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I was cruising at a Porn Shop and locked eyes with this cute guy. He was Hispanic, 5'8”, 160, with dark hair and innocent saucer eyes. He looked young - probably 21 at the oldest. He arched his brows and smiled at me.

“How’s it going?” I inquired.

“Okay.”

“First time here?”

“Yeah.”

“You into guys?”

My bluntness took him by surprise, but his bulging crotch belied his innocence.

“Depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“The Guy.”

“Been in the back yet?”

He shook his head.

“Let’s get some tokens, and I’ll show you round.“

We went into the back video area. It was dark and we could hear moaning cumming from the booths—not all was soundtrack. A variety of dudes loitered in the hall and stared at us insolently. I walked over to a Glory-Hole booth. The Youth followed me.

I told the Kid to lock the door and feed in some tokens. Scenes of engorged young guys fucking and sucking flickered across the screen. He sat close to me, so close I felt his body heat. I placed my hand upon his knee and massaged his inner thigh. His gaze was frozen to the tube, embarrassed by my wantonness.

“Been with a man before?”

“No.” he shook his head.

“Wanna try it?”

“Yeah.”

That was all I needed. I kissed him on the Lips and licked his Nips till he was moaning. I undid his jeans. His hard Cock jetted out below his briefs. His pants and jockeys fell to his ankles while I held Poppers beneath his nose.

“What's that?”

“Aroma therapy—relaxes you.” He sniffed big time. You could tell how much he wanted to “RELAX.”

I sat back on the bench and pulled off my clothes. His eyes popped when he spied my massive Meat.

“Wanna taste it?”

He nodded. Gently but persuasively I pressed him down upon my Rod.

Another Dick popped through the Glory Hole.

“Suck It. Suck It all.”

He was reluctant so I gave him another hit of Poppers. He took It down his hungry throat.

”It’s okay. It’s safe in here. Mostly Bi’s and Married Guys. You needn’t worry.”

I bent down to rim his Ass. He moaned. I doused his Crack with Lubricant and rubbed my Cock against it. Slowly I pushed in. The Cock at the wall spasmed, and he coughed a little. He’d swallowed his first Load.

Another Cock came his way. He showed no reticence. As his lips parted, I plowed his Ass and plunged into his Pussy. He groaned and twitched, but made no effort to pull off.

I speared his Cunt and pumped my Deadly Jizm up his Rectal Cavity. Preoccupied, he took no notice. I encouraged him to take one Load of Venom after another. Within an hour, he’d become a total Pig.

Mission accomplished, I dressed, unlatched the door, and peered out. I spotted just whom I was looking for—Rod, a POZ black dude.

I waved him in. He whipped out his Infected Shaft and slid It in the guy. I whispered to the Neophyte I had to go, and thanked him for the Fuck. He groped me one more time and kept on sucking. Hunched over the bench, he took the Large Black POZ Cock up his Mancunt and a Dick of unknown Status down his gullet.

Rod stuck around to watch the action.

I exited the booth, leaving the door wide open to a queue of would-be Tops.

A few weeks later I saw Rod at the Club. The Youth had stayed till 3 AM and taken 8 Loads up the Ass and a dozen down his throat.

Welcome to the Club, Buddy!

It happened in ‘93, when I was still living in Jacksonville. I’d just started to move beyond vanilla. At the March on Washington in April, I made my first foray into kink. I had always been interested in leather, but after reading the stories in Drummer and from the few leathermen I knew, I didn't dare try it. I thought every leatherman was only into S&M, which didn’t appeal to me. It was in Washington that I decided to bite the bullet. I found a guy willing to give me my first taste of leather, and it was wonderful. He also introduced me to piss: I was instantly hooked. Back in Jacksonville, I wanted more. The only place yellow was even remotely acceptable was at The Boot Rack, where a small leather crowd gathered, alongside the cowboy/country/redneck types. I'd sit at the bar, flying yellow in my pocket, and was usually successful in garnering a few drinks. Because, however, yellow was cutting edge even there, and not universally accepted, I took to the urinals.

One night, I was at the urinal, waiting for someone to come in. Finally, he did. He was not much to look at, but saw my yellow and aimed his cock in my direction. That was all it took; and I was down on my knees, his knob in my mouth, awaiting his stream. I drank a couple of recycled beers. When he was done, I got up, and he started feeling my butt, telling me how firm it felt. My pants were already down around my ankles, and he fingered my crack. Now, I enjoy like getting fucked as much as the next guy, but I was looking for piss. Besides, the Jax cops were notorious for illegal entrapment, so I wasn't too keen on bending over there. The guy said flat out "I wanna fuck you." I told him "Sorry, not interested" but he wouldn’t take 'No' for an answer. I was getting annoyed, and wasn't too pleased with his finger up my cunt as, without any lube, it didn't feel very good being prodded and poked.

I was about to leave when suddenly he pushed me against the wall, pinned me with his body, and started thrusting his cock into my crack. I was about to tell him to butt out (no pun intended) when his helmet hit my rosebud, and he plowed all the way in. Man, did that hurt! The only lube was leftover spit from when I’d sucked him. I thought that he was busting me open. I was being violated against my will. I wasn't against getting fucked—far from it, but not like that—in public, no lube, no rubber, and by a top who was totally dismissive of my wants and emotions. I was in pain, and he didn’t give a rat’s ass. I just let him have his way with me as there wasn't much else I could do. Every time he plowed in and out, my man cunt ached. I wished it was over and done with. He started to gasp, and his Shaft swelled within me. With a low moan, and one final assault, he shot his load. For the first time in my life I’d been barebacked. He pulled-out With a wet plop. Breathing heavily in my ear, he thanked me, pulled up his pants, and left.

I remained in the bathroom to regain my composure and sat down in a stall. I reached between my legs and gently caressed my sore anus with my index finger. I carried away with a bloody mixture of shit and spooge. After doctoring myself and cleaning up as best I could, I returned to the bar for a drink. He was sitting just a couple of stools down, conversing with some buds. When I got my beer, he raised his glass as if in a toast, and smiled amicably, like nothing happened. I could feel his spunk dripping out of my ravaged pussy, soiling my briefs. When he got up to leave, he stopped by to tell me how much he’d enjoyed it, and hoped we could do it again. He gave me a kiss—like rape was the natural precursor to love and romance. What was really strange was that I did hope it would happen again. I certainly didn't enjoy being violated; but I liked being used to please another in an environment where “I” didn’t matter. To him I was just another fuck hole to use and abuse and not give a shit about. And I preferred it that way!

To date, I haven't been raped again. Gang-banged, yes—but not with the gusto that guy exuded. I’ve been a dedicated barebacker ever since, and have had a number of guys pump in my ass, only to tell me afterwards they were POZ. I’ve been fucked with rubbers only to learn that the tops had pricked holes in them to infect bottoms who thought they were playing safe. But I've not again experienced that special sensation of helplessness and subservience concomitant to rape. Some of you may think I made this up, but it all happened just as I said. I'd love to hear from you rapists about your experiences. What it is about rape turns you on? And from you victims, what was it like? It can be fun. I know.

A Saturday afternoon at the local sauna. In a small TV room porn-vids usually flicker across a small screen; but it’s turned off, and the room is pitch black. I can just make out a couple of dudes inside—only because of their white towels. A lot of guys pass by, practitioners of Safe Sex, no doubt. But safety holds no truck with me, so I smear some KY on my Butt and go in to see what gives.

I grope my way to a bench on the far wall and lie down. A guy is standing next to me. He seems gaunt and stooped, but appears to be massaging a perfectly good Cock. Beyond him, a second dude stands silhouetted in the door light; but it’s too dark to make out much about him, other than he’s short and stocky. They appear to be together, and I’m the object of their whispers. The short guy approaches and runs a stubby finger down my Crack. I sense his excitement when he finds me slickened up.

"He's lubed up. Fuck him!" That’s not an expletive; it’s a directive.

The cadaverous one’s on me, skin dry and papery, ribs sharp against my back. My heart hammers as his Cock slides between my Ass Cheeks and finds its target. I’m impaled to the bench in total darkness by a dude I cannot even see. His spindly legs, his wasted, flabby buttocks, his ulcerated underbelly undulate against my backside; and I think, "Am I mad?"

I tense up and try to get out from beneath him, but a bottle of Poppers is thrust under my nose. I melt back onto the bench.

"Easy," whispers the short one. "Don’t fight HIM."

The haggard one moans and groans. The sweat pours off him as he pummels my Mancunt, drenching both of us, causing slapstick reverberations as damp, sticky flesh ensnares and disentangles. He gasps and spasms. "Cum...cum…cum…Cumming!" The Poppers go back under my nose.

"Too late now," whispers the short one.

"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" laments the emaciated dude in a horsy whisper, as he squirts within my Pussy. He collapses on my back, sucking asthmatic air into his bony rib cage. I try to move but stubby fingers caress my cheek.

"You're fucked now. Let it take. Accept it. Be fun to see if you get pregnant, won’t it?"

Cast of Characters:

Jamie - That’s me

Hector - My Bud

Marky - The Mark

Terry - Co-conspirator

Jesus - Terry’s POZ Pal

Jason - Terry’s other POZ Pal

Anonymous POZ white guy

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - The Plan

Chapter 2 – Implementation

Chapter 3 - Pozzing

Chapter 4 – CumSlut

I had the most awesome Memorial Day weekend. I took Friday off because I wanted to fuck around. First thing I did was to look-up Hector, the stud who had pozzed me on Christmas Eve. I hadn’t seen him much since then, but knew he was into planting dirty loads. You should have seen his eyes light up when I told him I had converted. He was in his boxers, which didn't hide his sleek poz cock, so naturally I was sucking that baby minutes after I was through the door. I didn't let his beautiful cock out of my mouth even when he shuffled to the couch. I went wild, deep-throating that poz tool. When my jaws began to ache, I begged him to fuck me. I have no shame.

Hector dropped his drawers and turned me round. He plunged his tongue into my pussy. I love his tongue. He slobbered on my hole like it was candy, till I was moaning like a bitch in heat. When he was done with lubrication, he spun me round and made me straddle him, forcing my ass down on his raw tool. My greedy mancunt devoured his pole—while I simultaneously screamed in pain. He showed no mercy - I saw stars as he dicked me. Frankly, I think my screaming turned him on 'cause over and over again he asked if I liked his cock up my 'Bitch Ass'. I grunted in concurrence as he thrust in and out. He chewed my nips and fucked my ass for half an hour. My hole was by this point sore and throbbing and quite happy when he rammed It in and shot into me, unloading a bucket of charged cum. He left his cock up my ass, and we made out. Slowly, he pushed me off his shaft. He winced when my sphincter clenched around his tender head. He scooted down beneath my hole and rimmed me, slurping his poz jizm down his gullet. He made me clean him off. I love the combination of ass juice, the copperish taste of traces of blood, and poz spooge.

