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Ever have those restless nights when you really don’t feel like doing anything, but your sexual urges get the better of you? Last night was one of those nights. I hit the Baths. Being a weeknight, there was little going on, and not much to choose from—till I found the dungeon. In the dim light I could make out a couple fucking in the sling with a small band gathered round. I edged through the crowd to feel the bottom. He was semi-hard and dripping. It was hard to see clearly in the dim red light, but he seemed to be in his 30's, chubby, with average build and cock. The top was black, about his age, and muscular. I slithered down his stomach to feel his Shaft. He pulled way back to give me access. He was a real decent size, hard as steel, slimy with precum, and bare. He motioned me closer. I thought he wanted to kiss me, but he whispered in my ear to not say anything about the rubber, or lack of one. He had slipped off the condom, the bottom none the wiser. OK. I have no problem with that. I’ve pulled that trick a few times myself, and admire a guy who can get away with it. “You poz?” "Five years now.” And with that he resumed fucking. The bottom had placed his hands on the top’s shoulders. In the dim light I could see the glint of a wedding ring. Oh, oh! A married-bi attempting to PLAY SAFE. This would be fun. An onlooker straddled the bottom's face, dropped his balls into his mouth, and shot a healthy wad across the bi’s chest and stomach. I couldn't resist. I bent over to lap the jism off the bottom’s body parts. Like a Wet-Vac, I sucked up every drop. The married buy pushed me off. “That’s a very dangerous thing to do.” Shit! Was this guy for real? "What the fuck you doin’ with that cock up your ass, buddy?" "He's OK. He’s clean. He told me. Plus he's wearing a condom, and he’s promised to pull out before he cums." Naturally I wanted to correct him 'WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!', but then again Faggot Education begins and ends with the school of hard knocks - so I just shut up. The pace picked up. The top was taking shorter strokes. THE CONVERSION HAD BEGUN! The bottom sensed the change of pace and patted the top on the shoulder. "OK. That's enough. Pull out. I'll finish you by hand." THE REST WAS SLAUGHTER. The soft married youth was no match for the top, especially with legs locked in leather hoops. The black guy laughed ominously, alerting all that something special was cummin’ down. Quiet urgings from the throng served to heighten the excitement. The mob shifted back to give the top due room and steady the sling against his thrusts. Resistance by the bottom was futile - the consensus of the congregation being he deserved WHATEVER HIS CUMUPPANCE. THE STUPID DUDE WAS GETTING BRED BEFORE OUR EYES. Bodies of all ages, shapes, and sizes surged forward. Hard cocks slithered up the ass cracks of the dudes ahead, who seemed enamored of the uninvited penetration. A final thrust and loud bellow signaled climax, as the black cock twitched and spasmed, and sent coagulated ropes of toxic jism up the white guy’s previously neg cunt. Some of the crowd joined in the orgasm, spewing cum all over the bottom’s face and chest. The top pulled-out. The bottom lay there quietly, defiled, his ass open to public inspection. Immediately two from the pack quaffed a heady mix of ass juices and spent jizm. The violated married-bi, all illusions of safe or safer sex dispelled, offered no protest nor resistance when they rimmed him. When the horde dispersed, I rammed my finger to the knuckle up his pussy, and swiped my venom-coated digit across his quivering lips. Savoring the familiar taste of salty cream, and cognizant of its origin, he heaved wretchedly. A new guy sauntered in, erect cock wagging salaciously, and inquired about “The Baby” in the sling. “A married guy who just got his first taste of poz cum and hasn’t cum to grips.” "Well, he’s about to get his second," he confided, as he headed toward the guy and unceremoniously slid in. I have no idea if either breeding took, but it was a damn hot scene. On the drive home I speculated on assuming a more positive roll in the future. While I was on meds, my doctor had mentioned I still had a hefty viral load, which suggested I have a potent drug-resistant strain to offer negs. I’d love to see my bottom’s face when he finds out his drugs don’t work. Remember - show no mercy.

My first experience with a POZ guy was when I was 19 and still living at home. I went down to the bathhouse near the sailing club and ran into a dude I’d done a couple of times. He’d actually been my math teacher several years before. He said that there was a dude inside with the fattest Cock he¹d ever seen, and that he didn¹t want to go near him for fear of getting split in two. I, being a young, give-it-a-go type, took up the challenge—walked into the bathhouse, smiled at the guy, and went into a stall. He quickly followed. My old instructor wasn’t wrong. The man had one of those unbelievable Dicks, so fat and long, that even when it was fully erect, it pointed at the floor; and, no matter how tumescent, was still spongy when you squeezed it. Hot Fuck! Just too HUGE and HEAVY to support itself! We played around a bit, but there were too many interruptions. So he invited me over to his place where he was staying. I told him I’d meet him there in an hour for some fun and games. That's when it got interesting. The address he gave me was a church on Bay Street. He came out to meat me, and introduced me to his pal, the Reverend. From there on, it got stranger. The dudes started talking Bible—and I’m agnostic, so I bought none of it. From what I gathered, the two had been roommates at the Seminary. The Pastor had founded this Congregation, while his overendowed Compadre, who apparently couldn’t keep his pecker in his pants, had been expelled. Regardless, all I could think of was when was I gonna get to ride that big Shaft of his. I finally got an invite to the bedroom. The wall above the bed had a Jesus figurine on it—the sort that watches over you. Freaky! I got into it with the Dude, who was a TOTALTOP. He had me pinned to the bed straight away, my legs back around my ears; and that's pretty much how I stayed. He tongue-fucked me so ardently, he had me panting for his Cock in no time; and when he finally obliged, I didn't care how much it hurt. I had to have it in me. I realized he didn’t sport a rubber, which turned me on the more. Anticipating that huge Cock plowing my innards, ripping my fuckin’ guts apart, was at once foreboding and the most erotic thing I’d ever dreamt of. Wasn’t long before the Dude was grunting like an animal. He was close. He shocked the hell outta me when he screamed, “I’m gonna Fuck you full of AIDS Cum!” and that he was about to unload his POZ JISM in my guts. I was so dumbfounded and so helplessly confined (legs pinned back against my ears, remember?) that I stared at him in disbelief as he blew so much toxic spooge in me, it overflowed my Pussy. He didn't stop, but kept pumping to keep himself erect. He said he wanted a second ride, and was gonna invite his bud, the Pastor, to join in. That was enough for me. I said I had to go. He slapped my Ass and laughed—like it’d been a big game. That was a decade ago. Today I still compare all my prurient encounters to the unsurpassed carnality of that moment. Unfortunately, I’m still NEG, though I only FUCK BAREBACK and have for years. To this day, I fantasize about gettin’ raped and slapped around by POZ guys, who keep fuckin’ till it takes. And eventually it will. What Goes Around Cums Around, or, as they say—Share and Share Alike.

I'm a good looking guy in my 30's, clean cut, handsome, and masculine. I’m not bragging; it’s just a fact. I turn a lot of dudes on, and can pretty much Fuck whomever I want. All August had been hot here in NY, and my affinity for places where us Sleazeballs congregate had never been greater. I headed out Saturday night, thinking about Fucking, get Fucked, Blow Jobs, and Rimming. At a bar in the East Village, this guy was PISSING next to me. "You’re pretty cute." I was playing with him like I do with everyone in the bars. I was so certain I’d have sex sometime that night, that I didn’t give a fuck whether he approved of my Cum-On or not. "You’re pretty sexy yourself—and well hung," he commented, peering over the partition. He leaned over and cupped his hand to capture my Stream. “Tasty, too," he added, as it dripped down his shirt. That was so Sleazy, it got me going. “Hold that thought!" He finished pissing while I latched the door. I pissed down his throat. We talked a minute while guys banged at the door. He gave me a kiss and undid his belt and jeans (no underwear). He was beautiful—that lanky type whose dick looked like it was starving the rest of his body. I asked his name—Matt or Matthew. His age—26. I’d have guessed 28 to 31. The pounding of the bladder-full bitches got our attention, so we got out of the john. He wanted to me to meat his Buds; but I wanted him all to myself, so I told him I’d catch him later on. I spotted a solid New Jersey or Long Island dude with a baseball cap low over his eyes in the corner. That used to be me. So I introduced myself and we had a beer. Joey was Catholic, Gay, Guilty and Sleazy, but didn’t know it yet. He was 28, Italian, and had a great build, which he was NOT showing off. How modesty turns me on! Matthew came up to our table and joined us. After a few beers, we started doing Poppers and kissing. The bar was getting crowded. Matt’s friends came over, and I thought Joey was gonna split because he looked kinda out of place. But I really wanted to do him. So I followed him into the bathroom. He was drunk, unsteady, and groggy. I put his hand on my Cock; and he went for It and blew me. “Don't Cum in my mouth, OK?” I held the Poppers under his nose. He inhaled for what seemed like minutes. I turned his cap backwards. Again, guys were banging on the door. “FUCK OFF!” I yelled, and Joey sucked faster and faster. I grabbed him under the shoulders and made him half-stand while he blew me. I undid his jeans, bent over, and fingered his Hole. It smelled manly and funky from sitting and sweating all night and drove me insane. I let him blow me some more and pulled my Cock out of his mouth and started jacking while he nibbled my balls. I wanted to get POZ Scum on my fingers. I kept a hand on my Dick and fingered his Ass. “I DON’T GET FUCKED.” I massaged my POZ Precum into his Hole. He was clueless. He was doing Poppers like crazy. Like a good little girl, he kept trying to push my hand away from his Pussy. Like the perverted Faggot I am, I couldn’t get enough of his Mancunt. He was so into Sucking, he couldn’t keep it all straight; so he finally gave up. “I'm just gonna rub my Dick against your Ass.” In a totally unexpected change of heart, he backed onto my Dick. I held the Poppers under his nose and pressed in. I could tell he really didn’t get Fucked much, if at all; and my Shaft was about to hit that spot where I couldn’t go further without hurting him or scaring him off. “OK, its just my finger now,” and I stuck it in past that point. I was dripping PreCum like crazy, fantasizing about BREEDING his Ass, and all of a sudden my finger slipped in, to the hilt. I was about to pop, so I shoved my DEATHSTICK back up his Hole, all the while telling him how good my “finger” felt. I shot my POZ Load up his Pussy, but I didn’t want to freak him out. So I made a show of quickly pulling out and jacking what little Jism I could muster on the floor. He looked kinda relieved and commented that he’d never done that before. We cleaned up, and ended up getting kicked out by the Bouncer. We were out on the street, and it was close to 4 AM. The bars close at 4. I realized I’d lost Matthew. I asked the Bouncer if I could run back in to look for a friend. He said, “No!” I looked up and down the street and thought I saw Matthew entering a Sex Club just across 2nd Ave. I asked Joey if he’d ever been across the street. ‘Uh-uh.” “Cum on. I'll take you.” Inside we walked a big circle in search of Matt. I spotted a buddy named Brian, mid 40's, tats, solidly built, and as sweet guy as he was tough—and totally POZZED UP—the nastiest Cum giver/taker you’d ever want to meat. I remember him saying 3 years ago when he first Fucked me, “I wanna Cum in you. I want to charge you with my Bug. You’ll be my POZ boy forever.” We also talked a lot about converting young naïve NEG guys like Joey. Again Joey surprised me again—shamelessly hitting on Brian. Brian found us a large booth. We were barely inside when Joey dropped to his knees to blow Brian. I bit Joey’s Tits, and he sucked our POZ DICKS. I fed Joey my Poppers, and my Dick was drooling, as I watched Brian finger-fuck Joey's Ass. Brian whispered, ”I'm tearing up the little Cunt’s Ass so you can shoot your POZ Jism right into his bloodstream.” After that, I couldn’t hold back. I plowed into Joey and pounded his Mancunt. The Poppers had him so relaxed, his Ass involuntarily plunged back against me. He was as fucking high as a Faggot could get and remain on his feet. I shot my second POZ Wad up his unsuspecting Mancunt and murmured to Brian that I’d already barebacked Joey once at the bar. Brian skewered his own Venomous Dipstick into the Pussy, whipping and blending my froth with his own—into a two-man, two-poison Foam. Joey pulled off his shoes and his pants so he was totally nude. Brian and I did the same. I felt the slimy, sticky Scum from the last dudes to occupy the booth adhere to my feet. So there we were, Power-Fucking Joey, who hours before, had wanted to know if I was “safe”. I asked Joey if we could make it a foursome; and he said, "Sure—long as he tops.” I opened the door and there, right across from our booth, was Matthew, watching everyone scurry about, while we were busy converting young Joey. We locked eyes; he smiled, and entered our booth . He was surprised, but pleased, to discover Joey and Brian. The long and short of it was—everyone clicked. “We got kicked out of the bar. Guess we were fooling around too long in the bathroom.” “That was you guys? I had to piss so bad I came over here.” “I thought I saw you walk in.” He started to blow me then Joey then Brian. Anyway, we did the usual stuff 4 guys do in a booth. Brian and I fucked and shot in both Joey and Matthew—the POZ inculcating the NEG. We walked Joey out at 6 AM and put him in a cab with my phone number and email address. I haven’t heard from him yet. We kissed Brian goodbye; and Matt came home with me, and we slept until 7 that night. We ordered Chinese in and watched Sex and the City while I played with his Hole. “I know this is stupid after last night—but do you know your Status?” “Yeah.” I thought he was going to ask which was I was. Instead he cautioned, “I don't know whether I'm POZ or NEG. I’m sorry. I should have told you.” “Nothing personal. It’s none of your business, but I’m POZ.” He looked shocked and confused, his situation precarious, since his legs were already perched on my shoulders. I was ready to POZ FUCK him again. “You get a CHARGE out of this?” “No, but you might.” His smile twisted into a concupiscent leer. “Just do me a favor. When you’re ready to shoot, look me straight in the eye.” I did, and will do so again. After dinner, I will unload more of my POZ JISM up his beautiful Hole, and glare into his eyes at the Moment of Truth.

