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I'm one of those guys who started as a NEG Bottom and progressed to Topping after getting POZZED. I've always fantasized about HIV, and this is the story of My Conversion. I was online, bored, and cruising, when a hot Dude I'd once played with invited me to join him and his Bud. The guy was 42, Portuguese, hairy, muscled, with an uncut Dick. He's versatile (he'd bottomed for me) but I wanted to get Laid in the worst way. With such High Hopes, I headed out the door. His Pal turned out to be a tall, lean Puerto Rican Kid, mid-twenties, thick and cut. Yum! Yum! They had already started partying, and I don't usually do drugs; but when they offered me "X", I couldn't resist. We stripped and groped each other, making out real sloppy-like. The Hot Muscle Dad really knew to work my Nips, which made me leak profusely. We ended up tangled on the bed with the PR Kid between my legs. That Boy knew how to Suck! Meanwhile Muscle Dad had the PR's legs spread and was munching on his Butt. When I close to Cumming, I told the Boy to sit on my Shaft—and he needed no persuasion. I started grinding while Muscle Dad worked my Nips and before long I shot a huge NEG Load (MY LAST!) up the Kid's Ass. The Youth climaxed on my chest, and left to use the john. By then the "X" was gettin' to me; and Muscle Dad lay between my legs, giving me a real slow, wet BJ; and I got hard again. He pushed my legs back and ate my Hole. I was in heaven! I hardly ever get my Mancunt eaten, and he just took his time—licking and slobbering, nice and slow. When I started moaning, he offered me some Poppers; and I took a couple Hits. He really started chowing down, tongue-fucking me, sliding a finger in and out of my Ass Cunt, getting me aroused. He hoisted my ankles to his shoulders, and let his Dick slide in my Crack, then pinned my arms against my sides, and between tonsilized caresses, rasped how he was gonna rape me. He lubed his Pole and held the Poppers against my nostrils, and, in one strident, searing, nonstop thrust, plunged in my Pussy. I hadn't been fucked in many months so it hurt a lot, and I pushed back against his hips. Too late! He was already three-fourths in. Sensing my discomfort, he went back to teasing and twisting my Nips; and while I was distracted, plowed in all the way. He fucked me slow and easy; but we were sweating like two pigs, so horned up were we. I clamped my legs about him and clasped my wrist behind his back. He picked up the pace and we were both moanin' and groanin' and gettin' real verbal. His thrusts intensified to a staccato pounding, leaving me weak and helpless, at his mercy. I'M GONNA CHARGE THAT HOLE, BABY!" Wave after wave of Toxic Jizm surged into my Pussy. My Ass Muscles milked his spasming Death Stick, and we kept stroking and making out until I had sucked every drop of Venom out of him. So sweet!

I got to the Baths around 5 p.m. and started breeding almost immediately. I lost track of how many, but I know I shot at least half a dozen Loads, including a couple in a Bottom who was one of my regulars. They were all hot Fucks, but the last one was an almost spiritual exercise. That would never have happened a month ago, but I've become addicted to Gifting. Now I'm a Man on a Mission. It was almost 3 a.m.; and I was dead tired, but determined to spew my Venom into one more Pussy. After several passes through the corridors and Maze, I found my Mark. He was on hands and knees in his room, Butt in the air, Lube on the mattress, and no Condoms in sight. I invited myself in and fingered his Hole. It was dry. I would be his first Load of the night. I love shoving my Dick into a Butt full of Jizm—the World's Best Lube—but being first gave me the chance to stretch and tear his Hole so that my POZ Bug could work it wonders. Absolutely Awesome! Before I could mount his Ass, though, Mark moved his hot wet mouth to my huge Pig Nips and began sucking and chewing. Fuckin' Fabulous! Most guys go right for the Dick, but my Nips are even more sensitive than my Cock, and getting them pulled and twisted gets me even harder. After a bit I pulled up his head and pushed my tongue into his tonsils. We frenched like there was no tomorrow. The Chemistry was there, and I knew this was going to be ONE REALLY GREAT FUCK—one which would make it easier for me to Honor My Commitment. Mark was a white lad, early 20s, slim and lightly muscled—no Twink, but close to it, who was gonna get a Load of Daddy's POZ Jizm. I'm 41, Latino, 5'10", almost 190 pounds of solid muscle, and a PURPOSELY POZZED NEG who was about to REPLICATE THE RITUAL. "Oh fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! I need your fucking Dick SOOOOO BAD!" I flipped him over and hoisted his slender, shaven legs to my shoulders and my Dick was drooling Slime on his Pussy when the goddamned Mark whipped out a Condom. Fuckin' Tease! Had it been earlier, I would have stormed out of there in pursuit of other Prey, but late as it was, I didn't want to take the chance of cummin' up with nothin'. So in one fell swoop I shoved my bare Dick up to the Pubes in Mark's Rectum. His looseness and my ease of penetration convinced me the Queen had been around the block before and whetted my appetite to put him out of his misery. As the element of surprise succumbed to the discomfiture of unlubed Coitus, I suspected Mark had gleaned my motivation—the way he struggled. It took all of my strength to pin him down. He tried to push me off, but I proved by far the stronger. "Sorry, Fucker. I don't do Rubbers." I held him tight as his Hole ripped and tore before my rapacious Onslaught. "BAREBACK ONLY!" He grunted and tried to push me off with his legs. "C'mon, Bitch, you know you want it! A minute ago you were begging me to screw you! You know you fuckin' need it!" But, clearly, he was having second thoughts , so I tried to be more tactful. "Come on, Baby. Take Daddy's Dick. You know you want It. You got a real sweet Pussy there, and Daddy wants to make both of us feel good." A little flattery—and Mark was babbling like a baby. "Oh God, Daddy, I need your Cock in me so bad! Please fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!" Mark worked my Nips moaning like a Bitch in Heat. My Dick was rock hard, partly due to the unlubed friction of his Hole, but mainly because I'd contemplated POZZING his Dumb Ass. The guy was NEG--or thought he was—if he wanted me to use a Rubber. I strove harder to remove all doubt as to what happens to a fuckin' horny Bareback Bottom at the Tubs. "I'm gonna seed your Pussy, Boy, know that? You're gonna get Daddy's Charged Cum deep in your Ass. That's what you really want, don't you, you fuckin' Bitch? You want Daddy to seed and breed you like the fuckin' Little Whore you are." "Oh yeah, Daddy! That's what I want! I want you to fuck me! But please, Daddy, PULL OUT before you Cum. P-U-L-E-A-S-E !" Fucking Little Fool! Was he for real? Did he really think I'd pass up the opportunity to POZ his stinkin' Butt? Long as I live, I'll never understand these simple-minded Faggots who think they can bareback night after night and stay NEG. "Sorry, Fucker. I don't do Rubbers, and I don't pull out. You're getting Daddy's Dick and Load, just like you deserve It. Get ready, Boy, cause I'm gonna breed your Ass!" He just kept moaning and pushing up to meet my thrusts. "HERE IT CUMS, QUEER BOY! Here Cums Daddy's Creamy Seed infiltratin' your NEG Pussy! Goddamn, yeah, Motherfucker! I'm spraying my Stud Juice deep up your Hole, R-I-G-H-T T-H-I-S M-O-M-E-N-T !" Walking around almost an hour before I met this Kid, obsessing about this very special moment, I'd worked up a helluva Charged Load. I juiced the whole inside of his Pussy with POZ Seed, so much so my Balls spasmed over and over and I thought I'd never stop shooting. I shoved my tongue deep down his throat and thrust my hips against his fragile body, intent on planting so much goddamned Virus in his Gut he'd taste It in his Gullet. I kissed him passionately, telling how good he felt, determined to massage my Venom into his Ass Walls and from there into his Capillaries. "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, Oh, Daddy," he kept chanting, too shocked or awed, or maybe both, to do anything but lie there and take It as the devastation of his Stupid Faggot Body commenced. I couldn't remember when I'd experienced such an Orgasm, but it was past; and suddenly I wanted out of there in the worst way, and the Mark I'd just bred seemed SOOOOO REPULSIVE. I wondered if he'd Cum, but then I realized I didn't give a Shit.

