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On business in the Midwest, I decided to spend the weekend in the city. I went up with my buddy, Wendell. We hit the Traxx on Saturday night, and got there about 11:30. I always thought Midwesterners were hot, but that night they were extra hot.

I ordered a second beer and needed to take a piss. Two fags were at the urinals. I figured they were friends or lovers, since they were dressed alike with biohazard tattoos on their shoulders. I took the urinal next to theirs. I had a raging hard-on, but couldn’t help it. That always happens to me in bars, and I really had to piss. So there I was, my 7” jutting up as I tried to redirect it down. At last a reassuring flow of yellow spewed forth to allay the escalating pressure in my groin. In other words—I pissed while hard. I guess that impressed the biohazard boys. They turned to watch me. As the one next to me began to piss, his Lover jacked him off. Piss splashed in spurts in the bowl next to mine. “I’d love to take that up my ass,” I said.

The Pisser said he’d be happy to oblige—but needed a few more beers to beef up his reserve. His Lover smiled, and told me he’d never been able to piss HARD like me. I told him he could shoot in me, HOWEVER. That cinched it, and we made a date for 2 AM. I didn’t want to blow my load just yet, so I opted to suck cock. Sure enough in minutes I had five eager volunteers surrounding me. Meanwhile my bud wondered what was keeping me and strolled into the crowded john; and there I was—doing my best to satisfy all cummers. I sucked off the five dudes—taking their loads in my mouth, but one landed in my hair. As I combed it out, my horny bud kissed me to suck their jizz out of my mouth. I told him about the tattooed guys as we walked out.

Wendell and I have messed around a lot. We’ve never questioned our partner’s status. The guys we’ve done have either told us they were neg (as we told them) or told us nothing at all. It’s better not to know.

But making it with two poz guys who advertised it on their shoulders was too overt for Wendell, who preferred to sit this one out. At 2 a.m. the guys were waiting. I explained my bud just wanted to watch, and that we were at the Westin ten minutes away. We hopped a cab and headed for our room. The three of us started messin’ around at once, as Wendell sat in the big easy chair. I stripped completely and blew the studs; and they took turns at rimming me. The Pisser had some poppers and I offered him some lube. He worked my hole—stringing precum from his shaft and blending it with oil. He was wearing a thick metal cock ring, which made his dick veins pop like crazy, and was really oozing precum. My ass got really slick. Effortlessly he slipped it in me, and in seconds was pissing up my ass. Things were, to say the least, intense; and I suggested we retire to the bathroom. Carefully, with him still in me, we tiptoed to the tub. He pissed in me again and pulled out. It was all I could do to hold it in.

His Lover stripped and stepped into the tub as the Pisser opted out. My new tub-mate pushed me down, propped my legs upon his shoulders, and started playing with my hole. He asked for a plastic cup, and Wendell handed it to him. He pissed into the cup, filling it to the brim, then filled a second one halfway. He motioned to his bud, who spread my ass cheeks with his fingers. With my hole gaping open, my tub-mate poured the first cup of piss in my ass, and then the second. A yellow stream of urine ran down my thighs. I was about to lose it all, but was ordered by the dudes to keep it in. I struggled to comply. The lovers began jacking in a cup. I grinned at Wendell, who mouthed “Hot!” as he massaged his crotch.

They shot their loads, which filled the cup with an inch of cream. The Pisser spread my cheeks again, and my tub-companion poured the cum in me. My shaft was hard; but I dared not touch it, for fear of losing it all. I was enjoying myself too much for that. I remembered the butt plug in my bag and asked Wendell retrieve it. He handed it to the Pisser, who lubed it in the cum cup and rammed it up my ass. My load of piss and cum secure, I jacked ferociously and shot cream all over myself and on the tile wall behind me. The eager lovers scooped it up and licked it off their fingers. The Pisser pulled the butt plug out of me Piss and cum exploded from my hole, splashing my ass and legs and the thighs of my companion. The bio-boys, ever so polite, helped me up; and we showered and toweled off. The three of us sauntered into the bedroom. There was Wendell in the easy chair, stripped naked and massaging his hard shaft.

