7 inches. He wanted to play and get fucked before his wife and son got home. Only thing was—he didn't have a pic. That usually constitutes an automatic "No No." But I was I was feeling extra horny and decided to swing by. Was I in for a surprise! Contrary to my expectations, he was much better-looking than he'd described—a brick shithouse with a muscular build, furry chest, mustache, and a day's worth of facial growth—a hot looking Daddy to be sure! He answered the door dressed only in shorts and ready to play, escorted me to the couch, got me a beer, and almost tore off my clothes! While he went down on me, I flicked his Nips, and felt my way down to his Shaft—not as long as mine but definitely a Keeper. I reached behind to his hairy Ass. His furry Butt seemed to tremble as I explored his Anus. I lubed a couple of fingers with spit and pushed in to see how receptive he'd be to fucking. The Dude seemed hungry enough. I sunk my fingers in to the knuckle. When he came up for air, I raised his cumly legs to my shoulders, and spit on his Mancunt to make it more hospitable. Just as I was about to take the plunge, he suggested I wear a Condom. Now what's the sense of that? I told him to try and take my Cock first since he hadn't been fucked in ages. I slowly let my bare Cock slide up his Ass, and—Boy—did he wiggle and squirm! I started off slowly to let him get adjusted and hungrier for more. Works every time. Get 'em used to you before you start bruisin' and abusin'. Once he was primed, I went in for the Kill—pounded his Hole like he there was no tomorrow. He loved submitting to a guy bigger than he. You could tell he had been yearning to let his Bottom Side hang out. The closer I got, the more impudent my thrusts, till I blew my Charged Load. The idea of breeding this married Dude on own couch sent me over the edge. He felt me spasm and clenched up to stop me. That never works. He asked me if I'd Cum? "Yes," I nodded. He seemed OK with that, no doubt ASSuming I was NEG. I wrapped my lips around his Rod; and seconds later his hot, creamy Load slid down my throat. We settled back onto the couch with our beers, and he said his son would soon be home. As I dressed, he remarked, crestfallen, that he'd hoped I'd stick around. "Won't that be awkward for your Boy?" "No. I'd like to see you fuck him" I was floored, but the suggestion got me rock hard. In walked the Kid in shorts and tee, sweaty from the gym. At 21, he was drop-dead gorgeous—6', 200, chiseled face and bod, dark hair, and slight body hair. You could tell he shaved more than his face or he'd have been a Man's Man like his Dad. Dad introduced us and called him over. I tried to zip up, but Dad positioned Junior over my Crotch and told him suck my Meat. A little shy at first, he did as he was told. Daddy helped peel off his sweaty underwear. Nice Cock on Junior, too—longer than his Dad's—but not as thick. His Ass was a perfect Bubble Butt, and you could tell one place he didn't shave—thick and furry—like his Old Man. After he'd scarfed Dad's Ass Juices off my Cock (little did he suspect where It'd been a few moments before), Dad turned his progeny around, confronting me with the sweetest "Virgin" Rosebud (any Pussy that is NEG is "Virgin" to me). I'd plied his Mancunt same as I'd done his Dad, but figured I didn't have to beat around the bush, so I went in for the Kill. The Kid was a bit taken aback when I plowed my diseased Shaft up his Ass in one abrading thrust, but Dad had obviously tutored the Boy well and reassured him it was okay. "Just let the Nice Man fuck you, P.J," was his phraseology. I wasn't gonna last long with the Kid, so when I was ready to shoot I gave his Dad a wink and released my POZ Jizm deep inside P.J's NEG Gut. Likewise Daddy shot what may have been the last NEG Load of his Queer Career down Junior's throat. After we finished, we let the Youth sit down, and I went down on him as Daddy jerked him into my waiting mouth. As I dressed I told them what a hot time I'd had and how I'd like to do it again someday soon. Daddy walked me to the door as P.J. sat there fucked and filled and smiling from ear to ear. I gave him my number, and he told me he'd call me the next time wifey was out of town. Glancing at Junior, I replied I'd really like that. What I really meant was, how incredibly hot it would be to POZ both Dad and Son and, indirectly, Mommy, too!