Some people are just too attractive for their own good—people so beautiful they should be strutting their stuff on a catwalk or modeling underwear for a living. Sebastian was one of those guys. He was twenty two years old, a senior at UNLV. The blond-haired, blue-eyed stud with drop-dead looks that could easily have been spread among 4 people stood 5-11 and weighed 160 pounds. Despite his love for beer, he kept in shape with daily workouts in the university gym and pool. He was a star on both the water polo and swim teams. Sebastian also never lacked for female company. Wherever he went - the strip, a club, just walking on campus—women flocked to him like bees. He was used to getting Pussy whenever he wanted it. Nothing beat a good blow job! It was Spring Break and Sebastian and his frat brothers headed to San Diego for the week. They checked into a sleazy motel on the beach within walking distance of a dozen clubs—no driving needed. A whole week of playing all day and partying all night. There were ten frat brothers and collectively they sweet-talked the manager into squeezing them into two rooms. Less money for the rooms meant more money for partying. It was Friday night, only two nights left, and the guys couldn't decide where to go. Half wanted to go to Moondoggies, and half to the Pacific Bar & Grill. That wasn't really a problem, since they were only a couple blocks apart and close to the motel, so the guys decided to split up. Sebastian finished styling his spiky blond hair and looked in the mirror. Perfect! It was tousled with a windblown look, but Sebastian had spent 20 minutes getting it right. He'd seen a ton of babes on the beach and looked forward to getting laid. He turned to catch his profile, white briefs tenting an erection. He grabbed his hard Cock and gave it a squeeze. A couple of frat brothers saw him and chuckled. Sebastian pulled on his shorts and a tank top. He looked in the mirror. Aw, fuck the tank top! It was too warm outside and everybody was going shirtless. Plus he was proud of his sculptured torso. He strapped on his beach sandals and gave himself a last once over in the mirror. The white shorts proved a nice contrast to his tanned and toned body. He liked to wear them a little snug and short because of how they felt and how they looked when his fuck bulge stretched the material. Damn, he was hot! He could have passed for a Californian beach bum! He loved being himself. He grabbed a wad of cash and shoved it, along with his room key, in his pocket and led his frat brothers down the street. ******************** Photographer Paul's career seemed to be in high gear when he'd been pozzed by an anonymous pick-ip. He planned to take advantage of his condition and draw disability. For 6 long years he ignored his doctor's orders. His T-Cells plummeted. At 29, his immune system devastated, he proved to be a half-living, half-dead example of how the best laid plans go astray. He ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. Only then did he agree to start meds. During a lengthy rehab back to a semblance of health, Paul plotted his revenge against those he deemed responsible for his disease—in his perverted visage every gay or straight male who'd ever caught his eye. . At 30, living on his meager disability pension, though free from the humdrum necessity of earning a living, he discerned he had to supplement his income if he wished to continue his lifestyle, so by age 32 Paul had again become a professional - a professional hunter. His chosen vocation was to seek out hot young studs, drug them, and photograph them in compromising positions and in various stages of undress. That he took liberties with their presumably negative mancunts, he regarded as a well deserved fringe benefit of his vocation. (Actually the thought of spreading HIV and AIDS among the uninfected gave Paul a hard=on.) Paul had a website where the pics and videos of his victims could be downloaded—for a price. With no lack of voyeurs, his enterprise flourished. He traversed the countryside in search of pretty young twinks, but that night in San Diego, he'd returned to his birthplace. In fact, he was at one of his favorite haunts, the Pacific Bar & Grill. He was out for a night on the town and hadn't planned on working - until he spied Sebastian. One look at the blonde Adonis strutting shirtless through the door, and Paul had an immediate and dramatic change of plans. He'd been with a group of his friends, but stopped drinking the moment he spotted Sebastian. Paul couldn't take his eyes off him. His friends eventually decided to move on. After all, it was Spring Break and San Diego was one humungous party. Paul said he was going to hang out for a while. As his friends left he moved to the bar. His strategy was simple - separate the prey from his pals, gain his trust, and then work the guy over. From his spot at the bar Paul kept track of Sebastian's movements: who he came in with, who he talked to; who he danced with; what he drank, how much he drank, how often he went to the restroom - everything. As the evening wore on Paul noticed that most of Sebastian's friends had paired off with girls and left. Sebastian looked like he was having too much fun dancing, his hunky body twisting in perfect time with the music. The sheer gall the stud had - coming into this place dressed the way he was, shirtless, in short shorts and sandals - gave Paul the hardest boner he'd ever experienced. When the song ended Sebastian huffed his way to the bar, breathing heavily. The stool next to Paul was conveniently empty. Sebastian sat down and gave Paul a perfunctory nod. "Anybody sitting here?" he asked, his voice incredibly sexy. "No," Paul said, turning slightly on his stool. "She was hot," he remarked, commenting on Sebastian's last partner. "She was a bore," Sebastian said. "Blah, blah, blah," He dismissed her with a wave of his hand as he flagged down the bartender. "Seabreeze." "Still," he mulled, "it's getting late and most of the hotties have gone I probably shoulda fucked her." Sebastian grabbed his crotch. "You ever get totally horned up?" The question took Paul by surprise, as it precisely described his current state, with Sebastian the object of his attraction. "Constantly! A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do." Sebastian nodded, his mouth full of pretzels. "Exactly." His drink arrived and he downed half of it. He pulled out a five and told the bartender to keep the change. He grabbed his crotch again and spun around on the stool. "Take a look," he mumbled, sounding bummed. "A bunch of dogs." He shook his head and grabbed his crotch again. Paul couldn't help but notice. "You look like you surf." "Just learned this week," Sebastian giggled, finishing his drink. "I'm here from Vegas on Spring Break. I took some lessons. It's great." He was about to order another drink when Paul hailed the bartender. "This round's on me, Maybe you should lay off the hard stuff. This place isn't known for skimping on its liquor. It might be a good idea to slow down, especially if you wanna get laid." Sebastian laughed again as he took his beer from the bartender and took a swig. "You're right, you're so fuckin' right. I'm just so fuckin' frustrated and horny. You shoulda seen the babes on the beach!" Mixing alcohol wasn't the smartest thing to do, but Sebastian wasn't thinking about booze. He groped his crotch again. From where he sat Paul could see the stud's bulging crotch. Fuck, it it's nice he thought. It was a good thing Sebastian's trunks weren't any shorter - or he'd have been arrested for indecent exposure. "By the way, I'm Rob," Paul said. "I'm here from ASU." "Sebastian. UNLV." "Nice to meet you." "Same here." Sebastian finished his beer and Paul bought him another. About halfway through it, Sebastian jumped up and headed to the john. Paul noticed he was none too steady on his feet. He'd had the roofie in his hand since Sebastian sat down, waiting for the right moment. Now the drunken stud was off taking a piss. Paul casually reached over, as if to stretch, and dropped the roofie into Sebastian's beer. Sebastian wouldn't know what hit him. He ordered another. Sebastian came back a few minutes later and grinned when he saw the extra bottle. He finished his first beer and started the second "Thanks, man," he said, holding the bottle while scouting the dance floor. "Let me get the next round." Paul looked at his watch. With Sebastian already drunk, he anticipated 15 minutes at most. It wasn't too hard to keep up a conversation. Sebastian was a talker. He droned on about his countless cunt conquests and about the great time he was having in San Diego. Sebastian's speech slurred; and Paul knew it was time. He wanted Sebastian out of there before he became incapacitated. "Man, you look wasted. I don't think you're gonna get any. Maybe you oughta call it a night." Sebastian wobbled on his stool. "I think you're right. I feel kinda fucked up. Good thing my motel is just down the street." He stood up to leave, wavering, and patted Paul on the arm. "Nice to run into ya, Rob. Have fun the rest of the Break. See ya later." As he turned to leave Paul also got up. "I should probably head out, too," he said, catching up with his prey. "We were out in the sun all day and I'm whooped." As the two guys left the Pacific Beach, Paul asked Sebastian where he was staying. Sebastian pointed down the street. "I can't remember the name of the place, but it's a couple blocks thata way." Paul came up with a quickie. "My place is that way, too. My car's right over here. Let me drive you." "'Preciate it," Sebastian slurred, and together the two, the Hunter and the Hunted, climbed into Paul's SUV. As they drove down Garnet Avenue, Paul remembered a motel he'd used once before where he could pay cash. He noticed that Sebastian was having difficulty staying awake. "Hey, Sebastian, where did you say your motel was?" Sebastian looked at, or rather through, Paul. The roofie had him in its grips. "I can't remember shit," Sebastian giggled. "Well, this is my place," Paul lied, turning into the lot. "Wanna come in for a minute till you remember where you're staying?" "Yeah," Sebastian replied. "Good idea." "My room's over there." Paul pointed nowhere in particular. "Wait here while I get the key. I've lost one already so I don't carry it with me. They charge an arm and a leg for a replacement. I'll be right back." "Okaaaaaaaay," Sebastian slurred, slumping in his seat. Paul entered the office to check in, then returned to Sebastian, who'd drifted off "Come on, Buddy," Paul urged, shaking Sebastian, who stumbled after him toward the room. As soon as they were inside, Sebastian collapsed on the bed and conked out. Paul had to restrain himself from jumping his bones right there. He returned to his car to get the gym bag where he kept his cameras, tripod, and toys. Back in the room, he lifted Sebastian's eyelids: his eyes were rolled up - he was a goner. Paul started snapping pictures. He pulled off Sebastian's shorts. Holy Shit! Paul had never seen anyone who looked so good in his underwear. He couldn't wait to see what was beneath. But first things first. Paul's website catered to a variety of fetishes, and he decided to feature Sebastian in every category. First he took pictures of Sebastian dressed - on his back, on his stomach, sitting up. Then Paul removed Sebastian's sandals and snapped a few pics of the Prey's nice size 9 feet. Paul stripped off Sebastian's shorts and let out a sigh as he gazed at the passed-out stud. Once again Holy Shit! crossed his mind: he had never laid eyes on any guy so erotically photogenic. Sebastian was just plain hard to resist. Again Paul shot from every conceivable angle. The ass shots were great - the white of Sebastian's briefs stretched tautly across his tanned ass. Mmmmmm! Paul couldn't wait to dive into that hole! For sure the fucker, straight as he was, was still an anal virgin. Looked like Paul had some serious deflowering to do. He stroked Sebastian's cock and balls and flicked his jutting nips. Bingo! The dazed stud began to moan and get hard; but he was gonna get harder still. Having cum this far, Paul felt an obligation to teach the hunk something he didn't already know about sex; and despite his hetero expertise, the guy was a total ignoramus about what two men could do to please each other. Paul would fix that. He lifted the Sebastian's head and slipped a Viagra between his soft, pale pink lips. He helped him swallow by giving him a little water and steadily, slowly stroked his throat. In about 20 minutes, Sebastian would be as hard as Paul. Paul passed the time by stroking Sebastian's bod. As Sebastian moaned in obvious pleasure, Paul decided to get a couple of facial shots - cum facials. He dropped his pants and jerked his dick until he shot a load of slop right onto Sebastian's pretty face. His photos captured the cum as it dripped down the Sebastian's brow, across his nose, over his lips and under his chin. Still horny and full of jizz, Paul decided to see what kind of cocksucker Sebastian was. He sat him up and stuck his hard cock into Sebastian's mouth, thrusting his hips back and forth, and sliding his cock in and out. Pretty soon he was ready to cum again and let his load slide down Sebastian's throat. For a straight guy, Sebastian turned out to be a pretty good cocksucker. At last it was time for the Promised Land! His next Load was goin' right up the Straight Boy's Ass—but then he wouldn't be a Straight Boy after that, would he? He fitted Sebastian with a Ball Gag, which allowed him to breath, but not scream, Paul slowly peeled off Sebastian's briefs. The Hunk's Shaft was probably a good six inches when soft, but the Viagra stretched It to a delectable eight. As he watched Sebastian sprout, he took more pictures. Then he jacked off the dazed stud. It didn't take much to get Sebastian to shoot his first load, imagining that Paul was constantly hard. He stared in awe as he slowly jerked Sebastian to his second ejaculation. Sebastian's eight-inch cock was as perfect as the rest of his body. He figured It felt good up a girl's pussy. Bet the bitches didn't appreciate It nearly as much as he did. Just as Sebastian was ready to cum, Paul straddled Sebastian and sat down on his erect shaft. Sebastian shot his neg jizm right up Paul's ass. "Whew!" Paul cried out as Sebastian's beautiful dick spasmed in his hole. Sebastian would make a great giver someday, with a little help from...well...Paul. "And now for the finishing touch, Buddy Boy," Paul remonstrated, as he climbed off the bed, Sebastian's cum running down his leg. He drew the limp Hottie's legs over his shoulders and thrust as hard as he could into Sebastian's tight Ass. Sebastian cried out in pain (or was it delight?) but the sounds were all but muffled by the ball gag. The poor frat boy apparently had some comprehension of what was goin’ down, because Paul could make out: "I'm straight, Dude. Please stop! I don't wanna be gay!" Paul, undeterred, continued to fuck his thick rod in and out of Sebastian's abused hole. God, Sebastian's hole is tight! Paul thought. It felt extra good fucking his AIDS cock back and forth up the bottom's torn and abused anus, enhancing the jock's receptivity to the Bug. Paul figured he was doing Pretty Boy a favor - etching his poison into his neg DNA, assuring him notoriety for the rest of his days. Anticipating the probable consequence of the rape, and the ignorant bitches Sebastian was likely to breed, Paul plunged enthusiastically into the sobbing jock's anus, knowing that each thrust rendered a positive outcome more likely. Pretty Boys like Sebastian deserved be bred in recompense for the smug superiority they displayed. And this punk was no exception. With that justification, Paul ground in violently, mercilessly slapping his hips against the straight's bubble butt, burying his dick up to his pubes in the violated man pussy. "Your ass is mine, kid!" Paul avowed, bucking as hard and violently as he could. Tears streaked down Sebastian's macho cheeks, for subconsciously Sebastian knew he was being irreversibly ravaged. After he climaxed, Paul cleaned himself up, straightened the room, and hightailed it out of there, taking Sebastian's briefs as a souvenir. His only regret was that he wouldn't see the look on Sebastian's gorgeous face in the morning, followed by a grimace of pain and confusion—as the youth gradually recollected that he'd been violated. As he drove to the airport, Paul bet that Sebastian would tell his buddies that he'd banged some chick at her place all night. He had no fear of reprisal. After all, what dude was going to report he'd been raped? The next morning the rays of the hot San Diego sun shown through the window and aroused Sebastian from his drug-induced sleep. For a few moments he was confused about where he was. He was in a strange bed and, stranger still, alone. That almost never happened. Sebastian couldn't remember the last time he didn't go home with some broad. He tried to replay the previous evening. He sat up in bed and realized he was naked, his shorts on the carpet beside the bed. What the hell had happened last night? Oh yeah.... That guy he'd met.... What was his name? Rob? Yeah, Rob. That was it. Cool guy. They 'd had a few drinks, and then he drove him home. No... they'd stopped at his motel first. Was that where he was? If so, where was Rob? Sebastian looked out the window and saw his motel a few blocks away. After showering and dressing—where was his underwear—he went to the front desk and inquired about Rob. The stupid clerk was no help. All she could tell him was that the room had been paid for in cash. As he walked home, he felt a pain in his ass and knew something had gone terribly wrong. He began to remember the events of last night and cried as he walked along.

Like millions of red-blooded American males I work Monday through Friday—eight, ten, and sometimes twelve hours a day. Saturday I reserve for personal and household chores. Sunday is for family and cruising. One particularly horny afternoon after a two-week business trip, I headed for the park, a block down from the Baths, an almost guaranteed source of pulchritudinous Manmeat any hour of the day or night, because so many of the patrons were either making a pit stop enroute to the Tubs, or were desperate, having not gotten any. In the john I interrupted a threesome. A pimply-faced guy, barely of legal age, was being sucked by a middle-aged pudgy dude in glasses. They were joined by a tall pale skinny guy who looked like he'd been ill, and all were sucking and kissing each other. I watched nervously from the doorway, keeping my distance. The skinny dude beckoned to me. I approached them trepidly, displaying my lack of expertise with orgies. But Sickly reached beneath my Tee to twist my Tits, while Pudge bent down to suck me. I went soft due to nervousness, and Pudge went back to sucking the other guys. I sauntered out to my car for a Viagra, slipping the bitter tablet beneath my tongue for quicker absorption. Mission accomplished I strolled back in, and Sickly started sucking me . I knelt down on the hard concrete and sucked his massive, uncut Dick. He played with my Balls and Ass. A Sleazy Leering Dude in jeans and leather jacket came in. God, how he reminded me of my deceased ex-Lover, Peter (AIDS death, Class of 2000) who'd tried unsuccessfully to POZ me! He unzipped and played with himself, watching the action. Sickly kissed my neck while working two fingers inside of me. The youngish guy shot his Wad and left, leaving me the center of attention. Again Pudge knelt to suck my Dick. He was definitely improving with experience. Sickly kept fingering my Hole, proclaiming passionately how badly he wanted to fuck me. Peter stood beside me, leering and beating his Meat while I was sucked and fingered. Pudge, begging to be fucked, massaged lube onto my Cock. I rubbed my Rod up and down his Crack, but somehow managed to resist, though Sickly, still fingering my Hole, urged me on. I played with Peter and got his Cock wet with salvia and lube. He put his arm around me and pulled me towards him. I bent down and sucked him. I must admit it was hot sucking him—kind of a head-trip sucking such a Sleazy Bastard (like my ex-Lover), and that I was the same as both of them. Sickly could no longer hold back. He grabbed the lube from Pudge, greased his Dick, and rammed It up my Pussy. That hurt like Hell, and I cried out. Sympathetically Pudge started sucking me again, and I alternated going down on Pudge and Peter while Sickly screwed me. A decrepit old Turd, attracted by our moans and groans, came in to watch. Shortly after that I announced I was cummin’ (like, big deal, who gives a shit when some perverted Faggot shoots his Wad for the umpteenth time!) Well, apparently the Old Troll did. (From the looks of him he hadn't gotten any since World War II.) He muscled in, almost knocking Pudge off balance, wrapped his toothless lips around my Cock, and let me blow my suspect Load down his geezer throat . When I got to my room at the Baths, I checked my Ass and wiped away a manly mix of Blood and Cum and Lube and Shit. I met up with an older married brother who'd fucked me several times before, and explained why I wanted him to be extra gentle that afternoon. He professed to know both Sickly and Peter, having had sex with both of them on more than one occasion. Sickly had just been released from the hospital (AIDS related pneumonia) and Peter had openly been a PWA for six years.