It was 4 AM., and I figured we were done. But I was wrong. My tub-companion hadn’t fucked me yet. He pushed me on the bed and once again hoisted my legs to his shoulders. Like the two of us were meant for that position. The Fucker plowed me for half an hour. As he plundered my ass, the Pisser worked three fingers in my hole. The Fucker gave a final thrust and planted a third poison load of jizz in me. Pulling out, the Pisser shoved his big-ass dick in me so fast that barely a drop of cum was lost. He wasted no time in burying his own poz seed in me, only he kept it in me by laying there, atop me, his huge prick planted up my ass, trapping the two fresh loads of venom in me. I was pinned beneath him. The Fucker knelt between Wendell’s legs, drooling on his shaft. Old Wendell acquiesced at last. He gulped down Wendell’s cream and licked his lips, as he approached the bed With the Pisser’s dick still impaling me, he planted his lips on mine, and spit Wendell’s jizz, the part he hadn’t swallowed, smack into my mouth. It was going on 5. Reluctantly the Pisser pulled out. We exchanged names and numbers, and the bio-lovers left.

As I stood up to lock the door, cum was running down my leg. Too gutted to clean up, I scooped it up and swallowed it. Wendell must have felt as fatigued as I, because, silently, he flipped the light switch; and we collapsed on our respective beds. There’s such a thing as being too tired to sleep. I lay there thinking about the Traxx and the bio-boys, and the loads of cum and piss I’d taken. I reflected on the last time I’d taken loads I absolutely knew were poz, and thought those were the first. Biohazard symbols danced in midair above my head.

In the adjacent bed Wendell tossed and turned, as poz jizz leaked from my ass, soiling the sheet beneath me. He rose to go to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and lay there motionless as he approached my bed. After what seemed like eons, he crawled atop me, and we embraced. He sucked my ass, savoring the poz seed of the biohazard studs. Without further ado, he shoved his sizable Prince-Albert up my hole. I took my fifth load of the night.

We slept like that, Wendell’s dick in me, trapping the seeds of poz and neg. I pulled off the slumbering Wendell and sat down on the toilet. Piss and gobs of gunky jizz spewed out of me. I gazed down at the toilet bowl. Gangly gossamers of neg and poz wafted on a sea of yellow. I didn’t flush it.

I met this guy on AOL and wrote that I admired him for being POZ and wanted to convert. He came over Wednesday night and fucked me. He shot two poison loads in my me. At first I begged him for his toxic seed and pleaded with him to breed me.

It was so fantastic when he shot that first lethal load in me! A dream cum true! I guess I was the sickest guy on earth to have craved so blatantly this fatal disease; and he, the second sickest, for having passed it onto me. But that's the way we were. After cumming, he kept his dick in me so the venom would penetrate my vitals, then, for good measure, started plowing me again.

My pussy was sore when he pulled out, and I sucked clean his poisonous shaft. I figured that he was one who could cum but once, and I'd already been sated.

So I was surprised and a little dismayed when he penetrated me again. My legs were on his shoulders and held in place by hell-bent arms and hands, as he rammed his death-rod in me.

I begged for him to stop, that I'd had enough. It hurt so bad. But he grinned and plowed me harder. Desperate, I tried to squirm away and push him off; but his was the advantage.

I hurt from trying to fight him off, and my hole burned from the pounding. I crumpled back upon the mattress. The last of my resistance dissipated. Tears filled my eyes as the irrevocability dawned on me and ambivalence overwhelmed me. I'd asked for this, and now was helpless to prevent it.

We both screamed when he came, I from pain and he from pleasure. His hard cock flexed within me, as wave after wave of contaminated jizz spewed into my violated bowels. He collapsed upon me, and we lay like that, I pinned beneath him, his toxic shaft penetrating my lacerated hole, and I realized I loved it.

When we recovered, I sat astride him, and guided his blood-streaked cock again into my pussy. Despite the throbbing, I rode him passionately, massaging his noxious loads further in my innards. I shot the last neg load of my life onto his stomach. I sucked clean his fetid shaft and licked my impotent jizz from off his body. We kissed and writhed in celebration.