We washed up and grabbed a bite to eat. I told him what I had in mind—to find a neg and poz him. “You game?” I reached beneath the table. His shaft, hard as a rock, told all. “C'mon, let's go!” I urged him.

We spent most of the afternoon cruising Christopher Street, pretending we were a couple looking for a third. We got lots of smiles and chit chat, but no one was dopey enough to get close to us. We finally tried a bookstore. Surprisingly, there was a fair number of guys in there—most of them trolls. We headed to the back—and searched for our victim. Hector saw him first, and nudged me. He was perfect—college jock material; a bit shorter than I, about 5'7"; huge shoulders, massive pecs, and great legs. Big brown nips skewered his clean white tee. He was wearing a baseball cap and khaki shorts with sandals, and oozed “out-of-town-dumb-jock” from every pore. We circled and kept our eyes on him. Hector 'accidentally' bumped into him, mumbled an apology, and beamed his killer smile. The kid was somewhat nervous and moved on. After a bit of cat and mouse and a lot of furtive glances, the three of us began to engage in small talk. The kid's name was Mark, and Hector introduced me as his lover.

Mark was 18, from Philadelphia, and attending summer school at NYU. He'd just settled into his dorm room (which he didn't share with anyone) and was getting acclimated. I told him I used to go to NYU (a lie), and what a great school it was (also a lie). I'd be happy to tell him all about things to do and stuff. Hector inveigled him into joining us for coffee. Mark was gorgeous. He’d been a wrestler in high school, and was studying physical therapy. He had short blond hair, and the most stunning blue eyes and dimples. Man, I loved those dimples. Hector made up stuff about us. Like, we'd been together four years and were trying to spruce up our sex lives—were considering a threesome. All the while he held my hand. If I didn't know he was a gifter, I'd have fallen for him.

Mark ate it up. He thought all that lovey-dovey stuff was real. Not to mention that Hector himself was really hot. He looked Marky right in the eye, and asked if he'd help us out. I sat there innocently. It didn’t take long for Hector to convince him. Hector asked Mark if he would prefer his place or the dorm. We opted for his dorm, since it was closer. When we passed through Washington Square Park, Hector asked Mark if he smoked, and bought some weed. His room was sparsely furnished, and tucked away at the end of a hall right off the park. Hector and Mark sat on the small bunk that passes for a bed at NYU, and I sat at his desk. Hector rolled a joint and passed it around. We each took a hit. Hector put his hand on Mark’s knee and caressed it. He spoon-fed Mark a couple more tokes and kissed him. Mark's eyes clouded over. He didn’t seem experienced. Soon enough Hector's tongue jammed down the Mark's throat, his hands all over the hottie's bod. Mark was nude in less than a minute, and Hector never let up kissing him.

As I surmised, Mark's body was terrific - I don't think he carried even an ounce of fat. I've got a swimmer's build, but Mark put me to shame. I dropped to my knees and sucked him. My digits worked his nips like I'd wanted to since I had first seen him. He moaned, and lay his hands atop my head. Meanwhile the kissing between Mark and Hector progressed to 'deep and sloppy', and a lust-swollen Mark bent down to suck Hector's turgid shaft. That latin dick damn near drove into Mark's licentious throat. Not surprisingly, Mark gagged, but Hector held him fast as I positioned Mark on his back on the bed and straddled him as Mark and I made-out. Hector slobbered up my ass and sucked Mark’s rod, getting it nice and slick, and guided Mark's pole into my hole, and tapped my ass, signaling me to plunge downward on Mark's shaft. It was so fucking hot—his groaned outright as his bare cock inched into my ass.

I started to ride that cock like crazy. You should have heard the kid. “Oh, God! Oh, Shit! Oh, Fuck!” as I milked his dick. Then I pushed him off, and re-positioned myself under him, planting my legs squarely on his shoulders. He gamely plowed back in, with no vacillation. Mark slid his cock in and out of my ass,

Hector came from behind, spread Mark's cheeks and commenced rimming him. I don't think he’d ever been eaten out before, 'cause he went nuts, moaning and screwing harder. Hector apparently began fingering Mark's hole, remarking "What a tight fuckin' cunt you have" and "Fuckin' sweet hole" and how he was gonna stuff that pussy with Latin cock.

Marky groaned all the more.

“Take it easy, Mark. Don't cum yet” I counseled, as I could see what Hector was about to do as he lubed his dick with spit aimed for Mark's hole. Upon contact, Mark let out a yelp.

I glimpsed ecstasy on Hector's face as he grunted “Shit yeah! That feels good!”

Mark replied with some tension "Ughhhhhh, take it easy. Fuck, that hurts! Slow down! I haven't been fucked much."

I soothed his discomfort saying “Don't worry, Mark. We're gonna take good care of you—beyond your wildest dreams."

Hector, on the other hand, chimed in with "Think that hurts? Try this on for size!” as, quick as a fox, Hector rammed his rod all the way in.

Mark's thighs were wedged against my ass, so effectively he was trapped. He let out a shriek. “S-T-O-P!”

The poor Boy was sandwiched between us. Hector smirked, a fiendish twinkle in his eye. He could be a rough motherfucker at times. He loved to jam his cock in real hard. Mark was in tears so I pulled him towards me, tonguing them away. “Don't worry, Baby. It's OK.” “YEAH, BOY! FUCK YOUR PUSSY ON THAT COCK!” Hector demanded.

IT WAS TIME! Hector nodded at me. I nodded back. He humped faster, moaning, groaning. He slammed in a few more times—held real still—and grunted as his dick spewed virus laden spooge up the innocent’s young ass. Hector shuddered and pulled out. He knelt down to eat his Poison Jizm out of Mark's ass. Mark moaned his approval - Hector knew full well the carnal delight of his rapacious tongue on a mancunt just defiled, and Mark kept telling us how hot that felt. He asked Hector if he could cum again, and Hector nodded and Mark bent down to suck Hector's dick. I knelt behind Marky and splayed his ass cheeks. His hole was puffy and red. I pointed out the bloody blotches around his pussy, and Hector nodded approvingly. I finger-fucked him roughly, scraping and abrading.

Marky groaned as Hector’s cock was once again submerged inside his chute, his hole stretched wide to accommodate Herr Meister. Hector slammed in to his balls, unloading a second wad of POZ Jism up the young man’s butt. Unrepentant Pig Slut that I am, I lapped up the excess.

We were going out that night and invited Mark, who, hungry for companionship or sex—whichever—eagerly accepted. We cautioned him to save himself for later. Reluctantly he agreed

I phoned Mark and asked if he’d beat off. “No,” he replied, “I’m saving It for you.” Hector and I laughed at that, but it was cool. We were gonna have some serious fun that night. When we got to his dorm, he was decked out like an Abercrombie & Fitch Jock Boy. Man, was he hot in his baggy cargo shorts and tight fitting Tee! I almost creamed. He, in turn, was ecstatic to see us, and gave us each a long, lingering kiss—Hector's was a bit longer than mine, but I didn't mind. We went out and grabbed a bite to eat, and Hector suggested we go to a sex club. Mark was hesitant at first, but Bro promised we’d take good care of him. So we headed out to a place in Queens that Hector said was fun. I'd never been there, and was excited—and apprehensive.

The place was okay, if somewhat dark and sleazy. But it did turn out to be exciting. Poor Marky looked so out of place. We got a room and quickly changed from our street clothes into towels. I realized, after a couple of minutes, that Marky and I were among the only seven or eight white guys there. Everyone else was either Latino or Black, and those Black and Latin dudes cruise Marky! I think everyone of them wanted a piece of his Lily White Ass. Hector led us to the “Orgy Room,” an unlit lounge with frayed upholstery and mattresses that reeked of cum and urine. He kept hold of Marky's hand and kissed him. A black guy sat down next to us, and watched Hector and Mark make out. I leaned over and licked his nips. The guy was huge, at least 6' tall. I moaned as he snaked his tongue into my ass. Marky watched me getting eaten till Hector grabbed him by the neck and pushed him down. I noticed Mark's cock poked through his towel as he sucked Hector's Dick. The black guy's cock probed my pussy and inched slowly in. It must have been gigantic cause it hurt like hell. We fucked in silence as I watched Marky blow Hector. Then Hector drew Mark up against his body, positioning him over his shaft. Mark's neg hole unclenched to take Hector's poz tool for the third time that day.

All I could do was watch the scene unfolding in front of me as that humungous black rod plow in and out of me. I was flying! I wrapped my arms around the black guy and pulled him close, clenched my ass and watched his eyes flicker and roll back. He groaned and slammed in hard as his dick spasmed and he unloaded his semen into me. “You poz or neg?” I whispered. "Neg" came the reply. "That's cool" I replied, as I gestured towards Mark saying "but my buddy Mark is lookin' for the bug" adding that it was Mark's first time barebacking, and he was looking for as many loads as possible, preferably poz loads. He glanced at Marky riding Hector's Shaft saying he knew a few poz guys who wouldn't mind barebacking a neg white ass, and that he would try to round them up. I squeezed down on his dick again, and he groaned. He kissed me and pulled out, uncorking a rivulet of jism that dripped out of my cunt, and ran down my leg. He followed his slimy hard-on through the doorway and disappeared. Hector was deep-dicking Marky whom he damn near held up by his tits. He grunted, shooting his third poz load into Mark, and then frenched him as a 'thank you'. Someone tapped my shoulder. Terry, the black guy, had returned with two of his cohorts—Jason, homely as hell, but with an insanely long, thick shaft, and Jesus, a Latino. Both were poz and both were willing to breed Marky.

Hector slid his Dick out of the Youth and pushed him down. Marky’s Hole remained distended and Poison Jizm oozed from his Chute. Jesus got on his hands and knees and rimmed the Kid’s NEG Pussy.

The Boy moaned and gyrated as Jesus scoured his Ass. I held my Poppers under the Youngster’s nose and told him to breathe deeply. The Teen inhaled three intoxicating hits. Jesus rose, took aim, and rammed It in the Youth.

In lust and gratitude, I pushed Terry back on the bench, straddled him, and lowered myself on his Pole. He tweaked my Nips. Homely Jason stroked his Shaft watching Jesus ass-pump Marky. I sucked Jason’s voluptuous Dickhead, in preparation for the Kid.

Mark looked around, saw me bobbing on Terry's Cock—and freaked! He’d presumed I was the one fucking him! Panicky, he tried to pull off, but Hector held him down. The Kid got out a single “N-O-O-O-O-O!” before Hector muffled him with a kiss.

