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I feel like a such a complete Idiot; but I wanted to write you, anyway. We haven’t corresponded much since I became one of the Brethren. I know you wanted to do me, but my Cock just got too impatient that night I entered the Sleazy Bathhouse. I got tested and my Viral Load is already up to 123,292 and my T’s down to 375. I was supposed to start therapy, but I have (secretly) not been taking my Meds. It makes my Cock twitch to know It's full of HIV Scum swimming around in my bloodstream. I wouldn’t do anything to harm my Babies, regardless of their reckless intent. Getting knocked up with HIV is scary. I still can't believe I did it. Not Cumming for 3 weeks pushed me over the edge. I was trying to find a way to suppress my Sexual Urges—become celibate—go straight—enter the priesthood. Who knows? And what happened? On my way home from work one night it dawned on me. I knew what I wanted, and couldn’t deny it any longer. My Cock got harder than It’d ever been in my life. I had butterflies in my stomach, but no hesitation at all about getting Knocked Up. I turned my Jeep around and in 20 minutes was naked in that sleazy, filthy Bathhouse. Soon after that it finally happened. All I’d ever dreamt of, fantasized about, came to fruition—unprotected sex with strange dudes—suspect dudes— opening my Innards—fucking my Guts. I was well aware of what could and did happen. The possibility—no, probability—made it even hotter. I became even more whorish and sluttish than usual, denying entrance to no man, no matter how feeble or old or unwashed or the count of sores on his body—their raw, exposed humanity made me even hotter. I begged everyone of them to pump inside me. Poisonous, venomous Cock Sludge slopped and sloshed in my Asshole. After the fifth one I actually felt It seethe and simmer within me. I took seven perfect Fucks that night—my Death Fucks—as they turned out to be. I wish I could do it all over again—getting POZZED. I’m thinking about my obligation to impregnate my fellow Bi’s and Gays—not sure I’m up to the Task. I feel so shitty right now. My stomach has one hell of a gut-ache. But my Cock is throbbing—just thinking about all the Dudes out there practically begging for seroconversion. Who am I to deny them? My Cock is POZ now. What do you think I should do with It?

The night didn't start very well. I was not getting any. I’d been fucked 4 times. Three of the guys did not Cum, and the fourth pulled out—the Bastard! As I was envisioning going to go home dry, this guy who had been cruising me earlier was still hanging around. Why hadn’t I given him a tumble? He was just too clean cut and too handsome. He looked like he was in his late 20's, about 6' tall, short blond hair, with a perfect body, to boot. Almost godlike. My past experience told me these clean cut guys are generally Losers. So I prefer my partners a bit rough and ready. But my night was already a near-disaster, so I made a play for the Dude. At least I might get to swallow his Load. We kissed and I went down on him. He had a decent Cock—6-1/2 inches. I lubed his Rod, bent over, and guided it up my Ass. Wow! He was fucking me— RAW. After about 4 strokes, he pulled out and tore open a Condom. My worst fears had been realized. I was right about guys like him. I turned around, kissed him, thanked him for the Fuck (or lack thereof), and zipped up my pants. “But I’m not finished yet.” “I think we are. I can't fuck with a Rubber.” “I can fuck you without one. It’s just that I'm POZ.” Was I hearing right? I pulled the Rubber off his Cock, and he shoved It back in me. He fucked me gently at first, then with increasing vigor. “Can I shoot up your Ass?” “Cum in me—Pleease!” The guy was a Human Pump. He blasted a huge Wad up my Ass in 6 Spurts. As we kissed, POZ Cum ran down my leg. He was in town for 5 days. I left the Baths with a big smile on my face, and his name and phone number stashed in my wallet.

Can a Bug Chaser become a Gift Giver? I only ask because I am a Bottom who loves to get fucked. I started my Barebacking career in December, 2001, when a guy invited me over. He’d told me he was POZ, and I was ready to take that first step into the Unknown. I asked if he minded fucking a NEG, and he said, “No, not at all. Long as you understand I only do Bareback.” When I first arrived he demanded I service his Shaft. It wasn't huge, maybe 5.5” but fat, with an angry purple Head. How I gagged when he forced It down my throat! He asked me twice if I wanted his Dirty Cock up my Ass, and both times I nodded “Yes.“ After I’d chowed down on his Meat, he flipped over, supporting himself on the couch. I ‘d rimmed before; but this guy’s Hole was looser than most, and I was able to sink my tongue deep into his soft moist Ass tissue, inhaling the musk of his Crack and tasting his Ass Juices. In the bedroom he had me lie face down on the bed. For the third time he asked me, ”You want it RAW? For the third time I answered, “Yes.” He handed me some Poppers, and I took a long hard hit. Poppers always loosen me up, and my inhibitions dissolve. While I sniffed, he rimmed my Mancunt, lubing It with his Tongue, working his spit in with his fingers. He had me kneel on his face and rimmed my Crack while I sucked his Dick. By then he was Precuming profusely. I lapped up his Juices savoring the flavor, knowing that shortly he’d be gouging my Ass with his ManMeat and creaming my Pussy. He slipped from beneath me and hoisted my legs to his shoulders. He looked me straight in the eye. "Ready?" I was more than Ready. I was anxious to feel his Cock pierce my HIV-Gateway. As my Pussy stretched open, I felt him inching inside me. I yelped, but he continued his Assault till his Balls slapped my Butt. He pulled back and started thrusting in me. I could feel his Cockhead pulsate, and I bucked and rode his Shaft in response. "This your first time?" "First time with a POZ guy.” "Well, we gotta make it memorable for you. No trophies for second place." He pounded my Hole and broke out in a Sweat. Beads glistened on his face, dribbled down his chin and dripped into my open mouth. My body was taut, awaiting his final Onslaught; but my mind screamed, “NO! THIS IS INSANE! GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN!“ "STOP!" I shouted, "I CAN'T GO THROUGH WITH THIS." "Too late, Mate. I gave you 3 chances to say ‘No’ and each time you said, ‘Yes.’ Now it's time you learned what ‘Yes’ really means. It means gettin’ POZZED and taking It like a Man and not whining that you’ve changed your mind." I struggled beneath him, but despite my best efforts I couldn't get free. He was jabbing my Chute with long, powerful strokes and gasping for air, when he roared, "I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING; AND I'M BREEDING YOUR NEG HOLE WITH POZ CUM." I felt the hot burst of his Pleasure erupt in my Pussy as he shot Volley after Volley in my Guts. What he lacked in size, he made up for in volume. It felt like he pumped gallons of Venom in me. He fucked me a few minutes longer, working his Noxious Jism in deeper—before pulling out and making me lick him clean.

The evening began when I hooked up with a NEG 20 year old Frat boy, and ended in a 3-way with two other NEGS. I arrived at the Kid's apartment at 6 PM. We got naked, and I sucked his Cock and nibbled his Sac. He had a nice stiff 6-incher. I got between his legs and was in a perfect position to push his knees back to his chest. I grabbed the Lube and greased my Dick and put a little on his Chute. With no ceremony, I pushed in. He winced, and I seriously considered ramming It Home; but out of the goodness of my Heart I pulled out and went back to work on his Dick. I gave him time to adjust before I put my POZ Cock back in his very NEG ManCunt. I pushed in slowly and steadily. It didn't take long to open him up, and I fucked him fast and furiously. I didn't want him getting all bent out of shape about my lack of a Condom, so I shot in him quickly. I dumped a couple days worth of my Toxic Jizm deep in his unprotected NEG Gut. GOD, WAS THAT A RUSH! My POZ Cum, his NEG Pussy—what a combination! I breathed, "Doll, whether you know it or not, I’ve knocked you up big time." He was jerking his Cock with a passion, while my Dick was still leaking in him. My softening Rod popped out of his Ass so I stuck my index finger up his Butt and used my nail to scrape the inside of his Rectum. He kept jerking-off and moaning as I dug my Bug into his Bloodstream. He came in my mouth. I swallowed, but took a little and wiped his own Seed across his lower lip. He wants me to Fuck him again. Sooner or later he’ll convert. I was due at the 3-Way at 7:30. I got to the Dude’s apartment in record time. I’d shot several POZ loads in him the week before. He got fucked by me and two other guys. It was fabulous watching the guys fuck My Disease into him. I still get a woody thinking of it. He and I stripped down to our underwear to wait for the third. I told him about Barebacking the Kid and what I said when I climaxed. He got a big smile on his face. I‘m starting to think the guy is a Chaser—or maybe not so NEG after all. The third guy arrived—a balding 42 year old with a bodybuilder’s physique. To be honest, I was still recharging a bit, so I bottomed for the two of them. The Bodybuilder fucked me, and got real close to busting a Nut. I told him to shoot in me. He pumped a couple times, dropped his Load, pulled out; and the other Dude slid in. He didn’t take Him long to Cum, either. Meantime, I’d gotten hard and asked which one wanted my Spooge. The Bodybuilder bent over, and I dove in. He didn't winch as my DeathStick drove home. I was horned up big time; and quickly blew my Dirty Seed up his Butt. The Bodybuilder and I got dressed and left.