I met Carl through a personal in a gay publication. He was British, in his late 40's, stocky, and laid claim to a hefty 10 inches which loved to fuck ass.

We I got to his hotel, he stepped into the bathroom, and I walked to the dresser. I saw the bottle of AZT, so I knew he was POZ.

He came out of the bathroom naked, so I stripped too. He was every bit endowed as he’d advertised. I just hoped he liked to fuck as much, too.

We lay side by side on the bed. He had me lick and suck his balls, and kneel to rim his hole. I did so enthusiastically. He rolled me on my back, forced his cock down my throat, and face-fucked me till I gagged.

Pulling out of my mouth, he climbed atop me, dragging my legs to his shoulders. He forced his entire 10 inches up my ass. He plowed me hard and really slammed into me. It seemed he was going to fuck me to death.

He muttered something about cumming, and started to pull out, intending to shoot on my stomach. But, quick as a flash, I grabbed his shaft, and forced it back up my ass. When he realized what I was doing, he didn’t resist.

He let out a groan, and fell forward on me, driving his cock deep up my ass. Even though he was moaning and thrashing, I could still feel his venom splatter inside me. I was so turned on, I shot the biggest load of my life. It pelted his chest and rained down on my stomach.

I thanked him, kissed him goodbye, and sero-converted several weeks later.

I hadn't been fisted for nearly a year till David warmed up to me at the Christmas party. I guess we were both slightly drunk. He frankly told me I turned him on, and he'd like to tear up my ass. He had a reputation for doing it long and hard and showing no mercy. Hot as he is, I jumped at the opportunity when he invited me home.

He is a gorgeous macho dude who supplements his natural endowment with tats, and multiple piercings, and a P.A. His leather jacket and pants almost make me cum at the sight of him. I couldn't wait to get my clothes off. I didn’t have to. He did it for me.

He shoved me down on the bed and jumped astride me. I acquiesced because I knew what I’d cum for. I needed his wrist and fat cock up my ass.

He had a special room for his playmates. A plastic sheet lined the large double bed. Cans of Crisco and sundry jars and tubes and bottles littered the bedstand.

In a minute my mancunt glistened with Crisco, and ten minutes later he was in up to his knuckles. The swelling, the fullness inside me made me feel sooooo good. He didn’t go in past the wrist, in deference to my lack of experience. But I felt him stretch and open his hand as his thumb and long nails assailed my hole.

When he pulled out there was a mixture of Crisco and shit on his hand, but he assured me that was the finesse part of fisting. He wiped himself clean on my chest. It was then I noticed his nails, which were longer than those of most of women. I imagined what they had done in my ass, and precum gushed from my piss-slit.

He lifted my legs to his shoulders, aligning his shaft with my mancunt. Without warning he plunged into me to the hilt. The fisting had left me so horny that I welcomed the intrusion—but in a matter of minutes his P.A. bit painfully into my ass.

I was about to urge him to stop, tell him I couldn’t take anymore, when his whole body shook, and he shot his poz jizz into me.

David is one of those guys who is quite open about his status, and brags about only doing it bareback. That made my conversion so erotic—like playing Russian Roulette with the odds stacked against you.

We still get together now and then, always in his special room. He alternately fists and fucks me, and sometimes both, only now he goes in to the elbow.

I let him have his way with me, do whatever he likes, because he is my mentor. He gave me the freedom to fuck with abandon. And he taught me the new Golden Rule—do unto others as David did unto me.

Just to get away, I visited my buddy, Jimmy, a guy I roomed with in college.

He introduced me to his new boyfriend, Randi (32, 5'6, a trim 135, blue eyes, blonde, and very, very fem).

“Randi and I are a couple,” Jimmy announced, “because we’re both neg, and we’re gonna stay that way. We don’t play around."

Somehow I doubted that; but I was tired, so after dinner and a little TV, I hit the sack. My last waking thoughts were of slim, lithesome Randy, and how I had told neither of them I was poz.

Early in the morning, I wandered into the kitchen to find Randi, wearing only a towel, making coffee. Since we were alone and Jimmy was asleep, I decided to test Jimmy’s theory. I was horny, and Randi was pretty; and I had nothing to lose. His back was to me, so I stole up behind him, and nuzzled his neck and ears.