My friend, Aaron, who POZZED me two years ago, loves to watch me get fucked. He loves screwing my Hole after it's been lubed with another guy's Cum. Three-ways really turn him on. Friday night we had an orgy with a guy from AOL. We hooked up at Aaron's. Ol' Aaron seemed pleased with the Dude—especially after I told him he was still NEG. We headed to the bedroom and got right down to business. I sucked Aaron while AOL watched. I took both their Cocks down my throat. Then my friend told AOL to fuck me. Aaron lubed my Hole and AOL's Dick. Soon I was flat on my back with my legs on AOL's shoulders while Aaron straddled my face with his Cock down my throat. I rimmed Aaron's Ass. Felching's not my favorite thing, but Aaron's Butt is so tasty I can't resist. I wish my tongue were longer—he tastes so good! Aaron started fucking my face, and I was getting plugged at both ends. "Fuck him hard! Pound that Ass!" my Bud urged AOL. "Shoot your Load up his Mancunt! Lube that Pussy good for me!" Aaron started rimming AOL, who quickly spooged way up inside me. My Hole was sloppy and wet—the way Aaron likes it. He shoved his Cock in my Hole. I was so worked over I had no trouble taking his huge Shaft up my Pussy. He shot a humungous POZ Load in minutes. AOL ate the POZ Jism out my Hole. He seemed to ravish the blend of multiple Strains and Ass Juice. The mix dripped down my Ass and AOL lapped it up. While he was felching me, Aaron got behind him, aiming his Dick at his Hole. "No way, Man. I don't get fucked!" Aaron shoved Poppers under his nose, just as he had the night he POZZED me. After a few hits AOL was well on his way to becoming another just POZ Cumslut. As Aaron fucked him, I slid beneath them and AOL screwed me again. I lay on my stomach, relishing every quiver and quake of their illicit lovemaking. AOL moaned he was gonna Shoot a second time. Aaron plowed him harder, and the Dude exploded up my Ass. Spent, he tried to pull out and get Aaron out of his Pussy. But again Aaron shoved Poppers beneath his nose while simultaneously fouling his Virgin Hole with gobs of thick Toxic Cum. As AOL drove me home, he seemed pensive—said it'd been years since he'd been fucked like that and how good It felt. Feeling his Spooge leak out of my Pussy, I remarked that being a Bottom has certain advantages—that I, too, had been a Top till I met Aaron. "Aaron's clean, isn't he? I mean, he doesn't have any serious STDs or anything?" I decided a Little White Lie was in order. I knew that Aaron would want to breed him again (and again, until It took), and I didn't want to spoil his fun.

I went to the Baths Saturday afternoon. It had been raining hard so there weren't many guys there. I'd been there an hour when I ran into this dude who'd screwed me before. He was fat and middle-aged, but had a nice smile and a cute Dick. He beckoned me into his room and fucked me as I leaned over the bed. I went back to my room and lay down. An Asian guy wandered in and sat down beside me. I’d seen him around, but not for some time, and wondered what had happened to him. He was petite, small for a man, with an almost feminine frame, really smooth skin, and a mop of curly black hair. "How ya doin'? he asked. I sucked his Cock in response. "Been fucked today?" "Yeah. I'm still leakin' Cum." "Lemme see." He hoisted my legs to his shoulders and rammed his Rod up my Ass. "Man! Musta been quite a Stud! Ur Cunt's swimmin’ in Spunk!" We hit the Poppers really hard, neckin' furiously while we fucked. “You gonna Cum in me?” “Want my Load, Baby?" "Is it Dirty Cum?" I asked instinctively. "'Fraid so, Dude.” "So you're POZ now?" He ground it into me and grinned. “'Two months to the day, Baby Doll.” "You gonna Cum in me?" "Only if you want it." My head was spinning. I KNEW I WANTED IT, but was afraid. I was about to make one of those Life and Death decisions I couldn't undo." "Tell me when you Cum," I whispered. "I wanna know.” “You got it, Babe. Just wanted ta hear ya say it. Matter of fact, I’M CUMMIN' NOW!” “Cum on then! I WANT IT SOOOOO BAD!” His Rod stiffened and throbbed as he shot. When he finished, he kept it in me. He pulled his Dick out; and used his finger to wipe off the Jizm off his Cock. Crudely he shoved his digit back up my Spooge-laden Pussy.. “Never waste a Drop. Give me an hour and I'll fuck you again. You'll end up sex-crazed like the rest of us—dying to breed. Hit the Clinic Friday morning; fuck like crazy Friday night. Never pass up an opportunity to POZ some Mancunt. S'what makes the Queer World go round. The Bug loves all Fags!" He wrapped his towel round his thin waist, twisted my Tit so hard could barely suppress a scream, smirked an evil grin, and sauntered off. I wondered if HIV had affected his brain.