I met this guy on a phone line about a month ago. He described himself as a sexy Latino with the Big Dick. I am 23, have a very nice bod, and am usually pretty picky about the guys I let screw me—so when I met this dude in person I was a little put off. He looked older than I had imagined, and he did not have the body I was expecting. He assured me he had a Cock that I would love, so I let him finger my Ass till he got hard. His Dick was beautiful—a good 7” and very thick. He whispered that he’d love to fuck me, and I was actually considering it. After a while I got crazy for It—like I was in heat or something. He really had me going with his lips on my Nips and his fingers up my Cunt. I surprised myself by moaning and giving my Ass to him. It pissed me off when he started grinning—like he knew that’s what I’d do, but I was so turned on I didn't care. I handed him a Condom; but he said, "No, I don't use those." I was about to leave zip up when he slipped his Cock in my Crack. "You won't believe how incredible this is going to feel." That was all he said, but I acquiesced. I was scared, but unbelievably turned on. His Dick was so huge and hard as a rock, and he kept tweaking my Nips. I guess he knew I was on the edge, because he slid a bottle of Poppers under my nose, whispering, “Take a deep one.” I knew if I did, I’d lose all control; but I wanted to succumb. So I breathed in the deepest hit I could. He slid in, and I moaned and cried as he fucked me and shot his Wad deep in my Cunt. He handed me his phone number and told me to call. "Don't throw this away. You'll want more. Right now you think you won't—but you will." Two days later I phoned him. I told him how afraid I was of what we'd done, but how badly I needed It again. He said he could cure me of my fear, and he told me to cum over right away. When I arrived, he led me to his bedroom. He’d hooked up a Sling over his bed. I climbed in, and he fucked me. "As long as you are NEG, you will always be afraid. You won't ever enjoy Sex as you should. You make the Choice." I felt his hard Cock in my Ass and took a big hit of Poppers. "Breed me!" He picked up his phone and started calling. In 15 minutes the first guy arrived. Five minutes later, another Bud. Two more Dudes after that. I took 6 Loads of Charged Cum—all from his friends, all of them POZ. The next day I took off from work and spent the day in bed. I was a mess the next couple weeks, but now I am free.

It is now 3:30 am, and I am sitting here with naked, spent, and full of cum. Yesterday I met this twink on Gay.Com - a real cutie: 20 years old, nice 7" cock, blonde, smooth. He just left. We'd been bantering back and forth on the 'net all day. He said he’d love to “Fuck the hell outta me,” and I dared him to. He didn't have any rubbers, nor did I. Actually he “preferred it bareback" saying it “Feels so much better. You mind?” “Hell, no!” I typed. “Are you clean?” “Yeah,” I keyed back. When we met, I was blown away. His pic didn't do him justice. When I tried to get his clothes off, he pushed me to the carpet, which I’d fortified with pillows for a good old fashioned floor-fuck. As he stripped, I got my first look at his gorgeous body and his oozing cock. He sat down on the couch, and I went to work on his pole. When I got him moaning, he turned me around and began prepping my pussy. He teased me with his cock for what seemed like ages, despite my best efforts to impale myself. Finally, he jammed his shaft deep in my man cunt. He fucked me on my knees for a while. Then I felt his rhythm change, and knew I was taking load number one. He pulled out, and again began eating my pussy, gently nibbling on it. Then he shoved his rock hard cock back in and fucked me again. He alternated between fucking and rimming, then flipped me on my back and shoved it in again. He fucked me harder than I’d been in years, like he had personally committed to tearing me up. As he climaxed, he whispered, “Like my cum up your ass, do you? Well, here's second POZ load to go with the first." I went through the roof as my cum sprayed on my chest; and he collapsed on the pillows, totally spent. Piggy that I am, I went straight for his rod, and cleaned the remaining cum and ass juices off his shaft. As he got dressed, he vowed to fuck me again. “Anytime,” I responded, and thanked him for the fantastic bug fuck. If I take more of his jism, hopefully I’ll partake of his gift.

At a party a few months ago, everyone was high on booze or pot. All the usual groping stuff was going on. The partygoers had loosened up, taken off their shirts, gave back rubs, etc. The DJ in the middle of the room made intelligent conversation ludicrous. I was pretending to make out with two broads on the floor, while giving this Horny Dude a Back Rub. He had just gotten his Driver’s License the day before, which I thought was kinda cool. I was the only Queer in a sea of Straights, and older than most of the Breeders there, but was definitely getting Vibes from the Kid. He wanted give me a “private” Back Rub in the bathroom. When the door was latched, I initiated the transition from Back Rub to Blow Job. "I'm Straight, Man. Don’t tell anyone about this." Straight or not, he was awesome, perfectly smooth, quarter-sized brown Nips, fat Cock, huge Balls, with a high-school-gym kinda B.O. Five minutes later he looked up and asked, “Wanna fuck me? I'm Straight, so don’t tell any of my Buds." “Yeah, right, whatever.” My Dick was wet and drooling to seed this Baby Boy. I didn't waste any time going at him. He was so stoned that he was a Fuck Freak for the first few minutes. Then he panicked. That just made me Fuck him harder. I wedged him in the corner where the Tile met the Tub, and he was too blasted to push me off. He wanted to scream at me to stop—but didn't dare cause his Buds were right outside the door—so his only choice was Grin and Bear It. Funny thing, despite his protests, he was juicing on getting Fucked. Like most wasted boys, he couldn't hide how hot his little Straight Ass was for Cock. The more he yelped, the more Precum pulsed outta his Boy Dick, the harder I fucked his Ass, the more red Cherry Juice glossed my Cock, the more I intent I got on breeding him. When I finally let him go, my Charged Seed dripping from his Pussy, I held my hand against the bathroom door, trapping him a minute longer, while his Buds pounded on the door. "I'm in you now, Kid," I whispered, grinning, smearing my POZ Cream across his bleeding lip.

If want to experience the great Mind Fuck; try walking through the Maze in total darkness, where an air of pernicious sex pervades, and wild rock music assaults the senses. Compounding this sensory overload, seductive hands grope your nude body, as a husky voice advocates dissolution in your ears. A hard Cock violates your Crack, in search of easy virtue. You pull him close and thrust your Ass back to welcome penetration. He grips you tight and starts slow, rhythmic thrusts. All the while he's whispering how his Seed is soon to be implanted in you. He lifts a bottle of Poppers to your nose; and you inhale deeply, savoring the pungent aroma in appreciation of the arousing thrusts within your Pussy. You know he's Barebacking, and that frightens you; but he confines you with his grip as his strokes grow more strident, and his breathing more erratic. In overwhelming fear you contemplate escape, but are spellbound by the smoke, the Poppers, and the totally sensuous way his Cock is ripping up your Hole. Much like a farmer tilling the soil before planting, he's prepping your Ass for his Seed. You halfheartedly beg for him to withdraw, but he just laughs. Your fear increases to sheer terror; your adrenaline is pumping. This is not what you want, is it? "Stop!" your mind screams, but the physical voice rebels. Instead, your Ass muscles contract in undulations designed to draw him ever deeper. A part of you knows what’s Cumming and is willing to die for it. Finally a heaving thrust slams you hard against the wall, as he exhales violently and proclaims he's planting his Deadly Seed within you. By fear and the brute strength of his body you’re immobilized, helplessly impaled on his toxic Cock, as It spews out venomous torrents of Charged Cum. You feel his spasms ebb, and a strange warmth floods your body. His Noxious Jizm permeates your defiled Ass walls, inoculating brain and remote appendages alike, rendering no body part unscathed. He relaxes, kisses your neck and whispers, "Welcome to the Club!" Quickly he withdraws and disappears, leaving you in total darkness with your thoughts. You want to expel the Deadly Curse, but something within demands you nurture and propagate the Bug. As you exit the Maze, the bright lights of the hall blind you. You see a dozen guys mulling around. Was it one of them? Do they know? Anxious to avoid their impertinent scrutiny, you hustle off to the privacy of your room to contemplate your fate.

Yesterday on the train, this guy sat down beside me. He was definitely in the advanced stages of AIDS —sunken face, 100 pounds dripping wet. There I was sitting next to this dude with the Bug, mentally ravaging his body, and my Cock started to twitch. It was like he sought me out. There were other seats, but he chose to sit next to me. Our fellow travelers cast aspersions our way, amazed that I didn’t move. They were all scared of him. I didn’t care. I had a fantasy of my own. I imagined his diseased Cock fucking my Ass and his high Viral Load Spooge POZZING my Hole. I made damn sure my leg was tight against his. He never pulled back. He was quite bony, but I copped a good feel. It was enlightening and erotic being intimate with an AIDS dude, and wanting to love him. He seemed healthy enough to Fuck, and I wished it was with me. Well that’s my story, and it's all true. Though we didn’t have sex and only minimal physical contact, I want to see him again. He was sexy and cute. Next time I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure we meat.