“I’m so pleased you and Jimmy had me cum over, ” I whispered, nibbling his lobes. My hand slid under his towel massaging his buttocks.

To my delight, Randi bucked back against me like a bitch in heat. Wondering how far he would go, I pressed my finger to his hole. Again, he pushed back so hard I slid all the way in.

He led me to the garage. A twin mattress lay propped against the wall. Randi gave it a nudge, and it plopped onto the floor. He spread his towel upon it so daintily.

I pushed the amorous Randi onto his hands and knees and rimmed his ass till he was dripping wet. I groped his dick to check his arousal, and was he ready—rock hard and drooling. I pressed my death-dealing cock to his hole and penetrated him to the hilt, I got to where I was really pounding his ass, and he loved it.

It didn't take long before I shot my first poz load deep into his tight neg hole. I slowly withdrew, careful to leave as much of the venom in him as I could. He twirled around, threw his arms about me, and kissed me.

"You are neg, aren’t you?"

A little too late to ask, I thought, but for his benefit I assured him I was clean. I made small talk long enough to ensure that my poz jizz would take. I didn’t want him running off to the bathroom where he could dump most of my seed down the drain. As it turned out, Randi didn’t go to the john until after we’d breakfasted.

Later that day, Jimmy made his second mistake. (His first had been sleeping in.) He ran off to buy groceries, leaving the me and Randi alone. I was lying on the bed reading a mag when Randi ambled in.

I wasted no time in stripping him down, all the while kissing and caressing him. Randi boy went down on me. Fearful that Jimmy might soon return, I hiked his legs to my shoulders, and fucked him.

He grimaced as my hard cock tore into him. No lube at all that time, and I skipped the rimming and spit. My dick burned from the friction, and I knew, if I were irritated, I must be tearing him up inside. A copious flow of precum and Randi’s sweet ass juices soon made us both feel sexy, and I rammed my second poz load of the day up his dry, lacerated mancunt.

Again, I carefully withdrew, leaving as much poison in him as possible. I held him in my arms and caressed him, which was easy because he was a sucker for love and romance.

Sunday morning, the day of my departure, I was showering when Randi sauntered in. I had him under the flow so quickly he hardly had a chance to disrobe.

I soaped up his back really good, and especially his crack, and spewed a third lethal load into him. We rinsed and toweled off together. Thank god, Jimmy slept late!

Jimmy called me three months later to tell me he and Randi had split. Turned out the little whore had cheated on him, and now they had both tested poz. I commiserated with Jimmy about his fate and the fickleness of boyfriends.

The way I see it, I really did Jimmy a favor. Having a boyfriend you think you can trust, only to find out he’s screwing around, is no laughing matter.

I have only one regret. I’ve lost track of Randi. After three wonderful fucks and a double conversion, I’ve cum to regard him as a formidable stud. Maybe I’ll get his number and invite him down. Reinfection would be my intent.

I went to the baths last week. As I cruised the halls, I paused at the door of this muscle-bound bear with an incredibly thick cock. It was obvious he worked out. In response to his come-hither gesture, I entered.

I sucked him, but when I went to sit on his dick, he said no—NOT WITHOUT A RUBBER. I asked why not. He said he only played safe. I mean, like I wasn’t born yesterday.

I replied I ONLY DID BAREBACK. Exasperated, I said I needed a break. As I walked out of his room, I vowed to have my way with him. I wanted his poz jizz up my ass.

I cruised the TV room, which was huge, lit only by the screen of a dim old projection TV. It was deserted except for this guy in the top tier of seats in the very furthest, darkest corner.

With all the other seats in the theater vacant, I ascended the stairs, stroking my dick, and sat down beside him. His hand slid beneath my towel, massaging my hardening shaft. My towel came undone. I pushed it aside. He cupped my balls, and dug his nails into my hole. He was the same guy who’d fucked me two weeks before.

Proclaiming how badly he needed to screw me, I invited him to a three-way. I led him by the hand out of the TV room and down the hallway to the room of the bear.