“It’s okay, Baby. Feel that hard Cock up your Ass? You want It, don't you? C'mon, Marky, do It for me. Do It for Hector.”

Marky started bouncing on Jesus' Cock like all git-out.

“YEAH, BABY,” Hector hissed. “TAKE HIS DIRTY CUM, YOU SLUT!”

Marky moaned while Jesus pulverized him. Jesus let out a groan and shot. Jason pulled Jesus off Marky and slipped in, pumping like a fucking rabbit. He moaned and unloaded in Marky’s Ass. Marky was frantic—torn between loving It and fearing AIDS. When Jason withdrew, Hector dicked back in, intentionally trapping three POZ Loads up Marky’s Pussy.

A few voyeurs had gathered round to watch. One white guy stroked his Dick and mouthed “POZ” at Hector.

Hector kissed Marky gently.

“One more, Baby?”

The Boy nodded. The white guy fucked the Teen and pulsed. Slime drooled out of Marky’s abused Mancunt. He moaned salaciously as Hector pawed his youthful Pole. 8 ropes of once NEG Cum assaulted Hector’s chest, draining the Youth’s pent-up, lust-filled Sacs.

Terry gripped my hips, slammed into me and shot up my Ass. I unloaded on my belly. An old Troll slumped to his knees and slurped up the POZ Jizm from my gut and Cock.

We rested (I got Terry's number) and headed to the showers . It was 2 am when we got back to the room. Hector asked Mark how he was doing.

“Great! Ass a little sore, though.”

We headed to the train station. The streets were empty. Hector pulled a soda from his bag and popped some pills.”

“What are those?” asked the Youth.

“They’re AIDS meds. You’ll need ‘em soon enough.”

“I’m clean. I don't have HIV.”

”Know how many of the dudes you fucked tonight were POZ? Every single one of them. So don’t be so sure and sanctimonious about your Status. If you’re still NEG, consider yourself fortunate. If you’ve succumbed, you got a precious GIFT to share with your Gay brothers. Either way, you win.”

Marky got real introspective after that.

Who ever said that computers lead to lame Cybersex? My own POZ Cock was dripping, thinking about burying its Toxic Load in a NEG HOLE 2,000 miles away.

We met on AOL, that most vanilla of services. His profile was tame, but he zeroed in on my more earthy vignette. Our first encounter was a result of business trip to our nation’s capitol. Business took me there, but his hungry Hole brought me back again and again.

That first fling was a quick rump-pumping—a harbinger of things to Cum. Not enough time to spew multiple loads into every nook and cranny of his pretty Round Butt—it was 4 agonizingly long weeks before I had a chance to breed that sweet Manhole again.

Like the native animals that live in the desert here in Arizona, one learns to conserve one’s most precious body fluids, such as Charged Cum. His playground, on the other hand, was Washington, DC, where Bottoms are a dime a dozen and good Tops are hard to find. Exactly 1,958 miles separated my dripping Pole from his pouting Ass Lips. We’d made an Pact, a Cum Oath, that for one week, I was to abstain from local ManPussy; and he, likewise, would keep CUMFREE for seven sexually-deprived days.

I thought I would blow after the third day. It would have been so easy to find some local ManNooky and keep him to myself. But I wanted to experience the Cum Starvation so prevalent among sailors and priests, at least some of them. I’d heard of Blue Balls; but by Day Three, my Nuts had turned the hue of pink-magenta.

I thought I was gonna explode after Day Four, but knew what lay ahead in a sleazy motel room in suburban DC. As I boarded the plane in Phoenix, my Hard-On was all too obvious to the woman in the seat next to me. If only she’d known my Load was intended for a Chute much tighter than her slimy Pussy.

The baggage and rental car lines took an eternity. Once mobile, I sped to the motel to prepare for our encounter. He was still at work, so I set the stage. A few bottles of Poppers and some leather goods were all I needed. I left to get some dinner. When I returned, I saw his work clothes strewn about. The room was illuminated by a yellow sodium glow through the crack in the curtains. My sixth sense sprang into action as I inhaled deeply of the heady scent of male sexual need. The Cock in my drawers snaked upward toward my waistband. My noxious Pole was about to be unleashed.

There was my POZ-hungry Cum Slut just as I remembered him—naked, face down on the bed, sweet Ass Cheeks exposed and vulnerable. I mounted him quickly. No need for Lube—that’s what Precum is for. I ate his Hole, as he moaned quietly.

His Sphincter sucked my Dick into his unfathomable morass. That Cum Hole wouldn’t let go. This could be the POZZING. The Poppers buoyed me to Cloud Nine. I was gonna breed this CumSlut like he’d never been bred before.

After nearly an hour of nasty and sweaty rump-pumping, I decided to give the Cum Whore his due. My thrusts became harder and deeper. Not a single drop of Charged Jism escaped his wanton ManCunt. Each of my POZ Spermatozoa had “NEG WHORE” written all over it. I wanted to plow him so deeply that my Seed infiltrated his Bloodstream.

The floodgates opened. Gobs of hot, stringy Spooge flooded every Crack and Crevice of his Ass Walls. My clammy chest clung to his sweaty back. My Cock spasmed again and again. That was the 1st of 5 Charged Loads I delivered that visit.

I went to Slammers with my Lover Sunday night. We headed directly to the Sling Room—a hot place for action at the Club. After pulling off my jeans and slinging them around my neck, I was wearing just a white Tee and Jock. Jockstraps are a great come-on for Assplay.

A Dude fingered my Butthole while working my Nips. My Lover came over, whispered something to him, and lubed my Pussy with a tiny tube of Vaseline. The Dude plowed my Mancunt, then stopped, and said he didn't want to Cum yet. He left, and my Lover came over and fingered my Hole to see if, by chance, he’d made a deposit. We split.

I cruised around for a while, pissing on the guys soaking in the Tubs, warming by the outdoor Fire Pit, and getting my Cock sucked through a Glory Hole.

I ran into the Dude from the Sling Room again. We entered a booth and he fucked the hell out of me. When he got close, I demanded his Cum, preferably POZ, no ifs ands or butts. I grabbed his Ass to keep his Cock in me. He shot his first Load of the night, and we took a well-deserved break.

By that time I was hot to make a Lethal Deposit. Back in the Sling Room this slender Asian Boy was taking all Cummers. The Kid and I played with each other, and I felt the Cock sliding in and out of his Ass. I wanted to be sure they weren’t using a Condom. My lingering digits forced the Top Over the Brink.

I moved into position to assault that sweet yellow Pussy, first with my tongue and then my Dick. When I rimmed the Youth, all I could taste was Cum and Ass Juice—no Lube at all in his sloppy Hole. After a few hits of Poppers, I shot my Toxic Load. I got down and rimmed his Ass a second time to taste my own Cum. Then I got a mouthful, and kissed him, so he could savor what his Mancunt tasted like. If he wasn’t already POZ, perhaps I’d turned the Trick.

Mr. First Guy showed up again, fingered my Hole and felt for his Load in my Cunt. He asked if he could push in a bit further.

“Go for it!”

His fingers swelled into a hand stretching my Sphincter. It’d been a while since I’d been fisted, and our position was awkward; so he pulled his paw out and shoved his Cock in. He was still rock hard and ready to shoot. He plowed his first Cum Load deep inside me then shot another on top of that. After resting a minute, he pulled out and kissed me, while he helped another Dude enter me for Sloppy Seconds.

I told Mr. Fist, “This guy better be POZ.”

“Don’t Worry, Dude. When he shoots, you’ll have three POZ Loads up your Ass.” It turned out the two were roomies and had cum in together.

I sat down by the Fire Pit to contemplate their Bug assaulting my Innards, slipping past my body’s vital defenses, into my Bloodstream, melding with my original Virus, transmogrifying into an ever more potent, drug-resistant Strain. That’d give me plenty of ammo for my future NEG Prey.

Inspired by my ruminations, I re-entered the Sling Room and played with a guy getting dicked. When the Fucker pulled out, I slid into the Fuckee’s Cum-filled Hole, but lasted just a few minutes. I needed to get screwed, and went looking for it. I stopped by the Tubs to piss on a guy. Nothing there. I went down for some coffee and ran into my Lover. He hadn't Cum yet, so we agreed on another 30 minutes.

I went back to the Sling Room and a tall, muscular guy 6'4" was there. HOT! He fingered my Hole, and we entered a private booth. He fucked me maybe a quarter hour before he shot into me—and I shot all over the wall. Yeah, I know—a waste of good Cum. He zipped up and left, and I didn’t even find out if he was POZ (Yeah, Man!) or NEG (Tsk, Tsk!)

I was at one of my favorite bookstores and in the mood to play. It was just after lunch time on a sunny Monday. I wasn't sure what I’d find, but it never hurts to look. The parking lot looked promising, anyway.

I went in, leaned against the wall, and lit a cig, checking out who was there. There was a really hot Latino, a dude who reminded me of your typical Frat Boy, and the usual Trolls.

I missed an opportunity to join Latino and Frat Boy. They entered a booth together. Damn! I popped in the various booths to see who else was playin’ but didn't find much.

I lit another cig. The Latino left Frat Boy’s booth and headed for the exit. Hmmmmm, that was quick! But a couple minutes later he reappeared and knocked on the door. Needed Condoms or Lube or something, I surmised.

Things didn't look promising, so I fed in some tokens, watched a Vid, and got myself hard. A couple bucks later, I wandered around to see if anyone new had come in.

The black guy with the goatee was back—he’d fucked me a few weeks before. There was also an older black dude who went in the bathroom. He came out spouting one helluva bulge, and stroked it through his pants.

I didn't even notice that the booth Frat Boy had occupied was vacant, until he emerged from another booth nearby. He sized me up, then reentered, leaving the door slightly ajar. I wondered if I should take the bait, or see what the black dudes had to offer.

What the hell, Frat Boy was sexy—20’s 5'8" 135, shaved head, sweatshirt, olive pants, and combat boots. I entered his booth and locked the door behind me. After feeding some tokens into the Vid, we groped ourselves, each waiting for the other to make the first move. He finally did, and unzipped my jeans. He complimented me on my Cock size, and I felt him up. I got his pants down, then his tight whites, and out popped the perfect Sex Organ—trimmed blond pubes, smooth Balls, and a completely straight Cock, perfect thickness, and hard as a rock.

He asked me what I was into.

“Pretty much anything.”

“You fuck?”

“Sure.”

"Wanna fuck me, or want me to do you?"

“I usually Bottom.”

“Condom?”

"Prefer not."

That turned him on. I sucked his Dick and got It nice and wet.

“Drop your pants and bend over. Got any Lube?”