I had a hot time this morning. I went to the park rest room, and within thirty minutes, had my Dick up a young Faggot’s Ass. The kid looked 20-something in a Columbia University sweatshirt, short dark blonde hair, nice tight body, and a Dick of 6-1/2 inches. He was the very model of a young student from that fine University. He came into the restroom and went into the stall next to mine. I peeped through the Glory Hole, and he was playing with himself. I tapped my foot, and he did the same. Someone came in and Columbia-boy left. I figured I had missed a nice piece of Ass—and a POZ Load up a Young NEG is best. The Intruder left and Columbia-boy came back in. I stared through the Glory Hole, and he slid his young Shaft through—right past my wide open lips down my rapacious gullet. I chewed on his beefy young Dick till his breathing grew shallow. Next it was my turn. “I’m cummin’ over.” He opened his door, and Columbia-guy liked what he saw—a tall, hairy-chested Stud with a big Cock. I didn't say much, just spun him around. "I wanna fuck you." He started to protest, so I ate him out. When he got to writhing, I spat on my Poison Shaft and speared him. He winced and let out a groan. Without warning, my Cock popped in his Ass, and he gasped. He was hurting, yet simultaneously wanting my Dick. I gave his Tits a hard squeeze, and his Ass opened up nicely. Soon he was fucking me back. I felt my balls tingle and started to pile-drive him. His "Uhh-Uhhh-Uhhhh’s" grew louder. I gripped his hips, made one final grand slam up his Ass, and blasted my first Charged Load of the morning in his Mancunt. He jerked himself off as I shot, and his Ass danced on my Shaft as he spurted on the Stall wall. Cum dripped down his leg when I slid out of him. He grabbed some toilet paper to wipe himself off, then noticed the pink goo on the paper. "Shit, I'm bleeding!" I shrugged. “That’s normal—under the circumstances.” "You safe?" "Never been healthier." I straightened up, wiped the pink goo of my Cock, and went outside for a smoke. I sat on the bench. Columbia-boy came out of the john, not even acknowledging me, his gait slightly awkward and his expression preoccupied. I hoped I’d given him something to worry about. After he’d gone, I communed with nature—inhaled deeply the fresh morning breezes, hypnotically swayed to the rustle of the leaves, and listened intently to the chirp of the birds. What were they saying? Mother Nature conveyed what I already knew—I needed more Ass. So off to the University I strolled, where the best pick-up area is the sub-basement restroom. And who was waiting there for me—but a hot little Twink. He was made to order, couldn't have been older than 19 or 20, thin and waiflike, with curly brown locks and puppy-dog eyes. His eyebrow was pierced; and he wore a tight Tee that announced his Nip was pierced, too. My hardening Shaft bulged outward against my gray cotton Sweats. My Precum oozed through creating a quarter-sized blotch halfway between my waistband and crotch. The little fool took a gander and couldn’t stop drooling. I went into the handicapped stall to wait. In short order, he swung open the door. "You want this?” He nodded. I pulled him toward me and latched the door. I tugged off his Tee, tousling his luxuriant brown hair. I tongued his Tit-Ring, and he moaned; so I twisted the other Nip hard. I unbuckled him and bent him over, and he grasped the black toilet seat for dear life. I spat on my Shaft, rubbed my POZ Cock in his Ass Crack, and rammed It home—right up his tight Twink Asshole. He grimaced in pain, breathing hard, attempting to pull off, but I held him tight by the hips, my rigid Pole inanimately impaling his Ass. I whispered that I intended to Fuck the Shit out of him and Fill him up with my Cum. He started rocking back and forth on my Shaft. "I'm gonna Cum. You want it?" "Yeah, give me your Load. Shoot your Fuckin’ Jizz up my Ass!" I flooded him with POZ Spooge. Like a good little Trooper, he never once asked my Status. I tweaked his Nip one last time.

It was Monday, my only night off. I was trying to get in all the extra hours I could to pay for Christmas. By 9 PM I'd already hit most of the bars, with nothing to show for it. But since I'm not much of a drinker, that didn't matter. It was too early to go home, so I decided to hit the Tubs. Being Monday, my expectations were minimal; but where there’s life there’s hope. I paid the Clerk, got my keys, and entered. The Baths are a 3-story affair, in dark reds and black, with golden highlights. It was quiet as I hiked up the stairs to my 2nd floor room, the only sound the blaring music from the house speakers. I found my room, went in, and stripped. I'm not a bad looking guy—at least average, I’d say. Maybe better. I’m no movie star; but not a troll, either. “Not bad," I thought, giving myself a final appraisal as I headed out the door. I wandered the floors, checking out the TV Room—only an old guy watching porn and playing with himself. I headed to the basement to the Sauna and Steam Room. On the stairs, I passed this absolutely gorgeous hunk—tall, muscular, movie star face, and eyes you could die for. We nodded and smiled at each other; but I thought no more of it, cause I figured I wasn’t his type. I got to the Steam Room—nothing there. So I headed to the Maze. The Maze is very dimly lit so you can see shadows but no details. I started at one end and worked my way through, checking out the Glory Holes and side cubes en route. Right about center is an area called “The Commons,” with padded benches surrounded by mirrored walls—deserted. I exited down the opposite corridor where I literally bounced off Movie Star. As I regained my composure, I stammered an apology. (I always get tongue-tied near sexy guys.) He likewise apologized, sliding around me in the narrow aisle way. I was about to continue when I felt a hand on my Butt. I turned, but no one was there. Wishful thinking, I supposed, and headed for my room. As I usually do, I left the door open, stripped off my towel, and lay down on the bed. I don't know how long I lay there, half-dozing, half-awake, when someone caressed my leg. I let the mysterious stranger explore his way up my thigh till he reached my Ass Cheeks. He squeezed and rubbed my Buttocks and made a few tentative strokes over my warm cleft, before sliding down into my moist crack. As his fingers teased my Mancunt, I looked over my shoulder and—it was Movie Star! I started to turn to show him he’d made a mistake, but he placed his free hand on my shoulder. "No, don’t turn over. Unless you want me to stop." I was stunned! How could any guy object to having such fingers and thumbs in his Crack? After a while, he removed his hands from my Butt and give me the best massage ever. When I couldn't take anymore, I sat up to return the favor. My hands caressed that beautiful man's body. I couldn't believe my luck. Gently spreading his exquisite Buttocks, I delicately tongued his Rosebud. I heard a muffled "Oh My God!" as he drove his Ass into my face. I thrust my tongue deep in his Hole and savored the Inner Man! "You keep that up and I'm gonna Cum, and I don't want to blow my Wad yet. So lie down on your stomach." He reached for the Lube on the table and scooped up a good sized gob which he progressively worked into my Hole, slowly opening my tight little Chute. I lay there as he pushed one, then two, then three fingers into me. He stayed with three fingers for a while, as I moaned and groaned in pleasure, my Ass twisting in sync with his thrusts. Then I felt a fourth finger work it's way in. "I’ve never been fisted before!" He grunted and pulled out his fingers, leaving my Asshole open and empty. Afraid he was pissed, I exclaimed, “I’m not saying no. I'm just asking you to go slow, cause I’ve never been fisted before." "And you're not going to be now." He pushed my legs further apart, and I felt something huge press against my Bud. I realized at that moment that I had only seen his Cock soft, when it had looked about average—four inches long, well shaped, with a nice head—well, maybe a little bit thick. "Omigod! He's gonna rip me apart!" To my relief, he didn't plow in, just used a steady pressure while gently stroking my back. I relaxed enough for the Head to slip in. Once he was securely in me, he pulled me up onto my hands and knees, which freed his hands to roam over my body. Reaching beneath me, he found my Nips, and began to twist and pinch them. With each tug, he pressed in a little further, stopping from time to time to allow me to adjust. Never had I had such a big Dick in me! After what seemed like ages, his Pubes finally connected with my Ass Cheeks! When I was firmly impaled, he lifted me up so that I was on my knees and leaning against his hard chest. I lay my head on his shoulder; and he kissed my neck. Then, and only then, did he force his massive ManMeat into me. My head was spinning from the sensation. Pulling His Shaft out until just the Head was in me, he slammed It back in to the Root. My God! I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven! I couldn't believe how deeply he penetrated me. Seemed like I could actually feel him hitting my stomach. He began to plow me in earnest. I thought “This is it!” and moaned with pleasure. Faster and faster he pumped, his Balls bouncing off my Butt. "Harder, deeper," I urged him. Grunting like an animal with every stroke, I begged for his Load. "Please, give IT to me—P-L-E-A-S-E!" The more I implored him, the more frenzied his thrusting became, until I thought the friction would set us afire! Finally, with one last massive stroke, he pounded his Seed into me. I felt every throb and pulse as Jet after Jet of his Jizm flooded my Innards! Gradually his body relaxed, and his Cock softened and slipped out, trailing a dribble of translucent Cum. He lay beside me, running his hand over my chest and stomach, teasing my atrophied Dick. He leaned over and kissed me. Breaking the kiss, he gazed at me sadly. "About what just happened—I’m POZ. I may just have given you AIDS!" Pulling his head to my shoulder, I held him close. "It’s OK. It was bound to happen—sooner or later. But I'm glad it was you. That Screwing was worth it!" AND IT WAS!