He was still there, playing with that amazing dick. I asked if he wanted some company. He nodded. I bent over to suck him, pointing my ass in the direction of the ravenous cock behind me. With my left hand I let my towel drop; and with my right, I pushed the lube the bear had on his bed stand back towards my bud. Oily fingers assailed my asshole.

His initial thrusts caught me off guard, forcing the bear’s mammoth cock down my throat. I gagged. My hands flailed for support, coming to rest on his breasts. I began to twist and squeeze his tits.

All three of us groaned. The bear’s dick slickened in response to my expert cocksucking and tit play. I was in queer heaven as my bud’s cock thrust home. The Fucker moaned loudest. He was ready to shoot. Pounding me harder, my lips connected again and again with the bear’s hairy pubes. Our trilogy of passion grew louder until gobs of hot cum shot into my hole. Unceremoniously he pulled out, wiped his cock on his towel, and exited.

That left me poised over the bear, passionately consuming his delectable love tool, savoring the poisonous precum oozing from his piss-slit.

His palm brushed my balls as his fingers dove to my hole, massaging fresh cum in and around my mancunt. In one spontaneous motion he pulled me to the bunk, flipped me onto my back, and knelt astride me.

Gazing into his eyes I saw not the gentle bear I’d been sucking, but a sadistic monster in insatiable heat. His engorged dick, thick to begin with, seemed swollen to twice its previous girth, purple with blood and slimy with precum. He lifted my legs to his shoulders and brutally rammed it home.

Of course it didn’t matter. My buddy’s cum provided all the buffer a gay man could ask for. Only he didn’t just fuck me. He plowed me—as if mine were the first mancunt he’d ever ravaged, and he couldn’t get enough.

At first it was great! I really enjoyed it. This self-proclaimed manwhore had successfully seduced the gentle poz giant!. But he bucked in and out, and his intensity surged. The pain grew excruciating as the cum from my first fuck expired, and I prayed the onslaught would end. After 30 minutes, the friction between us diminished, and I suspected the new lube was blood.

At 40 minutes he let out a shriek so vociferous, it resounded throughout the entire bathhouse. Wave after wave of contaminated manseed spewed into my inflamed intestines. So inundated was I—that I was unaware that he’d withdrawn—till I perused his thick cock still fully engorged and frothy with red and brown cum and ass juices. I’d had an involuntary bowel movement—that explained the shit. As for the blood—it felt like my rectum was torn.

We lay together, sated warriors in the militia of queer debauchery, appalled at the extent of our atrocities, yet ready to despoil any unwitting prey. A puddle of cum and shit and blood drooled from my anus onto the bed sheet. I had to get to the crapper. I retrieved my towel and stood up.

“You okay?” he whispered hoarsely.

“I’ll live.”

He rubbed his fingers over the bed sheet, into the slimy mess of blood, shit and cum. He held his filthy digits up to my lips, and I sucked them.

He smiled. “You turn me on, Guy.” We exchanged phone numbers, and I got the perception that the gentle bear would never be gentle again.

We kissed passionately, lustfully. He spit his saliva down my throat. and I sucked it in avidly. This bear was my mentor, and I owed him for the biological blessing he had bestowed.

A dribble of cum and blood and shit tickled my leg, forcing me back to reality. Half limping down the hall, each jarring step tormented my rectum. I knew I’d be laid up for awhile, and again, after that, when the flu finally hit—but I’d received the fuck of a lifetime and the gift for eternity.

I hope all you guys who were playing in the back room of the Cell Block last Friday had as good a time as I did.

The floor was already sticky with hot sleazy cum when I arrived. I’m an experienced bareback bottom, so it didn't take long to get into the swing of things.

When the first anonymous cock lined up behind me, I dropped my briefs and took a hit of poppers. He fingered my hole, and his shaft soon followed.

One guy after another dumped their loads in me. One of the regulars asked me if I’d be interested in some really huge dick. Nine inches, plus.

"Send him over!"

“He only does bareback.”

“So do I.”

I turned around; and, sure enough, there was this huge cock. The rest was history.

I hung around waiting for my next sperm donor I was high on pure energy and kept fading in and out, but I do remember some really hot dudes dicking me.

A buddy of mine, who watched the action, counted at least 8 guys fucking me. One guy shot 3 times—without ever pulling out.