I did not. He spotted a used Condom in the corner, picked it up and dumped whoever’s Cum onto his Cock and smeared the rest onto my Hole. Holy Shit! The Dude was a Sex Pig! He slid his meat all the way in and started to fuck me. God, that combination of Cock and Anonymous Jizm felt great! I’m a Super Pig, too!

"I’m fucking your Ass bareback , Man. Damn this is hot! My bare Cock pluggin’ your Hole!"

"Wanna Cum in me?”

"Fuck, yeah!"

"Flood my Hole, Man! Shoot in me!"

After he’d Cum, I glanced through the Glory Hole, and the Goateed Black Dude was stroking his Rod. Frat Boy asked me if I wanted that Black Dick in me, too.

I backed up to the hole. Frat Boy knew what was happening—the expression on my face told him all. He lay down on his back so he could look up and watch the Black Cock plow me. He told me that his Cum was oozing out of my Pussy, and reported, dismayed, that the Black Dude wore a Rubber. Still, Goatee knew how to fuck, and his hips gyrated like crazy.

Black Goatee pulled out and Frat Boy got up. His neck and chest were splattered with Spooge that had dribbled out of my Pussy. I stuck my tongue through the Glory Hole. Black Goatee stripped off the Cum-filled Condom and plowed his thick Dick down my gullet. Frat Boy urged me to “Clean up that Shaft.” He wiped his own Cum off his chest, stroked It onto his hardening Tool, fingered my sloppy Hole, and thrust his Rod back up my Ass.

Goateed Black Guy zipped up and left. The Older Black Dude entered the booth. He pulled out a stubby fat Cock with massive Balls and flipped both through the hole. Frat Boy pulled outta my Ass and sucked his Black Dick. The Black Dude’s Cock grew in length, but more so in girth.

Frat Boy suggested I back up to the hole and see if the Black Guy would fuck me. I did so, and Older Black played with my Mancunt—then nothing. I glanced through in time to see him walk out.

Frat boy put one arm around me and worked the digits of one hand up my used sloppy Hole, while he beat off with the other.

"I wonder how many guys here are POZ ."

I shrugged. He winked and shot his Load. I knelt in time to get most of It down my throat. We cleaned up, and he told me how fuckin’ hot it had been and how he hoped we could do it again. He left, and I leaned back against my favorite wall and smoked. I still hadn’t Cum.

This Lumberjack type came in. He headed for one of the end booths, and I entered the adjoining one. It was getting late, and I really needed to get off. I didn't even look through the hole—just dropped my jeans and stroked my Dick. Needing coins for the Vid, I bent down to grab some tokens from my pants pocket. My Ass grazed the hole.

Lumberjack thrust his Dick through and pushed against my Ass Crack. I squatted, spread my Cheeks, and guided his Cock into my Pussy. His belt buckle clanked against the partition with each thrust. I started jacking. As I shot, my Ass Muscles contracted tightly about his Pole. He spasmed and shot up my Ass. He beat a hasty retreat to the exit.

On my drive home I wondered about Frat Boy, or Pig Boy, or whatever you wanna call him, and his comment to me: "I wonder how many guys here are POZ ." Strange he should mention that. Did either one of us care?

I'd been in Seattle a couple of days; but, because of social and business engagements, had no time to think about sex. By the weekend I was horny as hell, so I headed down to the Baths to hunt Dick.

I figured it would be pretty slow on a Sunday afternoon, but there are were a few guys around. I sucked a couple of dudes, but hadn't got what I’d come for—to get my Ass fucked and bred. I’d almost given up when this beefy guy wandered into the Maze. He was exactly my type—6'2, mid to late 40s, blue collar, muscular, broad shoulders, graying hair, with a confident swagger.

As he passed he gave me a glance. My Dick and Ass twitched. I followed, and when I passed him, brushed his Crotch. I walked to the back of the Maze, took a seat on the bench and played with myself. A few moments later, the Dad-Stud approached, stroking himself under his towel. I motioned for him to come closer, and leaned forward to take his Dick in my mouth.

“Holy Shit!” I thought as It swelled to fully erect. It wasn’t the longest I'd ever had, but it was THICK. Sensing my delight, he moved closer so I could get a feel for his body. I ran my hands over his furry pecs, and he grunted a deep primal moan as I took his Dick to the root.

His Nipples were well worked and sensitive so I tweaked them as I went down on his Cock. He groaned again and leaned into me, burying my face in his pubes. We were drawing a crowd, so he whispered, "Got a room?"

When I locked the door, we kissed and felt each other all over. His Dick got even thicker as I stroked him and chewed on his Nips.

"Yeah, Motherfucker! Bite them Nips!"

My Rod twitched as he pushed me down on the bunk and ground his monumental Shaft between my legs. As he writhed, he grazed my Mancunt to tease me.

"Is that where you want it?"

"Yeah, that's exactly where I want It!”

That turned him on all the more, and he began to gyrate against me. Just when I thought that that was all that was going to happen, he began spanking my Ass.

His voice got this really sinister tone. "You want this fat Dick up your Pussy, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir, I do."

"Think you can handle it? Then bend over."

He rammed two fingers up my ManCunt. They hurt like hell since he hadn’t used any Lube. I yelped, pulled off, handed him the jar of Vaseline, and took a deep hit of my Poppers. He applied a small bit to his digits, and dug them up my Butt again; but that time the Poppers buffered my pain. As I came down from the High, I felt him scraping my Ass Walls. Each time he pistoned in his fingers, he abraded the hell out of me.

"Is this where you want it, Bitch?" he asked, as he scraped away. I was ready to tell him to fuck off, when it dawned on me what he was doing. The Fucker was getting ready to POZ me!

The teasing with his Dick between my legs and making me say “I want It" and his fingernails ripping my Hole—Fuuuuck! It all made sense, and I can't describe how incredibly turned on I was.

The head of his Dick popped in my shredded Pucker. I was all set for a slow Screw when suddenly he plunged in all the way. He hadn't lubed himself up, and the pain of his dry Cock ramming my Hole caused me to rear up and almost drop the Poppers bottle as he dove in and began to pump.

"Are you sure you can take this, Boy?

I nodded.

"You want The Big One in you, don't you? SAY IT!"

"I want The Big One in me."

The Big One? I could tell by his tone he wasn’t talking about Dick. He plowed in up to his Balls. I got a chance to take a big hit of Poppers before the searing pain set in. He tore in and out of my Ass with a vengeance. I felt something give, but was determined to not wimp out. Another deep hit. I relaxed for a second, and he pounded my Ass—harder and harder.

It was a good 20 minutes before he yanked out. We stood up and kissed, and he began to jack off. I was a bit disappointed that he hadn't shot in my Pussy. He said, "Thanks," and kissed me good-bye.

After he left, I turned up the light. The spot on the floor where he’d supposedly Cum was nonexistent. I put a hand to my Ass and dipped a couple fingers in my swollen Mancunt. I brought my fingers up to the light. They were covered in Cum with huge ribbons of Blood in It. He had probably shot in me and just kept pumping to massage his Venom into my abraded Ass Walls.

I’ll have to wait three months to be sure, and the Flu I had may be coincidental, but I think I’ve been POZZED. Regardless, that experience, plus the unsheathed sensation of Barebacking , have turned me into a CHASER—just the tone in his voice—and the way I let him do whatever he wanted. Fuck! It’s hard to describe.

I’m always amazed at how easy it is to do a young guy. I got a good example for you. I was doing a neighbor kid this summer. Strange. I’d looked forward to screwing him for several years, and always knew it would eventually happen. But I was never in a hurry.

He was out of high school this summer and headed for college in the fall. So it was time. I think he’d had a little experience. He wasn’t as nervous about it as if it’d been his first time—but he definitely needed some lessons.

Anyway, we had lots of “sessions” starting in June, and it was fun plus nice having someone close by. We forgot ourselves and barebacked on several occasions. But the rest of the time he demanded Safe Sex , and I used my special Condoms.

He left for school in late August, but we kept in touch by email. I got to hear about his love life—not slutting around, but getting some at OSU. He talked mostly about his school buds. But there was one dude in particular I didn’t hear much about—and I sort of think that was "love" and an older man.

The tone of his emails changed in late November. He hinted at having something serious to discuss when he came home for the Holidays. I guessed that he’d gotten his test results back, and wondered if he’d figured out it was me or really thought he had converted that fast from his contacts at school.

You wouldn't believe what a perverse thrill it was, listening him pour out his story, feeling all pumped inside but posturing sobriety and dismay. He was pathetically grateful when I still wanted to bed him after learning that he was POZ.

To maintain my cover, I initially insisted we Play Safe. He’d never topped me; but got into it a little at school, so he did me a couple times. The day after Christmas we had a nice leisurely fuck session. I did him first, then he did me. I made a big production of slipping the Rubber off him, telling him how much I liked him, and that I wanted his Cum in me—POZ or not—aka, Que Sera, Sera.

At first that sort of freaked him, but he was horned pretty good by then and went for it. Tentative at first, he got into it fast. I looked forward to taking back some of the Bug that I’d seeded over the summer.

But what was over-the-top was the transformation in him—like he’d never considered breeding a guy on purpose and was totally into Playing Safe with his Toxic Load. I could see the gears churning in his head—how he was getting turned onto the idea of POZZING me—and liked it!

By the time he got to the Squirt Strokes he’d accepted his new role in life. When he shot, he was way beyond making love to an old Bud—he was into Gifting. There are no words to express the Pride I felt!

Anyway, he'll be driving back to OSU this weekend, but we're spending the night together. When he left for school before, it was sort of hard saying goodbye. It’s going to much easier this time—knowing he’ll be sharing my Bug with his Buds. What a feeling!

I went to the Tubs with two objectives in mind: (1) to be a Cum Slut; and (2) to get my Bug into as many Asses as possible.

Unfortunately it was a very slow night. There wasn’t much Cunt to be had. After some time scoping about and finding little of interest, I returned to my room and left the door open. I was lying on my bed watching a Vid, playing with my Dick to keep it erect.

Enter this bearish guy in his 60's, ample beard intermingled with gray; dark brown fur all over his body—nervously gauging my reaction to his presence.

I nodded to let him know I wasn’t displeased. He leaned forward and sucked me—bypassing the small talk and introductions.

I repositioned us so he could sit on my face and worship my DeathStick. With a couple licks of my tongue, I could tell this guy was a Bottom and a needy/greedy Bottom at that.

Pretty soon I was alternating between finger-fucking and eating his Hole. When I got three fingers in him, he couldn’t resist.

“Can I sit on your Cock?”

“Suit yourself.”

He slid down my body, and deftly lowered himself on my Shaft. “Man,” I thought to myself, “if there was ever a guy ready for POZZING, he was it!”

"Let me up so I can do this right."