Had a great Pride Day! Fucked a couple of guys, hopefully POZZING some Ass. But the best came last. I met this cute guy; and, after a brief chat on the street, invited him over. Of course, he didn’t know that I only FUCK RAW, but he soon found that out. We went to my place and made out. I had him writhing and moaning as I tweaked his Nips and fingered his Cunt. I think he knew he was going to get fucked—and get fucked hard. He made a move for the bedroom and stripped, not that there was much to take off. He was dressed only in hot pants and sneakers because he’d been in the Parade. The little Slut knew how to make my Dick throb. He gave me a private dance as he pealed away the little clothing he wore. He begged me to stick my big Dick up his Pussy. I had him lie on his back and kissed him—to make him forget about Condoms. I tongued his Ass as I played with my Cock. I teased his Mancunt with my Dickhead. He raised his Butt like a good little Slut, and wrapped his legs about me. I grabbed some Baby Oil and slathered my Dick. Before he could say Jack Rabbit, I plowed into his Pussy. He froze and let out a yelp, but I continued to plunge into him, and watched his face scrunch up in pain as his Hole came to grips with the girth of my Pole. He winced and moaned louder as I sank inch after inch of my POZ Shaft into his Boypussy. He started to whimper, telling me how full my Dick made him feel and how much it hurt. I don't think he'd ever had One as big or as thick or as deadly. He begged me to stop, but I continued to pound him. Soon, I was able to pull out to my Dickhead—then ram all the way back in. I drilled his Ass, transforming it into a wet, sloppy Mancunt, as I edged closer and closer to spurting POZ Jism up his Innards. I fucked him till he complained of leg cramps. Without pulling out, I flipped him over and pounded away at his sweet, well-worn Hole—then flattened him on his stomach and screwed him some more. I had to slow down because my Nuts were about to boil over, so I buried my Dick to my Pubes and held still within him to give my Balls a chance to cool down. My POZ Precum mixed with his slimy Ass Juices, to lube his Ass Walls. The little Queer grew impatient, gyrating his hips, begging for IT. I slid my arms under his shoulders and tweaked his Nips. His Ass muscles relaxed; and he arched his Butt, squealing, "DEEPER! HARDER! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" The Slut had no shame, and I felt only disdain for the Cunt. I whispered sweet nothings in his ear, calling him "White Pussy Trash” and told him “how I intended to use him for my pleasure and my perverted desires.” (About the latter, I did not elaborate.) I guess I pushed the right buttons, cause he shot all over himself. I fucked him for another 10 minutes, spewing out venomous garbage about “what a worthless piece of Shit” he was, prepping his Cunt for my Secret Agenda, when, to my amazement, the Bitch came again! I was excited as Hell and felt my Balls tingle. It was time to give the BoySlut what he deserved. I pulled all the way out and plunged back in. I shot a huge Poison Load up his Mancunt. "TAKE MY SICK CUM, MOTHERFUCKER. I’M KNOCKIN’ YOU UP!" I lay atop him, pressing him into the mattress, giving the Venom a chance to absorb. At last I released him, kissed him all over, while I lovingly dug my sharp nail into his sore, puffy Mancunt. I grabbed his briefs and wiped off my Dick , leaving smears of Shit, Cum, Blood and Ass Juices on them—something he could take home to Mama, who’d ask, “Honey, what are these stains?” The Punk said I was his hottest Fuck ever—and he didn’t know HOW RIGHT he was.

In all my escapades I've practiced Safe Sex. I was always the one to bring the Poppers, Lube and CONDOMS. I'm versatile and enjoy playing both roles. On the Interstate is a Rest stop with two stalls connected by a Glory Hole so humungous you can rest your Butt against it and get serviced without a Queer entering your stall. It's safer that way. Nothing sadder than two Faggots getting hauled off by a Cop. One Saturday afternoon I was sitting in the stall waiting for anything in pants to appear. It seemed like an eternity before anyone came in. I was in the mood to get fucked—and had vowed not to go home till I got my deserts. The first guy was OK. He pissed, stroked his ManMeat, shoved It though the Glory Hole; and my Lips hungrily devoured his Tool. He groaned loudly as I nibbled his Balls. I passed him a Rubber and asked him to fuck me. I was already lubed up; and after a final sniff of my Poppers, backed onto his Dick. It took all of 5 minutes for him to blow, and he zipped up and left without removing the Condom. Hummmmmm, I mused. I’d have to try that one myself. I was still basking in the glory of my Conquest when another Dude took his place. This one was younger, thirtyish, and had a really nice Dick. I wondered how much convincing he'd take to fuck me. I puckered my lips, and had his long Tool down my throat in a flash. He pulled out and asked me to stick my Pole through the Hole. I slipped him a Condom instead. He unraveled it, and I backed up on his Shaft. He was fully inside me when—Shit!—a stranger came in. He withdrew and we both sat down waiting for the Intruder to leave. When we were finally alone, we resumed our love-making. But it felt different—hotter somehow. I reached back to make sure was wearing a Rubber. What I grabbed was bare Dick. Before I could react, he filled me with Spunk—three distinct shots up my Ass. Immediately I pulled off his Cock, and a few more blasts singed my Cheeks. Already his Jism was dripping out of my Pussy. I was shocked that he could have done such a thing—and exposed me to God-Knows-What STDs. Before I could ask him his Status, he bolted from the stall. From outside he bellowed, “WELCOME TO THE CLUB!" And he left. I tried to shit the rest of his Jism, then flushed the toilet. I soaked bathroom tissue in the fresh water entering the bowl and wiped my Hole. I wet my fingers and shoved them up my Ass to cleanse my Pussy of any leftover Spunk. Satisfied that I had cleaned up as best I could, I sat on the toilet, lamenting the nerve of some guys, when a third Dude came in. I heard him sniffling and clearing his throat, caught a glimpse of his Cock peeking out of his shorts, already a few drops of PreCum on the Slit. But I’d long since gone soft, my desire diminished; so I zipped up and left. I was on the road the next 3 weeks, crisscrossing the country, traveling for work, flying or driving or at some business address. At night in my hotel room, I'd speculate about the dirty Bastard who’d Cum inside me—and what exactly he meant by “Welcome to the Club.” Eventually I forgot the whole ordeal, as my natural promiscuity and sexual bent came to the fore; and I pursued the alluring delights of fucking and sucking. Of course, I made sure my partners were “properly dressed,” i.e., wore Condoms. Finally I returned to Reststop, but was nervous as hell. I wished I’d taken Viagra when a dude pressed his Ass to the Hole. His Cunt was all shiny with Lube. I ran my fingers over his Butt and inserted two fingers up his Pussy. They sailed in like a dream, and I began to imagine what my Cock would feel like in their stead. An erection was no longer my problem. I felt the partition flex slightly as he endeavored to dig his Ass further onto my digits. "Fuck me!” I ran the tip of my knob over his silky wet Pussy. He groaned when my Cock passed over his Hole. I unrolled a Condom, took a hit of my Poppers, and passed my sheathed Dick through the aperture. He slowly backed onto my Manshaft. He was fucking himself and milking me good. His hot, slimy, wet Pussy made the ManJuice boil up my Shaft. I plowed his Mancunt for all I was worth and before long filled the Condom with Cream. To my horror, the Condom had split. Goddamn It! That was all I needed. In disgust I ripped off the torn Rubber and flushed it down the toilet. I was about to apologize, when the Dude roared “Thanks for the Seed!” I was aghast. It was the same voice that had ”Welcomed me to the Club.” I was shocked that I could have been so naïve. I’d had no reason to suspect he was the same Fucker who’d Cum up my Ass. I was about to pursue him, when something in his stall caught my eye—a tube of Vaseline. Of course! That stuff would rot a Condom in no time. I picked it up, as a souvenir so to speak, and drove home. In less than a week, when I took a leak, it hurt like Hell. I went to the Clinic. After a few questions, I was told to lie down on the table and lower my jeans. Nonchalantly I lay back with my hands behind my head and let the Doc do his thing. He stuck a thin cotton swab down my Piss Slit. I yelped and jerked up my knees, narrowly missing his head. The swab was all green and sticky. He told me I had an infection. He placed it on a glass slide and said he needed a urine sample. It took me a good 20 minutes to piss painfully into the specimen cup. The Nurse gave me a shot of antibiotics and told me to return to the waiting room. A good hour passed before they called me again and direly announced I had “the Clap.” Treatment would be painless and easy—a few weeks on antibiotics. "Would you like an HIV test? We can have the results in an hour." Why not? I was taken to see a Counselor. Thirty minutes later a Nurse appeared with a syringe. The next hour was the longest of my life. Finally I was ushered back to the Exam Room. The Doctor was present along with the Nurse and the Counselor. The grim look on the their faces told all. I was numb. I was not only numb—I was POZ.After listening to the various treatment options, I went home. I took a vacation to try to get my life back on track. In less than a year I was back to my old tricks. Only it was I who fucked Bareback and took raw Cock up my Ass. What the hell! I had nothing to lose. I’d met a ton of POZ guys on the Net who led active and sometimes surreptitious sex lives—Chasers who always took Loads, and Givers who never pulled out. I had indeed embraced the clandestine “Club.” I went back at the Rest stop, hoping to meat the guy who had POZZED me. On my fifth trip I was sure it was him. He again fucked me Bareback; but before he could Cum, I turned round and put my Cock through the Hole. He slipped back on my Shaft. Within seconds, I unloaded in him. He was still riding my Rod when I proclaimed, "Thanks for the Invite." He shouted back, "You're Welcome, I’m sure!" And shot his POZ Load while my Cock was still in him. That time he didn't rush off, but waited for me outside. He was a Hunk, tall, 6'3", built; the last person on earth you'd suspect to be POZ . After an invitation to his house we began to see each other on a regular basis. We started to date, and eventually he moved in with me. He apologized for POZZING me—averring that along with the inconvenience of repetitive testing and expense of the Meds, came the privilege of unbounded sexual license. The funny thing was that he’d been POZZED the exact same way I was. He was just doing to me what had been done unto him. What Goes Around, Cums Around, as they say.