I was working from home one Friday noon when there was a knock at the door. It wasn't the UPS guy or mailman, so it had to be just what I’d hoped for—Doorbell Trade. It turned about to be Seth, whom I hadn’t seen for a month. Seth did a one breath confession that he'd missed me (Sure, Mary!), hadn't played around since he’d been here last (Poor Dear!), didn't have much time because he had to pick up the kids, and that he would have been over weeks ago, had he not taken ill—all this bespoken in the time it took him to strip, piston his Shaft, give me a Hug, and aim his Tongue at my Tonsils. The first time Seth was here, he acknowledged he was "BI” and had been Fucked only once before. The second time he divulged he had a wife and two kids. And now he revealed I’d Knocked Him Up! Of course, he didn’t Cum right out and say that; but I figured it out. I played it real casual though, mentioned there were all sorts of weird Flu going around. I learned Seth had suffered Headaches, a Rash, the Runs, and Night Sweats. Bingo! Sounded like the Bug to me! We did Kissy-Kissy and Sucky-Sucky while I played 20 questions. I learned his “Flu” had gone away after several days. The Night Sweats were the worst. Yup—they always are. I inquired if he still had Sex with his Wife. Yeah, he confessed, every third Thursday; and last night was the night. I smirked to myself that the Odds were we’d POZZED her. Soon she’d have a little more to worry about than Keeping Up with the Joneses. I’d sure hate to be him, when ‘fess-up time came around. But that’s the price you pay for playing the field. My POZ COCK was slimy and dripping—so EROTIC had I found his revelations. And I was the FAGGOT who’d POZZED him. But I knew enough to shut up and give him what he’d Cum for. So I began the preliminaries of Rimming his Ass. I love the musk and sweat on a Dude at the end of a hard day. Since amorous Seth kept his Butt in the air, I reached for the Lube, spread some on me and in him, and mounted him for a Rough Ride. I'm one of those Sadists who enjoys Fucking to Hurt, so the Bottom definitely knows he’s been had. When I’m engaged, I usually stare off into space, but in Seth’s case I couldn’t resist watching my POZ DEATHSTICK glide in and out of his Mancunt, knowing I’d already Fucked Up his Life, and each fresh Toxic Load was Icing on the AIDS cake. He ought to have quite a Viral Load by the time he got to the Doc. Regardless, I spewed forth my Venomous Jism where it does the most good—deep inside a clueless Butt Hole, preferably NEG. When Seth shot, I greedily encircled his Rod and sucked up every drop of his Noxious Cream. I know it may have been my imagination, but it tasted extra familiar—knowing his POZ JISM had roots in my own. After I’d savored every last drop, Seth, who of late always seems harried and tense, dressed and departed. Fondly, my parting wish was that he’d Cum again soon