With him kneeling on the edge of the bed and me standing behind him, I plowed his Ass.

"I think your fist would fit in me nicely.”

I grabbed my KY Plus (the stuff with N-9, that facilitates POZZING). I lubed up my hand, on which I had cultivated two pointy nails and worked it up his Chute. Yes, my Fist did fit quite nicely. After rummaging around, I withdrew to see the results of my scraping. My mitt was speckled with red—and with brown. I quickly cleaned off on the inside of my towel. His Hole adequately prepped, I proceeded to plant my Bug up his Butt.

Just as I was getting ready to shoot, a really hot sultry Bitch came in to watch, diverting attention from the treachery at hand. The Pig grew self-conscious, and my own Lust diverted to the Twink in the doorway.

The Interloper departed, driven away by Pig Bottom’s hostile glares. But our ardor diminished, we mutually decided to take a break.

The Bottom remarked he’d be back in an hour, with which I passionately concurred.

Vowing never again to be diverted from so meritorious a Task, I setup for Pig Bottom’s return. From my bag I withdrew a syringe needle, uncapped it, and hid it beneath spare towel on the bedstand. Then I went about scoping out all floors once again—stopping in the Smoking Lounge for a puff.

In the murky steam room, I encountered the Twink whose unbidden entry had so calamitously upset my applecart. With his prolific Load dribbling down my leg, I returned to my room to await Pig Bottom’s return.

I hadn’t been back very long when there was a knock at the door. Again I got to dicking his Hole. While he was distracted, I retrieved the needle from the bedstand, stabbed my forefinger several times, glanced down to ascertain I was bleeding profusely, and slid my fist back up his Butt. As soon as my bloody finger caressed his Ass Walls, he went BANANAS!

"Fuckin’ Hot!” he exclaimed over and over again and blew his Load.

Mind you, he knew nothing of what I had done to my finger; and I did nothing different with my Fist. I submit to you he was NEG, and had intuitively discerned the onslaught of the Bug.

I feel like a such a complete Idiot; but I wanted to write you, anyway. We haven’t corresponded much since I became one of the Brethren. I know you wanted to do me, but my Cock just got too impatient that night I entered the Sleazy Bathhouse.

I got tested and my Viral Load is already up to 123,292 and my T’s down to 375. I was supposed to start therapy, but I have (secretly) not been taking my Meds. It makes my Cock twitch to know It's full of HIV Scum swimming around in my bloodstream. I wouldn’t do anything to harm my Babies, regardless of their reckless intent.

Getting knocked up with HIV is scary. I still can't believe I did it. Not Cumming for 3 weeks pushed me over the edge. I was trying to find a way to suppress my Sexual Urges—become celibate—go straight—enter the priesthood. Who knows?

And what happened? On my way home from work one night it dawned on me. I knew what I wanted, and couldn’t deny it any longer. My Cock got harder than It’d ever been in my life. I had butterflies in my stomach, but no hesitation at all about getting Knocked Up.

I turned my Jeep around and in 20 minutes was naked in that sleazy, filthy Bathhouse. Soon after that it finally happened. All I’d ever dreamt of, fantasized about, came to fruition—unprotected sex with strange dudes—suspect dudes— opening my Innards—fucking my Guts. I was well aware of what could and did happen.

The possibility—no, probability—made it even hotter. I became even more whorish and sluttish than usual, denying entrance to no man, no matter how feeble or old or unwashed or the count of sores on his body—their raw, exposed humanity made me even hotter. I begged everyone of them to pump inside me. Poisonous, venomous Cock Sludge slopped and sloshed in my Asshole. After the fifth one I actually felt It seethe and simmer within me. I took seven perfect Fucks that night—my Death Fucks—as they turned out to be.

I wish I could do it all over again—getting POZZED. I’m thinking about my obligation to impregnate my fellow Bi’s and Gays—not sure I’m up to the Task. I feel so shitty right now. My stomach has one hell of a gut-ache. But my Cock is throbbing—just thinking about all the Dudes out there practically begging for seroconversion. Who am I to deny them? My Cock is POZ now. What do you think I should do with It?

The night didn't start very well. I was not getting any. I’d been fucked 4 times. Three of the guys did not Cum, and the fourth pulled out—the Bastard!

As I was envisioning going to go home dry, this guy who had been cruising me earlier was still hanging around. Why hadn’t I given him a tumble? He was just too clean cut and too handsome. He looked like he was in his late 20's, about 6' tall, short blond hair, with a perfect body, to boot. Almost godlike.

My past experience told me these clean cut guys are generally Losers. So I prefer my partners a bit rough and ready. But my night was already a near-disaster, so I made a play for the Dude. At least I might get to swallow his Load.

We kissed and I went down on him. He had a decent Cock—6-1/2 inches. I lubed his Rod, bent over, and guided it up my Ass. Wow! He was fucking me— RAW.

After about 4 strokes, he pulled out and tore open a Condom. My worst fears had been realized. I was right about guys like him. I turned around, kissed him, thanked him for the Fuck (or lack thereof), and zipped up my pants.

“But I’m not finished yet.”

“I think we are. I can't fuck with a Rubber.”

“I can fuck you without one. It’s just that I'm POZ.”

Was I hearing right?

I pulled the Rubber off his Cock, and he shoved It back in me. He fucked me gently at first, then with increasing vigor.

“Can I shoot up your Ass?”

“Cum in me—Pleease!”

The guy was a Human Pump. He blasted a huge Wad up my Ass in 6 Spurts. As we kissed, POZ Cum ran down my leg.

He was in town for 5 days. I left the Baths with a big smile on my face, and his name and phone number stashed in my wallet.

Can a Bug Chaser become a Gift Giver? I only ask because I am a Bottom who loves to get fucked. I started my Barebacking career in December, 2001, when a guy invited me over. He’d told me he was POZ, and I was ready to take that first step into the Unknown.

I asked if he minded fucking a NEG, and he said, “No, not at all. Long as you understand I only do Bareback.”

When I first arrived he demanded I service his Shaft. It wasn't huge, maybe 5.5” but fat, with an angry purple Head. How I gagged when he forced It down my throat!

He asked me twice if I wanted his Dirty Cock up my Ass, and both times I nodded “Yes.“

After I’d chowed down on his Meat, he flipped over, supporting himself on the couch. I ‘d rimmed before; but this guy’s Hole was looser than most, and I was able to sink my tongue deep into his soft moist Ass tissue, inhaling the musk of his Crack and tasting his Ass Juices.

In the bedroom he had me lie face down on the bed. For the third time he asked me, ”You want it RAW?

For the third time I answered, “Yes.”

He handed me some Poppers, and I took a long hard hit. Poppers always loosen me up, and my inhibitions dissolve. While I sniffed, he rimmed my Mancunt, lubing It with his Tongue, working his spit in with his fingers. He had me kneel on his face and rimmed my Crack while I sucked his Dick.

By then he was Precuming profusely. I lapped up his Juices savoring the flavor, knowing that shortly he’d be gouging my Ass with his ManMeat and creaming my Pussy.

He slipped from beneath me and hoisted my legs to his shoulders. He looked me straight in the eye. "Ready?"

I was more than Ready. I was anxious to feel his Cock pierce my HIV-Gateway. As my Pussy stretched open, I felt him inching inside me. I yelped, but he continued his Assault till his Balls slapped my Butt. He pulled back and started thrusting in me. I could feel his Cockhead pulsate, and I bucked and rode his Shaft in response.

"This your first time?"

"First time with a POZ guy.”

"Well, we gotta make it memorable for you. No trophies for second place."

He pounded my Hole and broke out in a Sweat. Beads glistened on his face, dribbled down his chin and dripped into my open mouth. My body was taut, awaiting his final Onslaught; but my mind screamed, “NO! THIS IS INSANE! GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN!“

"STOP!" I shouted, "I CAN'T GO THROUGH WITH THIS."

"Too late, Mate. I gave you 3 chances to say ‘No’ and each time you said, ‘Yes.’ Now it's time you learned what ‘Yes’ really means. It means gettin’ POZZED and taking It like a Man and not whining that you’ve changed your mind."

I struggled beneath him, but despite my best efforts I couldn't get free. He was jabbing my Chute with long, powerful strokes and gasping for air, when he roared, "I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING; AND I'M BREEDING YOUR NEG HOLE WITH POZ CUM."

I felt the hot burst of his Pleasure erupt in my Pussy as he shot Volley after Volley in my Guts. What he lacked in size, he made up for in volume. It felt like he pumped gallons of Venom in me. He fucked me a few minutes longer, working his Noxious Jism in deeper—before pulling out and making me lick him clean.

The evening began when I hooked up with a NEG 20 year old Frat boy, and ended in a 3-way with two other NEGS.

I arrived at the Kid's apartment at 6 PM. We got naked, and I sucked his Cock and nibbled his Sac. He had a nice stiff 6-incher. I got between his legs and was in a perfect position to push his knees back to his chest.

I grabbed the Lube and greased my Dick and put a little on his Chute. With no ceremony, I pushed in. He winced, and I seriously considered ramming It Home; but out of the goodness of my Heart I pulled out and went back to work on his Dick.

I gave him time to adjust before I put my POZ Cock back in his very NEG ManCunt. I pushed in slowly and steadily. It didn't take long to open him up, and I fucked him fast and furiously. I didn't want him getting all bent out of shape about my lack of a Condom, so I shot in him quickly.

I dumped a couple days worth of my Toxic Jizm deep in his unprotected NEG Gut. GOD, WAS THAT A RUSH! My POZ Cum, his NEG Pussy—what a combination! I breathed, "Doll, whether you know it or not, I’ve knocked you up big time."

He was jerking his Cock with a passion, while my Dick was still leaking in him. My softening Rod popped out of his Ass so I stuck my index finger up his Butt and used my nail to scrape the inside of his Rectum. He kept jerking-off and moaning as I dug my Bug into his Bloodstream.

He came in my mouth. I swallowed, but took a little and wiped his own Seed across his lower lip. He wants me to Fuck him again. Sooner or later he’ll convert.

I was due at the 3-Way at 7:30. I got to the Dude’s apartment in record time. I’d shot several POZ loads in him the week before. He got fucked by me and two other guys. It was fabulous watching the guys fuck My Disease into him. I still get a woody thinking of it.

He and I stripped down to our underwear to wait for the third. I told him about Barebacking the Kid and what I said when I climaxed. He got a big smile on his face. I‘m starting to think the guy is a Chaser—or maybe not so NEG after all.

The third guy arrived—a balding 42 year old with a bodybuilder’s physique. To be honest, I was still recharging a bit, so I bottomed for the two of them. The Bodybuilder fucked me, and got real close to busting a Nut.