I am 38, with a PA and Biohazard tattoo. I’ve been POZ 3 years now, but just got into seeding NEG Asses a year ago. That’s why I got the Prince Albert—to open up their Holes for my POZ Jizz to work it's magic. I had a great time Memorial Day. I Went to Midtowne Spa to meat a guy I from online. We swapped loads, and I shot in 2 more dudes that night—one was 25, and I'm pretty sure he was NEG. Then Sunday night I went back to the Spa for the Flashlight Party. It was BUSY. Right off a black guy asked me if I wanted to fuck a good-looking dude while he watched. “Sure.” So he took me to this guy’s room. He was Hispanic, a muscle package, lying on his stomach. I fucked Muscle Boy and shot a POZ Load up his Kazoo. “Where you from?” “San Antonio.” He was in the Escort business. Later another Hispanic came into my room. He was fascinated by my P.A. He had never seen one before and sucked on It. “Wanna get fucked?” He handed me a Rubber. He wanted to sit down on It, but he was very tight. "Let’s try it without the Rubber. It’ll go easier" "I can't do that!" "Well, I'm not going to Cum in you. That's not very dangerous." I expected him to decline, but he acquiesced. So I pulled off the Rubber, and he sat on my Dick. Of course, that felt much better than the Condom. I let the PA do its thing. I fucked him on his stomach, then on his back. He was close to Cumming, so I pumped him harder. He shot his Load, then I let loose with a POZ Volley inside him. I don't know whether he felt it or not. I didn’t let on. I just lay on top of him, panting. Later that night, I had a 3-way up on the Sundeck, and shot my Load in an innocent-looking 26 year old from Austin. Nobody there asked my Status.

Got AIDS here cause I only Fuck with Dudes who have the Bug. I don’t do NEG guys. My favorite things are: (1) when a Diseased Faggot sticks his adulterated FuckTool up my Bug-infested Pussy and rants and raves about all the putrescent Scum he's gonna pump in me; and (2) when I beg an AIDS Sick Puppy to charge me—not knowing how many Dead Queers he’s fucked or who’ve fucked him. I was cruising a bathroom in downtown Washington when a skinny, nasty Derelict asked me for some cash. When I said NO, he went into a stall and sat down on the toilet. I cruised the john for 15 minutes and nothin’ happened. Finally, I knocked on the stall door where the Dude was planted. I said I’d give him a fiver if he’d fuck me. He opened the stall door to admit me. He dropped his pants and started stroking. I unbuckled and stroked my freshly powdered Shaft and Balls, got down upon my knees, and lubed with bated breath the foulest, most repugnant, blighted Shaft I’d ever laid eyes on. I got It soaked with Spittle, stood up, and backed onto the grungy FuckPole. “Cum in me, man!” “Not a good idea.” “Why not?” “Got AIDS, that’s why.” My engorged Shaft bobbed rigidly, as if enthusiastically averring, “YES!” Yes, that was what I wanted! “I’ll pay you double if you’ll dump your Toxic PayLoad up my Ass.” He rammed his vile Deathstick further up my Hole and in short order dumped his Venomous Discharge in my Mancunt. I made sure I got every drop of that abominable Seed in me. He pulled out and asked if I was satisfied. I bent down, licked my Ass-Juice off his putrid Pole, and handed him a twenty.

When I got home I got a big surprise—a phone call from Joey, a twenty-some-odd year old I’d POZZED 3 months ago. I‘d been only the second one to TOP him, and never thought I’d hear from him again. We met last June. I couldn’t wait to caress his youthful, tender Ass. He, in turn, went down on me, and sucked me close to Cumming. I stopped him 'cause I had better use for my POZ Cum than that. He’d find that out. I led him to the bedroom. He tried to escape my engorged Cock, but I trapped him to the mattress. He began to whimper, so I kissed him and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. I fucked him slowly, with powerful deep thrusts. I hit his Prostate, and he felt it. I couldn't hold back—filled his Virgin Hole with hot POZ Jizm, paused to allow my Toxic Seed to settle, then began to fuck him hard and fast. He bellowed in shear pleasure. After 15 minutes he reached down and felt my Dick. His eyes went wide. "No Rubber? Don’t Cum in me, OK? Shoot on my Chest and Stomach.” I acquiesced. He hadn’t counted on my Special Gift—that I can Cum a half dozen times, depending on the NEG-AND-SEX-APPEAL of the Dude I’m GIFTING. And Joey boy was VERY NEG and VERY SEXY. I fucked him harder. God, the guy appealed to me — so young and vibrant and voluptuous! I felt It tingle in my Balls, rising toward my Piss Slit! I shot again, inundating his Guts with my POZ Jism. And kept on screwin’ for half an hour longer. “I’M CUMMIN!” That was him; not me. He hadn’t even touched himself. I was fucking the NEG Shit out of him. How I wanted to swallow his last NEG Load. I slowed my pace and licked up what I could, without stopping. "Man are you going to Cum or what?" he asked, almost exasperated. I had a duty to perform, and didn’t want to shirk my obligation. I responded I’d shoot soon. I wanted my first Loads to fester for as long as possible, so I intentionally held off and fucked him for another quarter-hour. "Please Cum! I can't take this any longer!" I spooged all over him. He got so excited at the sight of my raw Seed. He said he was afraid that I would Cum in him. He wanted to play Safe. I only smiled—I may have POZZED another one. ***************************** “Hello.” "It’s me, Joey, remember? Three months ago. I’ve tested POZ. You didn’t….?" “Wasn’t me, Joey. I never came in you. Have you played with someone else?” “A couple—but they all wore Condoms.” “Then it must have been a friggin’ accident. A broken Rubber or something. Tell you what. Cum over and we’ll talk about it.” “Are you POZ?” I hesitated. To continue the charade or tell the truth. “Yes, I am.” “I’ll be over in 30 minutes.” Talk we never did—at least not that evening. Talk is cheap, and not what I was in the mood for. He arrived visibly upset, wearing Tank Top and Cutoffs, and, for the record, no underwear. I asked if he wanted anything to drink. “Ginger Ale would be fine.” He’d drunk Ginger Ale the first night, too. Silently we sat on the couch. I massaged his inner thigh, worked up his pant leg, brushed his past his Balls, and stroked his soft Cock with nimble, practiced fingers. Magnificent! My POZ Child’s Shaft was hardening. I unbuttoned his cutoffs. The well-worn zipper glided easily, exposing his infected tumid Shaft. I couldn’t wait to taste his POZ Precum, knowing one so recently knocked up must be rife with the Virus. Yeah, I was responsible; and proud of it! I shoved my unlubed index finger up his Pussy. He jerked reflexively, then relaxed. I led him to the bedroom leaving his Cutoffs on the couch, pulled off his Tank Top, lubed up with Vaseline, and fucked him for an hour. I came 4 times, and with each climax acknowledged how good it felt to have my POZ Jizm flowing up his Pussy. By my 4th ejaculation, I think he knew exactly how he’d been POZZED. I began to masturbate him mercilessly. I worked his fat Cock faster, my hand but a blur upon his Tool. “Shoot your Toxic Jism, Joey. Shoot It down my throat. And promise me, you’ll remember— ’Tis better to give than to receive.’”

I know I'm dating myself, but I'll vote for Al Parker. He was my dream man when I was coming out, and I felt his death in '92.

The young man e-mailed me, saying he wanted to explore gay sex. I met him at the motel parking lot; as soon as I saw him, I wanted him. He was cute, divorced, 25, 5’9", 150 pounds, brown hair, and wore wire rim glasses that made him look, well, bookish. We got a room, and I suggested he take a shower, after which he stepped-out of the bathroom with a little white towel wrapped around his waist. "Have you ever actually sucked cock before?" I asked. "No, but a guy sucked me off last week," he replied. My shaft twitched as I studied his sweet ass. Yanking off his towel, I was rewarded with the sight of his rock hard, six inch cock which was oozing precum. Without a word I went down on his balls, licking and teasing them, driving him to squirm in pleasure. Taking his cock in my mouth, I ran my hands up his smooth thighs, slipping my spit-lubed finger in his butt, and when I connected with his prostate, he moaned, “Oh, my God!” His pole throbbed, his butthole tightened in pleasure. When he shot into my mouth his butt hole tightened so much I thought he was gonna amputate my digit. I didn’t swallow his all his cum, but instead used as much as I could to lubricate his hole, and playing a bit more with it as I positioned a pillow beneath his ass. “What are ya gonna do?” As if he had not an inkling. “Time to get fucked, Bud. I need it bad; and you do, too. You just don’t know it yet.” “Go easy, Man! This’ll be my first.” I told him not to worry. It might hurt a bit, but he’d cum to love it. I pressed my tool against his hole, but couldn't make an entrance. It was so fuckin' tight! I tried again, taking the precaution of balling his briefs and shoving them in his mouth. This time my rod popped in. He closed his eyes, as tears streaked down his cheeks. "Sorry, man, I can't and won't stop. You've gotta learn, and believe me, you will come to crave getting cock in your ass," I told him by way of consolation. I have no doubt the pain was profound, and the blood on my dick was graphic evidence. Of course my cock had no qualms about his discomfort, but rather throbbed in his ass. I pushed in all the way, paused, pulled the briefs out of his mouth, leaned forward and kissed him. I decided it was time to plow him. By then he was really getting into it. “Fuck me! “Yeah, man. I wanna knock you up." I pistoned mycock in deeper and blasted a huge wad of poison jism up his tight ass. I pulled out and saw his now gaping hole, which invited me to slide a couple of fingers into his ass to slip and slide in my noxious seed which was swimming in his guts. "Squeeze your ass muscles a bit," I asked, and was gratified to see a juicy mixture of blood, cum, and yes, traces of shit, ooze out of his hole. I was so further aroused I screwed him three times more before he left. Within two months he had converted.