[ *****The Characters***** Jeff—a high school Senior Bruce—a 200 lb. Rapist Leroy—a convicted Drug Dealer Alton—a sadistic Pimp, used an axe-handle to fatally fuck an underachieving female Prostitute *****Part One–Capture***** Jeff was awakened by the sound of glass breaking. He had been sleeping late, enjoying his summer vacation, after his junior year of high school. The loud crash jolted him out of a deep slumber. Rolling out of bed, he slipped on a pair of boxers. His parents had left two days before on vacation, and his sister wasn't due back from summer school till mid-afternoon. His parents' home was in the far suburbs, and there were no neighbors around. Puzzled, he went to investigate. As he started down the stairs, he was startled to see a huge man crawling through what had been the closed kitchen window. Spotted by the intruder, Jeff raced back to his room. Within seconds he heard the invader jiggling the door knob. Even worse, he heard more footsteps and other voices. So intent was he on keeping the hallway door closed, that, in his panic, he completely ignored the other way in—through the common bath he shared with his sister. He did not hear a prowler come up behind him. Standing with his legs spread, to keep the burglars at bay, Jeff presented an erotic sight to the convict who had just escaped from the state prison five miles away. Watching the boy push against the door, to prevent the intruders from entering, Bruce, a two hundred pound rapist, scrutinized the youth, legs spread, butt jutting out—in a highly provocative pose. Bruce could think of no better way to celebrate his new found freedom than by tearing off a piece of teenage ass. Rushing up behind Jeff, he backhanded the boy. Not even aware that Bruce was in the room, Jeff crumpled to the floor. As the youth lay whimpering on the carpet, Bruce unlocked the door, allowing his comrades to enter. "Shit, guys, look at this," Bruce pointed to Jeff on the floor. "We need a place to hang out, with the pigs after us; and now look, now we got some entertainment to boot." Kicking Jeff in the ass, Bruce bent down to address him. “You a virgin, Pus Head?” The teen incoherently muttered that he was Jeff—not a virgin—and most definitely not Pus Head. Laughing, the men tossed Jeff face down on the bed. Bruce held him down, while his buds grabbed shirts from the closet and ripped them. Using the torn strips of cloth, they quickly bound Jeff to the bedposts, spread-eagle. Bruce grew hard at the sight of the sumptuous, immobilized teen. His pristine ass, still shrouded in boxers, jutted alluringly in his direction. His feminine neck, face and lips hung over the side of the bed. Scared witless, Jeff pleaded, "Take anything. I won't tell. Promise." Leroy, a convicted drug dealer, cupped Jeff’s chin, and looked into his eyes. "You mean, that if I choose not to split your skull, I can take anything I want and you'll help me?" "Yes, Sir! Just please don't kill me." Leroy continued to toy with his victim. "You mean I can have anything, anything at all?" "Yes. Sir, anything you want." As soon as he said that, Jeff noticed the huge bulges in the men’s pants. It was then that he focused on their prison uniforms. He recalled the horror stories he’d heard about what convicts did to young men. And he’d just read in social studies that the AIDS rate among inmates was much higher than the general population, 10% in some cases. Jeff gulped in shock as his fear of death was surpassed by his fear of being raped and contracting HIV. He shook in fright at the thought of being ravaged by three HIV positive dudes. As Leroy fondled his crotch, Jeff realized that the three had bound him face-down, spread-eagle on purpose. He’d heard about guys being butt-fucked, but he never thought it would happen to him. Only fags let other men touch them, and Jeff never imagined he might be fucked by a man, let alone, three of them. Jeff knew that he couldn't escape and feared what they would do next. *****Part Two—THE BEATING***** Leroy unzipped, and pulled out his cock, his huge dick only inches from the teen’s face. Jeff gulped as he stared at the organ. He had never been so close to a man’s cock. It seemed huge, and Jeff shivered. Surely it would be impossible for that cock to penetrate his tight little ass. "Yeah, boy, this one’s for you," Leroy snorted, as he fondled his dick. "You did say, boy, that you wanted to live and would do anything to survive? Well, I gotta proposition for you. Suck me, and I think we can spare you. Now open wide." Leroy's proposition was so preposterous, Jeff’s voice oozed disdain and contempt. "I d-o-n-’t t-h-I-n-k s-o!" Looking around the room, he saw the other two undressing, their hard, erect Dicks swinging out from their pubes. It occurred to Jeff that maybe, just maybe, they were serious. "Guys, I’m not even GAY!” Alton, a sadistic pimp and killer who had been convicted of murdering a prostitute for failing to earn enough bread, pulled his belt off his jeans. "Shit, Leroy! You offer this punk a chance to live and he won't even suck you. Well, let me teach the ungrateful bugger a lesson.” Grasping Jeff’s boxers, he ripped them apart—tugging the fabric with such force that Jeff would have flipped over, were he not shackled to the bed. Spreading the youth’s denuded ass cheeks, Alton admired the teen’s succinct anal hole. "Oh yeah, boy! That's a mighty fine cunt you got there! "Ya know, when I was in the City, I would get these young runaways. I’d break them in hard—raping their cunts and making them drink my seed for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every morning, I'd drown their throats in piss before I rammed my cock, then my fist, up their butts. You shoulda heard ‘em scream when I first fisted their asses. After I got them accustomed to sitting on my shaft, and taking my cock down their throats, I'd have them begging for dick. I’d put them out on the street, and sell their tight butts, while I raked in the cash. Man, those dudes in their three-piece suits driving their BMWs paid good money to fuck a little lost ‘ho boy. Why those boys were stuck on cock most of eight hours a night. The only downside was that, after taking hundreds of loads, they got burnt up real quick—got AIDS or some other fucked-up disease. Then I'd have to unload them on some other pimp; or if they were likely to tattle, they’d accidentally overdose. But, man, while they were good looking and healthy, like you, I lived the Life of Riley. Those boys made me more money in a night than many of the bitches did all week." Releasing the kid's ass cheeks, Alton wet two of his fingers and spread Jeff's Ass. Ramming his digits an inch up the youngster’s mancunt, he laughed as Jeff screamed and involuntarily lifted his ass to meet the prodding digits. Twisting his fingers around, Alton examined the crying youth’s A-hole. “Oh, hey, that's a fine brown eye," Alton said. "Looks virgin, too." Then without any compassion, he jammed his fingers all the way up the boy's butt. Jeff bucked up and down as his virgin ass was ripped by the thrusting, wiggling fingers. "Oh God that hurts. Please stop, Mister!" Ignoring Jeff’s pleas, Alton repeatedly shoved his fingers in and out of the youth’s cunt. "Look at this boy! Squirming around like my fingers are killing him! He's a virgin all right. Wait until he gets the big one up the ass; then he'll have something to holler about." Pushing his hand in as hard as he could, Jeff's hips rose up and down on the bed, as the boy, racked with pain, endured the cruel fingering. "He might be a vrgin now, but he won't but for long!" Alton jumped up on the bed, and pushed Jeff's face into Leroy's Crotch. "Boy, my Man said you could live, but you gotta suck his Cock. Now, Boy, you said you'd do anything. And anything means you better open up them pearly whites of yours to pleasure my friend here." Slapping Jeff on the side of his head, Alton screamed, "Open up, you Faggot, and suck my fingers clean that been up your Stinking Ass. Then you Suck my Main Man!" When Jeff shook his head NO, Alton got off the bed. "You was warned, Boy!" Alton snarled. "Leroy, you just hold your Cock to his face; and, I promise you, he'll be sucking your Dick in no time." Alton picked up his belt and raised it over his head. When the belt slammed onto Jeff's bare Ass, his body arched, and he tugged desperately at his bonds. "Oh, God no! Please. I’ll...." Before he could finish, Alton brought the belt back down again, slamming the leather into the Boy's succulent flesh. Jeff's Ass was on fire and throbbing as the belt repeatedly scoured his Buttocks. With each lash, Jeff's mind exploded as the belt excoriated his backside. Jeff squirmed beneath the lashes, begging for mercy, but none was forthcoming. Alton had whipped dozens of Prostitutes, both male and female, and had always delighted in beating an errant Ass into submission. Alton aimed carefully, and after a dozen powerful blows, the Boy's Ass was glowing hot pink. Seeing that the whipping was starting to leave faint black and blue marks, Alton adjusted his blows. Still swinging heartily, Alton targeted the Boy's upper thighs. Like a fine Craftsman, Alton sought out new flesh to torment. When the screaming Boy's thighs had thoroughly reddened, he redirected his blows to the Youth’s lower back. The belt, smashing over his ribs and spine, caused Jeff to arch reflexively. His screams, which had steadily plummeted under the fatiguing assault, soared back to their original ear-piercing volume. "OH, GOD, PLEASE STOP. I'LL SUCK YOU! I’LL DO ANYTHING! JUST PLEASE STOP HITTING ME!" NOW THAT THE BOY'S SPIRIT HAD BEEN BROKEN, Alton dropped the belt and yanked the Youth’s sobbing face to Leroy's large Cock. Smiling, Leroy moved his Rod to Jeff’s lips. "Open wide, Boy. You better Suck me good, and keep those pearly-whites off my Shaft.” Whimpering with humiliation, Jeff opened his mouth. Thrusting forward, Leroy’s Cock glided past Jeff's lips onto the Kid’s warm, wet tongue. The Boy's hot Lips, seeming to hunger lustily after his huge Pole, made Leroy shiver with pleasure. "OH YEAH, SUCK THAT DICK, BOY!" Wrapping his hands behind the Youth’s head, Leroy got a good grip on the Punk, so he couldn’t pull off, as he rammed the his Shaft down the Teen’s throat. Feeling the Staff glide past his tonsils, Jeff fought desperately to escape the huge Rod. Gagging on the thick slab of Manmeat, he had to fight his reaction to vomit as the rock-hard Cock plowed his throat. He couldn't even scream in protest. The only sounds, aside from Leroy's pleased grunting, were Jeff's muffled whimpers and the creaking of bed springs. But there was no way to discourage the Convict from brutalizing his Orifice. Both Bruce and Alton watched transfixed as their Cellmate treated the Boy like a Concubine. They laughed when Leroy froze deep down the Kid’s gullet. Leroy's Balls came to rest on the Youth’s chin with his rigid Staff lodged in the Boy’s throat. Unable to breathe, Jeff squirmed, desperately trying to dislodge the massive Shaft from his air passage. Remembering the man's threats, Jeff kept his teeth off his Dick. The beating had deprived him of his intestinal fortitude, and he was powerless to stop his assailants. Watching the Boy's face grow red and then white, Leroy reluctantly pulled his Dick from the Teen’s mouth. While the Youth gasped for air, Leroy rubbed his Cock over the Boy's forehead and cheeks, trailing Precum over his pale complexion. Leroy considered what a hit the Boy would have made back in the Yard—or on the Street—pimping and pumping his select little Ass for the omnipotent Greenback. Yeah, Leroy thought, Alton was right—this Teen could make a Pimp wealthy selling his Ass to a bunch of Rich Old Farts. A few more like the Kid, and he could retire. But first Leroy planned some fun for himself. *****Part Three—DEFLORATION***** Watching Leroy's spit-drenched Shaft slide in and out of Jeff’s pretty face was too much for Alton. It was time to try the Punk on for size. Pulling the Youth's Ass Cheeks apart, Alton peered down at the tiny Virgin Hole. "Virgin Ass," Alton hissed. "Ain't had no Virgin for a very long time. I’m gonna split this Fucker wide open. Can't wait to feel his Cunt milk my Cock.” Alton asked Bruce to check out the Bathroom for any kind of Lube. Bruce quickly returned with an unopened tube of KY. Fingering the Boy's Hole, Alton watched Leroy thrust his hips forward as he fed his Cock between the Boy’s lips. Leroy held the Youth in a death grip with his strong hands. Grunting, his body was racked by repetitive orgasms. Jeff's throat and mouth flooded with hot, sticky Cum. Gagging, he tried to avoid swallowing the salty Cream that spewed onto his tongue. But Leroy held the Boy in a Death Grip, as wave after wave of POZ JIZM flooded the Teen’s scratchy throat. Revolted by his first taste of ManSeed, Jeff had no choice but to swallow the Load. Leroy slowly pulled out. Watching the head of his Cock trail Slime over Jeff's lips, Leroy slapped the youth on the head. "Your first mouthful of Cum, Boy? You done good, but you gotta do better. Lick that Jizz off your lips. Don't waste a drop. Yeah, Boy, you’re gonna love Cum from now on, cause you’re gonna love Cock more than Pussy." Slapping the boy on his ears, he asked, "Comprehende?” Grunting from the slaps, and the intrusion of Alton's fingers deep in his Mancunt, Jeff, moaned "Yes, Sir, I know." He darted his tongue across his lips, licked off the last of the man's sticky Jism, and swallowed the rest of the ManSeed. Pulling his fingers from the Boy's Ass, Alton spread KY over the Kid’s Virgin Hole. Seeing as how the Youth’s Spirit was broken, he was gonna have fun tormenting the Teen. By the time he got through, the Punk’d be totally crushed; and a Willing Bottom for any Top needing to Fuck Ass. Alton positioned himself behind the Youth’s Butt, licking and kissing the Youngster's soft neck. Jeff groaned as the fingers spread the cold KY up his Ass. Then the fingers were gone, and the man's hands were all over him. He felt sick as the Dude crawled atop him, shivering as a wet tongue caressed his neck, and the man's huge Rod spread his Ass Cheeks. Horrified, he realized that huge Pole of Lust was about to be shoved up his Butt. Crying petulantly, Jeff pleaded for Alton not to ravish his Ass. "Please, Sir, not that. I will Suck you. I'll do anything you want, but not that. I'M NOT GAY. You are too Big for me, Sir! Please don't do this to me." "BOY, I HAVE TO HURT YOU; AND I AM GOING TO FUCK YOU. I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU GAY, BOY.” Then, talking louder in a cruel voice, he taunted his victim. "You will do anything I want, you Fucking Worthless Piece of Shit. I am going to Fuck that Virgin Ass of yours so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month. I’m gonna turn you into a First Class, Dick-Sucking, Cock-Loving Faggot.” Rubbing his Cock between Jeff's Ass Cheeks, he continued to torment him. "Now I want you to scream real good when I ram my Cock up your Pussy and make you my Woman. Yeah, Boy, I’m gonna turn your Ass into a Cunt. You better make some good moves, Boy, cause the only thing that stands between you and a bar ditch is your Pussy. Ready, Boy? HERE IT COMES!" Alton's Cock pressed to Jeff’s Anus, and he plunged in with all his might. Jeff's Sphincter tightened, then yielded and collapsed as the huge Cock battered his Hole. "Shit, it hurts! Take it out!" Jeff screamed, his Bowels racked with pain. "It's too Big! No More, Please!" Laughing at the Youth’s futile attempt to resist his assault, Alton sank three, then four, inches of his Dick up Jeff’s Pussy. He marveled at the sight of the Teen’s Asscunt swallowing his Cock and the luscious feel of ManPussy massaging his Shaft. When Alton sank the final two inches of his Pole in the Youth, Jeff quivered violently. Huge Crocodile tears streamed down his cheeks, as six inches of Dick lay embedded in his Cunt. Licking the boy's ears, Alton whispered, "You have all my Cock up your Ass now. Do you want me to pull out? Jeff begged the Rapist, "Oh, take it out. Please take out!" Alton continued to tease him. "Will you Suck my Dick and lick your Shit off and swallow my Seed if I pull out?" Racked by cramps, Jeff begged, "Yes sir, I'll do anything—ANYTHING! Just PLEASE take it out!" "I want to help you, Boy; but you have to tell me what you’ll do for me if I take my Cock out of your Ass." "I'll suck your Dick. I'll swallow your Load. Please just take it out!" "Well" Alton said, "Your Asscunt sure is dirty. Will you lick your Shit off my Cock before you swallow my Cum?" Rotating his hips, Alton moved his massive Shaft around inside Jeff's tight Hole causing excruciating torment. "Let me hear what you'll do for me, Boy. Tell me you’ll lick your Shit off my Dick. Tell me how much you want TO TASTE IT in your mouth, and how bad you want TO BE POZZED. Tell me what a Faggot you are. Tell me now, before it’s too late.” Alton cruelly shifted position, stretching Jeff’s Anus even further. "Please!” Jeff screamed. “I'll do anything, say anything! Please take it out! I want to suck your Dick and lick my Shit off your Cock. I want to swallow your Load! I love Dick so bad! I’m the biggest Faggot that ever was! You can POZ ME if you want, Sir. I deserve to get AIDS!” "Well, since you said “Please”— I'll take my Cock out of your Ass." He pulled all but the head of his Dick out of the boy's tightly stretched Hole. Jeff whimpered as the big Shaft withdrew, causing more friction and agony to his already skewered Mancunt. Longing for Alton to vacate his sore Bottom, he begged him to pull out all the way. "Please take your Cock out of my Ass! I promise—I’ll do whatever! Please!" Smiling sadistically at Bruce and Leroy, who were quietly watching, Alton continued to toy with the Boy. "You know, Boy, you grovel too much, and Whiners get on my nerves. What kinda Faggot are you, anyway? No Spine. No Backbone. Guess I’m gonna have to teach you Stah-me-nah.” Realizing he’d been tricked, Jeff started crying. "But you wanted me to beg. Please, Sir, I won't do it again. I'll do anything. Please just let me Suck you. Please don’t Fuck me! I’ll do anything to please you!” "Whack!" Alton slapped Jeff in the back of the head. “Shut up, Boy! There you go again. Whining and Groveling. I know you'll do anything, but I told you—I CAN’T STAND THAT! Now I gotta teach you Stah-me-nah. I can Fuck you forever, an’ I wonder if you can take it forever. If not, yer sure gonna learn. Get ready, Boy. HERE COMES THE FUCK OF YOUR LIFE!" Alton grabbed Jeff's hips and rammed his Cock back in. All of It slid up the Kid’s Ass. Jeff screamed, and his body buckled as the powerfully built man brutally shoved his Tool deep within the Teen’s Virgin Cunt. "NOOOOOO!" the ravished Boy cried. "It's killing me! Please take It out!” Alton smiled at the sight of the Boy's Virgin Blood on his Shaft. The Youth’s blubbering was music to his ears. Free from prison, there were no guards to spoil his fun, and the Boy could make as much noise as wanted. This was going to be one of the best Fucks of his Life. Just like old times, he loved terrorizing his victims. Pulling out, he stopped and waited for the Boy's cries to diminish. When his sobs became muted, Alton violently jammed It back in. "Please stop, Sir! Please don't hurt me no more, I beg you. My Ass is torn to shreds. Pease pull It out! The pain is so bad!" "Shut up, Boy! You take my Cock, and before long you’ll learn to love It.” The brutal assault resumed. Alton hammered the Youth with all the strength he could muster. Recollecting the Whore who got him convicted of Fucking a 14 year old Female Prostitute to death (with an axe handle), Alton pillaged the Boy with painful strokes of revenge. Jeff could only lay there as the Alton plowed in and out of his Hole. Buffeted by waves of excruciating torment, Jeff was reduced to moaning as the big Cock hammered his Pussy. Drenched in sweat, Alton’s Climax was nigh. He let loose with a hearty shout as his Cock spasmed, and he shot his POZ Load deep into the Teenager's ManCunt. He trembled with pleasure as his Wad found entrance to the Youth’s Bloodstream through punctured Ass Walls. Alton collapsed on the moaning Boy he’d just POZZED, his Shaft buried deep in the Youth’s ravished Hole. He felt his Cock draining all of the Strains of the Virus he’d accumulated through years of illicit prison activity. Resting atop the spread-eagled boy, Alton regained his composure. Slowly, he pulled out of the Youngster’s Mancunt. Withdrawing with a loud plop, Alton smiled at the Boy's Pussy. It’d stretched so wide, the Youth’s Sphincter was unable to close; and Alton could see his Venomous Jism puddling inside the torn and bloody ManCunt. *****Part Four—SLOPPY SECONDS***** Hearing the Fucking sounds abate, Bruce sauntered into the bedroom. Bruce’s Cock stiffened as he observed the pink-tinted Cum overflowing the Youth’s Mancunt. "Alton, I called my Uncle. He’ll be here late this afternoon with a truck. Tonight we clean the place out. Ain't no Pig Checkpoint gonna wanna mess with a packed Moving Van. Once we get back to the City, we split. My Uncle will hock the furniture for payment. “You and Leroy case the joint—make a list of what we need to load up. I already found a gun in the Rec Room and jewelry in the bedroom. Ain’t found the ammo yet. Go through the Medicine Cabinets, too. There’s Viagra in one. In about half an hour, when this Shit kicks in, I'll be Fucking this Tight Little Ass the rest of the day.” Smiling ear to ear, he laughed, " I found this, too" and held out a ten inch Dildo. Snickering he said, "I guess this and the Viagra means the boy's Mama likes big hard Dick." "You’re like yer Mama, aincha, Boy? You like a Big Hard One up your Hole." Jeff heard Bruce’s question, but it seemed as if he were a million miles away. His whipped Ass, along with his bitten neck and ravaged ManCunt made him almost catatonic. He glanced over his shoulder at the thick Dildo. It belonged to his Sister, not his Mother; but he was not about to tell them that. Maybe Myrna enjoyed it, but he knew it would sting if it were shoved up his Ass. Regardless, the Teen knew better than to ignore his Tormentors. "Well, Boy," Bruce proffered, “You got a choice. Either this (grazing Jeff’s Butt with the Dildo) or my Cock. Which is it?” For Jeff, with no other alternative, the decision was easy. The Dildo, hard, cold, and plastic, was the Unknown. With Cock, on the other hand, he was more than familiar. Bruce’s fingers caressed Jeff's bruised, yet soft skin. He smiled at how the Boy quivered in fear at the mere touch of his hands. Jeff’s Hole was stretched wide open, and Bruce could peer in and see Alton’s POZ Cum deep inside the Boy's bloody Bowels. Snaking his hand between Jeff's splayed thighs, Bruce cupped the Youth’s Balls and Cock. How easy it would be to crush the Boy’s Privates! That’d be a trip! Bruce was tempted. Make the Punk a real Eunuch. Bruce had never met a Eunuch, and he’d always wanted to Castrate a Man. The little Pussy was practically begging for it. All he’d have to do was—S-Q-U-E-E-Z-E—till the Punk’s Balls turned blue, then purple, then white, then died in hands. The little Cunt could scream his lungs out, and no one would hear—let along care. He wasn’t much of a man to begin with. Bruce figured he could make a real Woman of the Teen. But his throbbing Cock, engorged by Viagra, took precedence over all that. There’d be plenty of time to experiment later. Jeff felt the man's fingers at his Butthole. A long digit probed his sore Pussy The finger forced it's way past his Sphincter. He whined softly, and dug his nails into his palms. The digit withdrew. The man's Prickhead nestled against his Rectum. Overcoming his personal abhorrence to getting Raped, Jeff lay quietly, anticipating another Assault. Not to be disappointed, Jeff felt the Dude’s Cock at his Mancunt. The man's sweat poured onto his skin, and Jeff's nostrils were filled with the stench of Bruce’s bad breath and B.O. Jeff gasped and ground his teeth together as the Prong stabbed his Anus, his Ass Muscles contracting in an attempt to reject It . Jeff felt split apart as the fat Dick forced it's way into his Mancunt. Inch by inch of the Manshaft slid into his Anus until Bruce’s fat Balls plunged up against the Youngster’s Buttocks. Slicing down the length of his Shit-Tube, Bruce pounded his Organ deep within the tight sucking depths of the Youth’s torn Cunt. "OH GOD! IT HURTS! GO SLOW! PLEASE GO SLOW!” The big man nuzzled his teeth against the nape of Jeff's neck. He chewed and sucked and nibbled on Jeff’s throat, biting in sharp little nips that made Jeff yelp as he closed his eyelids and prayed for escape from the parade of ManLust that had pillaged his body. The fat Cock inside him churned faster and faster, riding a slippery, gooey veneer of Semen and Blood. Cum gurgled past Jeff’s Sphincter as Bruce spent himself inside the Youth's Hole. He lay atop Jeff for a short time, then got up and left. *****Part Five—ASSESSMENT***** Thirty minutes later, Alton returned to the room drinking a beer. "Boy, we all agree you’re a good Fuck. Yes, Sir, you got what it takes. Now, Boy, if you behave, I'll untie you and take you into the Bathroom, so you take care of business. We all took the Viagra your Old Man had stashed in the medicine chest—so our little party is just beginning, and I don't want you missin’ none of the fun. But listen up, Boy, you try to escape, and you’ll wish your Mama had never spread her Lily-White Legs for your Daddy. Yeah, Boy, it’d be a bad thing for me to take my belt to your Balls, or carve my initials on that cute little Prick of yours . Get my gist? Bottom line is—you gotta behave.” Jeff shivered . He didn't want his Dick or Balls mutilated, and definitely didn't want to be whipped anymore. His Ass, legs and back still stung from the bite of the belt. Jeff’d do whatever it took to survive—REGARDLESS. He figured that was his best, if not his only, option. His bladder was full. He was ready to explode. And he desperately wanted to get off the bed. Far more important, he wanted to see how badly his Pussy’d been damaged. A piss and a glass of water might make him feel better before COPULATION began again. Jeff, clearing his throat, cackled, "Yes Sir, I understand. I won't give you no trouble. You won’t have to hurt me." "Good, Boy," Alton responded. "You’re a fast learner." Untying the boy's legs and arms, he stood the Teenager up. The Inmate dwarfed Jeff, who watched passively as Alton bound his wrists before him. Jeff recognized the rope as one his father had stored in the garage. It was the same rope Dad had used to build a tree swing next to the house. Jeff recalled all the happy times he’d spent on that swing, never imagining that one day that rope would be used against him, so men could abuse him. Tears streamed down his cheeks as Alton led him to the Bathroom. Allowed to Pee, Jeff moved his fingers under his Balls, past his pubic hairs, which were sticky with Cum. As he carefully pressed his sore, swollen Anus, he found his Hole battered and bleeding. His fingers became coated with Cum as he continued the probe. His Rectum didn’t appear badly damaged; and he was relieved to discover he was not bleeding severely, nor completely ripped open nor torn. Alton stayed in the Bathroom with Jeff, but gave him plenty of leeway. To his way of thinking, the Kid had earned it—in recompense for services rendered and obligations not yet fulfilled. He was about put into practice some of the things he’d learned from his pimping days. Although he had spent years behind bars, the memories of how to break a Boy into the Gay Lifestyle were still fresh in his mind. He knew it was easy to Rape a Boy, but it was quite another to make him beg to get Fucked. And Alton still had the skills to turn Jeff into a Raging, Dick-Sucking Faggot. Jeff, on the toilet, heard the purr of a motor—the old VW bus his father had renovated, practically rebuilt from the ground up. Alton, Leroy, and Bruce heard it, too. For an instant, the men froze. Someone was approaching the house. Instinctively Alton sprang into action. Raising a finger to his lips, he signaled for silence. The front door swung open. “Jeff? Anyone here?” Jeff’s sister Myrna was home. Jeff felt relief and revulsion. Was she, too, to become their Sex Slave? Alton said they’d just loaded up on Viagra. He pitied her for what was forthcoming. Yet he was relieved. She might provide the distraction he coveted. Fingering his sore Hole, he knew he needed a respite. She was certainly better biologically suited to fulfill their urges than he—witness the Dildo. Let someone else serve as the object of their affection for a while. It didn’t matter if she was his Sister. Still, he felt another emotion. Was it—Jealousy?