Saturday night I was at one of the chicken hawk bars ogling the guys. One shy youth sat down at a corner table. An hour and a half passed, and he just kept drinking. I decided this was THE BOY. I strolled over and introduced myself. His name was Andy, 5' 9", a thin 150, dark hair, satin-smooth skin. I ordered us tequilas. He was 21 and bi-curious. It was his first time in a Gay Bar. We made small talk as he sipped one drink after another. I made sure he never lacked for liquid refreshment. By closing time he was about to pass out. Since I figured a respectable boy like himself wouldn't want to go home drunk, I suggested we get a room at the Baths. He slurred he'd love to see the Baths. I vowed the Kid would get broken in right. I dragged him out of the bar and into my car. I drove to a Bathhouse only 5 minutes away Andy could barely walk and stumbled into our room, collapsing on the bed. I locked the door and pulled off his clothes. Now that we were alone, I kissed him ALL OVER. I don't know how he would have responded had he been sober; but in his intoxicated state, we made out for 20 minutes before he passed out. I'd specifically requested one of the "sling" rooms, and in that apparatus that I struggled to position him. Just looking at the young, slim, hairless body gave me a hardon, knowing what was forthcummin'. I pulled out a large hit of Tina and worked it up his Chute, well past his Sphincter, so the Fucker would quickly absorb it. I secured the stirrups and restraints, so his fresh Virgin Hole was exposed to all Cumers. ! spat on my Cock and lined my Shaft up with his Virgin Boy Cunt. Call me a Sadist, but I just love to plow ALL THE WAY into an unsuspecting Boy's Ass, the less Lube, the better—breaks a Cunt in real fast. So I tore into Andy, ripping him open like a high school girl before I gave him his first Cumload, thick, creamy, and POZ. Now that I had taken his innocence, and, hopefully his health, it was time for the real fun to begin. I flung open the door—and men, young and old, fat and thin, handsome and ugly (mostly ugly) began to traipse in. I knew some were POZ. Most notable among them was Ol' Frank, not chronologically old, but so-called because of his advanced AIDS, emaciated, with sunken cheeks, and KS Lesions on his arms and legs, even his tongue—I've tasted it! I noticed Ol' Frank ravished the Boy several times that night, and a smirk graced his cracked lips whenever he shot. But all good things must Cum to an end, and in the morning I had to leave. I'd dumped in the Youth several times; and I swear, the geography of Andy's Anal Canal had become common knowledge among the Bath's Patrons. I smiled at the Kid, trapped in the Sling, Cunt all red, leaking pink Spooge, which ran down his thighs, to pool on the canvas beneath him. There was literally a quarter-cup of the Staff of Death puddled there. Grabbing a cone-shaped cup from the water cooler, I scooped up what I could and forced it down the semi-conscious Boy's throat. I bid him farewell, though I doubt if he heard me; and, after renewing his room for another 12 hours, asked the Desk Clerk to look in on him from time to time. That night I got a call about 9 PM. It was the Clerk On Duty. He said he'd made a terrible mistake Just as he was leaving Andy's room, he got an urgent page back to the Lobby. In his haste, he'd failed to latch Andy's door. It'd swung wide open. They got really busy, and the Clerk didn't get back to Andy till late afternoon. From what Andy said, some Wise Ass had forced a rubber ball between his teeth, then the Dude, and 15 other guys, proceeded to rape him.. Andy was huddled in a corner of the lobby, terrified and crying, as he awaited a cab. The Clerk had tried to calm him, telling him everything would be OK. Of course, that was bullshit. Andy would never be the same again.

I haven't really been Bugchasing, but I have barebacked for the last 4 or 5 years. It's been over a year since I asked anyone his Status. Before I would only fuck with NEG’s. Now I'm not certain it matters. I live in rural Louisiana, so most of my tricks are married guys or first-timers. When I visit big cities, I try to hook up with local Tops; but It never really worked out until last week. I was visiting an ex-college-roommate in Austin. A couple of hours before driving home, I got an email from a Dude I'd been trying to connect with. He wanted to hook up. His timing was perfect. My Bud had left for work. I had the house to myself. I gave him directions and took a quick shower. He was a hot Latino. I knew from his pic he was hung. His English wasn't the greatest, but I figured we could communicate on the salient points. We went into the bedroom and got naked. He worked my Tits, and I went down on him. His pic hadn't done him justice. I was sucking one of the biggest pieces of Uncut Manmeat I'd ever laid eyes on. After a few minutes of mutual Sucking and Tit play, he pushed me back on the bed. Now my Profile states "Unprotected/Bareback" while his says "Safe Sex Only," but he showed no interest in Condoms. He got between my legs, and lifted and spread them. On the pretense of leaning forward to kiss me, he ground the head of his Prick against my Pussy. SUDDENLY HE SHOVED IT ALL THE WAY IN! Keep in mind, he wasn't the smallest. I yelped and jerked and tried to push him off. I told him to slow down, handed him the Lube, and took another hit of the Poppers. He looked a bit miffed, but slapped some on my Ass Crack and shoved It in again. He didn't put any on his Dick or even target my Mancunt. He knew I was hurting and liked it. He kissed me passionately and worked on my Nips. I was so horny, I let him to get away with it; but It never stopped hurting. I was getting a Royal Reaming Plus. I kept the Poppers practically glued to my nostrils. He began to mumble in Spanish, thrust in all the way, and came in my Ass. I shot my Load three strokes later, but I WAS HURTING! He pulled out, and I pointed to the bathroom. He cleaned up, dressed, and was out the door before I could say "Jack Rabbit." Then I noticed THE BLOOD. He had ripped me up good with his Huge Dry Cock. I was sore for a week. As torn up as I was, I knew if he were POZ, the odds were I'd converted. To be honest I wasn't 100% certain I was NEG to begin with. I could have done without the roughness, as I was too sore to get fucked by some other Tops who wanted to do me. And I've since vowed never turn down a guy—NEG or POZ. But I've jacked off a hundred times since then, recalling the Dude who probably POZZED me.