On Friday night I went to the baths. The place wasn't busy, but most of the guys there wanted to bareback, which was okay with me. I hit the poppers hard and got fucked several times. There was one guy, a loner of sorts, hard body, tattoos, shaved head, who was always nearby but never joined in. I copped a feel and was surprised to find a ring with a spiked ball piercing his shaft, half-way up his dick. I was intrigued, but having taken several hits of poppers I was feeling a bit queasy, so I went to a dark alcove with a single bench to lie down. A guy came in and felt my butt which was runny with cum. "Nice ass," he complemented me. "Best one here. I've cum in you twice now. Did the guy with the ring get you yet?" “No,” I answered. With a light laugh, he replied "If he does, you'll never forget it." He left, and I dozed face down. Then someone came in, felt between my cheeks, and knelt between my legs. I barely had time to react when a thick cock slid into me and - OUCH!--the ring— scratching my anus and insides. He stretched out on my back and thrust in and out. He was quite heavy, and it was hot; and we were soon bathed in sweat. I felt his cock sliding in and out of me as the ring tore up my ass. He opened the poppers and spilled some on the towel beneath my face, and I lost all control. He went on and on. I'd never felt anything like it. I didn't think what was happening, why he had a ring in his dick and what it was doing to me. "Tell me when you cum," I whispered. "Yeah, sure," he laughed and plowed harder. Then he pushed my arms out to my sides, down the sides of the bench, and put his full weight on my back, forcing my face into the towel. "NOW," he grunted, "I'M CUMMING NOW!" He jerked and shuddered several times as he shot, collapsing on my back. We lay there panting for several minutes, during which he wouldn't get off. Instead he kept sliding his dick around in me in the spunk up my hole. He must have stayed in me for a good quarter-hour, before his dick finally slid out. "I bet you're sore now," he chuckled, and left. I got off the bench, my legs weak. When I lifted the towel it had a big red patch in the middle where his ring had messed up my guts. At that point I had a fairly good guess what he’d been up to and why.

I hooked up with a POZ guy on AOL and went over to his place to breed. Shortly we got down to brass tacks. I dropped my trou and stripped off my shirt and he did the same. He sat back on the couch, and I knelt between his legs to worship his Shaft. I was eating him up, swallowing him up to his Pubes, and nibbling his Balls when his (not-sure-of-his-Status) Lover walked in and caught me blowing his Mate. Without further ado he rammed a finger up my Ass, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I rose up and spread my legs so he could get better access. He rimmed my Pussy, lubing me with his Spit. In a flash he unzipped and unbuckled; and his jeans tumbled to his ankles, to be joined by his shorts. He spat on his Dick and rubbed the head up and down in my Crack. How I wanted him to impale me, which, Thank God! he did. He grabbed ahold of my hips and slid in me Balls—deep. It felt great! He plowed me intensely like mine was the first NEG Ass he’d ever had—and I clamped my lips about his Lover’s POZ Cock, holding on for dear life. He slammed me for 5 minutes while I quaffed the Bug Juice leaking from his Lover’s POZ Bone. I pulled off the Fucker to give the POZ Dude his due. I sat down on his Rod as he sat down on the couch. Like a Yo-Yo I bounced up and down on the Venomous Rod till I got my reward. The Dude on the Couch unloaded his spurious Jizm up my NEG Hole. As I arose, his toxic Cream dripped out of my Crack and onto my Balls. I fingered myself, immersing my digits in his foul Seed. Fingers up to my nose, I inhaled the musky man smell of his poison Spooge and my Ass Juices. It smelled so good I licked the contaminated, pearly white Salve off my fingers. The Roomy spun me around and re-plunged his Shaft into my liquefied Hole. He fucked his BF’s POZ Seed into the bare walls of my Innards, then suggested we retire to the bedroom. He bent me over the mattress and pounded me mercilessly, then slowed, pulled all the way out, re-inserting only the Head—teasing me. I BEGGED HIM TO GIVE ME HIS LOAD, for I craved his UNTESTED Cream; and he did not disappoint. He grunted as his POZ / NEG Seed surged up my Hole, and his creamy white Spooge shot into my Cunt. He lay atop me, sweating and gasping for breath. It was the best of sensations, feeling his shriveling Cock within me, afloat on a shallow sea of POZ and POZ / NEG Cum. His wilted Pole fell out; and I licked it clean, gleaning a few more precious drops from the Head. I was in desperate need of Cumming. The POZ Dude, who’d taken this all in from the hallway, forced his tumescent Shaft down my throat. He began to dick-whip and fuck my face, which provoked me to shoot volley after volley of hot, juicy Manseed all over my stomach and chest. I lay there, quivering and helpless, as twin tongues caressed my flesh.

I've been working a lot of hours lately, trying to build up some cash reserves, so I haven't been online as much as I’d like. But I want to tell you about the last time my boyfriend Steve and I went out to play. We didn't really have anything in mind other than both being horny and hoping to meet up with someone into threesomes. We went to JR’s which isn't really our favorite place—too crowded and snooty. But the guys who go there are usually cute. It seems to attract a younger crowd than most places in Dallas. We met this kid who turned out to be a senior at SMU. So I'm thinking he's 21 or 22 at the oldest. His name was Brian. He was kinda short—5'7”—curly brown hair, with a big smile, and great personality. Besides that he had a cute Butt and a nice bulge in his Levi’s. We talked a while—each bought the others a round of beer. But it's hard to talk with it so loud; and besides, Steve and I wanted to do more than talk. Steve suggested we go outside to smoke a joint. We walked and talked, sharing the weed as we went. Steve got right to the point and asked Brian if the three of us could go over to his hotel. He'd already told us where he was staying, and it wasn't too far. The guy jumped at the suggestion. We hopped in Steve's car and drove over. When we got in his room we fell on the bed in a tangle. We were all over each other. He was obviously horny, feeling good, and ready to play. Of course, we wanted to POZ him. We got out of our duds pretty quickly. Steve and I went to work on Brian. I sucked his Dick, and Steve licked his Balls. I swung around to the 69 position, more to get out of Steve's way than because I wanted my Dick sucked. Steve took the cue and turned his attention to Brian's Ass. He poked his tongue in good and deep and pulled Brian back upon him. Brian moaned, having the time of his life—and, more important, let his guard down. I moved off his Dick to lick his Balls—nibbling them gently so that Brian couldn’t decide if he was feeling pleasure or pain. Steve had two fingers up Brian’s Butt, and the Youth responded by alternately rimming and finger-fucking me. Steve changed position. His Dick was aimed squarely at Brian's Butthole. Steve spat into his palm, held it out to me, and my saliva blended with his. He rubbed our Spit onto his Shat and Brian's Manpussy and plowed in. "Don't you have a condom?" Brian didn't like being barebacked. "You're safe aren't you? I mean, I'm not gonna catch anything from you, am I?" Steve had to throw him off guard. “I’m clean. And I always fuck safe." Damn, I coulda shot right then! My face was inches away from where my Boyfriend's Dick was sliding in and out of this cute healthy guy. I knew Steve was aiming to POZ him. Steve pumped him long and slow for a while. I went to work on his Balls and Nips while kissing him—keeping him distracted while Steve went in for the Kill. Steve tensed up and got that glassy look he always does when he’s about to shoot. After Steve pulled out, I slipped in. I love fucking a Dude whom someone’s just Creamed. It's so hot screwing a NEG Manhole bathed in the Lube of another’s POZ Cum. I was so boned up I didn't last long. Steve and I lay down on our bellies, and Brian fucked us. He felt good inside me—even though I'd just shot my Wad. What may have been the last NEG Load of his nubile life erupted in Steven. We all dozed on his bed for a while. When we awoke it was time for Round Two. Again Stevie and I fucked our POZ Loads into him. I went first. Again Brian waited until he had both our Loads in him before he shot—fucking his creamy NEG spooge into me. We wished Brian well at SMU (and prayed that we’d POZZED him). When we got home we were still horned over sharing the Gift that Keeps on Giving. We had to celebrate by Trading Strains one more time.