I heard Seattle was a good place to Bug Chase, and went to find out for myself. One of my Bug-Chasing Buddies had recently Converted and wanted to share his Treasure. I had vacation time coming and money to burn (since spent on MEDS), so I made up a tale about a Commitment Ceremony (commitment to the Bug), and flew off to Seattle. Timmy met me at the Airport, and we wound up at his place. We got around to some serious Gifting and Chasing. I lay on my stomach, and he gave my Hole a good reaming before he slid in. That night we out to a gay Club. It was 75-cent draft night, so I was doubly satisfied by the booze and the price. I had six beers in an hour (just shy of my chucking up limit), and got pretty well soused. Unfortunately, the Hotties I’d been flirting with weren't up for fucking a boy who was leaving on Tuesday, so we took off for a Leather bar. We checked out the regulars and the tourists. Timmy ran into Stevie, an on-again/off-again Fuck Bud, and introduced us. Stevie was a couple years older than I, but about my height and weight. He was moderately cute by sober standards, but sober I wasn’t; and his bedroom eyes turned me on. We made out on the dance floor, and five minutes later he invited me back to his place. We walked to his apartment, a few blocks away. He got down on his knees and sucked my Dick, and I peeled off clothing as fast as I could. Before I knew it he had his legs in the air, begging for Cock; and I gave it to him. We both came—I in his Hole; and he, all over his chest. As we cleaned up, he invited me to spend the night. Being plastered, in a strange city, naked and alone with a Hot Slutty Boy, I grinned and accepted. Just before we fell asleep, he divulged he was POZ. I snuggled up against him and slept. I awoke early the next morning to a lubed finger up my Ass. I purred like a kitten, and pressed my backside against the POZ BOY. Stevie massaged me intensely. I was a bit groggy but knew what was Cumming. My Dick sprang to attention, and I dug my Butt down on his Digit. Before you could say Jack Rabbit, he had my legs in the air, and had positioned his dripping Pole at my Shoot. Still—the hesitation. "WANT ME TO FUCK YOU?" I pressed onto his pre-cummy Dickhead. He grinned evilly as he popped It in me. IF I COULD ONLY DESCRIBE THE EXPERIENCE OF HAVING A POZ COCK UP MY HOLE! If you haven't tried it, you ought to. I still jack off thinking about how he looked me in the eye and pushed his POZ MEAT into Me, telling me how great it felt to Fuck without Condom, and how he wanted to CONVERT ME. "Got any Poppers?" A second later he was holding a little brown bottle under my nose, and told me to take a good Hit. I inhaled deeply, while he crouched beside me stroking his Rod. As I passed the bottle back to him, the Poppers kicked in. I offered my Ass to him moaning, "OH, I NEED THAT FUCKIN’ POZ JISM IN ME!" He rammed It in me and grunted as he shot his Bug-Laden Cum up my Cunt. I clenched my Ass Muscles to absorb every Drop. A couple of fingers replaced his Dick Head; and with his long nails abrading and chafing, I shot the single most satisfying Load of my Life. Stevie moaned and licked my NEG CUM up with his tongue. TWO WEEKS LATER I GOT SICK AND KNEW WHY.

I have to agree that guys with AIDS, KS, and Wasting Syndrome are fucking hot! My lover died of AIDS a year ago. I loved him deeply; but since he was adamantly opposed to anything unsafe, I never mentioned the dark fantasies I harbor. He'd be pleased to know I’m still neg, But I’m not pleased at such. I see status as a symbol of success or failure. I must try harder. I wonder if his life and death represented a vast, missed opportunity, which left me unfulfilled. Perhaps I was deprived by his stifling dedication to propriety. Each night I lie awake and fantasize about what might have been. I would have loved to feel his hot streams of tainted piss overfill my gullet till my belly brimmed with hot excretion and his dick drooled lethal precum past my parted lips. I’d have thrust my tongue up his sweaty asshole till he drove his diarrhetic mancunt down upon my wanton lips. And when I’d devoured all he had to offer, I’d get my just desserts. His swollen shaft would assault my pussy, as toxic precum oozed from his purple slit. He’d tear at my innards with that unyielding pole till I was torn and swollen. And like some cheap whore, I’d holler, "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Rip my hole! Ram your cock in deeper!" I’d gladly bear the pleasure of his pole, as he reamed my once inviolate ass walls. In wonder I’d listen to his raspy, ragged exhalations. Without warning he’d slam his steely shaft in sharply, with every ounce of strength his sick body could muster. He’d lean forward and hiss between clenched teeth, “You're mine forever now." His cock would jerk inside me as he spewed deadly venom up my ass. Again and again he’d jab me viciously, assuring implantation of his deadly seed. He’d collapse upon me as precious jism spewed past his piss slit. He’d demand I clamp my asshole about his tool; then carefully and slowly he’d withdraw, so as not to allow a droplet to escape. He’d prod his rigid rod between my chafed lips, so I could cleanse with my saliva his cankerous shaft. And there’d still be traces of death seed oozing past the tip. He’d grin and fill my orifice with another load of buggy piss. I only wish!

I was at the baths, door open, lying face down when this Dude came in, Fucked me, and shot his Load up my Ass. When I got up to go to the john, Cum was oozing out of my Cunt. By the time I got back to my room, it seemed like gallons of Jism had sloshed down my leg. I didn't think any guy could shoot such a Load. I left the door open, lay down, and let his Cream drain onto the bed. I kept an eye on the door. I was ready to Screw again. This Chinese guy cruised past my room and came to a halt directly across from my door. He reached under his towel and toyed with his Rod. I motioned him in. Under the dim hallway illumination, I sucked his Cock. He pushed me onto my stomach, climbed atop me, and asked if I had a Condom. I said no, but then he noticed how Cummy my Asshole was. He slipped his Dick effortlessly into my Cum-laden Cunt, and, to the squishy accompaniment of Cock meeting Cum, started to pulse in and out. Jism from Fuck #1 slimed the Oriental’s Cock, Balls and Pubes. He told me he wanted to Cum inside me. Fem hands flipped me over, as he hoisted my legs to his shoulders. Leaning forward, he spat in my mouth. Never missing a beat, he moaned loudly and shot his Load. I was still horny since I hadn't Cum yet, so I cruised the halls in search of a Victim. In one darkened cubicle I found a long-haired Hippie with his Ass propped up on a pillow. His room was pretty dark so I couldn't tell much about him—except he was Fodder for my Seed. I started to eat his Mancunt and noticed what a sweet smelling Hole he had. He must have just showered. He was too clean. I had to do something about that. He responded nicely to the Rimming, moaned; and I knew he was ready. I shoved my Dick up his Ass. He had a really tight Fuck Hole, maybe hadn't been Screwed much, and yelped as I plowed him. I felt his Ass muscles involuntarily try to reject me. My dry Rod excoriated his Pussy. I was tearing him up. Regardless, I needed to Climax. He screamed and buried his head in the pillow. I let up long enough to hold my bottle of Poppers under his nose. He inhaled deeply. I knew my ass-pounding was taking its toll. Sadistic thoughts of Breeding his Mancunt pushed me over the edge. WAVE AFTER WAVE OF POZ JISM SURGED UP HIS ASS.

I met this guy in a Chat Room who was into really into raunch and kink. I mean he was into Bloodsports. We talked back and forth for several weeks. He lived fairly close. He said he wanted to Breed me. Said he had been POZ for 5 years, on NO MEDS, with a HIGH VIRAL LOAD. At first I held back, but the idea of getting POZZED seemed so SEXY. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the Guy Equivalent of getting Pregnant. Big difference, of course. Pregnancy is all about creating Life; POZZING IS DESTROYING IT. Either way, I was infatuated with this guy. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. We exchanged pics. He was really good looking—with a PA through his Dick. I knew he would tear me up if he ever screwed me, but I got to fantasizing about THAT a lot. I looked forward to our chats more and more. But I never thought I’d have the guts to do the stuff he was into. I was online one Sunday afternoon. He sent me a message and asked if I wanted to play. I said OK. He gave me directions, and I was on his doorstep in an hour. He had beer and weed waiting, and some really good Poppers. To get me relaxed, I suppose. Cause after that we got into some really heavy RAUNCH like I’d never done before. I didn’t think I was capable of it, but he led me from SPIT and WATERSPORTS (with which I was familiar) to SCAT and FISTING and BLOODSPORTS (with which I was not). We ended up doing stuff most guys only dream of. He told me again he wanted to POZ me. My Erection stiffened. I felt I was in the presence of Pure Evil. And I suspected it was Infectious. I felt if I stuck around, I’d end up like him. Getting CONVERTED and getting POZZED can be two different things. He did me Bareback with his big ringed Dick—all the while staring into my eyes with this evil, sadistic grin. After a bit he pulled out and shoved his Fist up my Ass using my own SHIT for LUBE. He started to PUNCH FUCK me, just to get my Hole bloody and ripped. Damn, that hurt like hell! He resumed Screwing me till he shot a huge Load of Dirty Seed up my Ass. "Just to make sure," he said. He lit another joint, took a puff, then handed it to me to finish. He took a sewing needle and stuck it into his Dick Head and without hesitation took the same needle with its bloody tip and stuck it into mine. He did this quickly and withdrew so rapidly that it was in and out of me before I could yelp in pain. He did this twice more, and I let him. The next insertions, he worked more slowly, deliberately—like he wanted me to anticipate and feel it. He held the bloody needle in my Dick Head longer. It burnt like fire. I was paralyzed. It was like I was under his spell or something. I bit my lip in agony. When it was over he kissed goodbye. A long, passionate kiss full of spit and saliva, and I responded in kind. As I drove home, I knew it was too late. His DNA was in me, and so was his Soul. His Cum was leaking out of my Ass. And my Dick still stung with multi-puncture wounds from the needle. 3 weeks to the day, I fell ill with the Flu. It lasted a full week. I haven't been tested yet. And I don't think I will. If you don’t have Proof POZITIVE, then you actually can’t INTENTIONALLY hurt a guy, can you? Yeah, I plan to TOP BAREBACK a lot from now on. If I guy’s open to any of the specialties I engaged in that Sunday, so much the better. Otherwise, I’ll have to handle his Conversion through more conventional means. I’ve built up a stash of doctored condoms for just such occasions.

I was horny as hell and called up Texas. I asked how his Hole was doing. He allowed he was better. "Would you like some more Poison?” "You won't tear me up again, will you?" "Don't think I have to, do you?" He thought not. He decided to cum over. We made out for a while to get him warmed up. I plied him with booze to relax him. He was really fixated with the KS on my tongue, sucking and begging to see it. It didn't take long before he was all horned up and ready to Fuck. As he relaxed, and we made out more, I said, "Tonight I want you to call me AIDS-Daddy. You ready to ride me?" He headed for the bed faster than a speeding bullet. We'd gotten mostly naked while we were making out, and it took only seconds to finish the job. "I wanna lick your Ass Hole and make you feel good." He whipped over on his tummy and proffered his Cunt. Over his shoulder he reminded me of my promise. "OK, Baby Cakes, your wish is my command. Nothing but Daddy's Dick tonight." I managed to blow two more POZ Loads up his Ass. "OH, FUCK ME, AIDS-Daddy, FUCK ME!" he droned on and on. After he took my second Load up his dripping, sloppy Pussy, he rolled over and popped a Load in my mouth. "Are you AIDS Daddy's Poisoned Whore Boy now?" "FUCK YES, AIDS-Daddy! IT’S SO HOT THINKING OF YOU AS THE VIRUS. I LOVE IT!" I told him I knew other guys who were into POZZING young Dudes like himself, and offered to set him up with a couple. That got him all bent out of shape, so I let him blow another Load down my throat. "YEAH, BABY CAKES, BLOW YOUR NEWLY POZZED JIZZ ALL OVER AIDS-Daddy’s KS!" That drove him into a frenzy! I seem to have found a bed-warmer. I gave him $50 as he left. He asked why. I told him its the mark of a Whore Boy to take money. And I only Fuck Whore Boys. That got him to thinking of a whole new vocation.

I woke up horny that morning. I needed a NEG ass to breed. I hit the beach around 10:30, in hope of finding someone. It’d been overcast and cool since sunrise, and foggy and downright cold on the beach. There were only a few guys around. One dude wore only his trunks, and those riding low enough that I could see his inviting Ass crack. I approached him from behind and sat down. “How’s the water?” "Lousy. And it's cold out here” We made small talk. I could tell by the way his nipples stood at attention, he was chilled. I decided to get to the point. “Ever been blown?” "I could do with a BLOW JOB. I love to get SUCKED. Got any Vodka?" "At the house. You're too young to buy the stuff, aren't you?" He allowed that he was. Age was not an issue with me. He was the perfect candidate—a cocky young Stud dying to BE POZZED. He was about 5'10 or so, with nut brown skin from a summer in the sun. Nice features. Traces of serious body hair from the top of his shorts, up to, and covering, his chest. This was going to be—FUN. “That'll be $75—in advance.” That sealed the deal. At that price, the Fucker deserved to get POZZED. He was nothing but an overpriced Whore. I figured I might go for a full refund later. All the way to the house he allowed as to how none of his girlfriends gave Head as good as the worst of the Faggots he’d been with. Often he fucked them for good measure, simply because they wanted it As sexually active as he was, I got hornier by the second—anticipating wasting a guy who could spread my Bug all over the beach. It was 11:30. I’d left the back door ajar to get in unobserved if I succeeded in finding a Trick. I didn't have to carry him in, but he needed some guidance. Once inside, with the door closed, I told him to get out of his trunks and warm up. "Vodka, man. And a beer, too." "Cumin’ up." While I got his libations, I checked out the damage the cold had done to his privates. The warm air in the house would remedy that. It soon became apparent the Punk was into some serious drinking. I sat beside him and played with his Nuts. He asked when I was going to Blow him. He was shit-faced by then. In no time I had him hard. But I didn't want him cumming too soon, a problem inherent with the young. "Ever been RIMMED?" "What's that?" "RIMMING? I eat your Ass." "OH GOD, NO!   !!!GROSS!!!" “I think you might like it. Most guys do. Makes a guy feel superior to the Queer with his tongue up your Ass.” He thought he might try it, so I soon had him in the BR on his tummy. I went to work on his backside. The alcohol had combined with whatever else he had in his system, so that he was pretty much putty in my hands. When he was fully relaxed, I struck swiftly. I plowed my deadly Dick up his Hole. It was a tight fit, and he summoned what little consciousness he had left to protest. "Relax, Kid, you're mine now. This is one Rimming you’ll never forget." "What the Fuck are ya doin?" What ya got in me? One of your fuckin’ faggoty Dildos?" "NO MAN, THIS IS ME—LIVE AND IN PERSON. MY SHAFT, MY COCK, MY DICK, MY FUCKTOOL. AND THIS TIME YOU’RE THE ONE GETTIN’ SCREWED. " He freaked, and squirmed valiantly. Considering he was no larger than I, he was shackled by none other than his own discombobulated state of inebriation. I rocked in him gently, pulsing ever so slightly. He relaxed—I supposed hoping it’d hurt less. BUT HE WAS FUCKED. I tried talking to him, but he was orbiting Mars. "This is your Death Fuck. I'm giving you AIDS. This time the Faggot is screwing You." He never heard a word I said. Over and over I repeated myself. Nothing I said had any impact. At least I was telling him the GOD HONEST TRUTH—I was POZZING HIM and he was GOING TO DIE. I felt myself swell and explode. My Nuts drained everything they had and more. I lay there with my shriveled Cock up his Ass, cause I knew it would be a while before he woke up. I let my Seed sink deep up into his guts and penetrate his ass walls. I didn't want It dripping out later. All he’d feel when he woke up was a little soreness, and wetness where my tongue had lubed his Mancunt. When I pulled out, I got a wet cloth and cleaned up his Butt. It was a little red. I put ointment on it, so he wouldn't be aware of the soreness. Eventually I was able to shake him awake enough to get him rolled over and finish the work I'd begun. In no time at all, he’d Cum in my mouth. "Man, my head is fucked up. Take me back to the beach." "Sure thing. Did you have fun, though?" "Loved the Rimming, man. But you're a crazy Dude, trying to screw me like that." "You should try it sometime when your sober." "No way, Man. Take me back to the beach." "Have it your way." Considering his state of inebriation, I had a hard time getting him into clothes—and retrieving the $75 he owed me. We headed to the car, and I got him into the back seat. He rambled on about how he loved Fucking, and wondered if it hurt the girls when he fucked them. No doubt he was recollecting his own copulation a short time ago. By the time we got back to the beach, he was nodding. He dragged his Ass out of the backseat, approached the water, and sank down to slumber. I returned to the house at 3:30.