Bobby was a Pig Slut. Since the UPS man indoctrinated him into the wonderful world of barebacking, Bobby made sure he got his daily quota up the Ass. Many of the straight boys at school used Bobby as a female surrogate. Then the there were the local tearoom Queers. And fully a quarter of the neighborhood married dudes found Bobby's Butt a very succulent alternative to wifey. Bobby prided himself, despite six years of almost daily high-risk sex, on his disease-free Status, never having contracted anything worse than the Clap. He was also an avid newspaper reader—at least the headlines. More and more he begin to notice stories about HIV and AIDS and took them personally. Bobby began to obsess about the disease. As fate would have it, being susceptible to youthful extremes, Bobby made a total turnabout from Raw Sex to Safe Sex to, ultimately, No Sex at All. But Bobby's cupidity could not be entirely suppressed. He needed a SAFE outlet; and found it—on an IRC Webcam Site He loved performing for an international audience that reached halfway round the globe. And Bobby's fans were avaricious. Men two and three times his age came to enjoy his buzzed blonde hair, his rippled stomach, his almost seven-inch, cut Dick, and his tight, bubble Butt—a feast of young male flesh, live and in-person, an almost unparalleled freebie on the Net. For the first weeks, Bobby, clad only in his white Tee and briefs, strived to maintain his anonymity—being very careful to show nothing of himself from the chest up. Fearful of promoting High Risk Sex, or more ominously, stimulating himself, he was reluctant to do more than play with his Cock. As his audience watched, Bobby would massage his Dick through his briefs, and when the salacious comments that flashed across the screen grew libidinous enough, Bobby would pull It out and give his audience a good look-see. But as his audience grew larger and the kudos more verbose, Bobby threw caution to the wind. Promptly, at nine P.M. Bobby would switch on his computer (making sure his Webcam was properly adjusted), and sign onto the Net to give the audience in Chat Room 3 his usual show. Big Cocks, little Cocks, fat Cocks, thin Cocks, Cocks all over the world shot Spooge, as the pleas and comments of his audience scrolled across the screen. "Show us your tits," one would say. "That's nice," came the reply, when Bobby pulled up his Tee—a screen full of Tit to be seen by all. "Raise your arms," one would request, and Bobby would allow the Webcam to pan the smooth expanse of his Pits. So it went, and the requests and exhortations continued until Bobby did his usual strip tease and was totally naked. "Let's see your Asshole," someone would ask; and Bobby would bend over, reveal his Crack, and give the world a shot of his well-used pink Pussy. "Show us your Cock," another would beseech him; and Bobby would position himself so the Webcam got a shot of his Rod, which seemed to perpetually ooze Precum—for Bobby was by nature highly sexed. In the beginning, Bobby was reluctant to comply with the more bizarre requests. "Finger your Hole." "Can you suck your Cock?" "Let's see you eat your Cum." But since Bobby already did all those things in private, it took very little admonishment for him to do so before his anonymous audience. After all, what was the harm in a little playful exploration of one's own body if the consequence was pleasuring a thousand Gay voyeurs. So it was that Bobby would strip, play with his Privates, and finger his Hole as he beat himself off to a Cum-gushing Climax. Of course Bobby's wasn't the only Orgasm on those occasions. Many a Load shot all over the world as ropes of Jizm bespeckled Bobby's rippled stomach and his fingers splayed to wipe up the Cream for human consumption. Yes, it was a popular show—so popular, in fact, that Chat Room quickly filled up before Bobby even began to strip. Needless to say, competition to get into the Chat Room was furious and frantic. For Bobby it became a Ritual. Of course, Bobby had no way of knowing that Evil lurked on the other side of his computer screen. He could not have guessed that two POZ guys who watched him had aspirations far beyond mere observation. Had he suspected, his performances would have terminated abruptly. But such was not the case. ******************** It happened so suddenly, as Bobby was on his way home one Friday. One minute he was jaunting happily down the sidewalk thinking about that night's performance; the next, there was total darkness. As he regained consciousness, Bobby became aware of voices, though he was still too groggy to comprehend. As his eyes began to focus and his senses started functioning, he saw two tall dudes standing over him. He was nude, lying on a bed, with his hands tied behind his back and his feet loosely tethered to the bedposts. "Looks like he's comin' round," one said. "Yeah, sure do," agreed the other. "Lemme go!" Bobby protested, struggling with his bindings. But the aftereffect of the chloroform was enough to prohibit any serious maneuvers. "You got the gun?" one of the men asked. "All set to go." "You guys are going to get in a lot of trouble for this!" Bobby whined timorously, prompting the men to chuckle. "Boy, we seen plenty of trouble already. This ain't nothin' to us," one of the dudes replied. "Now, you gonna be a good boy, or we gonna do this the hard way?" Tyrone asked, approaching the bed. "Get away from me! Lemme alone!" Bobby hollered, wiggling across the bed. Yet, all he could do, once he had inched over, was fall haplessly to the floor, like a trapped animal. "Get your ass up, Motherfucker!" Leroy demanded. "Think he might need some persuading, Leroy?" queried the other, reaching toward the table behind him. He picked up a black plastic object and tossed it to his companion. "I said get your motherfuckin' ass up!" Leroy commanded, jamming the Stun Gun up against Bobby's hip and pulling the trigger. "Oh God! Owwwww!" Bobby cried out, as he writhed on the floor. Jolted by the voltage that emanated from the cattle-prod-like device, never in his entire life had he felt such horrible pain.. "Get your sorry ass up!" Leroy reiterated, jamming the weapon up against Bobby's Balls and pulling the trigger. Bobby shrieked with pain, convulsing from what felt like molten lava burning his Balls to his Shaft. "Please no more!" Bobby struggled to get on his knees. "That's better," Leroy grinned. "Wanna break the news to him, Tyrone, or should I?" "Lay it out for him, Leroy," "Well ya see man, this is how it is. Been a long time since we had us a good Piece of Ass. Tyrone and me had a lot of time on our hands while we was locked up. Used to watch ya every night, least as often as you was on. "We saw ya playin' with yerself night after night. But ya wuz always alone. One day I says to Tyrone, 'Ya know, that Boy needs a Man.' "And then and there we vowed that if ya wuz still lettin' Cum run down yer leg by the time we got out, we'd pay ya a visit. An' I tell ya, Buddyy, you even look even better in person than on the 'Net." "Please! Wait!" Bobby stalled, thinking fast, conjuring up his own worst nightmare. "You don't understand. I got HIV. Doc says if I have sex with anyone, that guy stands a chance of gettin' it, too That's the real reason I'm always alone." "Perfect!" Leroy exclaimed. "We're POZ too!" Bobby blanched at being so close to someone who actually had the BUG. "No! Please let me go! I won't tell anyone!" Bobby pleaded. "You can betcher boots yer Pussy's gonna cum outta this secondhand Manmeat. Last Bambino we broke in turned out to be fodder fer the whole Slammer. Worked out best fer him, too. All that SEX turned him 'gainst thievin' ferever. Found hisself a more cumfortable way to make a living." "No way! I ain't screwin' with HIV Dick for nothin'. I'd rather be dead!" "YA AIN'T GOT NO CHOICE! An' if ya don't start playin' ball, yer gonna wish you was dead. I guarantee it." "SUCK IT!" Tyrone demanded, holding his uncircumcised limp Sausage just inches from Bobby's lips. "No!" Bobby responded, shaking his head from side to side. "I won't do it. You can kill me. I 'd rather die of AIDS." "We kin take care of that, too," Tyrone smirked, as he applied the Stun Gun to Bobby's Stomach, then his Nuts, then his Ass. Again the bedroom was filled with high-pitched shrieks and screams. Bobby writhed upon the floor. "FOR GOD'S SAKE, STOP IT! I'LL DO IT! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT!" "Betcher bottom dollar ya will," Tyrone confirmed, offering his thick Sausage to Bobby. Bobby struggled to get to his knees, looking at the foreboding toxic Fuck Stick Tyrone offered him. He wanted to gag at the thought of putting that Diseased Thing in his mouth. "Please, I really can't. I'm no good at Sucking," he pleaded, his voice trailing off, mesmerized as he was by Tyrone's Cock. 'God,' he thought to himself, 'It's been ages since I had One of Those.' Despite his phobia, recollecting the "Good Old Days," he began to salivate. "Suck it!" Tyrone persisted. Some say that good Cocksuckers are born, not made. Others say, that given enough practice, any guy can learn to suck Cock. It would have been difficult to disprove either premise by Bobby's subsequent performance—considering his years of experience complicated by his AIDS Phobia. When he took the first few inches of Tyrone's diseased Shaft , he wanted to vomit. Yet, as Tyrone's AIDS Stick slid past his lips, Bobby, remembering his Carefree Days, found It less and less objectionable. It would have been merciful, but unrealistic to expect that mere Sucking would have sated his two Assailants, which is why Bobby found himself rebound as he was originally, awaiting the Inevitable. To no avail, Bobby begged and cajoled the Ex-Cons to free him, as they attached the spreader bar to his feet and cuffed his hands behind his back to the eyelets in the leather straps that restrained his ankles. However, two more Zaps of the Stun Gun turned Bobby into a quivering mass that could only whimper as they inserted a Ball Gag in his mouth.' "I need to get this Fucker warmed up!" Leroy exclaimed, the head of his toxic Tool just inches from Bobby's vulnerable Cunt. Whap! whap!" went Leroy's palm as he whacked Bobby's Ass. "Mmmfff! mmmff!" came Bobby's cries through the Ball Gag, in time with the Smacks on his crimson Butt. Tears streamed from his eyes as his Ass began to feel like it was afire. Yet had he known what was to follow, Bobby would gladly have exchanged that flagellation for the terror soon to cum. Momentarily, Bobby felt relief, as the lashes ceased to rain down on his Buttocks. But there followed stark fear, as Bobby felt something massive and spongy kiss his Butt. "Mmmm! mmmm!" Bobby moaned, shaking his head from side to side, as if that would prevent the Inevitable. "Please don't fuck me! Please don't give me AIDS" he mouthed, divulging his prime mortal fear." "Ain't up to us, Punk. We just provide the Raw Material. The rest is up to Mother Nature." "Here ya go, Boy. You gonna get a samplin' of ol' Leroy's famous Alabama Snake. Yer gonna luv It! 'Course ya gotta be careful. Some Snakes is poisonous an' some Snakes is not." "Mmmmmffffff!" Bobby exclaimed, as the felt the pressure build against his Ass Lips. "Cum on, Baby, loosen up. Let Leroy do ya right." A loud "WHAP" echoed off the bedroom walls, as Leroy whacked the Boy's Butt hard enough to knock the breath out of him. As the ex-Con anticipated, Bobby was distracted long enough that his Ass Lips momentarily relaxed. "Mmmmmm!" Bobby exhaled, as the wide head of Leroy's Fuck Stick popped into his Hole. "That's it, Baby. We is on the way!" Leroy gasped, as the luxuriant warmth of Bobby's Pussy massaged his Dick. "Mmmmmppppfff!" Bobby protested vehemently, shaking his head "No!" to what felt like a baseball bat in his Rectum and his fear of having the massive POZ Tool infect him. "Want more, Baby? Is that it?" "Mmmmmmmmmmm!" was Bobby's response, as Leroy shoved a good 4 inches of his thick meat up the Bobby's Hole. Had it not been for the Ball Gag, Bobby's screams would have reverberated for blocks. Onward and inward, the massive Cock bored into Bobby, brutally ripping his Innards to accommodate Its girth. Never mind that tears flowed like rain from his eyes and sweat that poured from his brow. Leroy's humongous monster pressed inward until Bobby thought It must surely be directly under his navel. "Oh Baby. you are so TIGHT!" Leroy exclaimed, his Pubes resting against Bobby's Butt Cheeks. "Get ready for the ride of a lifetime. Leroy's gonna fuck you so bad!" The horny Assassin grabbed Bobby's hips with his ham-like hands. Had there been no Ball Gag, Bobby's girl-like squeals would have echoed throughout the entire building. Yet all that was heard was a loud muffled screech higher pitched than before. As Leroy's thick Sausage slithered in and out of his Rectum, Bobby's grunts and groans filled the room in sync with the Fucking. The Youth faded in and out of consciousness from Pain and his mortal fear of HIV. Then, much to Bobby's mortification, a tingling began to anesthetize the pain. . "Oh, Baby! I knew you'd be good!" Leroy exclaimed, as he felt the muscles in Bobby's Butt relax. "Well, would you look at that!" "He got a Boner?" Leroy asked. "Yup! He sure do!" In response, Leroy began to gyrate, befouling previously undefiled segments of Bobby's anal passage, eliciting more muffled shrieks from the Youth. "Oh, Baby! Yer my Bitch now!" Leroy exclaimed, picking up the pace so his groin smacked Bobby's Ass. Snot dripped from the traumatized Boy's nose, yet he uttered no further protest. Tears of humiliation and resignation steamed down his cheeks—for he knew that Leroy spoke the truth—he was his Bitch now! He'd forgotten how good a bareback Fuck felt. In fact, to the REGENERATE Bobby, that single Raw Screwing was worth the risk of HIV a thousand times over. His fear of AIDS resolved, nothing and no one could restrain his reborn promiscuity. So it should come as no surprise; that a muffled howl of delight escaped Bobby's lips when Leroy announced he was "Close." Nor should it startle you that Bobby shot his hot Spooge all over the bed sheets as Leroy depozited the Deadly Virus up his Ass, and that moments later, the Youth clamped around Tyrone's equally noxious Cock with POZ Jizm still dripping from his Cunt. Bobby'd been converted in body and soul, and his thirst for Cock would never be quenched until his dying day some twelve years hence. ******************** They say old habits die hard, and new ones only reinforce the old ones; and so it was, that one week later, the Internet audience watched as newly pozzed Bobby, his phone number prominently displayed upon the screen, whacked himself to Climax while he fucked his Asshole with the biggest Dildo any of them had ever laid eyes on. Needless to say, it didn't take long for Bobby's phone to ring.

As a young-looking 26 year old guy I can gain admittance to college parties. I was visiting a friend at a NLU last week, and the school sponsored a Registration Day Party. The finale Friday night was in the Student Center—recreation facilities downstairs and overnight accommodations up above. Early in the evening I spotted two very sexy, if inexperienced guys drinking and hanging out in the lounge. They had similar builds and looks. Later I found out they were fraternity brothers and various other upper classmen. I could tell they were roundly enjoying being on their own, for they were drinking like there was no tomorrow and hitting on the girls. My friend Kevin saw them, too. Kevin is 6'1", brown hair, nice build, smooth, with 6 inches uncut, but SUPER THICK. I had been the one who POZZED him and turned him into a BREEDER. The party attendees, considering their sophomoric inexperience and advanced inebriation, seemed easy Prey for unscrupulous POZ Predators like ourselves. One was on the verge of passing out; and the other close behind. Kev and I made small talk with them and lied that we'd already overindulged and were in no shape to drive back to the frat house. One brother passed out, and we offered to help the other get him upstairs. We got to their door, and the other conked out. Kev grabbed his key and opened the door. It was a tiny room, with twin beds just feet apart. We lay each brother on a bed face down. Kevin took one, and I the other. We pulled off their shirts and sweats. They looked so cute nestled there in just their tight white briefs. We wasted no time stripping, our Cocks bobbing in midair. We pulled the guys' briefs down and drove our tongues into their succulent Mancunts. Not a peep of protest emanated from either soused Youth. For five minutes we caressed the Holes we were about to violate. We lubed our Cocks and dribbled KY down the Ass Cracks of the slumbering young men. Kev and I climbed atop the quiescent studs and paused with oozing Shafts pistoned just above their Virgin Mancunts. We rammed in nonstop, past their tight Ass Rings, ripping and tearing Ass Walls God never intended to withstand such violent Assault. How they twitched in protest, futilely trying to accommodate the Toxic Rods which had penetrated their most sacrosanct of members. Kev and I smiled at each other, our Noxious Tools suspended up their battered Holes, our Pubes abrading their chapped Butts. We began a methodical desecration of the Siblings' already despoiled Pussies, continuing for half an hour, till we both cried out and dumped our AIDS Seed in their NEG Asses.. We pulled out, our slimy Cocks glazed pink and brown. Appalled by the filth, we flipped the guys over and bathed our shity, bloody Dicks between their Lush Lips and gleaming Pearly Whites. Kev had an inspiration. We sucked their youthful Shafts till we both had mouthfuls of NEG Cum. Then we then switched Youths and spat each brother's last NEG Load into the other's Orifice We left them there like that, full of Charged Seed working its way into their DNA, each savoring the other's ejaculate. Kev and I joked about the day, when they suffered their first bouts of secondary infection, only to discover, that on some evening long ago, by some guys extraordinaire, they'd converted to POZ Fuck Pig Bottoms unaware.

It was strangely dark, strangely quiet. The atmosphere was electric. All that could be seen were vague, dimly animated shadows. All that could be heard were sounds of Sucking and the vacuous Pumping of Cock. Danny felt his way into the Tearoom, bumping into various unseen manly body parts which only served to whet his Appetite. He stood in the center of the John, giving his eyes a chance to adjust and his ears time to attune. At the row of urinals along the wall, a chorus of oversexed guys were coupling and masturbating. Danny could imagine what was going on; but it was difficult, if not impossible, to make out details. Such was the ideal environment for a guy with so much to hide—his emaciation, lesions, and sunken cheeks. Sexual anonymity had become his modus operandi since the onset of symptoms. Yet the onslaught of secondary infections had in no way decreased his libido. Ironically his plethora of ailments compelled him to seek out perfection in others. He didn't want to wind up in bed with some pimply dude (or worse, a POZ one) when there was such an abundance of NEG's for the taking. He supposed some would find his deception reprehensible. Tough Shit! He had no idea if he'd ever POZZED anyone and didn't care. He just assumed, with guys like himself, Nature would take its course. The hungry bodies took on recognizable shapes: an overweight guy in full leather; a stringy beanpole of a man wearing a baseball cap; and two guys who caught his attention, and sent the blood rushing to his Cock. At the urinal furthest from the door, they played the stalking game. Keeping an eye on each other, both were milking their Cocks. Danny could make out their movements, though a good view of their Organs eluded him. He moved up behind them. Yes, he'd been right. Here were a couple of dudes who could screw him anytime. One was tall and sandy-haired. He wore a green army jacket and faded levis which were half way down his muscular legs. The other was thin and effeminate. His briefs were pulled down, baring his Ass. Danny focused on his Crack as Skinny bent over to suck the Tall Dude. That Pussy had to be his! Danny caught a flash of the Tall Faggot's Member—thick and straight with glistening Head. Skinny's mouth closed over It, as the Tall One cupped his hands round the Cocksucker's head, and the Shaft disappeared completely down the throat of the Fem. Frenetically Danny stroked his burgeoning Tool. He tugged down his zipper, and his bony hand encircled his hard, jerking Penis. He eased his jeans down over his haunches and stretched his cotton briefs to one side. His Cock bounced into the midnight air. He spat on his hand, massaging his Rod. He milked It awhile, savoring the rhythmic ministrations of these Sexual Predators. God, how his Cock craved the Fem Sucker's Ass! That Orifice seemed to scream for his Presence while the Dude's Throat scuffed down the Tall Stranger's Shaft. Danny moved closer, his Tool brushing Skinny's Ass Cheeks. The latter tensed, sensing Imminent Penetration; but he did not back away nor break the pace of his sucking. His body language signaled Danny OK. Danny spat again on his hand. He worked his Spit over his noxious Tool. He encroached on the amorous Duo until he made contact with the libidinous Buttocks. Danny moved his Knob up and down Skinny's Ass Crack, positioning himself for The Kill. The Sucker, anticipating the Impending Assault, tensed up again. Danny sensed increasing pressure. The Dude had backed up on him. He needed no further encouragement. His hungry Cock plunged into the vacuous Hole. He shivered with Lust as the compliant Pussy opened to welcome his Venomous Shaft. In one Fatal Thrust, Danny forced his Rod into the Cocksucker's Gut. Oblivious to the deadly invasion, the Fem didn't even break stride. He sucked the Tall Faggot even more passionately as the Misogynist started his countdown. The Kid's Cunt was tight and well muscled. The Tall Fucker appeared to be near Orgasm, and Danny was not far behind. His urgent thrusts bucked the delicate body before him. Danny reached around Skinny's midsection to stroke his oozing Dickhead until the Fem began to shake and convulse. Then Danny pounded the Sucker relentlessly. Skinny shot immediately. Gobs of hot Spooge splattered the Suckee's jeans and tennies. Danny's Special Gift spewed into the Warm Tight Hole. The Thin Dude, his mouth filled with Spunk, felt Danny's POZ Jizm assault his Ass Walls. He trembled with spent Lust. Danny withdrew his Cock from the NEG's Ass just as the Tall Guy pulled out. The Fem stood up and thanked him—for what?