How did I meet Alan? He worked at the Daltons I frequent. He’d processed enough of my special orders and backorders that we’d cum to know each other by name. On occasion he’d call my home to tell me this book or that had come in. I always suspected Alan was Gay. I might have tried to make something of it, were I not 42 and POZ; and I imagine Alan was in his low twenties. So I’d always smile or wave and leave it at that. Actually I did see him around. At a bookstore, too, though not of the Daltons variety—where I and my colleagues went to get off. When our eyes met, his countenance lit up. “Hi, Mr. Wilson.” “Alan! Nice to see you! And the name is Jim.” Alan glanced around at the men cruising the corridors. “These guys are Gay, aren’t they, Jim? I’ve never been in here before. I haven't often come in here - I usually just dream about it..” “Then you’re among friends. Tell you what. See that Green Door over there? That leads to the bar. Let’s have a drink, talk it over; and, if you want, I’ll show you around.” “Okay - I'll meet you in a couple of minutes.” We crossed into the bar and took a remote table near the johns. I approached the bartender and ordered two bourbon-and-cokes, and returned to Alan where he told me about himself. Turned out Alan only thought he was Gay, cause he’d never really had sex outside of fooling around with some high school buds. And he was there to find out “the truth.” I sipped my drink and ordered him another which he gulped down as I recounted what I’d seen at the bookstore—Fucking and Sucking, Rimming and Orgies, and, occasionally, Fisting and Crossdressing. “Doesn’t anybody go in just to watch? I mean, do you have to do something?” “Course you don’t. You can be as picky and choosy as you want. And go home just as horny as when you came in. Tell you what. Let’s share a booth and watch a movie and you can judge for yourself.” After his third drink, a double, Alan was on the verge of inebriation—totally relaxed, inhibitions vanished, but not quite tipsy. Given his youthful and lissome appearance, the stalkers were ready to pounce, so I quickly ushered the guy into a Booth. I purposely selected a Stall with Glory Holes on both sides. As I latched the door, there was a mad dash to the adjoining compartments. I stripped down and told Alan to take off his Tee and pull down his jeans. Reluctant at first, he sheepishly complied. When he was down to his briefs, I urged him to peer through one of the Holes. The Sleaze in the next Stall was beating off with one eye on Alan. Nervously, Alan licked his lips. The Fag misinterpreted, and slid his fat slimy Cock through the hole. Alan was uncertain of the protocol, so I handed him my bottle of Poppers and bent down to demo. Literally holding my nose (the dude in the next Stall was a Sleaze) I wrapped my lips about the odious Shaft and proceeded to Suck—one, two, three deep strokes, before taking the fetid Manshaft down my throat. Alan had never done Amyl before, let alone sucked a Cock, so I instructed him to uncap the bottle, take 3 hits in each nostril, and inhale deeply. I pushed him to his knees and guided his lips toward the effusive Pole. Inhibitions diminished by booze and the fumes, with his natural instincts Alan was transformed from an inexperienced man into a rip-roaring Fag. Glistening fibers of Precum dangled from the Stranger’s Piss Slit to the Youth’s lips, as Alan, appetite whetted by his first taste of Manmeat, grew cognizant of what was to Cum. After a few minutes of Cocksucking, the Sleaze Pit moaned loudly. “Don’t let me down, guy. Use the Poppers. Inhale deeply. Keep on Sucking the Dude.” In a second Alan was rewarded with his first Load of Cum as DISEASED SEED spewed down the Teenager’s throat. Yeah, I knew the Fucker was POZ. Of course I didn’t want to bother Alan with such trivia, but I was ecstatic at how quickly the Boy had been exposed to the Bug. Alan initially had trouble taking the Venom. The Poison oozed down his chin. But I urged him to swallow as much as he could, and thank the Sleaze for fucking his face. He came down from his sexual high dripping with sweat and inundated with Cream. Sensing he was a bit overwhelmed, I urged him to make the Amyl his constant companion, and use it freely and often. I suggested that, as a Newbie and a First Timer, it behooved him to suck the guy in the opposite booth who’d been patiently waiting. His desire piqued, Alan pigged out at the other Glory Hole, sliding his lips on a nice seven-incher, a definite upgrade from the previous Shaft. His timorousness (along with his fear of disease) diminished as I spewed a licentious stream of obscenities in his ear. Shortly, Alan was honored with his second Load of the night as the man spasmed and shot a Wad down his throat. I couldn’t help but smile as Alan wiped his lips. While I had previously pointed out the Green Door, I had failed to mention the black one, beyond which the Youth would soon learn what it meant to be a manpussy. From overdoing the Poppers and the effect of the booze, Alan didn’t feel so hot. I accompanied him to the john where he felt queasy and sick. I avowed I had just what he needed, and pulled a little blue Pill I kept stashed in my billfold. He gulped it down. We sat down on the bench by the staff lockers to wait. I’d given him an Amphetamine I rarely indulged in, because of its strength. I groped his thigh, till I felt his Cock stiffen. “How you feelin’?” “Much better!” In fact, he was flying. We passed through the black door into the back room. In the dark chamber, unseen hands groped Alan as I tongued his lips and lobes. I implored him to go with the flow and let it happen—that this was what he wanted and needed, and it was wrong to resist. Coarse impatient hands unbuckled his belt and pulled off his Tee as his jeans dropped to the floor. As our eyes adjusted, we made out a dozen guys of all ages and sizes, one threesome entwined in simultaneous shagging, as their compatriots inched their way towards the Boy. Deviants on their knees ravished Alan's Cock and Balls, while others suckled his Nips and nuzzled his neck. I knelt to eat his Mancunt, as I withdrew a small tube of Vaseline from my sock. I worked one, then two greased fingers into his Pussy while I lubed up my Cock. God! It was all I could do to resist ramming my whole Fist up his Ass! But that would have spoilt the fun yet to Cum. Alan moaned and, remembering his Poppers were trapped in his fallen pants pocket, eagerly accepted a little brown bottle from one of the Dudes. I grasped Alan’s hips, pressed my stiffening Dick to his Anus, and slid in till my Balls bounced off his Ass Cheeks. Although Alan showed every indication of being a natural born Bottom, he had a great deal of difficulty accepting my Shaft; and the guttural groans from deep in his throat were not strictly moans of delight. But the Poppers and the Amphetamine, along with the Alcohol still in his system, allayed his discomfort. So I pounded and plowed his ex-Virgin Hole till ropes of POZ Jizm shot into his Ass. Sated and exhausted, I withdrew and came out coated with a Slimy Veneer of Cum, Shit, and Blood. Next the Dude who’d offered Alan the Poppers impaled the Youth. Facilitated by previous deposits of Cum, the second and subsequent Penetrations went smoothly. By the end of the night Alan had taken 7 Loads up his Ass and 9 down his throat, lacking mine, which I was saving for later. Not bad for a Virgin. Most of the Dudes who plowed Alan were acquaintances, a couple of whom I call friends. At least 3, maybe 4, of the Loads had been POZ. At one point, a small contingent of Alan’s admirers chanted, “Charge Him! Charge Him!”—though I’m convinced Alan, as ensnared by concupiscence as he was, didn’t hear or just didn’t care. When we left at 4 AM, Alan remarked he had no idea how great ManSex could be, and how he would have done every guy in the joint, were it not for the persistent pain in his Butt and the Blood. He asked if I had another of those little blue Pills, and I said he’d have to come back to My Place to get one. I also suggested a little Pot and a stiff drink might help him sleep. Without further ado, I guided him to my car. The night was as old as I was, but the morning was young. And there was still much to be done.

I got an email from Steve today—first time I’d heard from him since we fucked. Three months ago when I was cruising the Net, he IM’d me and said he dug my Profile (bareback, bottom, no condoms, no pullouts, no regrets). We exchanged stats. He was a total Dom Top, 6'3" 190, 42 y.o., and unsure of his Status. I told him that my nickname was BJ (stands for Bill Jr.) and sent him my pic, but he said didn't have a pic to send back, and assured me that he was good looking. We decided to meet at this bar since his place was unavailable and I live at home. We could fuck in the bathroom or the parking lot there. He’d meet me in the bar, which I took to mean he’d scope me out and decide if he wanted to screw me. No big deal—if he didn’t materialize, I’d head to the Baths. I got to the bar and ordered a Double Tequila and Bud. Before long I had to piss. This totally hot guy took the urinal next to mine. I thought he’d followed me in, so I sized him up and his stats came close to Steve's—but plus 10 pounds, 2 inches shorter, and 5 years older—typical Internet profile! Either way, he was still pretty hot. I didn't realize I’d been staring till he said, "Guess I found another Faggot that wants my Dick. You want It before or after I Piss?" He really was a Dom Top, and knew how to play a Pig Bottom like me to the hilt! I dropped to my knees and took his Cock in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and pulled me off of his Dick so he could look in my eyes. "You get to empty my Bladder, but your Ass is gonna empty my Nuts." I coulda sworn the guy read my mind! I slurped down his Piss and didn't waste a drop. I sucked him till he got hard, bent over, presented my Ass, and begged him to fuck me. “When I’m Good and Ready.” All of a sudden he rammed his Cock deep in my Cunt. God, that hurt like Hell! But he was already in and then held real still so I could adjust. He moaned, and told me how good my ManPussy felt. I suspected the Dude had already Cum, but he began to fuck me again. “Should I Cum in Your Ass?” “I bareback all the way.” "What if it's POZ Cum?" “So—what!?” “You POZ or NEG?” “NEG.” “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I POZ NEG Queers like yourself.” He grunted and pounded me hard and shot up my Butt. I felt him throb and spasm when he came. I became aware of our audience, a small group of guys who’d been watching and listening. “Anyone else wanna Fuck Me?” A hot looking bear wasted no time plowing my Ass while I licked off Scott's Cock. After he screwed me, he leaned in my ear. "That's POZ Load #2 for you, Dude." Actually it was Load Number 3. Steve offered to buy me the beer. “How long you been Chasin’?” “A year and a half.” “You know, I came in you twice. When I first shoved my Cock up your Ass, I didn’t let on. And again after we talked about POZ. If you’d turned out to be one of those cutesy Faggots who like to play SAFE, I would have had one POISON LOAD up your Cunt. But as it turned out, I doubled your chances of getting the BUG.” As we talked, a guy came up to me. “You BJ?” “Yeah.” I studied his ass; and he was a ringer for the stats Steve had given me, no pluses, no minuses, no nothins. Turned out he was the “real” Steve who’d arrived late and been searching for me. And the POZ Dude who’d been screwing me was a Gift Giver on the prowl for PREY—mainly me! Later that night, after I’d recounted the events of the evening and my 3 POZ Loads, I took the “real” Steve’s Load in the bed of his pickup. Which brings me back to the email I got today. So what did he write? That he got tested and his results came back POZ. Guess that makes it 4 POZ Loads.