You’ll be intrigued to know I had a very special young guy yesterday. We originally met in an AOL chat room. He’s 22, sweet, smooth and slim, and goes to the University. He‘s really beautiful; very full, kissable lips; super-soft, sweet buns - with a respectable hard-on. I came home from the dentist yesterday; and I thought I’d use the opportunity to renew my infection, figuring anyone with the Bug could reinfect me through my tender gums. So when I found him online, I invited him over. After the fact, I asked if he was poz. He was super-sure that he wasn’t, which was disappointing. But, hey, I’d already extended the invitation. When he got here and entered the 'naked zone', which is any place beyond the front room, he stripped and almost climbed on my dick. I wasn’t ready for that, so I kissed him to calm him down, knowing full well he was going to get some of the shit from the dentist. He sucked on my gums like he'd never been kissed before. I got him to the bed, and tossed him down with more force than I intended. I think I may have stunned him. In any event, I immediately started rimming his ass like he had been trying to cleanse my tonsils moments before. As he spread his legs to accommodate me, I reached around to feel his considerable piece. I must have made love to his hole for half an hour. His ass tissues had started to swell, and he was bleeding a little from the workout. Excellent. On to the next step. “You like to get fucked?” ‘Love it, but only bareback.” “You've got a deal. Would you like a small dildo to help open you up?" “Yeah, let’s try it!” I have this ridged dildo that invariably roughens ass tissue. In a very short time, his pretty little mancunt would be speckled with blood. I placed the dildo on the ridge of his pussy and rammed it in up to the handle. Not surprisingly he screamed. As I'm not really into inflicting pain, I apologized saying “Sorry, Baby Cakes. I’ll more careful next time.” He responded “Maybe it’d be better if I rode you.” Whereupon he mounted me. All of a sudden, the he couldn't get enough. He slid back on my shaft like he'd been waiting his whole life for that moment. I hardly had to move. He was all rhythm and gyration and bucking and humping - I’d created a monster! Suddenly the moment of climax was upon us. "I’M CUMMIN!" I half expected him to slide off me with that warning, but rather he grabbed my hips so I couldn’t pull out and rammed his ass back down on my dick. I exploded like I hadn't in weeks - all over his bloody ass walls. I was stunned, but at least he took the choice out of my hands. In inexplicably, the kid was weeping. WTF? He slipped off my dick, and as I reached for a clean towel to wipe up the excess cum and lube, he leaned forward and kissed me passionately, all the while weeping. "You're poz, aren't you?" he asked. Utterly confused by his deportment, I replied "I'm afraid so, Baby Cakes, but you never asked.” "You are really, really poz?" "Yes," I assured him, "Unless my doctor has made a major fuck-up, I'm poz." Suddenly his tears came in buckets, and he murmured "Oh thank you so much. Thank you, man. Thank you.” Still in the dark I replied "OK, Baby Cakes, but I don’t get it." “I want to Cum in your mouth. I wanna make you as happy as you’ve just made me. Blow me, please! I've gotta loose a load, and now, and I love blow jobs." I thought - 'this is a guy I can work with, even if I don't get him'. After almost half an hour of pleasuring his rod, and twisting his tits and prostate with my fingers, he finally shot a delicious load of exceptionally thick, salty cum down my throat and on my lips and chin. Like a good fag, he promptly licked the cum off my face, and shared the traces of cum with me in a french kiss. When he finally collapsed on the bed, I gathered him in my arms and kissed him, saying "You got more than you bargained for tonight, Baby Cakes.” His reply was "I doubt it - I doubt I got what I'm hoping for." Now I understood. I’d been planning a mind fuck about pozzing him, only to find out the little fuck was a chaser! His next comment confirmed my interpretation: "I think I'm immune. No matter how much I fuck or with whom I fuck, my test results always come back negative." "Well, Baby Cakes, let’s see if we can change that. I wanna see you again, and I got friends who would love to breed you." I pledged my continued support in a new personal campaign to poz the needy.

**Dallas** I made a mid-summer business trip to Dallas, and had no time to visit the Midtowne Spa to stretch out, suck cock and get my ass a good workout. Finally, in desperation, I called in sick. I cleaned up, cleaned out, and headed to the Spa. It was around 9 PM and quiet. I got a room, lubed up, loosened up with the small Dildo I always pack in my bag, and waited for some hard horny cock to wander in. I always have a good time there, no matter what the day or the hour—just a lot of average Joes looking for sex—no BS, no attitude. Being older (53) has never been a problem, since I keep in good shape. Soon there was a young dude standing over me, stroking my ass and inner thighs. I turned and glimpsed at his sleek physique, glimmering with droplets of water from the shower, and a sizable bulge beneath his damp towel. I reached over and squeezed and stroked his tumescence. The towel fell away, revealing the most beautiful shaft I’ve ever seen - superb tapered head, rigid as steel, and straight as an arrow. Stroking it literally sent thrills up my spine. Without pause I took Its full length down my throat, gently sucking, as he put a hand behind my head and thrust in and out. After a few minutes he pulled out, kissed me deeply, and professed how badly he needed to fuck me. I reached up, pulled him down on top of me, and spread my legs. With his dickhead in my hole, he asked if I really wanted to be fucked. "Shit, yes, man! Fuck me now." "I'm not pulling out 'till I cum - so if you want it, you take it all." "Okay, okay - what ever you say. Just do it. Fuck me now." Effortlessly he slid into my Ass. My mancunt gripped his hot dick and milked it. He started a slow, sweet rhythmic pulsing, tonguing my ears and neck. I was in heaven. I grasped his balls, taking full measure of the cock gliding in and out of me. He continued that slow rhythm, whispering sweet nothings about working up a good load for me, and wanting to plant it deep inside me, where It would be part of me forever. His breathing grew harsh and erratic. Low, guttural groans emerged from his throat, and his arms locked about me like a vise. I had a sudden change of heart about letting him cum in me. "No you don't! You made a commitment, and you're going to keep it - every last toxic drop of my cum." His whole body tensed, forcing himself deeper into me, driving me further into the mattress. My head was jammed in a corner, banging against the wall. I was pinned, unable to move, because of his tenacious brute strength. Through clenched teeth he forced his words into my mouth. "Here it comes, man - F-U-C-K." His fucking grew fierce and violent, slamming my head against the wall with each brutal thrust. The KY or Vaseline, or whatever Lube he’d used, had worn away, so it was raw flesh on flesh, and I could feel my mancunt abrading. "I told you I don't pull out 'till I cum - and I mean it, buddy. I'm going to breed your neg ass." “Please stop - I’ve had enough.” My hole was sore from the bruising. I screamed at him to let me up, but my ass muscles urged him on—like they had a life of their own. And they were stroking him, milking him; and he knew what they craved. He only laughed again and sneered, “Too late, oh yeah!!!" His body tensed; and he jerked, letting out one god-awful shriek. It was unearthly. His whole body convulsed as his cock spasmed in an unending orgasm. At last he was drained, and relaxed his grip on my wrists. He lay there quietly on top of me, still in me. His breathing was soft in my ear; he almost purred like a kitten. My cramped arms relaxed, and I held him tight. Neither of us said anything. Words were not appropriate at that moment. Finally he slid out and released my stiff legs. As I embraced him, he shifted and cuddled against me, and explaining he’d been overcome by a passion he couldn’t explain. Before coming to my room, he’d met up with three of his fuck buds, and had serviced them. Just as I marveled that mine was the fourth ass he'd fucked that night, he divulged all three had fucked him. “I thought you were a top.” “Hell, no. I’m versatile, and get real horny, the more loads I take. That’s probably why I fucked you so, uh, assertively.” He bent over, spreading his ass. A trickle of white ooze leaked out. "C'mon man, eat it, please." I didn't need to be asked twice. I spread his cheeks and nestled my lips in his crack. My tongue slithered into his hole, lapping up the dribbles of cum. He squeezed when he felt my tongue hit his mancunt. The pent-up jism gushed into my mouth, down my throat, down the sides of my face. I sucked his degenerate ass till he was dry, then sat up, sated. An evil smile crossed his face. His glistening cock was turgid again. He pushed me back down. It was easier the second time. My legs automatically spread for him, my salacious ass opened up readily, as my mind and body welcomed his noxious jism. We kissed as he fucked me, remembering the tenderness that initiated the previous fuck. "I'm gonna cum," he whispered. I gripped him hard and wrapped my legs about him. "Do it, man. Breed me! I want your load." He slammed into me and stiffened. His body trembled, followed by massive convulsions as ropes of thick cum gushed into my warm, docile pussy. I held him close for a while till he descended from his sexual high. He stood up to leave. It was getting late, and he had to be at work in the morning. He asked where I was headed. “To Oklahoma City and the Habana Inn,” I avowed, making a spur of the moment decision. As oversexed as I felt, I’d be of no use to my clients until I found further relief. When I got back to the motel, I telephoned the Habana. Fortunately, they had a room. “Book me for tomorrow. I’ll be there around noon.” **Oklahoma City** I rolled into town mid-afternoon. An extra $20 to the Desk Clerk got me a room off the far southeast parking lot, ground floor. Experience taught me that was the best locale in the place for walk-in quickies in the middle of the night. I showered and crashed. I awoke about 10 PM, hard, horny, and thirsty. I put on shorts (backwards) and a tee and headed to the vending machines. On my way back I cruised the courtyard, pleased with the appreciative glances and an invitation or two. I headed back to my room, stripped, lubed up and grabbed my dildo. The tenderness was easing up, and I was ready for more bareback action. It was almost midnight. After unlatching the door, cracking the drapes, and dimming the lights, I stretched out on the bed, naked, well-lubed ass in the air. I was rewarded when the door creaked open and an anonymous male crept in. He took off his clothes and folded neatly them on the chair. He massaged my neck, back, ass, and thighs, whispering softly. When he saw I was awake, he leaned over, kissed me, and asked (asked!!!!) if he could fuck me. I rolled onto my back as he, a nice looking dude in his forties, towered above me. I reached over to stroke his dick and found It hard and dripping with precum. He wiggled his hand into my crack and forced three fingers into my slot. He climbed atop me, spread my legs, and hooked them over his shoulders. His shaft entered my Hole, and he slid It in gently. That took my breath away—the ass-distending sensation, and the rhythmic pounding of his cock as it hammered in me. My hands encircled his shoulders, and I told him how good he felt. “I love your ass. It’s so hot and wet. I want to cum in you. But you gotta tell me OK. Can I cum in you?” "Why do you ask? No one ever asks. Just do it." “Because I want your acquiescence when I shoot. I want you to embrace my seed as It penetrates your inner tissue. I want you to commit to a liaison that’ll unite us forever.” Holy shit, what gave with guy? All I wanted was a simple fuck, and he elevates it to a religious experience. I said nothing. He began to pull out. Apparently he was adamant about obtaining my approval. "No, wait - I want you to shoot in me!" He sighed, as if he were relieved of some odious burden. For some reason, he needed my verbal concurrence. With one final lunge, he spasmed. "I'm cummin'. Take my seed. Love it. Embrace it." I swear to god I could almost hear his sperm gushing into me. "Oh yeah, man. Breed me, please." The pleasure on his face intensified as my ass muscles milked his cock, avidly accepting his offering. When he finally pulled out, he ran his fingers over my stomach, and kissed it. “Any regrets?” “None, whatsoever. I’d like to do this again on my next trip.” He dressed, and got ready to leave. We exchanged names and email addresses. I awoke in time to check out. While rushing around getting cleaned up and packed, I reached behind and opened myself up with my fingers. Only a small amount of jizm came out. Where was the rest? Absorbed? Probably. **CHICAGO ** I started the long trek back to Illinois, horny enough for a 198 mile detour up to 'Man’s Country' in Chicago. It was Saturday afternoon, and it didn’t take long for a nice average Joe to jump my bones. We made out and stroked each other when, without a word, he pushed me on my back, spread my legs on his shoulders, and slid his generous cock up my ass. He plowed into me with slow, deliberate strokes, almost pulling out, gliding all the way back in. I loved his technique, and the total concupiscent expression on my face must have left him no doubt that I was appreciative. Yeah, he was just your 25 year old average Joe; but I sensed he could be my best fuck ever. "You know I'm not wearing a condom. That okay with you?" "I only do bareback." "You poz?" "Don't know. Might be. Probably am. Never been tested. You?" He did not answer. An evil, mischievous grin crossed his face. “I’M going to cum in you. I never pull out." He apparently anticipated I’d resist, (as if!). He leaned over further, pushed my legs against the wall, raised my ass further into the air, and pressed his parted lips against mine. His pace quickened. I was immobilized by his weight and position. Aside from physical discomfort, I was in heaven. He was hitting my prostate on each stroke. "Oh buddy - I'm cumming!" I felt endless long spasms as torrents of cream invaded my wet pink hole which was happily caressing his twitching cock. He held me till he calmed down, but his cock remained hard and buried to the hilt. "By the way, are you poz? You never answered." He responded "I never do." We remained locked together until he relaxed enough to fall out. I licked the remaining drops of oozing poz jizz off his dick, and we lay there embracing. I wondered if he was deliberately biding his time, until his venom infiltrated my bloodstream. I heaved a heavy sigh, in spite of myself, and assured him all was well with the world. That was the first poz load I’d ever knowingly taken. **Home to Springfield** I left there fulfilled. I hadn’t cum the whole trip, but no matter. It was cum I was after, and I’d had plenty of that. I took the long way home—country back roads all the way to the house. Around eleven I made a super-hot bath in the jacuzzi and crashed. Two weeks later I came down with the flu, fever, and night sweats—the trio that led me to believe I’d converted. Except for the night sweats, the whole shebang lasted less than a week. Two years have come and gone by since the trip. In the months intervening, I’ve taken at least a dozen poz loads. Most of the dudes thought I was neg and aiming at staying that way. My doc wants me to get tested, but I refuse. I will not give up poz bareback fucking. Overall, I’m healthy. My gut tells me that it was the guy at the Midtowne who converted me. I figure guys in Oklahoma City and Chicago were also poz. But I’m somehow think it was the Texan was first. Regardless, all three played major rolls in my conversion. All in all, however, it was my own doing—I’d spread my legs and let ‘em fuck and cum in me, when I knew it was risky. Of course I top on occasion, confess I relish the idea of shooting poz cum into a neg ass. I’ve come to appreciate Viagra more and poppers less. A surprising number of younger guys are into the daddy/son scene. And since we’re in the boonies, its not politic to raise poz/neg issues during sex.