Then there was this guy who wrapped his arm around me, stuck his tongue down my throat, and something cold and rigid up my hole. Turned out to be a beer bottle. He raised it to his lips and mimicked taking a swig. When I realized what he was wanted, I ass-muscled some of the spent loads into the bottle. He stuck 3 fingers up my ass to the knuckle, twisted them around, and sucked a pungent mixture of shit and cum off his fingers.

This incredibly fat dude pounded the hell out of me, so I had to grab the wall to keep from falling.

A hot "daddy" asked me if I wanted more cum up my ass.

"Fuck, yeah!" I responded.

He’d neglected to tell me he’d been saving it up for a month.

Near as I can recall, I took at least 12 loads that evening. Thanks to all you guys who left their DNA in me. And to those of you who didn’t, I’m still looking for new mutant strains of HIV to rot my ravaged body. I know lot of you poz guys out there can help. And if you’re neg, maybe I can return the favor.

Your boy,

David

My best friend Clint and I decided to go camping in the hills of southern Ohio where we’d gone to college. Just to relive old times and chill out.

I drove down on Thursday and met Clint in the hills. We set up our tent, finished the campsite by mid-afternoon, and decided it was time for cocktails and smoke. Clint started rehashing the good old days, when we had played together in 3-ways.

He was amazed that we’d done so many of the same guys together, and I was still neg while he’d turned poz. I half-joked that, as many risks as I’d taken, and continued to take, my conversion was imminent. He quipped that guys like me would never convert without an Act of Congress and Divine Intervention.

As the afternoon wore on, the booze flowed freely as did the smoke. It didn't take long for me to really tie one on. I just lay back and fell asleep in the comforting warmth of the afternoon sun, to the rustling of the leaves, and Clint’s familiar banter.

When I awoke, my head was buzzing. It was night, and a campfire was glowing. I tried to get up, but couldn't. My wrists and ankles were bound to some stakes, and I was lying face down on a foam rubber mattress. I was also butt-naked. Clint was sitting beside me fully clothed.

"What the fuck’s going on?"

“Good evening, sleepy head,” he drawled. “That little something I put in your drink worked wonders. Those knots are from my scouting days, so don’t even try. I feel so lousy about you still being neg, I’m gonna convert you.”

I demanded he untie me, and called him every name in the book; but he just laughed and ran his hands down my back. He massaged my ass cheeks and worked his thumb into my crack.

He disappeared into the tent and came back with a brown paper bag. He told me it was time to begin my initiation, so I might as well relax and enjoy it. He shoved poppers in my face, and I was flying.

From the bag, he produced an assortment of dildos, and said he intended to do me some serious damage before he mainlined me.

I begged him to stop this insanity, but he rambled on about how I’d thank him someday; and the sooner we got started, the better, because this was not necessarily going to be pleasant; and how he was doing what he thought was best for our relationship—AND PROCEEDED TO RAM AN UNLUBED DILDO UP MY ASS TO THE HILT!

God, that stung! I screamed! Clint told me to go ahead and yell my head off. No need to gag me. Nobody was near. He’d checked that out while I was asleep. He gave me more poppers, and continued his assault with various dildos.

He knelt to show me the dildo he was using. They’d grown progressively larger. It was pink and tapered and covered with pointy latex spikes. But it was also covered with slime, ass juice, and blood. A little maniacally, Clint grinned, "Ready for the Feature Presentation, Buddy Boy?"

It came as a relief when he pushed his fat 7-inch dick into me. Compared to the dildos, it was nothing compared to the pain I’d experienced; and his precum actually provided some lube. Clint started pumping my butt, telling me how good I felt.

He picked up the pace and rutted me like a buck in heat. My ass was so sore it was almost numb. The sweat from his forehead dripped onto my neck and drooled down my back. He grabbed my shoulders and pistoned me passionately.

Finally he pushed all the way in and lay still. “Here comes Pay Day, Buddy Boy!” he whispered,” as the Fucker spewed what seemed like a gallon of poz jizz into my mangled and mutilated butt. He grunted like a pig, and after a few more strokes, pulled out.