In the reflection of the glass doors I saw my small framed body ascend the stairs. I was so glad no one saw me come in. I stared at the floor, avoiding eye contact, as I approached the window. "Room or locker?" "Room, please." I quickly paid the attendant, and he handed me a towel and a key. Hastily I beat a retreat through the inner door, my heart pounding a mile a minute. I strolled down the crimson hall, closed doors on either side, hunting for my room. A naked man passed by, and I almost died! I couldn't believe I was finally there. I was scared yet excited. If it weren't for the Internet, I wouldn't have known the place was there. A couple guys approached, one wearing a towel, one not. I glanced at the nude guy's Cock—so long and thick—and soft like mine! I glanced at the floor to avoid their eyes, yet I could feel them boring into me. One of the men whispered, 'Nice!'. Perhaps this wouldn't be so terrible, after all. I walked on and peaked through a doorway. Two guys were having sex. I walked on quickly before they spotted me. I was nervous and sought out the solitude of my room. After fumbling with my key, the door swung open. I locked it behind me. On the TV above the bunk, two guys were blowing each other. I watched, and my body ached. I had never seen two guys in a film before. They were so young, kinda like me—nice firm bodies. One even looked like me—about 5' 7", short brown hair, smooth skin and Balls, with a massive curly bush above his cock. His cock was, however, decidedly larger than my six inch model. A knock sounded at the door. Cautiously, I opened it cautiously. Before me stood a cute dude about 5'9", red hair, nice body, dressed solely in a towel, but carrying a back-pack. "May I come in? There are old guys out here, and they're after me. Please. I saw you come in." I was scared; but he was very hot. I let him in. "Got to lock it, man. Don't want no fuckin' trolls in here." He latched the door and sat down. I sat down next to him and couldn't help notice the bulge beneath his towel. "I'm Matt." "I'm Steve. Ever been here before?" "Nope." "Oh, it's a hot place. Just keep your door locked. Lots of disgusting old trolls. Guys you don't want to mess with 'less you're really hard up." "Yeah, okay." "Nice video." He kicked back and watched, pulling out a thin cigarette. He lit up, and immediately I knew it was a joint. I stared at it, for I had never smoked before. Steve must have noticed me looking, for he reached over and offered me a hit. I vowed it would be a night of new experiences. My lungs burned as I coughed out the smoke. I took two big puffs and was going to hand it back, when Steve said, "Nah, keep that one. I got another." He pulled out his own and lit up. A few minutes after I forced the drug-infused air into my lungs I was floating. My cock was twitching in my underwear; and I felt so relaxed as I once again looked at the TV playing the porn. I was so horny; yet I was soft, but very sensitive. "Thirsty?" "Kinda." Steve pulled two bottled waters out of a small back pack and handed me one. My mouth was so dry. I twisted the top and noticed it had been opened; but I was thirsty. In a second the bottle was empty, and I was so taken by the video I almost forgot Steve was there. Several scenes had gone by before I turned back to Steve. I felt like jello. My entire body was relaxed and aching to be touched. Steve was rubbing his bulge through his jeans. "You into guys or just curious?" "I want a man." "Personally, I prefer young guys like yourself. You have a really nice bod—case you didn't know. But I'd like to see you get more comfortable. Why not slip out of those clothes and put on your towel." I stood up very dizzy. I removed my shirt. I couldn't believe how sluggish I was. "Can you pull my jeans off, Steve?" "Sure." He reached down and undid my waist button, then gradually pulled down my zipper, his hands lingering on my privates. Turning his attention to my sockless ankles, he jerked at my trou; and that's when his towel fell off. Face to face with his not insignificant organ, I blushed. "Steve, you have a great body, man!" 'though it was not his body I was thinking about. Meanwhile Steve had begun beating his dick, which was larger than mine and considerably thicker. He guided my hand to his tool. It felt so warm and silky. I ran my fingers over the piss slit which was oozing precum, and massaged the crystal-clear goo all over his dickhead and shaft. He pushed my face into his crotch: it was musky and sweaty. I grew so excited my mouth automatically dropped open and devoured him. Salty, delicious, and moist—with lots of sweet precum! I was beyond happy. Now, being a young guy, I got horny a lot, but I had never felt like that before—so weird and so excited. My dick was super-sensitive; and every time I moved, it strained against my towel. Steve was smiling as I fumbled to get his now huge tool in my inexperienced mouth. His cock had grown so hard, and I could feel my ass tingling like I wanted it in me. Steve brought his face close to mine and kissed me. It was incredible! I was overcome by his manliness, his facial stubble, as his hands wandered all over my body, exploring every inch of me until he came upon my cock. He squeezed it hard and tickled my balls. "Stand up, Matt." Standing behind me, he pulled my underwear down. As the air in the room assailed my buttocks, I felt as if I were flying naked in a dream. He nibbled my ear, which melted my shoulders like butter. My body was desperate to be touched! As his hands rubbed my chest and crotch, it felt as if a thousand fingers were massaging me. "Lie down on your stomach on the bed." Steve's hands lighted on the small of my back, working their way down to my pussy. "I have condoms and KY in my pocket." "Just relax. We'll get to those." Steve's hands felt so good on my ass cheeks. I was in another world, so calm and comfortable. My asshole felt something warm and wet. Steve was licking my mancunt. As his tongue grew more aggressive, I spiraled into ecstasy. Pausing, Steve walked over to my pants and reached in my pocket. When he returned he mounted me from behind. He dripped the lube onto my pussy and his raw cock. I felt my ass stretch. He pushed in harder, then paused for a moment. "Your ass feels so good stretched around my cock. Feels like my dick is made for your hole. You okay?" "Yeah, I'm okay now. Don't stop!" "You want it real bad, don't you? You should, you know. That joint you smoked was laced with Crystal. Same with the water. You should be screaming for cock and my pozcum by now." He'd drugged me! It all made sense—why I was floating. He had taken advantage of me! But, nonetheless, his cock felt, oh, so good! I was torn! I couldn't bring myself to order him to stop. And, yes, his off-the-cuff allusion to being POZ went over my head. "Oh man, fuck me. Fuck me good, Steve, please! It feels so good." Steve's poz tool worked my chute. I could feel his large head as it tore into my innards. "Feel my cock plow your hole? It's getting ready—ready to reward you. Your ass will beg for more cock after this." Then the volume of his incantation increased as he continued "YEAH, MAN, HERE IT CUMS. I WANT YOU TO FEEL MY SICK JIZM INFILTRATE YOUR PUSSY. SO WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE DOING THE BREEDING, YOU'LL KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE." It was all so unreal! Steve pushed in all the way, burying his huge pole inside my pussy. I felt his cock spasm, as his toxic seed shot up my insides. I had never experienced such great pleasure before. Steve left his noxious shaft stowed in my ass for a couple of minutes as we both came down from the exchange. "You loved that, didn't you, Matt? You fuckin' total cumslut. Why don't we leave the door open and let all the guys fuck you? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" My mind was racing. What about AIDS? If Steve had already POZZED me, did it matter? My mind gave me a thousand reasons to resist, but my sex-starved body screamed go for it. I looked at Steve. "I want to—but I'm scared." "Don't be. This is what you were meant to do. I'm gonna open up that door and let 100 guys come in and fuck you! You will never forget the lust you feel tonight. I've already pumped a nice creamy Load of poz cum in you. Right now it's penetrating your ass walls, cavorting through your cells—to your heart and brain, converting you into a cumslut. Soon you're gonna think and feel like me. Honestly now, don't you already feel a tingling in your hole? That's 'cause your body is converting - being overtaken by poz cum." He continued with his soothing words "know why are you so hungry for poz cum? Because you are meant to be a fuck hole for all the beautiful cocks who are coming your way. With your looks, you're a natural! You will eventually become a breeder. My poz cum will to set you free! Live for the hour, cause you never know if you'll survive till tomorrow!" I didn't know what to think. I was so scared. So confused. This good-looking guy may have given me AIDS. I knew I should be horrified, but just then my ass twitched. I could feel the warmth of his toxic Jizm circulating in my hole. I looked at Steve. He was right. It was already too late. It didn't matter. "Open the door." "You sure?" "Let them all cum in and fuck me." I had never been so excited yet apprehensive in my life. My eyes followed Steve as he unlatched the door. Within seconds a big fat guy stepped in. Fat and ugly and old! He dropped his towel, and I stared at the log between his legs. "You want that big pole to tear you apart, don't you?" he asked as he climbed on top of me and had his cock pressed against my asshole. Steve said "This little bottom slut took his first poz load a few minutes ago. Go ahead, and give him some more cum." With that the fat guy plunged his shaft into my hole. It was just as thick as Steve's, but much longer. I could feel his dick assaulting my ass walls, swishing around in the pool of hot cum Steve had deposited. "Hey Dude, tell me the truth now! You poz or neg?" Steve asked. "Poz," grunted the fat guy. a"FUCK YEAH MAN! DON'T JUST FUCK HIM! RAPE HIS ASS! GIVE IT TO HIM!" Inspired, the fat guy hammered away at my hole, soon enough grunting as his thick cock convulsed and more poz cum assailed my gut. Steve cheered him on. All in all my ass became dumping ground for close to 60 Loads that night. Cum was running down my legs, down at my balls, soaking the sheets. When the last guy had shot, I looked at all the cum on the floor and bed that had oozed out of my pussy. Steve helped me up, saying "For now the drugs will hide the pain. But you've been torn up pretty bad. You won't be able to go to work tomorrow." "I don't go to work. I'm still in school. I have a test tomorrow. Mom will let me stay home, though." "Even better then." We went our separate ways, and I made it back home. I got to my room and crawled into bed, still amazed at what I'd done, still feeling cum leak out of my battered hole onto the sheets. I hoped my Mom didn't comment on the condition of the bedding. Steve was right on two counts: first, about being sore, (I missed the next two days of school), and second, about needing more cock. Within a week I was back at the baths, this time neither looking down at the floor nor locking doors. I headed for the maze. There I was welcomed in the sling where another 20 guys used my ass to pleasure themselves and dump their shit. After all, I was among the youngest in the place, so I was popular. Some four months later I saw Steve again. He smiled down at me while I was getting fucked, and nudged a hot young kid next to him. I recognized him as a classmate from from the school baseball team. I think he played third base. Whatever position, he looked scared and really nervous. Steve put his hand on his shoulder and lead him away. I floated away and began to dream as another load shot into my hole. I remember thinking my classmate didn't know what he was in for or what he'd eventually become. I knew he'd be ready within the hour. I'd walk into that room, and Steve would be there, urging me on, as I plied his cherry with my poz seed.

I love cock. I head for the baths every weekend and seek out for the biggest shafts—like the Black Dude's. He looked like a bodybuilder—dark skin glistening and muscles rippling. He had a long, thick dick and massive balls that slapped his thighs as he cruised. I followed him around for a while and when he headed toward the mattresses, I lay down, spread my legs, and heaved my butt in the air. He knelt beside me, hungry hands drawing my legs to his shoulders. He slapped some lube on his shaft and worked his dick until it was rock hard, then plowed that miraculous tool up my mancunt. I squealed in delight at the depth of his penetration. He asked point blank, "You want me to shoot in you, don't you?" "Cum in me, please, sir," I begged in mock submission. "You want my babies?" What a queer way to put it! But I am not one to be deterred by the idiosyncrasies of language—no matter how strange. "Yeah, Daddy. I want you to breed me. Please, Daddy," I begged in mock submission. He thrust in and out. It felt like my butt was on fire. He forced a bottle of poppers under my nose. I inhaled several whiffs sans oxygen till my heart raced and the veins in my temples throbbed. He planted his lips over mine and rammed his tongue down my throat. I gagged, and he continued to screw me. He moaned, and guys approached to watch the breeding. They jacked off as he writhed atop me and drove his great shaft into me like a piston. Gobs of toxic spooge infiltrated my innards. That he might be infected didn't perturb me. There's a price to be paid for any good fuck. Withdrawing his cock, he rocked back on his haunches, observing his conquest. I rolled over, admiring the huge dong that had screwed me. I lay on my back and beat off. He watched me yank my tool and pushed more poppers under my nose, jamming his now soft shaft down my throat. I savored the little remaining cream I could salvage from the huge mushroom head as my load splattered his pubes. I lay there exhausted. Without a word he arose and walked away and the audience dissipated. Only the passionate cacophony of two other dudes mating resonated in sync with my still throbbing butt hole.