At the Brooklyn/Queens Pride Parade, I met this really cute Puerto Rican boy. Richard (he goes by Ricardo) was 22, thin, pretty, and queeny. My buds and I were standing next to him and his friends, watching the events. I’d noticed how cute he was, and gave him the eye. His friends were loud and boastful, but he was well aware of my cruising. I excused myself from the gang, gave him a parting glance, and walked away. Since the Parade was near a park, I headed in that direction. Sure enough, he followed. I slowed down, so he could catch up. We chit-chatted, and I told him how cute and sexy he was. He ate that up. We gabbed for 15 minutes. He asked where I was going, and I said the restrooms. I told him I had to take care of business because all those cute guys at the Parade, present party included, had got me hot and bothered. His beautiful face lit up. He asked if I needed help. I thought he'd never ask, and we made our way to the johns. It was mid-afternoon, and the restroom was deserted. It had a double door and stank of piss and shit, which got my dick hard like a rock. I went in the last stall, and Ricardo followed me. I kissed him softly and romantically. I could tell he was that type. I then pulled out my stiff cock and he went down on me without invitation. I sat him on the toilet, face-fucked him, and let him suck me. He was a natural-born cocksucker. When I tweaked his nips, he almost swallowed my leg. I told him I was gonna fuck him and make his ass feel real good. He moaned in agreement. I turned him around and lubed his hole with spit. He asked if I had a condom, and I answered 'no'. I asked him if he was safe, and he said "Yeah, I'm NEG , and didn't fuck around much." I, of course, lied when I said I was NEG. I rubbed my cock in his crack and tweaked his nips again. I whispered he was perfect for fucking. I promised to take it slow and easy, and would pull out before I came [yeah, right!] He was so hot and horny, he couldn’t wait. I fucked him for a quarter hour, and told him I was gonna cum. He moaned and pressed back on my rod. He panted, “Yeah, cum in my ass. Gimme your load!” I pounded his cunt a few more strokes and shot a huge load of POZ jizm up his man pussy, working my poison venom in good. I love the way my cream made his cunt all sloppy. I pulled out and, without instruction, he cleaned me off. Like a good bottom! We hooked up the next day and I fucked him, both times bareback and of course I splashed POZ jism up his ass. Aside from possibly converting him, I can only hope Ricardo is now fully hooked on bareback sex!

I was a week into my “Johnny VirusSeed” tour of the US and Canada. So far my breeding count was five. I bagged number five that morning. I was in my underwear watching a sex vid, when this hot little number peered through the crack in the door. I invited him in. He made the first move, massaging my engorged cock through my briefs. I unzipped his trou, and out popped the sexiest little five inch bent cock. We stroked each other, and I led him to the bed. I stripped off his clothes, revealing a tight muscular bod, with just a light dusting of chest hair. He fucked my face. As I sucked him, he moaned about how good my mouth felt and urged me to fuck his sweet Ass. I didn’t need any further encouragement. I got behind him, gave him a hit of my Poppers, licked his tight Hole, and ogled his absolutely symmetrical Butt. I applied a small amount of lube to my Shaft and dove in. He groaned and backed up on my Cock. He was as tight as they cum. I fucked him Doggie-Style a while, and he asked if I liked his Hole, and if It felt good. He sure was anxious to please. I told him he had a great Ass, raised his legs to my shoulders and rammed it back in. “Play with my Tits, Boy!” He did, and that made me pump harder and faster. He said he wanted my Fist up his Ass. I would have loved to oblige, but was too close to Cumming, and spewed a small Lake up his Guts. His eyes widened when he realized I was Cumming. I told him he was full of my man juice now. He shot without touching himself. I pulled out, and some of my Seed rolled down his thighs. As he wiped up, he asked if there was anything he should worry about. “Nothing to speak of.” Why should I lie? One day he’d thank me for the POZZING. To assuage any doubts, I asked him same thing. “Course not. I wouldn’t BAREBACK if I had anything.” That evening I cruised the Hotel, leaning against the balcony railing, gazing down into some muscle dude’s room, when a good looking, thirtyish guy happened by. He gave me a look-see, then glanced toward the gym bunny’s quarters. “How’s it going?” “OK,” I replied. “You staying here at the Hotel. “Yep. Are you?” “No. Just visiting.” And then I noticed the big ole fat wedding ring on his finger---BOING! Married Dudes are PROOF POZITIVE that GAY GIFTING needn’t be gender-specific. I asked if he were looking for someone. “I think I’ve found him.” “Let’s go to my room.” When I closed the door, he went NUTS. He must have been starved for ManSex, because he couldn’t get enough. He licked my hairy chest, and popped the hardest boner I’d seen in a long time. He was ALL OVER ME, so I took him to bed. He stripped, and went to work on my Balls. He rimmed my Hole, then sucked my Cock. I told him that he was a Sex Starved Faggot, and the only thing that would satisfy his Craving would be if I shot a huge Load up his Ass. He groaned in agreement and worked my Pole ebulliently. I continued to talk Shit to him, getting him ever more Hot and Bothered. I told him that, Married or not, he was a Queer Faggot Cocksucker. I flipped him over on his stomach and tore into his Ass. He screamed in Pain and Pleasure. I asked if he wanted my Seed, and he begged me to Breed him. Who was I to decline? I spermed his Neg Ass good and deep and pumped his Married Mancunt full of POZ JIZZ. The Cocksucker thanked me. I hoped I’d given him something to remember me by, and he’d pass it on to his Woman. I wouldn’t want the Little Lady left out. I could hardly believe the Abercrombie type I did the next morning. In the afternoon, I took on the gym bunny one floor down. So the count stood at eight, maybe more, counting spouses. In the morning I checked out for Denver. I had three, maybe four, Neg Holes lined up there.

I wanted to get POZZED because of a POZ Boyfriend I had in ’96. He was all I ever wanted in a guy, but we never did it bareback because he didn’t wish the virus (and the opportunistic infections and meds with their side effects) on anyone. He was just too nice a guy. After he died (even the good die young), I moved to NYC because it was allegedly a slut’s paradise. Not true - it was Gulliani Time. American hero, my ass! Anyway, the bottom Line is, I BECAME OBSESSED WITH GETTING POZZED. I’m just a nice-looking buy who works out. Good bod, chem friendly, masculine, tight, BI (at the time). Just the type dudes like to convert. I’m actually more of a top, so it was more of a matter of attracting bottoms and convincing them to flip. I tried for almost three years, generally seeing the same counselor four times. Finally he asked, "What are you trying to do? Catch the virus?" He’d hit the nail on the head, which got me leaking so badly, it stained through my shorts. Fearful of the consequences of being truthful, I lied. After each visit to the clinic, I’d head over to the West Side Club. Just before a guy would shoot, I’d ask "Your charged up?” or “You poz?" If the guy said "No," I’d move on. Numerous times I had NEG guys admit they were POZ when they saw what I wanted. And I’d hop back on ‘em (which was they wanted, too). One guy told me I should try the East Side Club. Older Guys who were more likely POZ. I tried that, but many of them were not versatile enough to swing both ways. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I even cruised my doctor’s office in Chelsea. And I kept my eyes open when I walked past the GMHC AIDS place on 26th. It got to the point where I asked guys to take their meds while they fucked me. But I realized I was probably taking spunk from very low viral load boys. I was so completely obsessed, I started doing research on the impact of VL on infection probability. One day I read about this dude in the Village who’d infected his boyfriend with a drug resistant super strain. Of course, the names had been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. In very short order, I tracked ‘em down. It’s not hard to do once guys understand you have only the best of intentions—like getting pozzed. I’m certain they finally pozzed me 'cause I didn’t do any other fucking around while I awaited my latest test results with almost Dickensian Great Expectations. I got the last laugh on that stupid ass counselor. So I personally think you gotta do a dude with a potent strain or at least a very high viral load. I do wish I’d been more intimate with the couple who POZZED ME. There’s nothing I can do to repay the debt of gratitude I and so many others owe them. Of course they’re dead now, so it doesn’t matter, anyway. Theirs was a strain made in heaven, and, by my best calculations, the answer to the prayers (and dying wishes) of at least a dozen other NEG and POZ guys whom I’ve bred.

I've recently acquired a taste for younger men, so when my business travels took me recently to Tucson, I let a room near the University, and, at a gay-friendly bar just off campus, easily picked up a kid, who couldn’t have been more than a sophomore. Honestly, he looked barely old enough to drink, but he knew the right come-ons, telling me at the outset I was just his type, a nice mature Daddy, with lots of facial hair. How flattering! That made it easy. I drove a circuitous route to the motel so he couldn’t track me later. From the moment we walked through the door, he wanted to give head, so I let him, but after a couple of minutes asked "You wanna rim my ass, too, kid?” “Ohhhhhhh yeahhhh, Daddy!” “Shove your tongue up my hole, nice and deep! Taste my ass juices.” He complied with an eagerness that suggested the time was ripe to crank the session to another level, so I announced “Okay, kid. Now its time to get fucked!” “No, man, I don't get fucked.” "Too bad, shit head. When you walked through the door, is it possible I failed to inform you that you had given up your rights? Your ass is now mine.” In the ensuing tussle, he quickly discovered his desire to escape was no match for my need to seed. In short order, my bare cock was soon gliding in and out of his hole, lubed only by my spit and his ass slobber. I could tell why he didn't like to be fucked: his hole was as tight as any I’ve ever encountered, which meant every stroke must have torn up his rectum. “Fuck, Daddy! You're not wearing a condom!” Don't worry, Baby Cakes, my HIV hasn’t progressed that far.” “You’ve got AIDS?” “Technically speaking, NO, Baby Cakes. Just HIV. HIV matures into AIDS. As it will in your case. Wanna freak? It turns me on when fags freak. Go ahead, freak out. Maybe I’ll blow another load up your ass.” Freak he did, shivering and sobbing uncontrollably for the next 20 minutes, feeling sorry for his future, which I’d just so unconscionably stolen. I never did pull out, but rather, as promised, after only a few easy strokes, deposited a second deadly load up his ass. Afterwards I wordlessly guided the dumbfounded youth back to my car, drove the same serpentine route to the bar, planted a twenty in his pocket, thereby officially designating the little fuck as a male whore, and told the shit to get the fuck outta my sight. Somewhere in AZ there’s an ex-Angel, his previously pristine anatomy irreparably declining in the presence my death seed—because I willed it. Which makes me so fucking proud when I contemplate the obscenity. Welcome, junior, wherever you are, to the Sacred Order of AIDS.

Memorial Day Weekend I visited my old Boyfriend, Joey, and his new Lover in Phoenix. We’d split the year before when he moved. In the turmoil that followed, I’d played the field---and got POZZED---while Joey acquired a new Boyfriend. He introduced me. I was impressed. I couldn’t have picked better myself. Ralphie was 26, 5’9” 145, a muscular, slightly feminine jock with shocks of wavy blonde hair so thick I was instantly jealous. I felt my Cock twitch. One of the things Joey insisted on in his Mates was that they be DDF. Smoke Pot, or contract any STD, no matter how minor, and you were out---no If’s, And’s, or Butt’s. I’d been like that till we split; and when I got POZZED, I blamed Joey; although I realized I was ultimately responsible for my Fate. It didn’t matter. My resentment was irrational, but intense nonetheless; and it festered. So it was with contempt that I reviewed the Lab Report from Ralphie’s last HIV Test, and formulated a Plan to pay Joey back for his high-handed dissolution of our once sacrosanct relationship. The next morning, I got up early. While I was still naked and Joey asleep, I awakened Ralphie on the pretext of searching for coffee. I told him I needed to get something out of my car. He accompanied me to the Garage, where I put the make on him, wrapping my arms around him, and kissing him deeply. The drowsy bastard tried to resist, but then Lust got the best of him. I had his shorts off in no time. When I fingered his Hole, he begged me to wait. He went into the house, while I opened the trunk, pulled out my sleeping bag, and spread it neatly, doubled up, on the floor. Mindful of Joey’s eccentricities, Ralphie returned with KY and a Condom. I ripped open the packet, and ostentatiously rolled the Condom over my Dick. I lifted his legs, lubed his Hole, and slid in. I Fucked him for ten minutes before whispering that I really preferred it doggy-style. Ralphie was so hot, he didn’t care how he got Fucked. As he got on his elbows and knees, I pulled off the Condom. I moved in behind him and slid my bare cum-oozing Cock up his Ass. I pulsed slowly at first, but soon really got into it and rammed my Charged Load up his Ass. When my orgasm subsided, I told Ralphie to wait and went to the kitchen. I put a squirt of Ivory Liquid in the empty Condom, and wet a hand towel. I went back to the Garage, made a show of displaying the pseudo-cum-Condom, and wiped the excess POZ Jizz from around Ralphie’s Hole. Just in case he was one of those Dudes who Shit after Fucking, I lay down beside him for 20 minutes, whispering sweet nothings, so my Load would be absorbed in his bloodstream. I wondered how long it would be before Joey inherited the Bug. Two weeks, maybe a month, knowing Joey’s predilection for Sex. Of course they’d tie it all back to me. But the damage would be done, and I’d cheerfully confess. What were they gonna do? Kill me? I’d already done that to myself. Don’t let anybody fool you. Revenge is sweet, saith the Lord.