I could see by the firelight his cock was covered with blood, my blood. He wiped his dick on a washcloth, then used the same washcloth to streak blood, shit, jizz and slime onto my face. I suspected I resembled a bloody Indian.

"Love You, Buddy Boy. And maybe now you and I can be one."

He rolled a sleeping bag under my thighs and left me there an hour for me to incubate.

When he untied me, at midnight, we had a major knock-down-drag-out. Good thing I have a sense of fair play, or I’d been out of there in an instant; but as it turned out, we slept in each others’ arms until daybreak.

Two weeks later, I got sick as a dog, and stayed that way for a week. Clint was with me the whole time, and we’ve been lovers ever since.

I didn't mean to do it. I can’t help myself. I get carried away, overcome by my lust.

I was turned on when we met. He was my ideal of a son—a little older than what you’d expect, but, nonetheless, my ideal of a Boy. A perfect fit. He was, at the time, Neg. And I was Poz.

We’d anticipated meeting for months. We knew each other’s likes and dislikes. He liked my cigars. I liked his boyish good looks. And when we kissed, it was a dream come true. That first lingering kiss seemed to last forever.

He had my stiff, dripping cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees giving me one of those heartfelt blowjobs guys only dream of. I was still smoking my cigar, puffing so hard the room clouded with smoke.

When he rose to kiss me, I swapped cigar-spit for that great precum taste. I decided then and there I had to have him. I loosened his belt, and his jeans fell to the floor I teased down his briefs, and slipped my dick between his legs.

The way he opened up convinced me. He WANTED it, even though he didn't want bareback with a POZ guy like me. His reluctance doubled my resolve. I was going to convert him.

I had my hands under his shirt, working his nips, caressing his body. I gently turned him around, kissing his neck and nibbling his earlobes. My stiff meat found his ass crack. I pushed hard against him. He fell against the wall, bracing himself, mouthing a protest—but by then I had a nip in each hand.

My cock found his puckered rosebud, one of those that seemed to scream to be violated. When I pushed in, he went rigid.

“Don’t do this to me, Daddy."

But I’m one of those guys who, given an inch, will take a yard; and I already had a “foot” in the door. I reached around and kissed him.

"It’s gonna be OK. Just relax," I whispered. I had my dick almost all the way in. He wanted to resist, but his physical body needed it bad. All the time I was caressing and comforting him, telling him everything was fine, when it wasn’t.

He shuddered and bucked against me. "Take me, Daddy! Make me your Boy!" From then on, he was mine, meeting my every thrust. As much as I was fucking his ASS with my DICK, he was fucking my ROD with his HOLE. I was into heavy strokes, fucking him hard. When I get a hot ass like that, it doesn't take long.

"Where do you want it, Boy?" I asked, as if giving him a choice. He bucked so hard, that, had I decided to pull out, it would have been difficult. I plowed him unmercifully. The poison cream gushed out of my shaft into his innards. Again and again his sphincter muscles contracted. His whole body writhed. I was sure he was cumming.

I found my way to a "Neg Only" party a couple of nights ago. It was great fun. I had to "apply" by email stating that I was neg and DDF and attach a full frontage pic and mug shot.

It’s to my advantage that I’m young, and have a job that takes me outdoors and gives me lots of exercise, so I’m always looking tan and fit and healthy.

My cock jumped when the door opened, and I spied the nine neg asses lined up to greet me. I was a "first-timer" which meant I had to act discretely, but that didn’t alter my objective which was to poz, poz, poz! Myself included, there were two tops, four bottoms, and four versatiles.

I started off with a married bottom named Troy, 28, blonde and blue-eyed, a PA transplant, so sweet and horny. We sat on the couch and made out. When he offered me his ass, I told him to sit on my dick and fuck himself silly. Eventually I pushed him onto his back, drew his legs to my shoulders, and pistoned until I delivered my first poz load of the night in his sweet virgin ass. Afterwards, I kept my dick in him to make sure my charge didn’t leak out.

Mike, a 30-something Italian top, came up from behind and slammed his shaft into me. He pulled me off Troy, and stuck his dick into Troy’s sloppy ass. He alternated between Troy’s poz-filled ass and my long-pozzed hole. All the while I watched his reddening cock for abrasions.