I'd been cruising the Dude on Men-For-Men-Sex for over a year, never able to connect. Whenever his schedule jutted left, mine jagged right. The whole affair was strange from the start. He’d often say, "If only you knew what you could do for me." That was enough to keep my appetite whetted. Over the months, as we chatted, I concluded he was NEG. When we finally met, I suspected he might be a Chaser, since and used a vaginal film “for protection,” which had, so he bragged, the highest concentration of N-9 (nonoxynol-9) on the market. And as every Faggot knows, while N-9 might be great for bitches wanting to avoid getting knocked up, it doesn’t inhibit the Bug, and, in fact, facilitates HIV infection. Mr. Clean douched and douched to the extent he couldn’t unload all the water, and his Ass was so tight I could have sharpened pencils up his Butt. So we parted, friends, but both feeling, all things considered, that it wasn’t gonna work out. Last night he called to say he'd returned from Europe and wanted to see me. I hadn't had my quota for the day yet, so I responded, "Why not?" From thereon, my thoughts became twisted. I thought back to our earlier conversations in which I perceived something sinister in his character. Again, he used the N-9, and again I penetrated his NEG Pussy raw. He turned out to be one of my sweetest Fucks ever. I wanted to him up with POZ Jizz; nothing more, nothing less—it was that simple. Through the various chambers, twists, and canals, to the Prostate we fucked, as my load oozed into his N9-chafed Pussy. We fucked for an hour, and he told me he wanted my Cum and all that went with it. That was the closest he ever came to admitting a Death Wish. I mentioned my fantasy about fucking a guy while he slept, and he said that was his Number One Fantasy, too! I couldn't believe it. The more he elaborated, the more certain I was that he wanted to be dominated, abused, and humiliated. But going him one better, I fully intended to lead him down the path to ANNIHILATION. He hopped nude from the bed over to the tiny duffel bag he’d come in with (some might facetiously have called it a purse) and pulled out a small vial of pills containing a sedative. “If I take two of these, I’ll be out like a light in half an hour. Should I?”. “Your choice,” I shrugged. “I think we both want the same thing.” He hopped back on the bed. His Ass in the air, I pounded him passionately. A quarter hour later his lids began to flicker. In another 5 minutes he was cutting Z's, and I plowed his Mancunt as I’d never done any dude before. I pilloried his Ass full throttle for a good 30 minutes as he wafted in and out of consciousness. It was hard to see how anyone could sleep through that kind of pounding, but the narcotic had done its job. Aroused to the hilt by (a) his helplessness and ( his NEG status, I wanted to blow multiple loads. I knew that I might not have a second chance. His European boyfriend was arriving the next day, and they had vowed a life of monogamy for as long as they were together. I wanted to POZ both their NEG Asses, and I knew only one sure way to do it. If I could POZ Sleeping Beauty here, his Paramour would surely follow. I pulled out of his Pussy. The young man dozed fitfully as POZ RED LIFE FLUID filled the syringe.

I’m the QUEEREST—with a hard Cock and an insatiable appetite for RAW, CASUAL, ANONYMOUS, LUSTY MANSEX. Any age, from late teens through sixties; tall or short; skinny, slim, muscular, or chubby; black, brown or white; hairy or smooth; cut or uncut; POZ or NEG. Who cares? So long as they got a hot fuckin’ mouth, a willing Asshole, or a Cock laden with pent-up Cum. I have only one Fetish—Unsafe Sex with Safers, who either think I’m SAFE or doing it SAFE when in reality I’m not and I don’t. Gay Sex is my Hobby, my Sport, my Addiction. And I’m into it for what it offers—alluring unsuspecting NEGS into Conversion Scenarios. When I’m not hunting for it or doing it, I’m thinking about it, watching Gay Porn, writing/reading libidinous Emails, chatting on Sex Lines, or Online with other Faggots. I’m 36, 6’1”,160, brown-blonde, clean-shaven, semi-hairy, 31” waist, 36 chest, with a fat, straight 7” cut cock, shaved medium balls, and a tight bubble Ass. Sound like someone you’d be interested in? I’m not your typical Boy-Next-Door type, but guys have always been attracted to my natural punkish attitude, laid-backness, and oversized Cock. Of course, not everyone goes for that; but I get enough variety that I don’t have to mess with a ton of Fat Pigs or Old Trolls. Most guys I do are younger than I, and sometimes judgment-impaired (booze or drugs). I am mostly a fuck-hungry, raunchy Ass-Fucker, but, in a pinch, a Cum-craving Bottom into Cocksucking, Rimming, Fisting, Watersports, Orgies, Public Sex, and Gay, Bi or Straight guys in general who need to cut loose. I’m NOT into Safe Sex. No way—neither promoting nor practicing. I’m POZ and an active Giver and Chaser and Breeder, who believes that the Ultimate Honor is the Sharing of Cum. And the Supreme Booty is Getting the Bug—the modern day equivalent of Knighthood. I live in a city of diverse cultures from all over the planet. Queers here FUCK in parks, bathhouses, bookstores, tea rooms, and on the beach. There are, of course, avid Virus Avoiders, but UNSAFE SEX is rampant and generally raunchy. Yeah, Drugs are cheap. I’m a Pothead, but many who Cruise do more. I like putting the Make on Out-of-It Dudes who frequent the parks at night. Many of them are Teens and Young Marrieds. I enjoy POZZING THEM UP. I love it when they complain about BARE COCK PENETRATION or my finger abrading their Cunts—but they are usually too drug-fucked or drunk to push me away. If not, I offer them a special Reefer from my Stash. Some ask me to wear a Rubber; most don’t. Others request I not Cum up their Asses—but then I don’t let on when I shoot, and they’re none the wiser. I’ve told a number of Dudes after I Cum that I’m POZ, but save my special salutation for the most despicable—like “HAVE A NICE DEATH!” I’ve also DOUBLE POZZED a SAFER with a Black Pal who is a regular at the baths. We both TIP-RIPPED our Rubbers at the same time—without knowing beforehand the other’s intent. It was awesome—indulging in the same evil turn-on as my Bud. To compensate, I offered to get the NEG a clean towel after I pounded my Compadre’s POZ Cum up his Ass then shot my own. I didn’t last long when I realized what Immoral Fucks we were—but who cares? At the same Baths, in almost the same room (well, next door) I did this TV Weatherman whose wife is a News Anchor on the nightly news broadcast. He was on vacation, while his wife worked due to contract commitments. The whole time he kept sipping from a Flask. He offered me a couple swigs, but I declined. By the time I’d Cum in him twice, he’d consumed half a pint and passed out. Curious, I made sure he was soundly asleep and rifled through his wallet and briefcase—colognes, and undies which would only appeal to a Faggot. In his wallet, were the usual—driver’s license, various ID’s, and several hundred dollars. In his case I found a Little Black Book that contained the names and phone numbers of his fellow Faggots—all SAFE and NEG no doubt. But what intrigued me the most was his Magic Marker—the super-indelible, ultra-waterproof permanent type for autographing glossies and the like. I nudged his arm. He snored soundly. I poked him in the chest. A brief harrumph, and his shallow breathing resumed. Cautiously, I uncapped the marker. On his chest, below his rather gaudy gold necklace, I scrolled a big “U”. The Dude spasmed once, but didn’t awaken. God, I was afraid he’d roll over before I was done. Between his well-bitten Nips I printed “NOW”. He coughed in response, so I had to proceed extra cautious and slow. Beneath his Tits I penciled “HAVE”. The Dude didn’t stir. Apparently I’d found just the right touch. Above his belly button I finished him off—“AIDS” in the biggest, boldest letters his flabby abs could support. If you think scoring a heaving, hairy chest was easy, you’re crazy. But I was finished. And I’d indelibly inscribed: “YOU NOW HAVE AIDS”. I wondered how the hell he’d ever get that off. Would he even notice before he hit the john? There were no mirrors in his room. Be great if a half dozen clients and staff saw it before he did. Might be kinda embarrassing. Might present a medical challenge for him, too—a few weeks from now when he got the Flu and later, when he started on Meds. I wondered how he’d explain it to wifey. Might ruin his marriage—even his career, if the drugs took their usual physical toll. I looked down at the sleeping kahuna and salivated. Too bad. He’d been a Good Fuck. But I needed my kicks even more. I returned the pen to his briefcase. Once more I glanced longingly at his wallet and counted the cash. Two hundred seventy-eight dollars—exactly. His money didn’t interest me. I’m not a thief. Well, I did take a twenty—a souvenir of my first VIP POZZING.