From my first encounter with two guys in a cube in a bathhouse here in Los Angeles, I came away more horny and piggy than ever. I engaged in an orgy of sex in the darkened back room, where numerous Loads found my Target—so that the Tops navigating my Pussy found their Joy Sticks afloat in a morass of Jizm. You know how an Ass full of Cum makes that distinct squishy sound? Well, that fit me to a tea. I had taken between 10 and 12 Loads, presumably much of them poz. I don's descriminate - I'm happy to be bred by any guy. Spunk clung to my Balls and dripped down my thighs, and I reeked of the scent of Poppers and Cum—the signature stench of a Pig Being Bred. When I got home I went looking for more, and found a Twink, 25, online. He ate out my Pussy, fed it back to me in oral tongue lashings, then spunked me again. Because the Spooge in my Mancunt had ripened with age, the onslaught was more messy than his predecessors. My whole apartment reeked of Poppers and Cream. Before taking a shower, I squeezed out the Spooge—just to measure the volume—one viscous puddle, a full five inches across—a toxic potion, no doubt—the product of being bred again and again.

The 18 year old I'm dating is a really sweet kid. I almost LOVE him—at least as close to LOVE as I’m likely to get. It gives me such Pleasure to see how he’s progressed—from a Nerd to a Proud and Prolific Gay Man. And it gives me Great Pride to know I SEEDED HIM FIRST and HE CARRIES MY BUG. Great Feeling! I’ve considered asking him to move in. Right now he’s rooming with two dudes: one about his age; the other, 24 or 25. Brian says they’re just Roomies, but I wonder. The Younger is cute, Straight, and not very bright. I'll get around to drilling his Ass. The Older is a Jerk, the type I’d POZ out of spite. Brian is smart, but what he knows about sex, you could put in a thimble. I keep telling him to wait 12 weeks before getting tested—but he says he can never abstain for that long. He may be sharing my Bug with his roommates, including the Creep, and not even know it. I love it! Ignorance is bliss, so they say. So my dilemma is—do I ask him to move in with me and enjoy the fruits of my labour—or let him circulate and do my Gifting for me? All of us should have such a quandary! Brian and I went to Cleveland for the Fourth and hooked up with some Buds at the Leather Stallion. It was packed early on, guys prepping for Fireworks—getting juiced—and a lot of MANJUICE flowing down their gullets. Six of us went to the Fireworks. We were pretty wasted by Dark, and, I honestly don’t know which DICKS went in what HOLES. I’ll bet a lot of families got eyefuls. Afterwards, we went back to the Club. About 20 of us stayed After Hours and slept there—butts and mouths all over the floor—and in Slings. You know some NEG holes got bred. There were a lot of Preppy types there for the Holiday—checking out the “notorious” Leather Bar. I don’t think they realized how seriously we take our Gifting. I seeded an guy who’d cum in for a Look-See.. Bad choice on his part. I don't think he planned to get Screwed. But I needed to Fuck. Brian was off doing some dude in the corner, so I gave him a Ruff-and-Tumble in the john. With the Gouging I gave him—I’ll bet he got a LIVE CHARGE. YES, I BELIEVE IN POZZING—WHENEVER, WHEREVER, WHATEVER and WHOMEVER I CAN. It’s amazing the number of FAGGOTS who profess not to want it—but make it so easy.

I visited my old college roommate and his wife. We’d always been close. I had gone to their wedding. They gave birth to their Son the same year we graduated—named the Kid after me. We've stayed in touch over the years. The Kid grew into a strapping young man, a fine looking youth, 5’10”, 160, ever so slightly effeminate. Great tan—but that was to be expected—they lived in Tucson. To resolve your prurient interests—NO, I DID NOT FUCK HIM IN FRONT OF HIS PARENTS—it got better than that. I ran into the Kid at the Gay bar I frequent when I’m in town. To say that we were surprised to see each other was an understatement. I looked away—giving him the option to flee undetected; but, instead, he came over to talk to his “Uncle”. “Surprised to see you here, Uncle Ken.” “The feeling is mutual, Joey.” “Come here often?” "Almost daily since I turned 21. Does my Dad know you're Gay?" "Ever since College. How about you?" “Both Mom and Dad know.” What I never told anyone was my Status. That was for me to know and the World to find out. “Did you guys ever Play?" "A little, but I liked your Mom, so I let him date her; and look what happened….” I stared down at his crotch.” He blushed. “Joey, are you Bi or Gay?” "Gay. Actually I prefer older guys like yourself. I don't go for the college crowd or married dudes.” I got to thinking how hot it would be to Fuck my Namesake, the Son of my Old College Buddy. Serve him right for marrying that stupid Bitch. POZ HIM, if I really got lucky. Joey finished his drink, swirling his glass so the ice cubes collided and tinkled. My move. "Like to stop over my hotel?" "Why not?” "AIDS was why not. Though I wasn’t about to admit it. No sooner did we get in the door, than he stripped off his clothes. I did the same. We scooted onto the bed and kissed and embraced. He had a lovely tight ass that begged to be fucked. And I was just the guy to accommodate him. He went down on my dick, sucking and swallowing. All I had to do was lean back and enjoy it. When he came up for a kiss, I couldn't help wonder if he’d ever think of me as just “Uncle” again. And me? What was I thinking? Dammed if I wasn’t determined to give him the Death Fuck. It’d be so hot—screwing this little Faggot I’d known since Diapers. He kissed me, working my nips. I gave him the Judas kiss. He was already rock hard, no doubt fantasizing about my Death Stick. He lavished spit on my shaft, mouthing my balls, tonguing my hole, till I couldn’t take anymore. "I wanna suck you, Joey.” "I’d rather get fucked, Uncle Ken. I've only been screwed by young kids and strangers. Now I wanna get fucked by my own flesh and blood.” Though I wasn’t related, he’d cum regard me as Family, and was begging for it. That absolved me of guilt for what might be forthcuming. I’d been seduced. So I gave him the cushiest Rimming of his whole Fuckin’ Life. It drove him Bananas. He was so up for his Daddy-Fuck, that he moaned and begged me to Screw him. So I lifted his legs and plunged in. It was CRAZY—WONDERFUL—ECSTATIC—POZZING THE SON OF MY EX-LOVER—infecting his AssCunt, his Blood, with my Venomous Precum, contaminating his Gonads with Death and Disease. I fucked him without mercy. The little Shit didn't even ask about Condoms. He just let me Fuck him, with nary a whimper! His younger boy lovers must have thrown him off guard. Maybe he was even a Chaser! I didn't go there. I pounded away for 10 minutes and asked him how he was doing, though I could tell from his moans and the way I assaulted his Prostrate, he was doing just fine. "Shoot your Load in me, Uncle Ken. Make me your Slut!" “My pleasure, Joey.” I was getting hornier by the second. Had not the little Fucker begged me to do him? Was it not my obligation and duty to screw up his Puny Existence? Suddenly I was back in College where I’d given four of my cohorts the Syph. None of them figured out it was me. I smiled as I watched them traipse back from the Clinic, humiliated, declining my solicitations for sex. I'd done that for the Hell of It—like I was doing it now. Only Syph wasn’t fatal. This would be, I vowed. About that time I exploded in his gut with what must have been my Biggest Load ever. I could tell from his Tightness that he hadn’t Fucked much—which improved my chances of Bruising him up—which enhanced the odds for Infection—which caused me to spasm long after I’d shot. Besides, he’d been violently bucking back on my Shaft, which could only help matters. And when I exploded, he spewed his own fucking Load all over our stomachs and chests. "Sorry I couldn't hold back, Uncle Ken." "That's all right, Joey,” I gasped, as I lapped up what I could and sucked the rest off my fingers. The last Neg load of this poor Motherfucker was important to my Bug-ravaged psyche. I made no effort to pull out, and let my diseased cum incubate in the dark, fertile warmth of his AssCunt. He, likewise, made no attempt to withdraw. He just kept his Ass plastered back on my Cock, clenching his Sphincter, milking every last venomous drop from my Shaft. "Can you cum again?" "Want me to?" "Yeah. I love being fucked—by my Uncle.” I hadn't lost the Erection that had seeded him—the most significant Fuck of his Life. He rocked back and forth on my Dick. It wasn't long till I spasmed again; and spewed forth a second, less generous, but equally toxic Load. He was working his own Shaft by then, beating it hard, his breath cumming in gasps, so I slipped my lips over his piss-slit as his Cream gushed down my throat. After a lingering, passionate kiss, a thick rope of Cum tethered his lips to mine. Joey was full of surprises. "You’re POZ, aren’t you, Uncle Ken?" "How’d you know?” "Just a guess, really. You’re older; been Fuckin’ longer than me; had plenty of time to get POZZED. Did you give me the Bug?" "You know it. Whether I’ve POZZED you or not is a different story, but I've bred others on the First Fuck." "I'm not exactly a Chaser. But I'm glad it was you. I like keeping the Shit in the Family." There again was a reference to that flesh-and-blood stuff. Even I might begin to believe it. After all, they say POZZED BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER. "If you take good care of yourself, you’ll last 20 years. You’ll cycle through Meds, until they all stop working. You’ll lose weight, grow weak, get hospitalized; and that’s it. Then all you can do is rely on the others you’ve POZZED to carry on the Tradition. That’s why GIFTING is so important.“ "Mom and Dad will assume it was one of my ANONYMOUS TRICKS. But I don’t look at it your way. I figure, in 20 years, there’ll be a CURE. I got no worries.” "Yeah, maybe so," I affirmed, not terribly convinced. The Kid struck me as one who might never take Meds, in which case he didn’t have 20 years. Meanwhile, I was like floating on Cloud Nine—I’D JUST BUGGED MY EX-LOVER’S OFFSPRING. Served him right for fuckin’ that Bitch. I wondered how many of my other ex’s had Scions that needed attention. I was hard again by the time he walked out the door. We had lunch the next afternoon, and I sat adjacent to Joey who tried to play Footsy under the table. On the way out, he whispered he’d stop by that evening. The rest of the day I basked in the glow of AIDS FUCKS—PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. I had a Client to prepare for, but let it slide, alternately dozing and watching TV, till there came a knock at the door.

When I was 20, and still NEG, I dated a cute little number named Greg. He was a sweet, innocent boy about my age, 5'4", great build, hot little butt, and I thought of his cock—6”, huge head, dark-coloured, bulging vein—as an ANGRY RED CLUB. Although I’m a TOP, I wondered what it would be like to take that ANGRY RED CLUB up my ass, figuring the head would be hardest, and after that the shaft would cum easy. Well, while Greg's cock was hot, his ass was not to be believed! Every time I looked at Greg's butt, I wanted in it; but whenever I'd maneuver my hard-on against his mancunt, he’d say he was not into ‘cock-tails’. Ha-ha! He said he'd been fucked once, and it bored him to death. How badly I wanted to 'bore' him! Anyway, our sex life consisted of cuddling, sucking, and masturbating. Take a steady diet of that—and talk about boring! Greg and I went together for about three months; and while the sex was OK, he always left me horny. He loved to make out and cuddle, which was fine; but with a body like his, I wished he had more sex drive. After a few months, Greg and I drifted apart. I wanted more; and he wanted less. Greg had a twin brother named Garrett, who was widely rumored to be poz. Garrett and his BF Eddie would occasionally double-date, and once, when I asked Greg if what they said about Garrett was true, he nodded sagely, commenting that Garrett’s experience should be a lesson to anyone contemplating playing the field. Maybe so, but that didn’t make him any less attractive. Twin or not, Garrett was the exact opposite of Greg. He was extremely devilish, always flirting, spouting risqué innuendos and licentious double entendres. And, as you might suspect, considering his status, he was a hell of a lot sexier than Greg. He obviously got around, in spite of his BF. One night at a party a drunk approached us, and asked Greg if he was as big as his brother. “I almost choked to death on the damn thing last night,” the playmate confided. Three months after we’d split, I ran into Garrett. I hadn’t learned any of the lessons Greg had in mind, because my cock was doing my thinking, and I went home with him. It was weird being back in the same house, in the same bed, almost. I was afraid of how Greg might react, but Garrett assured me he was gone for the weekend. Garrett had a nice-sized cock too. It was smooth, pale, with a typical head. As with Greg, our sex consisted of oral. A few weeks later I again ran into Garrett and told him how I wished he’d fuck my brains out. Yes, my mouth was engaged before my brain was in gear. He replied "I’d like nothing better. Next time, for sure." Six months went by. I was back at the bar; and Greg and Garrett walked in, arm in arm—like lovers. Word on the street was that’s what they’d become, that Greg had apparently done an about-face, the brothers had 'rediscovered' each other, and now all three of them (including Eddie, the BF) were poz. The guys split as soon as they got in the door. Greg saw me first. Despite all the scuttlebutt about brotherly love, he seemed to be the same old, sweet innocent boy; we talked for ages about old times and old friends. After a while, Garrett came over and gave me a long, searching glance, and then announced "Greg, I’ve met someone. You take the car." I sat there speechless, recalling our one night together and trying to understand what I had heard of their present relationship. As Greg and I had pretty much talked ourselves out, he took the keys, said how great it’d been to see me again, and kissed me goodnight and split. No sooner had he left, than Garrett said "Seems like I need a ride home. Can you give me a lift?" I stumbled, “I thought you and Greg are….” “A marriage of convenience. Comes from having a hot body under the same roof. But we play whenever we want, with whomever we want. That’s our agreement. Comprende? Let’s give Greg a chance to get home and fall asleep. Or he’ll wonder what I'm doing home so early." We stayed at the bar a while longer. A few hours later Garrett and I sneaked in the house, and tiptoed up to Garrett's room, which adjoined Greg's, but it was obvious Greg wasn’t asleep. The sounds of bedsprings and oouh’s and ahhhhhh’s from behind the closed door painted a vivid sex picture of what was occurring. “It’s just Greg and Eddie fooling around,” Garrett assured me. In no time Garrett had me on my stomach, plowing my ass. Then there was a distinct, quiet cough. We paused, to see Greg, naked in the doorway, fingering the ANGRY RED CLUB. “Jimmy, you still want my ass?” Garrett pulled me up to my knees and gestured for Greg lay down beside us. Greg then lifted his legs and I generously lubed his man cunt, working one finger, then two into his hole. Garrett meanwhile liberally anointed my cock, lined me up with Greg's pussy, only to shove his big dick up my ass, which drove me into Greg’s hole. Garrett also firmly grasped me by the waist and pumped my hole, which compelled me, in turn, to plow Greg. I couldn't believe what was happening. Ten minutes later Greg said, "Jimmy, I wanna fuck you.” Garrett held the ANGRY RED CLUB straight up, and had me slowly descend on it. I’d been right. Once the huge head forced its way past my sphincter, I quickly engulfed the whole shaft. Garrett told me to give Greg a kiss, and as I leaned forward, I felt Garrett’s cock explore my already occupied hole. I was about to protest I couldn't take two, when Garrett, with brutal dispassionate cunning, rammed his dick into my distended pussy, right next to Greg's shaft I screamed in agony, but my cock remained hard, sandwiched between my stomach and Greg’s abs. On the bottom, all Greg could do was go through the motions, awkwardly plunging in an out of my aAss, an inch, maybe two. Garrett, on Top, was calling the shots, fucking me like there was no tomorrow. Tormented, I bellowed in ecstasy as I shot the last neg load of my life; and Garrett and Greg exploded their poz loads up my ass. The next afternoon I limped to the phone to answer call. The double-fuck had taken its toll. It’d be days before my ass would recover. Anyhow, Eddie, Garrett’s BF, was on the line, extending an invitation, on behalf of the trio, for me to move in. I joked that I wasn’t sure I could take three at a time, but Eddie solemnly declared that was not a prerequisite—since he was strictly a bottom. Actually, there was no decision to make. I realized that I was still in love with Greg, whose poz transformation suited me to a T. And, although I was talking to Eddie, I knew the real invitation had been extended last night; and that I’d accepted.