As I sit here with my diary, recounting my transformation, my head is spinning. My hand is quivering. I can barely read my scribbles. I don't think I can keep this up for long. Every joint in my body aches. Just as he predicted—I got the Flu. My name is Adam. I'm 5'8", 135 lb, 29 waist, tanned, toned, and preppy. I look like a teenage Ricky Schroeder—or used to. I come from an affluent, north Chicago family, and don't act gay at all—certainly not like any male prostitute. I was into all sorts of sports in high school including football, soccer, and baseball. I just graduated 6 months ago. I'm 18. I'm telling you this story to rationalize how I went from high school honors student to male whore, and how they got their meat hooks into me. By them I mean Martin and Jake. Of course, psychologically, it was my own doing. Turned out I was amply qualified for the world's oldest profession with a gay twist. The discovery that I got the flu that ain't the flu cinched it. I like fucking raw too much to let a little bug stop me! So where do I begin? **MARTIN** I was walking down Lake Shore Drive one summer evening. I had on tennies, khaki shorts, and tee. I stopped to take a leak. There are many restrooms along the lakeshore, and most of them are cruisy. Until then I'd only messed around a couple of times, and even that was only touching and caressing, but I must admit I was doing a little cruising that afternoon. When I entered the john, this guy, about 6'3", was standing at the urinal. I walked up beside him and took my piss - only I wasn't pissing but five seconds when he struck up a conversation. "What's up, Boy? What brings you to the lake today?" "Just gettin' out. Bored, you know." He stared at me. "So you're just hangin?" "Yeah." I looked at him again. He was no longer peeing, but held onto his cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see he had a fat one and was shaking it a little. The guy waited to see what my next move would be. "So, what you up to, man?" I inquired. "Just lookin' to have some fun. Know what I mean?" He wagged his cock at me, which was very fat. I couldn't tell how long it was since he was soft. My instincts told me to get the hell out of there. The guy was more than twice my age, and about twice my size, and hintin' he wanted to have sex. I didn't think he was attractive and he looked kinda outta shape, but still I didn't move; and after a few seconds he leaned over and grabbed my ass. I felt his nails dig through my shorts. It hurt a little; I should have been forewarned. "You gotta nice ass there, Boy. How about we go back to my place. It's not very far. We can be there in five minutes." I had often fantasized how my first real male sexual encounter would be, and I can assure you that wasn't it. However, there was something about way he looked at me. He was in control, and I was not. He could tell I was a little scared, but he could also tell I was curious and interested. "Let's go." He zipped up his pants and headed toward the parking lot. I followed him by a few steps, neither one of us saying anything, not wanting it to look as if we were together. We reached his little Hyundai, and he unlocked the doors. The car reeked of stale cigarettes, and he reached in his pocket and lit one up. I hate cigarettes. I hate the smell, but didn't say anything. He put the car in gear, and pulled away, smirking as if something amused him. "Anything wrong?" "Oh, no. Nothing is wrong. You're just so fine and don't even realize it." "Thanks," I replied. "No. Thank you." He grabbed my thigh and squeezed it hard. It hurt a little. I should have been forewarned. We arrived in less than five minutes—an old, three-story tenement. He parked in back. We got out of the car; but instead of going around the front, we descended a stairway on the side. At the bottom were two doors. He unlocked one. I was surprised that there was already someone in the apartment. "Hey Martin, who you got with you, man?" asked the guy on the couch. He was a fat, bald dude in boxer shorts. He looked a little older than his roomie; and like Martin, not especially good looking. "Just a little friend I met at the park." "Man, you fuck with these young ones and you're asking for trouble, I guarantee it. How old are you, Boy?" "Eighteen." "Damn, you don't look a day over fourteen to me. Shit! You ain't got no body hair nor nothin'." Martin responded saying "He's my Boy now" grabbing me by the neck. It hurt a little. Again, I should have been forewarned. "We're going to be real good friends, ain't we, Boy?" "Yeah," was all I could muster. "Turn up the TV, Jake, in case we get a little rowdy. I don't want the neighbors overhearing." Forcefully he guided me down the hall and shut the door behind us. "Get outta those clothes and get on the bed. I'm gonna to smoke a joint. Want a toke?" I nodded 'no' and slowly, nervously disrobed. I was only wearing a jock strap when took off my shorts, and was surprised when he told me to leave it on. "Your ass looks good in it." He had me keep my socks on, too. When he had his shirt off, I could see that he had some chest hair, but not a lot; and most of it was black with gray mixed in. His stomach had a little gut. He removed his pants and wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock was thick and long as well. It was still soft and appeared to be eight inches and thick. "Like what you see, Boy? You need to get It nice and hard: kneel on the bed and face me." He grabbed my hair and forced my head back. "You do as you're told and you'll be fine. Got that, Baby?" He began to slap my face with his dick. It felt heavy as it slammed into my cheeks, first one side, then the other. I could smell the musky odor of his tool. It wasn't a bad smell, but I knew he hadn't taken his daily shower. His dick looked greasy, like he'd oiled it or something. He pushed his shaft between my lips. "Open up that mouth, Boy. Get Daddy hard." He thrust his slimy member down my throat. I wasn't prepared for it and choked. He kept it in me for about five seconds, until tears welled in my eyes. He pulled his cock out and slapped me some more. His Rod was a lot slicker coated with my spit. "Okay, Baby, one more time; but relax that throat so I can fuck your face." He didn't pussyfoot around and shoved it in deep as it would go. But at least I was prepared for the invasion and tried to avoid the gag reflex. He held it in until I was once again choking and tears moistened my eyes. I started to wretch; but since I hadn't had anything to eat, there was nothing to chuck up. He seemed to enjoy this crazy game, cause he continued to pull out and slam it back in. I was dizzy from lack of oxygen, but at the same time was slowly giving in to the piston driving into my throat. Soon I noticed his shaft was able to completely go down my throat, and his pubes were banging against my nose. I didn't realize it at the time, but I had overcome the gag reflex, and was taking a cock that most guys couldn't begin to swallow. "Oh yeah, Baby, you learn real quick. Now just relax, and let me fuck your face." He stared at me with a controlling grin. I'd given him complete control over my body. I'd opened up a hornets' nest from which I'd never retreat. I had strict parents, but, they pretty much let me do what I wanted. I had been given many luxuries in life without having to work for them. And here I was—getting fucked down my throat by a brute who seemed determined to have his way with me. And I loved it! I sucked him with all the vigor I could muster. "There you go, Boy. Keep that up. Watch those teeth now." With one hand gripping my hair, he reached behind me and smacked my ass, which, of course, startled me, and I lost concentration. I started gagging. I'd just got my breath back when he swatted me again. The first swat hadn't hurt because I hadn't expected it, but the second time stung like a bitch. Because his cock was pillaring my throat, I could do nothing but moan and try to squirm out of harm's way, but he'd have none of it. "Don't fuckin' pull away from me, Boy!" he shouted as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped me hard across the face. The smack sent my head reeling, only to be brought back the other way by another slap. "Don't you ever fuckin' try and get away from me! You got that, Boy?" He grabbed me by the chin. "Okay, I'm sorry." I swallowed hard and tasted blood. "I'm sorry what?" "I'm sorry, Sir." "That's better. Now get on your knees and bend over the bed so I can whip your butt." When I didn't move, he yanked me off the bed till my head thumped on the floor and blood gurgled from my nose which struck the bed frame. He sat on my back, his legs astride my upturned rear, my elbows crooked, abrading on the carpeting. With open palm he cuffed me hard. "You need to be good boy and do what daddy says." He then beat my ass, one cheek, then the other, hard as he could. I went ridged with pain; but since he was sitting on me, I could do nothing but yelp into the cavity beneath the bed. "Yeah, Baby, your ass is nice n' raw and ready to be fucked" He flipped me face-down back on the mattress. I lay there like a rag doll, whimpering. "Now you're ready to get fucked good. You ready for some cock up that sweet pussy?" I didn't answer right away since I was still recovering from the shellacking I'd taken. He didn't like my unresponsiveness, and yanked up my head. "I ASKED YOU, BOY, YOU READY TO GET FUCKED?" "Yes, Sir!" I cried, not sure if I wanted to get fucked or not. It was all happening so quickly, and there was no escape. I could have made a break for it; but fearful as I was, I was inclined to let the fucker have his way with me. Deep down, I wanted him to use me and abuse me. Maybe I even wanted him to kill me! He got on the bed above me and pushed my legs together. "You make that pussy nice and tight. You got that, Boy?" "Yes, Sir," I replied, as his body come down on top of mine. He was sweating profusely, and glided effortlessly up and down my back. I felt a halting trickle as he aimed his yellow stream directly at my ass crack. My ass cheeks still burned, and his urine actually felt medicinal. "You're a sexy Boy, you are. Ever had that sweet ass fucked?" "Is it gonna hurt much?" "It's gonna hurt all right. But I guarantee you'll get to like it." He grabbed a tube of something from the nightstand. It turned out to be KY. He squeezed the it directly on my pissy ass crack and on his turgid cock. He massaged it in my butt hole with his fingers, working a well-lubed digit up my pussy for good measure. He yanked my arm behind my back. "Now beat my meat, cocksucker. Get me lubed up real well." Awkwardly, behind my back, I wrapped my paw about his shaft. The slimy goo stuck to my fingers, and I made sure his dank tool was coated really well. "Now, aim my cock at your hole, Baby, like you want it real bad." I slid his cock about my slick Ass crack, till it was firmly pressed against my cherry. "Raise your hands above your head and keep 'em there. Open your mouth." He jammed a sock from off my foot—black at the heel, dank with sweat, and smelling of B.O—crudely down my throat, and some of it hung out. I could still breath—but other than that, I couldn't make a sound. "Now, Baby, this is gonna hurt real bad. You're gonna wanna buck me off, but I won't let you. You ain't goin' nowhere till I breed you. That's just the way it's gonna be. So lay still, and make it easy on yourself." Now I've read on the internet about guys getting fucked for the first time; and they all said the same crap about how it hurt a little at first, and then all was bliss and shit. Well, let me tell you it ain't that way—especially if you're a virgin and you got one mean mother fucker devastating your ass. Instead of my hole opening up, it compressed like he was fuckin' a balloon. He backed off and started to nudge in again, with the same result. The third time was the charmer. I'd clenched my ass muscles so tight together, I couldn't keep it up. I relaxed for a second, and that was all the opening he needed. In that instant my ass was split by a horrible slimy sexual aberration that plunged into my gut. I screamed; but since the sock in my mouth, I could barely whimper. The torment was stupendous. I felt as if I were being ripped apart. He continued to push into me, but there was nothing I could do. I started to black out, but I was not to be that fortunate. My body clamored for release, but the assault continued. Finally with a grunt I felt his Shaft hit bottom: he'd run out of cock as simultaneously I'd run out of man cunt. I cried hysterically, but my tears had no impact on the pervert ravishing my butt. He kept his rod buried up my ass and continued to rely on his brute strength to pin me to the bed. It seemed like an eternity before he pulled out, and when he did, it felt like he was sucking the guts out of me. I screamed in agony. "Fucking hurt, Boy, didn't it? I'm gonna give you a choice I don't give many of my bitches. You can either learn to take it up the ass or suck me off. When I pull that sock out of your mouth, you're gonna tell me which it is. Got that? A word to the wise, Shithead. If you get to screaming and hollering, you're dead meat, Boy. Your pussy'll never again be suitable for man nor beast alike. I'll see to that." I lay there panting, thinking hard. My ass was screaming as the pain had not subsided. He removed the sock from my mouth, and after about thirty seconds he asked me, "What's it gong to be, Boy? Blow Job? Or you gonna be a real man and take my cock?" I thought about all the crazy things that I'd done—hitchhiked round the world, flown in a balloon, skied in the Alps—all with my father's money. I'd done it all. Or, rather, he had. Yet none of that compared to what I was doing at that instant. None of that had challenged me so that I could test my mettle. I thought of all the macho dudes I'd been brought up with, and all petty shit they'd done to prove their manhood. But I guarantee you that none of them had been through what I just had experienced: none of them had given in completely to another man who'd used his ass—without regard to mutilation, pain or STDs. I was being asked whether I'd had enough; or if I were man enough to take the next step. I honestly didn't know, but I looked him in the eye. "Please, Sir, make me your bitch." I lay my head face down upon the mattress. There was no turning back. "That's my Boy," and the next thing I knew he rammed his cock back in, up to his pubes. I screamed again, but, without the sock, into the pillow. He pulled out quickly, but not all the way; and once again buried his rod as deeply as it would go. The torment was excruciating, but at least it didn't come as a complete surprise. He no longer held his cock in me, but rammed It in until he bottomed, and then withdrew, repeating the agonizing cycle over and over again. With each new thrust my innards were brutally tossed aside to make way for his encroaching tool. I clenched my fists and screamed into the mattress, until—eventually—unable to catch my breath, I whimpered like a baby. After a couple of minutes, my man cunt just gave up and acceded to the throbbing pole hammering my butt. I lay there motionless, near complete exhaustion. The pain subsided to a throbbing soreness. It hurt like hell, but at least it wasn't the stabbing, lightning agony like when I'd first been violated. I lay there grunting like a pig, drool seeping from the corners of my mouth. "Get the fuck up Boy. Come over to the mirror so you can see that ass of yours." He led me to the bedroom door which had a full-length mirror. I looked exhausted. My face was red with the tears still drying on my cheeks. My hair was a mess from being pulled. My cock was as soft as his was big. "Get on your hands and knees and face your pussy to the door." I was presented with an image of my bare butt, red as a beet. Martin shoved two fingers up my hole. After his cock, I could barely feel his digits; and my cunt looked bruised and purple. No longer was it the succinct tight, little hole that showed no sign of opening. It was capable of taking two huge fingers easily (and, later, I discovered, a whole fist). "Now watch this, Baby." He inserted his massive cock up my rectum. I must admit I was fascinated by the sight of it disappearing into my innards. It still hurt, but not as much as earlier. A burning sensation—but that was it. He pumped my pussy a couple of times and completely pulled out. I was amazed to see that my ass did not close up. It remained distended an inch or so, and I could even see the redness of my ass walls. Instinctively I clenched my muscles and my pussy closed up, but not fully. Soon as I had tightened up, he rammed it back in. It was easier when he kept it in me, but he kept plowing in and out. Somehow, without any conscious effort, my asshole had learned to accommodate his cock. It was almost hypnotic—watching his huge meat disappear into my insides over and over again. This went on for several minutes until Martin, appearing bored, pulled out. He left, and I collapsed wearily on the bed. I reached down and felt my pussy. It was sore, but not too bad. I put three fingers in and felt around. I was relieved that there was nothing on my fingers but the slimy pink-stained lube of the KY. I thought for sure I'd been bleeding more than that. I smelled my fingers—nothing but the aroma of butt juice and lube. It was fortunate that I hadn't eaten; and, just by chance, was clean down there. **JAKE** The door opened. It wasn't Martin, but his roommate Jake. He was still wearing just boxer shorts and had a beer in hand. "Martin had to tend to business. Said I should entertain you." He pulled off his boxers. Even though he had a huge belly, it did not conceal the Monster Dick that swung beneath it. It was at least as long as Martin's, but grotesquely thick. Every time I see a beer can, I'm reminded of that shaft. I sat up, but fat Jake pushed me back and lay down on top of me. Once again I adjusted to having a big man on me. But instead of looking down at sheets, I was gazing up directly into the puss of an unshaven, ugly man twice my age. "Martin said you been real good. You did as you were told. He said he got that ass of yours ready for my dick." Leaning forward, he kissed me. Before I could respond his tongue slid down my throat, exploring my oral cavity. He reeked of cigarettes and beer. I turned away. He was revolting. I got nauseous. Before I knew it, another palm come crashing across my brow. "Stop fighting me. If need be, I'll beat the crap outta you. I mean it. Got that?" His slap hurt not as much as Martin's, but it got my attention; and I realized that I couldn't get out of doing what he wanted. "You gonna be a good Boy?" "Yes, Sir." "OK, we're gonna have some fun now, ain't we, Boy?" "Yes, Sir." Once again his lips pressed mine. Once again I realized that I was dealing with someone who was in control, and I was not. His tongue pressed in. Even though he smelled of cigarettes and beer, I had to reciprocate. That was all he needed. He shifted into high gear, invading my ears, nostrils, face and lips. My neck and head were slickened with saliva. My oral and aural cavities filled up with spit. Just as when I was being fucked, I slowly adjusted to the heinous assault. I opened up as wide as possible so he could put as much of him in me as he wanted. I pushed my tongue past his teeth and slithered around inside his nasty mouth. I'd never kissed anyone so passionately. All of my prior kissing had been dry by comparison; and there I was, with this guy's spit all over me, and loving it. He pulled back briefly to inspect my mug, and there were ropes of saliva dangling from his lips. He descended on me again, and I became his willing receptacle. From the corner of my eye, I watched the mirror. I saw and felt the huge nude man spit in my mouth, which only heightened my desire. I wrapped my arms around him until my hands were sliding up and down his sweaty back. I dared to taste the sweat that dripped into my mouth—raunchy—and I loved it. Tentatively, then aggressively, I licked and swallowed. I ran my tongue across his lips, sucking off and swallowing great ropes of spit. He stuck out his tongue, encouraging me; and I sucked him like a lollipop. "Open up those legs, Boy. Let me in." I spread my limbs apart. He reached down and grabbed one leg and hoisted it to his shoulder. Then the other—till my knees were pressed back to the mattress. I'd toyed around with being a gymnast when I was younger, and was still nimble and able to stretch my legs back to that position. My ass was pointed toward the ceiling, at an angle that gave him total access to my hole. Although he didn't ask, I wrapped my arms around my knees and held them there. He leaned back to assess the subjugated, vanquished boy who once again was willing to submit his ass to any cock. "Oh yeah, Boy, you lean real quick. You know what Daddy wants, don't you?" "YOU WANNA FUCK ME LIKE MARTIN DID?" "Yep. I wanna fuck that hole real bad. You want me to do it, don't you, Boy?" "Yes, Sir." I glanced over at the mirror and saw myself. I pulled on my knees still harder so that my ass shot even higher in the air. I wanted to give up my ass to this fat fucker any way he wanted. The name of the game was complete and utter subjugation, regardless of the consequences. "JUST FUCK ME, DADDY! USE MY HOLE!" He quickly closed the gap between us. He found the lube and stroked it over his thick shaft. He applied some to my hole, which had largely dried-up and was becoming at most sticky. He finger-fucked me. If it hadn't been for Martin, the thickness of his digits would have hurt, but my ass was now used to being busted, and it popped open, allowing him to insert another finger and another. "Yer ass is nice and warmed up." He inserted a fourth finger. The last one hurt a little, but my man cunt didn't offer much resistance. In only seconds all four fingers were plying my used hole. Because I had pulled my knees behind my head, my ass was already high enough so he could press his turgid cock against my quivering pussy. "You're one hot bitch, Boy; so I'm gonna give you what you deserve." My ass was once more torn asunder by a monster tool. It felt as if a baseball bat had been rammed up my anus. A grunt escaped my lips. "There you go, Baby. Now you got it," he said as he lowered his body on top of mine. "Open up that ass, kid. Give it to Daddy, n' Daddy's got a gift for you." He let his body relax on top of mine, which caused his dick to inch-in deeper. My hole had already been stretched to the limit, and once again I was having to rearrange my innards to accommodate an unnaturally large rod. Grunting like an animal, I didn't feel human anymore. I was a piece of meat to be devoured by this rapacious man. Instead of repelling the invasion, I pulled even harder on my knees, driving my ass further up his shaft. I wanted to get his cock in as deep as possible, no matter what the consequences. Two more inches plunged into me. I moaned uncontrollably. His face was near enough for me to once more taste his Spit, and I lifted my head and pressed my mouth and lips to his. Wildly, insanely, he plowed my butt as well, until finally I felt his pubes and balls smash against my cunt. He pistoned my hole at a surprising rate—considering how out of shape he was. He was no longer kissing me, but, mere inches from my face, stared directly into my eyes—a countenance of loathsome lust devoid of tenderness and love. He knew his cock was splitting me apart. He slowed his pace to tease me, then, without warning, slammed in deep into my bowels. The pain of impalement was both stupefying and exhilarating. "Want me to cum in you, Baby?" "You can cum wherever you want." "Maybe you want me to cum in your mouth. Maybe you'd like to eat this load of mine." I had never had cum in my mouth before; and, frankly, the idea was disgusting-but I knew I'd let him if he wanted. "Cum in my mouth if you want to." He closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and fucked me harder. Breathing became difficult, but I inhaled as I got used to the cyclic rhythm of his pounding. "Ahhhhhhh, Shit!" He ripped his cock out of my ass, causing me to scream. He pinched his dick head hard, and crawled up the bed, straddling my chest with his huge thighs. "FUCKIN' EAT IT, BOY!" Inches from my face he unpinched his cock. I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue to accept what was my destiny. A stream of thick white goo shot out of his shaft. It didn't land in my mouth, but on my right cheek and dribbled down my neck. The second shot hit my tongue. Instinctively I closed my mouth, and a third volley splattered on my nose and chin. I opened up again; and when I did, he pushed his rod into my orifice, and shot three more loads of jizm down my throat. I craved to have his shit in me. I wanted all his body fluids: his piss, his spit, his crap, his jizm. If he had any STDs I wanted them. What other boy was more deserving? If he had AIDS I prayed I'd get that, too. He was a dream cum true. I gulped down one load, and then another. I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth to make sure that I was getting all his nasty venom. I kept on swallowing till I was gulping mostly my own spit, but I could still taste his acrid jizm, which adhered to my esophagus. I scooped up his cum from my neck and cheek, and sucked off my fingers. There was a long stringy gob of cum dangling from his piss slit, so I licked his dick head and cleaned-up the cum. He brought his cock closer, and I bathed his shaft with spit. When I had finished cleaning his dick, I closed my eyes and waited for the fat slob to get off me. Because my legs had been pinned behind me, I d begun to cramp from being crunched up so long. I was thinking about the need to stretch, when a stab of pain shot up my rectum. **THE FAMILY** "Hey, Little Buddy, forget about me? Did Jake here fuck that ass of yours? I think he did because your pussy is one loose mother fucker now." "Oh yeah, he took it good and hard, didn't even fight me. You trained him well. He even swallowed my load—the little whore. You could sell that piece of ass real easy." Jake pulled on his boxers. As he closed the door behind him, he reiterated, "You could get good money for him, you know." Martin pulled me to him, my legs resting on his shoulders; and I was hardly aware of the cock up my ass, 'til he once more slammed in to the hilt. I felt the huge tool tear into my sore man cunt. "I ain't finished with you, boy. I ain't cum yet." He began to slam-fuck me hard as he could. All I could do was grip the mattress and hang on. His face once again assumed an ugly snarl, as though he reveled in the damage he was doing. "You're all mine, ain't you, boy?" He was dead serious. "Yes, Sir. I'll do whatever you want." He continued to slam dunk his cock into me. "I got myself a business, and you'd fit in real good. Got another boy I pimp, but he's gettin' worn out. AIDS is takin' its toll, and he's ready for retirement. Could use some fresh meat like yourself. You could make good money, and have some fun besides." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The guy wanted me to sell my body. Earlier in the day I'd just wanted to get out of the house cause I was bored; and here I was—on my back, legs in the air, a poz cock up my ass—and a pimp suggesting I become a prostitute. I couldn't think. He hadn't stopped slamming up my ass, and I was once again enraptured with the pain. "Don't know" I managed to stutter. "Well think about it. When you're laying home in bed tonight, alone and cold, remember how my dick felt up your ass. With your boyish looks, you could make a mint. Gotta strike while the iron is hot and you're young and healthy and still got it." He pulled his Dick out all the way. "YOU LIKE COCK A LOT, DON'T YOU, BOY?" He slammed back in. "YEAH!" I screamed as he plowed my ass. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK THE SHIT OUTTA ME!" I meant every word. I wasn't the same youth who had walked into that restroom to take a leak a couple hours before. I'd become a dirty little slut who craved getting fucked. It didn't matter what the Johns looked like—how old or how fat. All I cared about was sucking cock all day, and taking loads all night. Martin smiled. He knew he had turned me into his dirty little whore. "I'll give you my number, and when you get over the flu, call me. Call me everyday at four. If I got work for you, you get your ass here. Got that?" "Yeah, I promise." "Good. We got a deal then. Now just hold on and let daddy cum." He began a torrid rhythmic fuck and his eyes glazed over as had his roomie's. A minute later his breathing grew tempestuous. "OH FUCK, YEAH! I'M GONNA POP MY NUTS, BOY! HERE CUMS MY JIZM, CUNT!" He pumped furiously. "OH, YEAH! OH, YEAH!" I felt his noxious seed infiltrate my pussy. The new me wanted every drop of his, and I pushed outward with my ass like I was taking a shit, knowing that would open my cunt even more to his sick jizm. "Yeah, Baby! Open that man cunt! You're one good fuck!" He pulled out and wiped his cock off on my face. Re-aiming his hard tool at my pussy, he plunged in again. "Let my spooge work its magic on you. Let me grind it in you nice and deep—so it'll molder and fester. You'd like that, wouldn't you—to become a member of the Family?" I nodded my assent, not understanding the ramifications of his words—not really caring, either. I heard a slurping sound as he plowed my butt. He pumped a couple of times, and with each thrust I could hear his cum gurgle in my innards. It was so fucking nasty, but it turned me on so much. "Now get over here and clean me off. You do this for every trick who cums in you, and they'll tip you good." I grabbed his slimy member and took him down my throat. To my satisfaction I was able to remember how to curb my gag reflex. I wrapped my lips tight about his shaft and sucked what precious little remaining venom I could harvest, deep-throating him to make sure that I had ingested all the toxin to be had. He pulled out, though I tried to hang onto him long as I could. I didn't want him out of me; but, obviously, he'd had enough. "Get your clothes on," he commanded, as he got dressed. When I got off the bed, I realized how sore I was. Not surprisingly my ass muscles were particularly fatigued and tense. I would need a good stretch when I got out of there. Even though my jock strap was wet with spooge and sweat, and my ass was leaking cream, I pulled on my shorts, wondering as I dressed, if this scenario would be repeated with each new trick. I supposed it would. I found my shirt and sat down on the bed. My butt throbbed, evoking memories of the thrashing I'd taken. I was reluctant to clench my rectal muscles, but knowing that if I didn't close my hole, the roomies' jizm would leak out, I squeezed my anus, and notwithstanding the pain, tightened up my hole. My poor pussy had been distended for so long, getting It back in virgin shape was not going to happen over night, if ever. I walked stiffly to the living room. Jake was on the couch, watching TV, the volume turned up really loud. He grabbed the remote and turned it down. "How's that ass, Boy? Get more than what you bargained for?" He turned back to the screen, ignoring me. Martin entered and held out a shred of paper. "Here's my number. Now get on home, and call here every day at four P.M. when you get over the flu. Comprehende?" What flu, I wondered? I felt fine—sore and tired—but, otherwise, pretty good. I stuck the paper in my pocket. "I'll call. I promise." I lied, not sure if I would call or not. I wanted to get out of there. The reality of how I'd been transformed had not yet sunk in. "Be sure to keep in touch. And if you tell anyone about this, you and I are gonna have some words. And I don't think you wanna have words with me." "Yeah. I won't tell. I promise." I meant it. There was no way I was going to discuss the last few hours with anyone, admitting my complicity, let alone that I was seriously considering becoming a male whore. I didn't even have a gay friend to share it with. Who could I tell? He walked me to the door. "Walk two blocks east and catch a cab. Got money on you?" "Yeah. I have $40. It should only take a $10 or $20 to get home." "Give me $20. From now on, you share half of everything you got with me. Might as well start now." I gave him one of my two $20's. "You learn quick, Boy. Gonna be a pleasure workin' with ya. Now get the fuck outta here, and call me when you get over the flu." Again I wondered what he was talking about. I didn't stick around to ask. I walked out the door into the stairwell; and before you could say "jackrabbit," he closed the door behind me. I stood there in a daze. For the past two hours I'd practically been raped, and in the end had given him half my money. What the fuck was wrong with me? The soreness in my ass made walking awkward. I headed east and hailed a cab. The past few hours were the most pivotal of my life. I'd been transformed into someone I didn't think was possible—a guy who'd complacently given up his body to a two sadistic faggots, and let them do with him as they wished—a guy who'd obligingly sucked cock, got fucked, and took their toxic jizm up his ass and down his throat—and who wanted it! I could forget all this had happened. I could call the cops and claim that I'd been raped. But I wouldn't do that. Thankfully, when I got home my parents were nowhere to be found. I went in the bathroom and stared into the mirror. I was surprised I'd even been able to get a taxi. My face was still bright red where they'd slapped me. My hair was a mess and sticky. Apparently a shot or two had landed in my tresses. My ass was red and swollen. The welts would last for days. Thank God I could conceal that from my parents. I could make up some lame excuse about my face—that I had gotten in a friendly tussle with a buddy. my jockstrap was dirty, but I doubted mom would notice as it gets quite dirty when I sweat. Overall, no one had to know what had happened, and what would likely happen in the future, except Martin, Jake, and me. I hopped in the shower and massaged my anus. I got a sudden urge to take a dump. I rushed out of the shower and sat down quickly on the can. I had a minor case of gas and diarrhea. I felt the excrement egest my man cunt, accompanied by several soundless farts. When I reached down to wipe my ass, I was surprised to find no trace of brown. I saw clumps of white floating in the bowl. So that's what happens what someone fucks you! I stuck a finger in my Hole and felt around. It came out slimy pink; my fingertip was jizz-covered. I raised my digit to my lips and sucked it clean. I finished my shower, put on my robe, and climbed gingerly in bed. A horrible thought occurred to me. I raced into the bathroom and retrieved my shorts. I found the paper with Martin's number on it. I put the paper on my desk. That little shred of cellulose was my salvation, my only concrete link to what, in time, I would become.