I told him to shoot in me. He pumped a couple times, dropped his Load, pulled out; and the other Dude slid in. He didn’t take Him long to Cum, either.

Meantime, I’d gotten hard and asked which one wanted my Spooge. The Bodybuilder bent over, and I dove in. He didn't winch as my DeathStick drove home. I was horned up big time; and quickly blew my Dirty Seed up his Butt. The Bodybuilder and I got dressed and left.

I met this guy on a phone line about a month ago. He described himself as a sexy Latino with the Big Dick.

I am 23, have a very nice bod, and am usually pretty picky about the guys I let screw me—so when I met this dude in person I was a little put off. He looked older than I had imagined, and he did not have the body I was expecting.

He assured me he had a Cock that I would love, so I let him finger my Ass till he got hard. His Dick was beautiful—a good 7” and very thick. He whispered that he’d love to fuck me, and I was actually considering it.

After a while I got crazy for It—like I was in heat or something. He really had me going with his lips on my Nips and his fingers up my Cunt. I surprised myself by moaning and giving my Ass to him. It pissed me off when he started grinning—like he knew that’s what I’d do, but I was so turned on I didn't care. I handed him a Condom; but he said, "No, I don't use those."

I was about to leave zip up when he slipped his Cock in my Crack.

"You won't believe how incredible this is going to feel."

That was all he said, but I acquiesced. I was scared, but unbelievably turned on. His Dick was so huge and hard as a rock, and he kept tweaking my Nips. I guess he knew I was on the edge, because he slid a bottle of Poppers under my nose, whispering, “Take a deep one.”

I knew if I did, I’d lose all control; but I wanted to succumb. So I breathed in the deepest hit I could. He slid in, and I moaned and cried as he fucked me and shot his Wad deep in my Cunt. He handed me his phone number and told me to call.

"Don't throw this away. You'll want more. Right now you think you won't—but you will."

Two days later I phoned him. I told him how afraid I was of what we'd done, but how badly I needed It again.

He said he could cure me of my fear, and he told me to cum over right away. When I arrived, he led me to his bedroom. He’d hooked up a Sling over his bed. I climbed in, and he fucked me.

"As long as you are NEG, you will always be afraid. You won't ever enjoy Sex as you should. You make the Choice."

I felt his hard Cock in my Ass and took a big hit of Poppers.

"Breed me!"

He picked up his phone and started calling. In 15 minutes the first guy arrived. Five minutes later, another Bud. Two more Dudes after that. I took 6 Loads of Charged Cum—all from his friends, all of them POZ.

The next day I took off from work and spent the day in bed. I was a mess the next couple weeks, but now I am free.

It is now 3:30 am, and I am sitting here with naked, spent, and full of cum. Yesterday I met this twink on Gay.Com - a real cutie: 20 years old, nice 7" cock, blonde, smooth. He just left.

We'd been bantering back and forth on the 'net all day. He said he’d love to “Fuck the hell outta me,” and I dared him to. He didn't have any rubbers, nor did I. Actually he “preferred it bareback" saying it “Feels so much better. You mind?” “Hell, no!” I typed. “Are you clean?” “Yeah,” I keyed back.

When we met, I was blown away. His pic didn't do him justice. When I tried to get his clothes off, he pushed me to the carpet, which I’d fortified with pillows for a good old fashioned floor-fuck. As he stripped, I got my first look at his gorgeous body and his oozing cock. He sat down on the couch, and I went to work on his pole. When I got him moaning, he turned me around and began prepping my pussy. He teased me with his cock for what seemed like ages, despite my best efforts to impale myself. Finally, he jammed his shaft deep in my man cunt. He fucked me on my knees for a while. Then I felt his rhythm change, and knew I was taking load number one. He pulled out, and again began eating my pussy, gently nibbling on it. Then he shoved his rock hard cock back in and fucked me again. He alternated between fucking and rimming, then flipped me on my back and shoved it in again. He fucked me harder than I’d been in years, like he had personally committed to tearing me up. As he climaxed, he whispered, “Like my cum up your ass, do you? Well, here's second POZ load to go with the first." I went through the roof as my cum sprayed on my chest; and he collapsed on the pillows, totally spent. Piggy that I am, I went straight for his rod, and cleaned the remaining cum and ass juices off his shaft.

As he got dressed, he vowed to fuck me again. “Anytime,” I responded, and thanked him for the fantastic bug fuck. If I take more of his jism, hopefully I’ll partake of his gift.

At a party a few months ago, everyone was high on booze or pot. All the usual groping stuff was going on. The partygoers had loosened up, taken off their shirts, gave back rubs, etc.

The DJ in the middle of the room made intelligent conversation ludicrous. I was pretending to make out with two broads on the floor, while giving this Horny Dude a Back Rub. He had just gotten his Driver’s License the day before, which I thought was kinda cool.

I was the only Queer in a sea of Straights, and older than most of the Breeders there, but was definitely getting Vibes from the Kid. He wanted give me a “private” Back Rub in the bathroom. When the door was latched, I initiated the transition from Back Rub to Blow Job.

"I'm Straight, Man. Don’t tell anyone about this."

Straight or not, he was awesome, perfectly smooth, quarter-sized brown Nips, fat Cock, huge Balls, with a high-school-gym kinda B.O.

Five minutes later he looked up and asked, “Wanna fuck me? I'm Straight, so don’t tell any of my Buds."

“Yeah, right, whatever.”

My Dick was wet and drooling to seed this Baby Boy. I didn't waste any time going at him. He was so stoned that he was a Fuck Freak for the first few minutes. Then he panicked. That just made me Fuck him harder.

I wedged him in the corner where the Tile met the Tub, and he was too blasted to push me off. He wanted to scream at me to stop—but didn't dare cause his Buds were right outside the door—so his only choice was Grin and Bear It. Funny thing, despite his protests, he was juicing on getting Fucked. Like most wasted boys, he couldn't hide how hot his little Straight Ass was for Cock.

The more he yelped, the more Precum pulsed outta his Boy Dick, the harder I fucked his Ass, the more red Cherry Juice glossed my Cock, the more I intent I got on breeding him. When I finally let him go, my Charged Seed dripping from his Pussy, I held my hand against the bathroom door, trapping him a minute longer, while his Buds pounded on the door.

"I'm in you now, Kid," I whispered, grinning, smearing my POZ Cream across his bleeding lip.

If want to experience the great Mind Fuck; try walking through the Maze in total darkness, where an air of pernicious sex pervades, and wild rock music assaults the senses. Compounding this sensory overload, seductive hands grope your nude body, as a husky voice advocates dissolution in your ears.

A hard Cock violates your Crack, in search of easy virtue. You pull him close and thrust your Ass back to welcome penetration. He grips you tight and starts slow, rhythmic thrusts.

All the while he's whispering how his Seed is soon to be implanted in you. He lifts a bottle of Poppers to your nose; and you inhale deeply, savoring the pungent aroma in appreciation of the arousing thrusts within your Pussy.

You know he's Barebacking, and that frightens you; but he confines you with his grip as his strokes grow more strident, and his breathing more erratic. In overwhelming fear you contemplate escape, but are spellbound by the smoke, the Poppers, and the totally sensuous way his Cock is ripping up your Hole.

Much like a farmer tilling the soil before planting, he's prepping your Ass for his Seed. You halfheartedly beg for him to withdraw, but he just laughs. Your fear increases to sheer terror; your adrenaline is pumping. This is not what you want, is it?

"Stop!" your mind screams, but the physical voice rebels. Instead, your Ass muscles contract in undulations designed to draw him ever deeper. A part of you knows what’s Cumming and is willing to die for it.

Finally a heaving thrust slams you hard against the wall, as he exhales violently and proclaims he's planting his Deadly Seed within you.

By fear and the brute strength of his body you’re immobilized, helplessly impaled on his toxic Cock, as It spews out venomous torrents of Charged Cum. You feel his spasms ebb, and a strange warmth floods your body. His Noxious Jizm permeates your defiled Ass walls, inoculating brain and remote appendages alike, rendering no body part unscathed.

He relaxes, kisses your neck and whispers, "Welcome to the Club!" Quickly he withdraws and disappears, leaving you in total darkness with your thoughts. You want to expel the Deadly Curse, but something within demands you nurture and propagate the Bug.

As you exit the Maze, the bright lights of the hall blind you. You see a dozen guys mulling around. Was it one of them? Do they know? Anxious to avoid their impertinent scrutiny, you hustle off to the privacy of your room to contemplate your fate.

Yesterday on the train, this guy sat down beside me. He was definitely in the advanced stages of AIDS —sunken face, 100 pounds dripping wet. There I was sitting next to this dude with the Bug, mentally ravaging his body, and my Cock started to twitch. It was like he sought me out. There were other seats, but he chose to sit next to me.

Our fellow travelers cast aspersions our way, amazed that I didn’t move. They were all scared of him. I didn’t care. I had a fantasy of my own. I imagined his diseased Cock fucking my Ass and his high Viral Load Spooge POZZING my Hole. I made damn sure my leg was tight against his. He never pulled back. He was quite bony, but I copped a good feel.

It was enlightening and erotic being intimate with an AIDS dude, and wanting to love him. He seemed healthy enough to Fuck, and I wished it was with me.

Well that’s my story, and it's all true. Though we didn’t have sex and only minimal physical contact, I want to see him again. He was sexy and cute. Next time I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure we meat.

I had a hot time this morning. I went to the park rest room, and within thirty minutes, had my Dick up a young Faggot’s Ass.

The kid looked 20-something in a Columbia University sweatshirt, short dark blonde hair, nice tight body, and a Dick of 6-1/2 inches. He was the very model of a young student from that fine University. He came into the restroom and went into the stall next to mine. I peeped through the Glory Hole, and he was playing with himself. I tapped my foot, and he did the same. Someone came in and Columbia-boy left. I figured I had missed a nice piece of Ass—and a POZ Load up a Young NEG is best.

The Intruder left and Columbia-boy came back in. I stared through the Glory Hole, and he slid his young Shaft through—right past my wide open lips down my rapacious gullet. I chewed on his beefy young Dick till his breathing grew shallow. Next it was my turn.

“I’m cummin’ over.”

He opened his door, and Columbia-guy liked what he saw—a tall, hairy-chested Stud with a big Cock. I didn't say much, just spun him around.

"I wanna fuck you."

He started to protest, so I ate him out. When he got to writhing, I spat on my Poison Shaft and speared him. He winced and let out a groan. Without warning, my Cock popped in his Ass, and he gasped. He was hurting, yet simultaneously wanting my Dick. I gave his Tits a hard squeeze, and his Ass opened up nicely. Soon he was fucking me back. I felt my balls tingle and started to pile-drive him.