Over the past 6 years, BAREBACKING and taking POZ CUM have become a way of life for me. I’m a CUM JUNKIE and have taken thousands of loads. I am highly promiscuous and like a variety of men. I’m such a CUM PIG that, daily, I exchange body fluids with an average of 3 of my fellows. That’s 20 a week, 100 a month, 1000 a year, give or take some. Over time, it’s become impossible for me to chronicle all my Flings, so let’s just call this a Synopsis. The scene is TRAX, last Saturday night. A friend of mine had flown down from San Francisco. Of course, he’s a rookie in the HIV department. He’s only recently POZ. I got full-blown AIDS—got the KS lesions to prove it. That’s why I prefer to Fuck in the Dark. I popped a Viagra before leaving home. Big mistake—we got caught up in traffic caused by an accident. My cock was on fire as we sat in the car. When we got there, the ease of parking more than made up for the traffic. Those of you know TRAX know it’s almost impossible to park after midnight. Again, no queue at the door. It seemed a slow night. There couldn’t have been more than 400 guys there. On the weekend, it’s usually twice that. But for those of you unacquainted with such matters, a lot of times “Fewer is Better.” I told my friend to explore, and headed downstairs to the “Darkroom.” A hand grabbed my ass. It was one of my Regulars. I always let him screw me, but its strange how his cock hurts. He’s only 5-1/2 inches and not discernibly rough, but his shaft always kills me. One night he was the first to do me; and my ass pained me so much, I had to go home. I wasn’t ready for that, so I ignored his advances. There was this tall thin skinny Kid in front of me. He looked in his 20’s. I felt his Ass. It was Cummy. He was there for only one Purpose; and with the Viagra, I needed Relief. I pulled his Butt back against me and untethered my Shaft. I love an Ass full of Cum. I Fucked him for a good 30 minutes. With Viagra I can go on forever—much to the discomfiture of my Bottoms. But I needed some Dick in me, and turned back to Killer-Cock, who was standing behind me. What the hell! I needed it bad! I lubed up his Dick and guided it in me. He fucked like a Rabbit. It hurt, but with Poppers, the discomfort was minimal. With one final jab, he shot deep in my Ass. A ton of NEG—or POZ— jizz ran down my thighs. I don’t know his Status, but for a NEG, he plays footloose with a lot of POZ dudes. The next guy I’d seen on the Scene, but we’d never coupled. His was my age with a beautiful Biohazard Tattoo. I wanted to ask him who’d done that to him (I mean the Tattoo—not that I’d want one—I prefer an element of surprise). I went down on his 6” cock and PA. I didn’t suck him for long. I needed to get Fucked. No need for Lube. Killer-Cock had probably given me enough Natural Lube for the night. As Tattoo shoved it in me. I took a hit of my Poppers. The Poppers, his PA, his Biohazard Tattoo and what it told me about him—all of these combined for a natural High. I was like floating on air. The Dude wasn’t too gentle—I grabbed hold of a Bystander, who rammed his 9-incher down my throat. Mr. Tattoo was bellowing something, but with the cacophony and amplified music I had no idea what he was babbling. He let out a loud moan and blasted his Deadly Cargo up my Hole. Four squirts and then, exhausted, he collapsed on my back. I clenched my ass muscle to milk every drop of his POZ JIZZ, the most precious kind. He pulled out. We exchanged a long, wet kiss; and he left. The guy with the Monster Cock turned me around. I was dying for liquid refreshment, but with me FUCKING has always transcended comfort, survival and health. He wanted me to suck his 9-inches, but I begged him to FUCK me. It took him forever to line up with my hole. I grasped his Monster Shaft to guide it in me, but the stupid Fuck had wrapped it in Latex. NO WAY! THE CARDINAL SIN! I rejoined my Buddy. Several joints later, I returned to the Darkroom where I took another 6 loads. One guy fucked me, stopped short, and walked off. I pursued him. “What’s wrong?” He apologized for cumming in me. “I PREFER it that way.” He said it wasn’t OK, that he had “THE BUG.” I kissed him and uttered the wisest of truths: “AROUND HERE, WHO DOESN’T?” My California Buddy was fatigued and ready to leave. On the way out, we passed a Muscle Boy in a Sling. I couldn’t resist. I hope the Cocksucker enjoys the Cross-Strain.

I think Gay Men have it all over Straight Men when it cums to losing their Virginity because we can do it three ways. First you fuck a guy; and, second, the guy fucks you; and third, the guy KNOCKS YOU UP. Do I make myself clear? I've always been kind of Anal, even before I knew that two guys could Fuck and all about AIDS. FUCKING has always been a fixation with me, and when HIV came along, it was like Color TV. I had to be the first on my block to have it. At age 6 I remember my best friend finger-fucking me. I can be sure of my age because his family moved away after first grade; and, sadly, we never saw each other again. A few years later, I got this little toy rocket for Christmas, a simple thing really. It was hard plastic, about 6 inches long and thick as your finger. It fit tightly on a small base. The trick to it was to pour baking soda and vinegar into it, jam it onto the base; and the chemical reaction would send it soaring into the air. Exciting as my new toy was, I soon tired of it. But I kept the little rocket; and at 14, it became my first “Dildo.” There was this boy in class I had a crush on. He was blonde, blue eyed, athletic, and a genuinely nice guy. Why wouldn’t I name my rocket after him? It wasn't until years later that the Freudian slip of naming my “Dildo” after my “Idol” sank in. In spite of my anal play and good grades, I was a very naïve kid. Most of my early sexual experience consisted of hand jobs and some oral. From 17 on, I met guys who wanted to Fuck. I really wanted to accommodate them, but it never worked out. I was too shy, too insecure, too tense, and too TIGHT. Every time I tried it, the PAIN was intense. I couldn't relax; and to my displeasure, I remained—a Virgin. When I was 20, I met Jay at a Frat Party. He was a cute Blonde with a killer smile, blue eyes, 6' tall, and very slim. He invited me back to his place. Once in the sack, I was amazed at what a kind and gentle lover he was. We made out forever, kissing and hugging, creating big ugly hickeys. Then he said the words I dreaded to hear. “DO YOU FUCK?" Oh, Man, did I want it! Between the conversation we'd had at the Party, and the tenderness and passion he displayed in the Bedroom, I was really turned on. And I wanted Him to be the one to take my Cherry. But there was a problem—a thick 8” problem jutting straight out of his Crotch. The other guys who had tried to fuck me were all smaller, and it hadn't worked out. I told him I was a Virgin, that I had tried it before, with no luck. He lay me on my back, pushed my legs in the air, and tongue-fucked me. Then, applying a ton of lube, he pressed in. I felt the familiar, excruciating PAIN. He stopped, but the PAIN didn't, so he withdrew. "WELL, SOMEONE’S GONNA GET FUCKED HERE TONIGHT; AND I GUESS IT’S GONNA BE ME." He put some lube on my dick, rolled over on his belly, and, guided me into his hole. I pushed in, and while he was tight, he didn't resist like I had; and my six-inches slowly slid in. I lay there a moment, letting his inner heat engulf me, feeling his sphincter draw me into him, desperately trying not to cum on the spot. Jay and I were Lovers for months, but our relationship was never really consummate—because he couldn’t screw me. One night, after we’d split, I was feeling extra horny and returned to the Campus. I had dropped out of school, but went back on occasion to visit friends or hang out. I’d discovered this Gay Bar on the edge of the Campus. Plus there was a Cruising area near the Admin Building called “The Wall.” First, I checked out The Wall, but there was nobody there; so I headed over to the Bar. After three rums-and-cokes, I was noticeably weaving and debated whether I could safely drive home. Hoping the jaunt might sober me up, I returned to The Wall. I passed by a Blonde in his 20’s. I looked over my shoulder, and he was gazing my way. He did an about face and got right to the point. "Hi. I'm Chris. Got a place?" I explained that I lived with my parents some 40 miles away. He said he had an apartment off Campus, but we’d have to be quiet so as not to awaken his Roomie. I learned he was a Grad Student and that he was POZ, but that he’d PLAY SAFE if I wanted. The wheels started to churn. POZ? I’d never been with a POZ man before—that I knew of. What would it be like to take a lethal dose of POZ JIZZ, knowing it had the potential to kill? And, in turn, to have the Power of Life and Death over others? WHAT A GIFT! I knew I had to have it! My raging hardon strained against the fabric of my briefs. I must have gotten real quiet, because he said: “Look, If IT bothers you, forget it.” “I’m not sure of my Status. Guess I’ve lost track….” [i’d tested NEG two weeks before.] “…So it doesn’t really matter. In fact, I prefer to play BARE.” He grunted his assent. When we reached the apartment, he grabbed a couple of beers from the Frig and we settled down in the Living Room. Talking in whispers, we drank and undressed. The couch was small, noisy and uncomfortable, so we ended up on the carpet. Before I knew it, Chris hoisted my legs in the air. He pressed my thighs into my chest, and kissed me. He greased up his dick, and liberally applied lube to my hole, slowly working one finger in, then another and another. He slid in me, A VERY FULL FEELING, but NO PAIN! Soon, he had shaft buried in my Cunt. He rose up to apply more leverage. He pounded me harder and faster, plowing his Pole into me, hitting my Prostate, making me quiver. He rolled me over and entered me from behind. He kept plugging away, like a Fucking Machine. It struck me that I was no longer a “Virgin.” I found that hilarious, and I giggled. His face flushed with Anger; and he said he was about to fill me with POZ JIZZ, and see if I could laugh about that. Laugh I did not. On the contrary, I bucked up against him to welcome the Toxic Intrusion. As he started to shoot, my ass muscles contracted around him. His Venomous Load spewed up my Mancunt. I thanked him, we kissed, and I left. As I walked back towards the Bar, I could feel my cummy ass cheeks squishing together. At last I’d found the MISSING LINK: IT TOOK HIV TO FULFILL ME. I giggled my way across Campus and strolled back into the Bar. I'm sure not a few of the patrons wondering WHO had made me so happy. But it wasn’t a WHO—it was AIDS. The next day, I went to see Jay. I told him the news. "I DID IT! GOT FUCKED! I FINALLY GOT FUCKED!" In one long, breathless sentence, I told him the story, but I could see that something was wrong. "You’re one sick puppy, Eddie. He was POZ—and you let him do you BAREBACK. I feel sorry for you, Eddie.” Realizing it was over between us, I said my good-byes and walked out. As you might suspect, tight as I was, I converted on my very first Fuck. Jay and I never did talk again, except for a glancing nod at the Bar. At the end of summer, he moved to Phoenix, and we completely lost touch. I entered into a relationship with another POZ dude and moved in. As for Chris? I met him and his Lover (the mysterious Roomie whom we’d tried not to disturb), and the three of us got to be buddies. I never told Chris he’d been MY FIRST and MY POZ BENEFACTOR.

I was terminally horny at an early age, and poz by nineteen, but had no idea with whom or when. That’s fifteen years ago now. I haven't had a sick day since I converted. I’m not on meds and take good care of myself. I live for cum and was 100% bottom until I converted, then I started to top. It’s so awesome squirting poz jizz up a neg ass. I never tire of it. Each neg is different. I’m not fussy about age. Eighteen or ninety—long as they’re neg and of legal age. I’m not a Boy-Pussy-Chaser, but I get my share of young men. I enjoy mentoring the ones who can’t decide if they’re gay. They always turn out the same way. I’ve always taken it bare, and only use a rubber when needed. Sometimes I meet a guy and really want him. I'll fuck him safe for a while, then get him all hot and tell him I can’t cum with a condom. They want it want it so bad. Still, some resist, so I get them wasted and do them. Some guys I don't give a shit about and just want to breed. Others I really care for and want imbue with my seed. For example, I've been screwing a twenty year old who works for me in a little seasonal garden center I own, and for which I hire each Spring a couple regulars and college kids for the nursery. This nice looking dude came in looking for summer employment. I liked him right off—clean-cut, preppy, good manners. I didn’t even figure him for gay, I just liked him and hired him for the showroom figuring he'd be good for business. Two weeks ago he told me he was gay. Do I Mind! A total anal virgin! It didn’t take long to get him in the sack. I told him I was poz, that we'd play safe. He wasn’t half bad for a newbie, and I enjoyed his loads. Meanwhile, I kept feeding him bull about how being poz is not a big deal, how after ten years I was still healthy, and how great it was not having to worry, and how you’re not gay until you're poz. The ultimate crock. Then I told him the truth, that I wanted him poz. I went on saying eventually he would catch it sooner or later, and the younger, the better. So last week he told me he was ready. I figured I’d strike while the iron was hot, but he freaked, so I decided I to play with him, and gave him the "Fuck of Death" speech, about how I was going to seed him with the load that would set him for life. You should have seen him try and squirm out of it, but I got - well - forceful. He didn’t take it very good, and since I couldn’t have him running back to mommy and daddy all flustered, I flattered him saying what a “real man” he had become. We cuddled all night. I screw him daily, and he’s OK with it now. I doubt he’s converted, but I’m working on it, knowing that some day he'll pass my bug around campus. Another guy by the name of Dave also comes around the Center, clearly needing fatherly advice. Turns out Dave had come out to his dad, but his father didn't believe him, saying Dave would 'out grow it', that Dave was going through a phase. Gotta love those fathers who just can't accept that their sons may be, let alone are gay. Anyhow, Dave and I ended up in the sack, which was more his doing than mine. I can honestly say he is a born bottom. Like my twenty year old employee, I told Dave I was poz and we’d only play safe, but he wanted it bare, and wouldn’t take 'no' for an answer. Just the opposite of my employee. Pretty soon I accommodated his demands and conveniently 'forgot' the condom. He converted. I doubt he has ever told his dad. I see him around. He’s still healthy and a real stud. I know he’s spread my bug around - a lot. That’s where youth has an advantage over middle age. The fuckers they’re screwing think they have nothing to fear from someone so young. I’ve lost track of my virus and could go full-blown any day now, but it's a rush knowing that I've got all these cross-strains in my system. You gotta die sometime, and I like the idea of passing from AIDS. What’s next? How about pozzing a gal through her boyfriend? That’s a real turn-on.