Having advertised a POZZING PARTY, I had 4 guys cum over—2 POZ (self-included), 3 NEGS and 3 No-Shows. No one except I, as Host, was absolutely certain of each Reveler’s Status; and that I had to know, to guarantee fair treatment of the NEGS. The first guy to arrive, one of the NEGS, went down on me. We 69’d; and that's when Stud #2, a POZ Dude like myself, arrived. He got on his knees to rim the NEG’s Mancunt. That aroused the NEG, who deep-throated me insatiably. Ten minutes later, two other NEGS arrived, a Latino and a short fem Blonde. I told the former to lock the door, so we could go at each other uninterrupted. NEG #1, the one with whom I’d 69’d, announced he wanted to get fucked. That was all he had to say—because we literally dragged him down the stairs, and threw him in my Sling. One after another, we fucked his pretty bubble Butt, cumming inside him, Spooge spilling out onto the carpet. I whispered to the other POZ Dude to let the two NEGS have at him, so that the Hole we inherited would hopefully be well-used and abraded. I think he took the hint as to who was NEG and who was POZ. The Bottom moaned that he was gonna shoot. I shoved my oozing Dick between his lips. He groaned louder, arched his back, and shot his last NEG Load all over his chest! The two NEGS standing over him, creamed on his Pubes, while the POZ guy pumped his acrid Jizm up his Rectum. It was just too much for me to bear. I shot my POZ Seed deep down his gullet. I and the POZ Top slumped onto the Bottom in the Sling. The NEGS sat down. We were all spent. The NEG Latino guy announced he, too, wanted a Load up his Asshole. The four of us lined up to fuck him in the Sling. We alternated between biting his Nips, fucking his face, and making him eat our Pussies. Eventually he got a few loads, although not mine. After about 4 hours, and a couple beers each, the guys were pretty well exhausted. One by one they trailed off for home, except for the fem NEG Blonde. When we were alone he confided, ”I’ve always wanted to be raped.” "No problem," I said, recognizing that you can't really “rape” the willing. But I was more than willing to give it a shot. I led him down the stairs and handcuffed him. I had some rope hanging from the ceiling, and tied the cuffs to it, suspending him, his arms behind his back. He started to complain, so I grabbed an old jock strap and shoved it between his teeth. I punched him in the stomach (none too hard), lambasting him, “You’re my meat now! I couldn't care less how bad you feel!” I lubed up his Pussy with my special blend of butter-flavored Crisco, Baby Oil, and Ambusol (an over-the-counter toothache medication) and started fingering his Prostate, making his pretty Cock bounce hard as a rock. I progressed to 2 fingers, still working on his Prostate, making his Cock bob frenetically. When I went for 3 fingers, he started squirming and protesting. He flinched and groaned, and tried to scream through the fabric of the jock strap. When I inserted the 4th finger, he jumped sky high and got twisted up cause of the cuffs. I used my free hand to grab the Poppers bottle and opened it with my teeth. I held it to his nostrils for 15 seconds, force-feeding him an enormous hit. Intoxicated by the Inhalant, his Ass loosened up enough so I could get my thumb in, too. I grabbed the Crisco and relubed the portion of my hand that wasn’t up his Ass. Applying all the pressure I could muster, I shoved my Duke completely up his Pussy! He squirmed and twisted, trying to pull off. My primal instincts got the best of me. I didn’t give a shit whom or what got hurt. It was Him or Me—Do or Die, with Me Doing or Him Dying. I was determined to subjugate the Dude. "YOU'RE GONNA TAKE MY FUCKING FIST, BOY. LIKE IT OR NOT!" He was breathing really hard—almost hyperventilating. To my amazement, I was already in him up to my wrist! My Cock was raging. With my free hand I grabbed his Dick, which had gone soft, and jerked It rhythmically, while I plowed my other Fist in and out of his pretty blonde Manpussy. I wrapped my arm around him real tight and aimed my rock hard Cock at the Hole in which my digits were concealed. On the third attempt I got my Shaft in beside my curled up palm and his Ass Walls. He moaned and groaned in pain and pleasure, but mostly pain. Once I got my Dick in him, I fucked him with a real fury! When I got pretty close, I wanted him to shoot. I love the feel of being inside an Ass when a Dude Cums. Makes me Cum, too. As my left hand jerked and yanked his Shaft, I fucked him with a vengeance. I felt his tension mount, his back arch, and his legs stiffen. I pumped till he began to yelp behind the Jock Strap. His Cock, by then as hard as any Shaft can get, bounced up and down and twitched maniacally as I jacked him off. Precum drooled through my fingers, as my other hand kept on drilling at his Hole while simultaneously my Cock slid in and out of him. He wailed with short, arrhythmic bursts. His Dickhead lurched as he shot his first wave of NEG orgasmic Nectar. I plowed his Ass, getting very close to spurting. His Cock kept on twitching with spirited thrusts, spitting out NEG ManJuice as I pumped It. I bawled that I, too, was gonna shoot. He ejaculated further. Our mutual Orgasms seemed to go on forever. I shot a huge diseased Load up his Ass, filling him with pure unmedicated Virus. Within him, I could feel the deceptive warmth of my cold contaminated Jizm as it splashed against my hand. NEG Cream dribbled down my wrist as his Rod spurted more unadulterated ManSeed with each convulsion. I teased his Cock Head with my fingernail, tantalizing him still further. I used my hand inside his Pussy to milk every drop of toxic Spooge from my sadistic Tool, spilling each and every septic Glob onto his Innards. Once our stores were mutually depleted, I withdrew hand and Shaft from his ravaged Pussy. When I untied the cuffs, he fell to the floor. I removed the jock strap. “MY GOD!” he bellowed, but before he could finish what he was saying, I shoved his face onto my Rod so he could drain the last remaining drops of Bug-Infested Semen. Once I was sure I had passed along all the Sick Spunk I had to offer, I grabbed the key. His wrists were raw, abraded by the cuffs; and I applied Absorbine Junior. That must have stung because he flinched. He stayed the night with me, and I fucked him at 3 more times before he left, each time ejaculating blighted Spooge into his Mancunt. He promised to Cum to my Party in December. Perhaps by then, he, too, will have something POZITIVE to offer.