His "Uhh-Uhhh-Uhhhh’s" grew louder. I gripped his hips, made one final grand slam up his Ass, and blasted my first Charged Load of the morning in his Mancunt. He jerked himself off as I shot, and his Ass danced on my Shaft as he spurted on the Stall wall.

Cum dripped down his leg when I slid out of him. He grabbed some toilet paper to wipe himself off, then noticed the pink goo on the paper.

"Shit, I'm bleeding!"

I shrugged. “That’s normal—under the circumstances.”

"You safe?"

"Never been healthier."

I straightened up, wiped the pink goo of my Cock, and went outside for a smoke. I sat on the bench. Columbia-boy came out of the john, not even acknowledging me, his gait slightly awkward and his expression preoccupied. I hoped I’d given him something to worry about.

After he’d gone, I communed with nature—inhaled deeply the fresh morning breezes, hypnotically swayed to the rustle of the leaves, and listened intently to the chirp of the birds. What were they saying? Mother Nature conveyed what I already knew—I needed more Ass.

So off to the University I strolled, where the best pick-up area is the sub-basement restroom. And who was waiting there for me—but a hot little Twink. He was made to order, couldn't have been older than 19 or 20, thin and waiflike, with curly brown locks and puppy-dog eyes. His eyebrow was pierced; and he wore a tight Tee that announced his Nip was pierced, too.

My hardening Shaft bulged outward against my gray cotton Sweats. My Precum oozed through creating a quarter-sized blotch halfway between my waistband and crotch. The little fool took a gander and couldn’t stop drooling. I went into the handicapped stall to wait. In short order, he swung open the door.

"You want this?”

He nodded. I pulled him toward me and latched the door. I tugged off his Tee, tousling his luxuriant brown hair. I tongued his Tit-Ring, and he moaned; so I twisted the other Nip hard. I unbuckled him and bent him over, and he grasped the black toilet seat for dear life.

I spat on my Shaft, rubbed my POZ Cock in his Ass Crack, and rammed It home—right up his tight Twink Asshole. He grimaced in pain, breathing hard, attempting to pull off, but I held him tight by the hips, my rigid Pole inanimately impaling his Ass.

I whispered that I intended to Fuck the Shit out of him and Fill him up with my Cum. He started rocking back and forth on my Shaft.

"I'm gonna Cum. You want it?"

"Yeah, give me your Load. Shoot your Fuckin’ Jizz up my Ass!"

I flooded him with POZ Spooge. Like a good little Trooper, he never once asked my Status. I tweaked his Nip one last time.

It was Monday, my only night off. I was trying to get in all the extra hours I could to pay for Christmas. By 9 PM I'd already hit most of the bars, with nothing to show for it. But since I'm not much of a drinker, that didn't matter. It was too early to go home, so I decided to hit the Tubs.

Being Monday, my expectations were minimal; but where there’s life there’s hope. I paid the Clerk, got my keys, and entered. The Baths are a 3-story affair, in dark reds and black, with golden highlights. It was quiet as I hiked up the stairs to my 2nd floor room, the only sound the blaring music from the house speakers. I found my room, went in, and stripped.

I'm not a bad looking guy—at least average, I’d say. Maybe better. I’m no movie star; but not a troll, either. “Not bad," I thought, giving myself a final appraisal as I headed out the door.

I wandered the floors, checking out the TV Room—only an old guy watching porn and playing with himself. I headed to the basement to the Sauna and Steam Room.

On the stairs, I passed this absolutely gorgeous hunk—tall, muscular, movie star face, and eyes you could die for. We nodded and smiled at each other; but I thought no more of it, cause I figured I wasn’t his type.

I got to the Steam Room—nothing there. So I headed to the Maze. The Maze is very dimly lit so you can see shadows but no details. I started at one end and worked my way through, checking out the Glory Holes and side cubes en route.

Right about center is an area called “The Commons,” with padded benches surrounded by mirrored walls—deserted. I exited down the opposite corridor where I literally bounced off Movie Star. As I regained my composure, I stammered an apology. (I always get tongue-tied near sexy guys.) He likewise apologized, sliding around me in the narrow aisle way. I was about to continue when I felt a hand on my Butt. I turned, but no one was there. Wishful thinking, I supposed, and headed for my room.

As I usually do, I left the door open, stripped off my towel, and lay down on the bed. I don't know how long I lay there, half-dozing, half-awake, when someone caressed my leg. I let the mysterious stranger explore his way up my thigh till he reached my Ass Cheeks. He squeezed and rubbed my Buttocks and made a few tentative strokes over my warm cleft, before sliding down into my moist crack. As his fingers teased my Mancunt, I looked over my shoulder and—it was Movie Star!

I started to turn to show him he’d made a mistake, but he placed his free hand on my shoulder.

"No, don’t turn over. Unless you want me to stop."

I was stunned! How could any guy object to having such fingers and thumbs in his Crack? After a while, he removed his hands from my Butt and give me the best massage ever.

When I couldn't take anymore, I sat up to return the favor. My hands caressed that beautiful man's body. I couldn't believe my luck. Gently spreading his exquisite Buttocks, I delicately tongued his Rosebud. I heard a muffled "Oh My God!" as he drove his Ass into my face. I thrust my tongue deep in his Hole and savored the Inner Man!

"You keep that up and I'm gonna Cum, and I don't want to blow my Wad yet. So lie down on your stomach."

He reached for the Lube on the table and scooped up a good sized gob which he progressively worked into my Hole, slowly opening my tight little Chute. I lay there as he pushed one, then two, then three fingers into me. He stayed with three fingers for a while, as I moaned and groaned in pleasure, my Ass twisting in sync with his thrusts. Then I felt a fourth finger work it's way in.

"I’ve never been fisted before!"

He grunted and pulled out his fingers, leaving my Asshole open and empty. Afraid he was pissed, I exclaimed, “I’m not saying no. I'm just asking you to go slow, cause I’ve never been fisted before."

"And you're not going to be now."

He pushed my legs further apart, and I felt something huge press against my Bud. I realized at that moment that I had only seen his Cock soft, when it had looked about average—four inches long, well shaped, with a nice head—well, maybe a little bit thick.

"Omigod! He's gonna rip me apart!"

To my relief, he didn't plow in, just used a steady pressure while gently stroking my back. I relaxed enough for the Head to slip in.

Once he was securely in me, he pulled me up onto my hands and knees, which freed his hands to roam over my body. Reaching beneath me, he found my Nips, and began to twist and pinch them. With each tug, he pressed in a little further, stopping from time to time to allow me to adjust.

Never had I had such a big Dick in me! After what seemed like ages, his Pubes finally connected with my Ass Cheeks! When I was firmly impaled, he lifted me up so that I was on my knees and leaning against his hard chest. I lay my head on his shoulder; and he kissed my neck.

Then, and only then, did he force his massive ManMeat into me. My head was spinning from the sensation. Pulling His Shaft out until just the Head was in me, he slammed It back in to the Root. My God! I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven! I couldn't believe how deeply he penetrated me. Seemed like I could actually feel him hitting my stomach. He began to plow me in earnest. I thought “This is it!” and moaned with pleasure. Faster and faster he pumped, his Balls bouncing off my Butt.

"Harder, deeper," I urged him. Grunting like an animal with every stroke, I begged for his Load.

"Please, give IT to me—P-L-E-A-S-E!"

The more I implored him, the more frenzied his thrusting became, until I thought the friction would set us afire! Finally, with one last massive stroke, he pounded his Seed into me. I felt every throb and pulse as Jet after Jet of his Jizm flooded my Innards! Gradually his body relaxed, and his Cock softened and slipped out, trailing a dribble of translucent Cum. He lay beside me, running his hand over my chest and stomach, teasing my atrophied Dick. He leaned over and kissed me. Breaking the kiss, he gazed at me sadly.

"About what just happened—I’m POZ. I may just have given you AIDS!"

Pulling his head to my shoulder, I held him close.

"It’s OK. It was bound to happen—sooner or later. But I'm glad it was you. That Screwing was worth it!" AND IT WAS!

Had a great Pride Day! Fucked a couple of guys, hopefully POZZING some Ass. But the best came last.

I met this cute guy; and, after a brief chat on the street, invited him over. Of course, he didn’t know that I only FUCK RAW, but he soon found that out.

We went to my place and made out. I had him writhing and moaning as I tweaked his Nips and fingered his Cunt. I think he knew he was going to get fucked—and get fucked hard.

He made a move for the bedroom and stripped, not that there was much to take off. He was dressed only in hot pants and sneakers because he’d been in the Parade. The little Slut knew how to make my Dick throb. He gave me a private dance as he pealed away the little clothing he wore.

He begged me to stick my big Dick up his Pussy. I had him lie on his back and kissed him—to make him forget about Condoms. I tongued his Ass as I played with my Cock. I teased his Mancunt with my Dickhead. He raised his Butt like a good little Slut, and wrapped his legs about me.

I grabbed some Baby Oil and slathered my Dick. Before he could say Jack Rabbit, I plowed into his Pussy. He froze and let out a yelp, but I continued to plunge into him, and watched his face scrunch up in pain as his Hole came to grips with the girth of my Pole. He winced and moaned louder as I sank inch after inch of my POZ Shaft into his Boypussy.

He started to whimper, telling me how full my Dick made him feel and how much it hurt. I don't think he'd ever had One as big or as thick or as deadly. He begged me to stop, but I continued to pound him. Soon, I was able to pull out to my Dickhead—then ram all the way back in. I drilled his Ass, transforming it into a wet, sloppy Mancunt, as I edged closer and closer to spurting POZ Jism up his Innards. I fucked him till he complained of leg cramps.

Without pulling out, I flipped him over and pounded away at his sweet, well-worn Hole—then flattened him on his stomach and screwed him some more.

I had to slow down because my Nuts were about to boil over, so I buried my Dick to my Pubes and held still within him to give my Balls a chance to cool down.

My POZ Precum mixed with his slimy Ass Juices, to lube his Ass Walls. The little Queer grew impatient, gyrating his hips, begging for IT. I slid my arms under his shoulders and tweaked his Nips. His Ass muscles relaxed; and he arched his Butt, squealing, "DEEPER! HARDER! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" The Slut had no shame, and I felt only disdain for the Cunt.

I whispered sweet nothings in his ear, calling him "White Pussy Trash” and told him “how I intended to use him for my pleasure and my perverted desires.” (About the latter, I did not elaborate.)

I guess I pushed the right buttons, cause he shot all over himself. I fucked him for another 10 minutes, spewing out venomous garbage about “what a worthless piece of Shit” he was, prepping his Cunt for my Secret Agenda, when, to my amazement, the Bitch came again!