**PROLOGUE** May 22nd, 1998—a day which will live in Infamy. I will never forget it! Memorial Day weekend. I had just came off a stint in the ER and had 3 days off. I had 85 hours until I had to be in uniform again. I headed to a bar to meet Bill. Bill was a nice guy, handsome, but just a friend. I knew he was Gay from the many passes he’d made at me. I always turned him down. I was a soldier, and Gay Sex was verboten. I know it bothered him that I kept saying “NO,” but I was not about to jeopardize my military career. I found him at our usual table. He had already bought me a drink and was waiting for me. He asked how long I’d be off work. I gave him the exact hours and minutes till I had to be back in hell. He glanced at his watch and chuckled. He asked my plans. “Gonna get drunk tonight and explore San Francisco the rest of the weekend. "Not meating anyone?" "Nope. This is my personal quality time." Bill smiled. “Right on." I sipped the Beam and Coke. "Ever take raw Cock up the Ass, Jack?" "Nope! Hope to someday, though…when I get out.” "Ever been fucked at all, Jack?" "Nope.” "So your Ass is still virgin then?" "You might say that, Bill.” I grew ill at ease with direction our conversation was taking and gulped down the rest of my drink. Bill, sensing my discomfiture, changed the subject to Leather. I had some interest in it; though I’d never bought any Leather gear. I had read about it, was familiar with the terminology, and knew Bill was into it big time. Suddenly I felt a little warm and woozy. Bill looked at me concerned. "You OK?" I nodded. “Just need a little fresh air.” We went outside and the wooziness got worse. I lit a cigarette. Bill was talking to me, but not in words. His voice was a deep drone. Woozy turned to dizzy, and I couldn't get the cigarette to my lips. I looked at Bill and then blanked out—nothing but black. When I awoke all I could see was a bright white light. "Oh shit! I’m dead!" Slowly I regained consciousness and noticed that the light was coming from a single spotlight. Out of the darkness came Bill’s voice. "The drug was timed, Pig! You should have never told me ‘No,’ Pig!" The bright light went off, and on came a black light. I wanted to give Bill the cussin’ of his life, but could not speak. There was a Ball Gag in my mouth. I tried to get up, but my arms and legs were bound. My eyes became accustomed to the gloom, and I looked around. I was in a Sling, totally naked, with limbs in leather restraints secured by chains. I saw 20 men, nude, and sporting hardons, getting sucked. They were dressed in Masters' Harnesses and Executioner Masks. At their feet were a dozen slaves wearing Leather Collars—the ones doing the sucking. A man in red leather pants, black shiny Jack Boots, a gold Master's Harness, and an Executioner's Mask was in charge. IT WAS BILL! He walked over to a large freezer and extracted what looked like a red Condom. "You will be a great Cum Pig Slave, a prized possession. This facilitates your Conversion—this Insemination! Don't worry. Your Ass is clean. You can thank your fellow Slaves for that." He took out of the Rubber what appeared to be a piece of white ice and shoved it up my Rectum. I flailed in protest and tried to scream, to no avail. A very large man walked up and began to pound his hard Shaft on my shriveled Balls. The Pigs or Slaves surrounded me. Their Masters crowded in behind them. In unison they bowed. Bill turned on some throbbing music, a couple of strobe lights, and bellowed for the Party to begin. The Masters shoved their Cocks into their Pigs and fucked them. I looked down in trepidation. A lone Master without a Slave shoved his bare Dick into my Pussy hard and deep. The pain took my breath away. I could feel my Mancunt getting torn up inside. "This Ass was cherry. I just popped it!" he averred, and pounded me as hard and deep as he could. I was filled with agony and dread. Tears streamed down my face as desperately I tried to extricate myself—bucking this way and that, but I was trapped. My bellicosity excited the huge Gunner all the more. His Dick began to swell. I knew what was cumming. He grunted and blasted a huge Load up my Ass! "I just knocked-up this Pig. I’ve bred him!" he bayed at the top of his lungs. The Master/Daddy still had his Cock in me. Bill came over and lowered the head end of the sling. "We don’t want to lose a drop of that hot Jizm. Do we, Jack?" The Daddy pulled out. "Welcome to the Family, Pig." What the Hell did he mean by that? What Family? Another Master shoved his slimy Cock deep into my bruised and cum-filled Hole. He pumped only a few hard strokes before he, too, blew his Load and flooded my insides with more raw Spooge. The Master/Daddies fucked the Slaves, and then used me as their Receptacle. Each of them filled my Hole with hot thick Cum. After they blew, each of them would holler, “NEXT!" The Pig-Slaves gave me a Cum-Bath. Load after Load—in me—on me. It seemed nonstop. I noticed that Bill never got undressed; and that after some of the Masters spooged in me, they would leave, and new Masters would cum in. My Ass hurt so bad, and I could tell from the blood on the Dicks emerging from my Pussy that I’d been traumatized. I lost track of the Loads in me. I drifted in and out of consciousness. When the Masters needed to piss, they did so on me. It was warm and erotic which only made me feel worse. I didn’t want to enjoy this. At times the frenzy of fucking would die down; but that only meant the current Master would fuck me long and hard. Then there was the occasional argument over who would breed me next, and two would double-fuck me. My Cunt was constantly overflowing with raw Spooge. Finally, I blacked out—for good! When I awoke, my arms and legs were free. I was still naked—Cum and Piss all over me. I was so weak and sore, it hurt to move. I gingerly reached down and massaged my Hole. Pink Cum meant only one thing. My Anus was stretched, a gaping Hole that wouldn’t soon shrink back to a normal size, if ever. I knew my Chute was saturated with raw Manseed. The Gag was gone, and I began to sob. Bill came down the stairs, helped me out of the Sling and to the shower. He got me something to eat and drink and brought me my clothes. I cleaned up and went upstairs to talk to him. "Why, Bill? Why?" "A Gay man needs to be himself. What you were doing was wrong, and you needed to be taught a lesson." “And what you and your goons did was right?” He shrugged. “We had no other choice.” On the wall was a blackboard, my name on it, and beside it maybe 100 hash-marks, representing, I supposed, the number of Loads I had taken. "Bill, you never fucked me." "No, Jack. I was the Host. Besides, I am NEG." "YOU’RE WHAT!?" "I am NEG, Jack. Every drop of Cum you took was POZ." Chills ran down my spine. "Why, Bill? Why?” I asked incredulously. He smirked. "Now you’re totally free, Jack. Now you can be a fucking Stud. No more restrictions." "But you’re still NEG." Bill drummed his fingers on the table. “A small sacrifice on my part for the benefit of Faggots like yourself. And I’m afraid I will be for a long time, Jackie Boy. I am the Master and no one fucks me." I vowed to change all that. **AFTERMATH** I am a soldier, a medic; and I am patient. I went to my barracks, cleaned up, got into uniform, and reported to the Clinic. That afternoon in the ER, an opportunity presented itself. One of our AIDS patients came in with a wound that needed sutured. While cleaning up, I stuck myself with a (clean) needle and made the proper reports. That allowed me to retain military benefits should I get sick. The next evening I headed to the bar, and Bill was there. "Feeling better, Pig?" "I’m nobody's Pig, Bill." "Well, you are now. How’s it feel to be free?" "Numb," I replied, all the while thinking, “You’re gonna get yours, Cocksucker!” "When you get the news, Jack, I want to be the first to know. Stop over at my place and we’ll discuss your future." “Presumptuous SOB.” Two weeks later, I caught the flu, and gave it no heed. My birthday came and went. On August 28, 1998 (that date is burned into my brain forever), I was called to my Commander's Office. "There is no easy way to tell you this," the Colonel said. “Chief, you are HIV Positive." I about lost it—one of several stellar performances that year. He gave me a 3 day pass. I went to my room, got into my civvies, and headed for Bill's house. He invited me in. He was wearing a robe and drinking a beer. I told him I was POZ. A self-satisfied, self-congratulatory smirk graced his ugly countenance. Always the consummate host, he inquired, "Want a drink?" "Yes, please. A beer will do fine." He went to the frig. I took a pouch out of my jacket—four milligrams of Xanax that I had ground up for the occasion. It is tasteless, odorless, and dissolves quickly. It is extremely fast-acting in alcohol. I shook the powder in his beer. Bill handed me a glass and bottle and we chatted. He guzzled his drink, while I sipped mine. Before long the Mickey took effect. His lashes fluttered, and his head lolled forward. I took my time and explored the house. Down in the basement was the Dungeon where I‘d been bred; and in the back, his Office. There I found the “Diary of the Dungeon.” I read it all, where the toys are, and what they’re for. I learned how he planned my rape and who he had arranged to rape me. The Diary recorded that I had taken 97 POZ Loads in 3 days (32-1/3 Loads/Day). I even perused the breakdown of Loads per Master/Daddy. I half-dragged, half-carried Bill downstairs, undressed him, douched him (extremely messy for a Novice), and tied him in the Sling. I woke him up by pissing in his face. "Wake up, you Pig!" I recall the look of terror on his face. He tried to yell, but guess where the Ball Gag was. "Sorry, Billy Boy. Payback is such a Bitch. And guess what, you Pig? It's Payback Time!" I walked over to the freezer and opened it. There were four rows of red Condoms and one row of blue ones. Red stood for POZ or “Devil's Dick.” I showed him the two I’d selected, and shoved them in him. I lowered his head and said, "Your turn." I shoved my rigid Dick in him hard as I could. On a scale of 1-10, he yelped a 9, considering the Gag. I could see his Blood streak down my Cock as I plowed his Hole. He wasn’t kidding—he was so tight since he hadn’t been fucked for an eternity. I pounded his NEG Pussy long and hard, penetrating ever deeper. More than anything, I wanted It to take! "HERE YOU GO, PIG. HERE’S YOUR PAYBACK!" I blasted a huge POZ Load deep up Bill's formerly NEG Ass. I looked down and saw that I’d hit his sweet spot and he’d blown his Load without touching his Rod. The look on his face was one of ecstasy with tears. “As the saying goes, Billy Boy, this hurts me more than it hurts you.” Fueled more by revenge than sexual appetite, I POZ-CREAMED him six times that night; and then stuck a Butt Plug up his Ass. I left him there and went upstairs to eat his food and sleep. The next morning, I started it all over again. I pulled out the Butt Plug, gave him another red Devil's Dick, and pounded him again, filling him full of my Poison Jizz. For two and a half hours I plowed his Ass. Finally, I unbound him, helped him upstairs, and cleaned him up. He sobbed and sobbed. **EPILOGUE** Over the next several months, Bill and I chatted often—just conversation—nothing deep or intimate or serious. One Friday night, when I encountered him, he invited me back to his place. I didn't sense any trouble or threat, so I agreed. When we got there, he undressed and urged me to do the same. "Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen. On the contrary, this is an auspicious occasion.” I was not fearful, merely curious. I’d gotten the best of Bill, and I assumed it was forever. As he traversed the basement stairs, he enjoined me, "When the door opens, come down and stand on the red square. You won’t regret it." Five minutes later the door opened, and I descended. A single bright light illuminated the only red tile. The bright light was quickly switched off, and a black light came on. When my eyes adjusted, I saw all the guys who’d raped me. They were wearing leather pants, bicep bands, Masters' Harnesses, and shiny Jack Boots. Next to me stood Bill in his red leather pants, Master's Harness, and Jack Boots. "In our world, we start out as Cum Pig Slaves and work our way up to Master. But there exists one among us who has proven himself to be not only a Master; but a Master's Master. This person shall never be referred to as Pig again, but Sir from all of us.“ The Pig Slaves came up to me. They dressed me in tight black leather pants with a blue stripe along each leg seam, tall soft leather Jack Boots, and a blue and black 3" bicep band. Bill told them the story of my revenge, adding, "I got my results back today. Jack is my POZ Daddy." He then reached in a box and pulled out a gold Master's Harness with a black onyx in the center. Inscribed on it were the letters "LS." He put it on me. "Jack is no more. I present to you LEATHER SOLDIER!"

This 22 year old, who goes by the name of Darren, texted me, saying he’d read my profile, and was sick of being NEG. That’s a switch—since most guys I know get sick from being POZ. Regardless, he needed someone to convert him. He was from a Southern Baptist family. Like most of us, it was not the state of being POZ that bugged him, so much as explaining how he got there, but he’d thought it through, and was intent on “getting POZZED at any cost!” That’s where I came in. I replied I wouldn’t charge him, but he’d have to sign a consent agreement in case he had a change of heart, adding it‘d be just a simple dated document stating that he was NEG, I was POZ, and he had willingly, and without coercion, decided to have unsafe sex with me. I texted back I’d have to arrange for a witness, gave him my number, and told him to call me in 30 minutes if he still wanted to proceed. As soon as I was off-line I called Eric, who was 24, 6'3", 230, and best described as a “wonderful side of beef.” I’d POZZED him two years earlier. He happens to manage a motel here in town. I told him of my plans for Darren, said I needed a room and asked him if he wanted to join us. Of course he did. He reserved a room for us. Darren called me, and I told him where to meet. I drafted the agreement and by the time I got to the room, Eric was waiting there naked and ready. I undressed and, while awaiting Darren, Eric and I played a little. I told Eric that I could not cum in him, that I was saving myself to make a deposit in Darren, (but I still sucked a load out of Eric). There was a knock at the door. It was Darren. He had that resolute look of one who had settled on a course of action and was determined to follow through. After getting him to sign the agreement, I wasted no time. I mentioned that Eric, who had provided the facilities, was also POZ, and had volunteered to help. That was fine with Darren - he voiced the belief two pOZ cocks are better than one. Darren and I kissed, and I undressed Darren, who was, to say the least, a sight for sore eyes—5'7", slender, smooth, almost hairless body. I pushed him back on the bed and began to run my hands over him, getting him so aroused that his resistance to anything quickly dissipated. No stranger to gay sex, the little whore reached down and grabbed our dicks. He rolled onto the bed and sucked me and jacked Eric, a horny trio getting hotter by the second. I had to pull out: I sure as hell wasn't gonna blow my load in Darren’s mouth. I had better plans for the Youth. I flipped him on his stomach and rimmed him as Darren zeroed in on Eric's rod. I felt his sphincter relax as his moaning grew intense. His time had come. As he continued sucking Eric, I got on my knees, positioned my dickhead on his wet, tight hole, and pressed in. As I inched in, as Darren asked me, with tears in his eyes, to go easy. Satisfied that I’d be gentle, he resumed milking our host. I screwed him slowly at first, then thrust deeper—all the way in and out, faster and faster. I knew it would not take me long to shoot. I could feel It boil up in my balls - to my prostate - up my rock hard shaft. I couldn't resist any longer. I rammed my dick up the guy's ass and blasted my lethal seed deep in his tight NEG hole. Darren looked back in ecstasy. "Oh, my God! You came in me! I can already feel the bug swimming up my gut!" I didn’t want to damper his enthusiasm, but I couldn’t stomach self-delusion either. “Bullshit, buddy. You have an over-active imagination. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. You’ll know when you’ve been POZZED!” I’d filled him up to overflowing and gradually pulled out. I could see a blend of pinkish cum ooze from his hole. Dutifully, Darren licked my spent cock clean of jism and ass juices. Just when he least expected it, ever helpful Eric shoved his raging cock up Darren's violated butt. I know Eric. Once in a cunt, he can’t wait to shoot his toxic spooge. With one final grunt and a deep thrust, Eric blasted his POZ Seed up Darren's saturated pussy. The suicidal youth moaned ecstatically, knowing he’d taken two back-to-back POZ loads. I flipped Darren on his back and worked his cock to get him hard again. ”Buddy, it’s a tradition. When we breed a queer, we take his last NEG Load, so gimme yours." I straddled him and sat on his pole. As I rode Darren, I saw that "I'm gonna cum” look in his eyes. I felt him quiver and pump. I milked him dry as Eric lay beside us. When I pulled off, the tenacious little cunt slid his cock into my buddy. I, in turn, shoved my cock up the Darren's ass, and so began our first three-way of the night. We fucked for half an hour before Darren tensed and creamed. Just as he did, I blew my second load deep in his ass. He groaned and moaned and tried to tell me he was finished. “Not by a long-shot, Junior. Remember the agreement? It’s a contract, and we ain’t fulfilled our obligation, yet.” Eric flipped over on his back, slithered down between Darren’s lissome legs, grasped his nearly hairless hips, and, meeting no resistance, tunneled his POZ weapon up Darren’s slimy, bug-infected chute. When Eric's cock was comfortably established, I added mine. Thus commenced our second three-way of the night. Not surprisingly, Darren yelped and yawned and stretched and eventually rearranged itself to accommodate the two of us: two POZ shafts in one NEG pussy. The little whore was getting his just desserts. Simultaneously we blew our noxious loads, filling Darren’s sweet mancunt with gobs of toxic jizm. Darren, aware that he was getting bred with his fourth and fifth POZ Loads, got aroused and shot again. I dressed, and so did Eric. Our sated Southern Baptist neophyte initially lay motionless, but eventually thanked us, complained of being sore, and asked if he could recuperate a while before he left. Eric, whose apartment was at the end of the complex, gave Darren a knowing smile and said he was more than welcome to stay long as he wished—that he’d check in on him from time to time—meaning he planned to do a little POZZING on his own. I told Darren to call me when he got his test results, regardless. “If at first you don’t succeed—POZ, POZ again!”

I was at a bar called Julians, where older men pick up younger dudes and hustlers. I was feeling pretty horny since I hadn't had played around the last few weeks. So I dressed particularly sluttish, and was ready for some hot Cock up my Ass. I got there around eight o’clock—just the right hour for drunks and hawks. Immediately the buzzards started circling. Most of the guys turned me off, so I bided my time, letting a couple of them buy me drinks. I sized up three guys who interested me. All of them were fortyish, 6 foot something, under 200, with nice muscular bodies and emerging beer bellies. All were hairy and slightly balding. Two of them were clean shaven, and the third had a mustache. I cruised around, but the two clean shaven ones weren't biting. So I concentrated on the mustached one. He was wearing a white tank and shorts. Black hair jutted from above his tank top, as well as from his pits. I sat down next to him and struck up conversation. He smelled musky and real masculine. His name was Giorgio, but “Call me Joe.” From his accent I took him to be of Italian birth. He worked as a chef and part-time painter. His right shoulder was pressed against the wall. So it wasn’t until we got up to go that I noticed his tattoo—a discreet biohazard symbol. My Cock got hard real fast when I saw that. We headed back to his place. The walk was short and swift. Once inside, we started kissing like two rabid dogs, all mouth and tongue and spit. He shoved his tongue in me, along with wads of mucous, so much that it dribbled down my chin onto my Tee. Admiring my slobbered face, he smirked, “You like that, huh?” I nodded. He pushed me to the couch, climbed over me and resumed his messy kissing. His hands went to my Nips. I must've gasped out loud as he mauled my Tits because he chuckled. As he peeled off his tank, my Dick began to twitch like crazy. He pulled off his shorts and briefs, and my mouth gaped open in amazement. His Cock was the Dick of my dreams—thick and veined, a work of art. “You like this, huh?” All I could do was nod. He grabbed my head and pushed me down on his humungous Tool. I opened up real wide and got the head and half of it in me. He fucked my face, using the Spit he’d slobbered in my mouth to slick his Rod. Soon he was slamming his Dick down my throat, gagging me. Little Piggy that I am, I couldn’t resist. He shoved It all the way in, and pinned my head against his Pubes, then drew It out along with gobs of mucus and saliva that he smeared all over my countenance. Finally he pulled out completely and flipped me over. With my Ass in the air, my hands were on the carpet bracing myself. I felt the bristles of his mustache as his tongue explored my Asshole in and out. He was an excellent Rimmer—long swabs followed by rapid-fire tongue jabs up my ManCunt. I was sweating like a Bitch in heat. He alternated between tongue and finger, and got me really opened up with three stubby digits. Positioning his Colossus against my Crack, he rubbed that Monster up and down, massaging me. I pushed my Hole back in sweet surrender. “You like that, huh? You want my Cock in there?” “Yeah, I need it bad.” I stayed on the couch while he rummaged through the bathroom. He returned with his Dick ensheathed in Rubber and a bottle of Baby Oil. I was disappointed, but didn't say a word. He slathered up my Mancunt and smeared some on his Shaft . Slowly, he ground his Behemoth into me. I groaned in pain and pleasure as his Cock stretched my Pussy wider than it’d ever been, and I felt his Dickhead penetrate my stomach. He rammed his Cock in deeper. My groans turned to moans of Lust and Passion. He was breathing heavy, moaning, telling me how tight my Ass was and how good It felt. I rambled on about how hot his Cock was, and how I wished he’d screw me without a Condom. “You want it Raw?” “Shit, yeah. I’d love to feel your bare Cock up my Ass.” He peeled off the Condom, slicked up his Dick again, and slid back in. I decided to play coy with him. “Just pull out when you Cum, okay?” He grunted. Breathing harder, he plowed in deeper. “You like this better now?” he rasped. “Much better, Man. Give me your Seed. Breed me.” He slammed his Tool in all the way, mashing me against the couch. I lost control and started shooting. Gobs of Cum flew everywhere. When he pulled out, POZ Jism dribbled down my leg. “You liked that, huh?” I countered.

I had been chatting with this guy from Bareback.Com. His Profile there said he was POZ. I never let on I’d read it. His Yahoo Profile said nothing of his Status, and he chose not bring it up when he IM’d me, ”I wanna fuck you fulla Cum!” Saturday morning we were chatting, when he said he had to go. I figured I’d catch him later. After doing some laundry, I logged back on; and he suggested, “I can stop by for a Quickie. Be there in 15 minutes.” While I waited, a older Charged Daddy, who’d fucked me many times, inquired, “You accepting Loads today?” “Cum over in an hour.” There was a knock at the door. I opened up to a ruff neck Dude in his mid-thirties with a receding hairline in flannel shirt and jeans. We went into the bedroom, and I dropped my trou and unbuckled his. I knelt down to suck his Shaft and bent over to offer him my Ass. He ate my Pussy and mounted me—didn't last long, but still threw a decent Fuck. Less than 10 minutes later he was pounding his Venom into me. As he dressed, he told me he wanted to fuck me with his Bud the next time, and tag team my Hole. I wondered if his Bud were also POZ. “Just let me know when.” I hopped back online while waiting for Daddy to appear. A Married Black Dude emailed me. He had no pic, but sounded good and lived nearby—close enough that it wouldn’t be a total waste of time if it didn’t work out. “I need to run up the store before I can play. I’ll email you when I get back—maybe in an hour?” Daddy showed up and we got naked. I was lying on the bed with him between my legs. When he fingered my Mancunt, he smiled. “Already got a Load in you? This early?” “A man can’t keep no secrets, anymore.” “You can’t keep nothin’ from ur Daddy.” He lifted up my boy legs and rammed his fat Daddy Cock up my Pussy. “Ain’t gonna last too long with your Chute lubed up like this—with some Dude’s Cum—POZ, no doubt. I couldn’t deny it. “Tug on Daddy's Nips, Boy." I tweaked his Nips as he thrust his Noxious Rod in and out of me. "Take my Load, Boy." He banged his POZ Spooge up my Hole. He pulled out, stood at the edge of the bed, and caught his breath. I knelt before him and licked the Toxic Jizm off his Diseased Shaft. After Daddy left. I got back online. I gave the Black Guy directions. “I’ll be over in 10 minutes.” I debated if I should leave the Hazmat Droppings up my Mancunt. I didn't want to freak him out with a Pussy Oozing Jizm, should he turn out to be a potential Fuck Bud. Finally I concluded, “Fuck it!” And left the two Charged Loads up my Hole. He was built like a football player. So far, so doable. We went into the bedroom, and I pulled down his jeans. His 8" Uncut Piece turned out to be a meager 5-1/2". There is nothing wrong with any Cock size. Hell, I’ve gulped down more green Clap Ooze than most guys have ever swallowed Cum. I just hate guys who exaggerate about their Cocks. Anyway, I started to suck the Meager One and got him real hard. Soon I was pulling back his foreskin to reveal a bright red Cock Head dripping precious Precum. I vowed to have that in me. He pulled out a joint and lit it, pressing it to his lips, then mine. When he was relaxed and kinda high, I lay back on the bed. “Whatcha like?” He crawled between my legs. “I wanna fuck your White Boy Ass.” He scanned the room. “Got a Rubber?” “Fresh out. I thought you were bringing them. You’re married right? You’re clean?” He nodded. “So fuck me bare. Just this once. It’s OK.” I spread my legs and twitched my Pussy muscles so he could get a birds-eye gander of what awaited him. He thought about it for a second, then rammed that Red Dick Head up my Mancunt. I get so turned on when I get barebacked by a Black Guy! I threw every trick I knew at him, and rode that Bi-Black-Cock like a Bitch-In-Heat. We changed positions, and I was sitting on his Pole. The Bi was getting close, and warned me of it. I rode his Pelvis with increasing vigor, clenched my Sphincter, and milked honeydew Precum the consistency of Nectar from his Piss Slit. He rewarded me with four gigantic spurts of the creamiest NEG Spooge I’d ever taken. I gave him my phone number. I wanted to give him the key to my apartment, along with, of course, the BUG. Later that day I took one more Charged Load. Some skanky Latino with really bad breath knocked me up, but I never asked his Status. Why bother?

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 **Chapter 1 - The Plan ** 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. ** Chapter 2 - Implementation ** 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. ** Chapter 3 - The POZZING ** 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 ** Chapter 4 - CumSlut ** 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.