I was excited as Hell and felt my Balls tingle. It was time to give the BoySlut what he deserved. I pulled all the way out and plunged back in. I shot a huge Poison Load up his Mancunt.

"TAKE MY SICK CUM, MOTHERFUCKER. I’M KNOCKIN’ YOU UP!"

I lay atop him, pressing him into the mattress, giving the Venom a chance to absorb. At last I released him, kissed him all over, while I lovingly dug my sharp nail into his sore, puffy Mancunt. I grabbed his briefs and wiped off my Dick , leaving smears of Shit, Cum, Blood and Ass Juices on them—something he could take home to Mama, who’d ask, “Honey, what are these stains?” The Punk said I was his hottest Fuck ever—and he didn’t know HOW RIGHT he was.

In all my escapades I've practiced Safe Sex. I was always the one to bring the Poppers, Lube and CONDOMS. I'm versatile and enjoy playing both roles.

On the Interstate is a Rest stop with two stalls connected by a Glory Hole so humungous you can rest your Butt against it and get serviced without a Queer entering your stall. It's safer that way. Nothing sadder than two Faggots getting hauled off by a Cop.

One Saturday afternoon I was sitting in the stall waiting for anything in pants to appear. It seemed like an eternity before anyone came in. I was in the mood to get fucked—and had vowed not to go home till I got my deserts.

The first guy was OK. He pissed, stroked his ManMeat, shoved It though the Glory Hole; and my Lips hungrily devoured his Tool. He groaned loudly as I nibbled his Balls. I passed him a Rubber and asked him to fuck me. I was already lubed up; and after a final sniff of my Poppers, backed onto his Dick. It took all of 5 minutes for him to blow, and he zipped up and left without removing the Condom. Hummmmmm, I mused. I’d have to try that one myself.

I was still basking in the glory of my Conquest when another Dude took his place. This one was younger, thirtyish, and had a really nice Dick. I wondered how much convincing he'd take to fuck me. I puckered my lips, and had his long Tool down my throat in a flash. He pulled out and asked me to stick my Pole through the Hole. I slipped him a Condom instead. He unraveled it, and I backed up on his Shaft. He was fully inside me when—Shit!—a stranger came in.

He withdrew and we both sat down waiting for the Intruder to leave. When we were finally alone, we resumed our love-making. But it felt different—hotter somehow. I reached back to make sure was wearing a Rubber. What I grabbed was bare Dick. Before I could react, he filled me with Spunk—three distinct shots up my Ass. Immediately I pulled off his Cock, and a few more blasts singed my Cheeks. Already his Jism was dripping out of my Pussy. I was shocked that he could have done such a thing—and exposed me to God-Knows-What STDs.

Before I could ask him his Status, he bolted from the stall. From outside he bellowed, “WELCOME TO THE CLUB!" And he left.

I tried to shit the rest of his Jism, then flushed the toilet. I soaked bathroom tissue in the fresh water entering the bowl and wiped my Hole. I wet my fingers and shoved them up my Ass to cleanse my Pussy of any leftover Spunk.

Satisfied that I had cleaned up as best I could, I sat on the toilet, lamenting the nerve of some guys, when a third Dude came in. I heard him sniffling and clearing his throat, caught a glimpse of his Cock peeking out of his shorts, already a few drops of PreCum on the Slit. But I’d long since gone soft, my desire diminished; so I zipped up and left.

I was on the road the next 3 weeks, crisscrossing the country, traveling for work, flying or driving or at some business address. At night in my hotel room, I'd speculate about the dirty Bastard who’d Cum inside me—and what exactly he meant by “Welcome to the Club.”

Eventually I forgot the whole ordeal, as my natural promiscuity and sexual bent came to the fore; and I pursued the alluring delights of fucking and sucking. Of course, I made sure my partners were “properly dressed,” i.e., wore Condoms. Finally I returned to Reststop, but was nervous as hell.

I wished I’d taken Viagra when a dude pressed his Ass to the Hole. His Cunt was all shiny with Lube. I ran my fingers over his Butt and inserted two fingers up his Pussy. They sailed in like a dream, and I began to imagine what my Cock would feel like in their stead. An erection was no longer my problem. I felt the partition flex slightly as he endeavored to dig his Ass further onto my digits.

"Fuck me!”

I ran the tip of my knob over his silky wet Pussy. He groaned when my Cock passed over his Hole. I unrolled a Condom, took a hit of my Poppers, and passed my sheathed Dick through the aperture.

He slowly backed onto my Manshaft. He was fucking himself and milking me good. His hot, slimy, wet Pussy made the ManJuice boil up my Shaft. I plowed his Mancunt for all I was worth and before long filled the Condom with Cream.

To my horror, the Condom had split. Goddamn It! That was all I needed. In disgust I ripped off the torn Rubber and flushed it down the toilet. I was about to apologize, when the Dude roared “Thanks for the Seed!” I was aghast. It was the same voice that had ”Welcomed me to the Club.”

I was shocked that I could have been so naïve. I’d had no reason to suspect he was the same Fucker who’d Cum up my Ass. I was about to pursue him, when something in his stall caught my eye—a tube of Vaseline. Of course! That stuff would rot a Condom in no time. I picked it up, as a souvenir so to speak, and drove home.

In less than a week, when I took a leak, it hurt like Hell. I went to the Clinic. After a few questions, I was told to lie down on the table and lower my jeans. Nonchalantly I lay back with my hands behind my head and let the Doc do his thing. He stuck a thin cotton swab down my Piss Slit. I yelped and jerked up my knees, narrowly missing his head.

The swab was all green and sticky. He told me I had an infection. He placed it on a glass slide and said he needed a urine sample. It took me a good 20 minutes to piss painfully into the specimen cup.

The Nurse gave me a shot of antibiotics and told me to return to the waiting room. A good hour passed before they called me again and direly announced I had “the Clap.” Treatment would be painless and easy—a few weeks on antibiotics.

"Would you like an HIV test? We can have the results in an hour."

Why not? I was taken to see a Counselor. Thirty minutes later a Nurse appeared with a syringe.

The next hour was the longest of my life. Finally I was ushered back to the Exam Room. The Doctor was present along with the Nurse and the Counselor. The grim look on the their faces told all. I was numb. I was not only numb—I was POZ.After listening to the various treatment options, I went home. I took a vacation to try to get my life back on track.

In less than a year I was back to my old tricks. Only it was I who fucked Bareback and took raw Cock up my Ass. What the hell! I had nothing to lose. I’d met a ton of POZ guys on the Net who led active and sometimes surreptitious sex lives—Chasers who always took Loads, and Givers who never pulled out. I had indeed embraced the clandestine “Club.”

I went back at the Rest stop, hoping to meat the guy who had POZZED me. On my fifth trip I was sure it was him. He again fucked me Bareback; but before he could Cum, I turned round and put my Cock through the Hole. He slipped back on my Shaft. Within seconds, I unloaded in him. He was still riding my Rod when I proclaimed, "Thanks for the Invite."

He shouted back, "You're Welcome, I’m sure!" And shot his POZ Load while my Cock was still in him. That time he didn't rush off, but waited for me outside. He was a Hunk, tall, 6'3", built; the last person on earth you'd suspect to be POZ .

After an invitation to his house we began to see each other on a regular basis. We started to date, and eventually he moved in with me. He apologized for POZZING me—averring that along with the inconvenience of repetitive testing and expense of the Meds, came the privilege of unbounded sexual license. The funny thing was that he’d been POZZED the exact same way I was. He was just doing to me what had been done unto him. What Goes Around, Cums Around, as they say.

I am 38, with a PA and Biohazard tattoo. I’ve been POZ 3 years now, but just got into seeding NEG Asses a year ago. That’s why I got the Prince Albert—to open up their Holes for my POZ Jizz to work it's magic.

I had a great time Memorial Day. I Went to Midtowne Spa to meat a guy I from online. We swapped loads, and I shot in 2 more dudes that night—one was 25, and I'm pretty sure he was NEG.

Then Sunday night I went back to the Spa for the Flashlight Party. It was BUSY. Right off a black guy asked me if I wanted to fuck a good-looking dude while he watched.

“Sure.”

So he took me to this guy’s room. He was Hispanic, a muscle package, lying on his stomach. I fucked Muscle Boy and shot a POZ Load up his Kazoo.

“Where you from?”

“San Antonio.” He was in the Escort business.

Later another Hispanic came into my room. He was fascinated by my P.A. He had never seen one before and sucked on It.

“Wanna get fucked?”

He handed me a Rubber. He wanted to sit down on It, but he was very tight.

"Let’s try it without the Rubber. It’ll go easier"

"I can't do that!"

"Well, I'm not going to Cum in you. That's not very dangerous."

I expected him to decline, but he acquiesced.

So I pulled off the Rubber, and he sat on my Dick. Of course, that felt much better than the Condom.

I let the PA do its thing. I fucked him on his stomach, then on his back. He was close to Cumming, so I pumped him harder. He shot his Load, then I let loose with a POZ Volley inside him. I don't know whether he felt it or not. I didn’t let on. I just lay on top of him, panting.

Later that night, I had a 3-way up on the Sundeck, and shot my Load in an innocent-looking 26 year old from Austin. Nobody there asked my Status.

Got AIDS here cause I only Fuck with Dudes who have the Bug. I don’t do NEG guys. My favorite things are: (1) when a Diseased Faggot sticks his adulterated FuckTool up my Bug-infested Pussy and rants and raves about all the putrescent Scum he's gonna pump in me; and (2) when I beg an AIDS Sick Puppy to charge me—not knowing how many Dead Queers he’s fucked or who’ve fucked him.

I was cruising a bathroom in downtown Washington when a skinny, nasty Derelict asked me for some cash. When I said NO, he went into a stall and sat down on the toilet. I cruised the john for 15 minutes and nothin’ happened.

Finally, I knocked on the stall door where the Dude was planted. I said I’d give him a fiver if he’d fuck me. He opened the stall door to admit me. He dropped his pants and started stroking.

I unbuckled and stroked my freshly powdered Shaft and Balls, got down upon my knees, and lubed with bated breath the foulest, most repugnant, blighted Shaft I’d ever laid eyes on. I got It soaked with Spittle, stood up, and backed onto the grungy FuckPole.

“Cum in me, man!”

“Not a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Got AIDS, that’s why.”

My engorged Shaft bobbed rigidly, as if enthusiastically averring, “YES!”

Yes, that was what I wanted!

“I’ll pay you double if you’ll dump your Toxic PayLoad up my Ass.”

He rammed his vile Deathstick further up my Hole and in short order dumped his Venomous Discharge in my Mancunt. I made sure I got every drop of that abominable Seed in me. He pulled out and asked if I was satisfied. I bent down, licked my Ass-Juice off his putrid Pole, and handed him a twenty.