My mind worked feverishly on schemes to get Mike on the bottom. What a great affiliate he’d make! I ruefully recalled the "Ruffies" (date rape pills) I’d left on the dresser. I’d have to have Mike over one evening real soon.

I got to screwing Davie, a 23 year old Korean, till he decided he’d rather be screwing me. Javier (Jay for short), a Latino with a short, fat dick, and a very cute Redhead joined us. The four of us ended up on the floor with Davie sitting on my dick. The Redhead crammed his shaft down Davie’s throat while Jay fucked me. I was in pig heaven!

Kevin, our host, interrupted to bring us some poppers, and soon we were flying. Someone suggested double-dicking. Jay pulled out of my ass to slip into Davie’s hole beside me.

Davie was a bit ambivalent about being double-fucked, and the Redhead offered his shaft as a diversion. Kevin fed Davie a tremendous whiff of poppers, and Jay slid into Davie with ease. What a wonderful sensation! My dick was in Davie’s pussy, pulsing beside Jay’s throbbing cock. It sent shivers all over my body.

I blasted my second poz load of the evening into the Asian’s neg ass, dousing Jay’s cock with my virus. The Redhead replaced me, joining Jay in double-dicking the Asian. Davie moaned as my cumload-lubricant greased the two dicks engorging his mancunt. I watched them shoot into Davie, Jay first, then the Redhead, and salivated as they ground my bug into Davie’s damaged rectum.

I dozed for an hour before approaching my final conquest—Joey, this short little guy, with closely cropped hair and brown eyes and the neatest little ass you’ve ever seen on a gay man. Without saying a word, I led him to a corner and rimmed him.

I had already cum twice, so I knew my third load wouldn’t cum quickly. I fucked Joey mercilessly for 30 minutes, till he complained he was sore, then 10 minutes later I shot hard, fast, and furious. I figured I’d torn him up pretty good. It was only after cumming that I kissed him, lubriciously filling his mouth with my spit. He dug it.

I’ve kept in touch with each of them. Of course, they think I’m neg. But that facilitates my objective—which is to poz them all. Key is to convert the tops who’ll infect the others. The virus’ll spread like wildfire, each of them thinking the others are neg. Then I’m gonna host a "Poz Only" party, and see who shows up.

I saw him dancing in a nightclub and knew he’d be the one. He was bopping away to the latest Modern Talking hit (“Mrs. Robota”) in a nightclub in Berlin. Watching him move those lithe tight hips made me think of the pleasures that awaited.

And wait I would. I’d choose my moment and then strike—leaving my prey little chance to escape. So, I sat back on my stool and watched him bop to the song with his friends.

He noticed me. The strobe hit his face. He was so beautiful. Barely eighteen, by the look of him. Dark blonde hair and slender hairless body, though I saw him only at a distance. I returned a friendly smile. He smiled back. So cute, and soon he would be mine.

After the song, he parted ways with his buds and came over.

"Hi," he said. "You were watching me."

I nodded.

"See anything you liked?"

I pulled him to my groin by his ass cheeks. "Why not come to my hotel and find out?"

He gulped okay.

Back at the hotel, we had a beer. I listened to him talk about his life and friends. He needed to be fucked, but was wary of "all those poz guys out there who practice unsafe sex." Little did he know he was about to become one of us.

As I listened to him ramble, I grew impatient. I dragged him to the bedroom and undressed him. I made him get between my legs and blow me.

He looked so ingenuous sucking cock, I was certain he had plenty of experience. He grinned, and told me how much he liked older men. He felt so safe with us. I couldn't help but smile. So sweet and innocent. Boys of his age are such a pleasure to knock up—knowing they’ll be corrupted and spread the seed.

After making him slobber all over my cock and balls, it was time for fucking. I rimmed his ass and dug my nails deep into his hole to loosen and abrade him. He was so tight, I asked if he’d ever been fucked before.

“Yeah, but only safe sex.” We were certainly going to change all that.

I lubed him and told him to get on all fours. As I was about to slide in, he freaked.

"You're not wearing a condom!"

“I’m out of them,” and spent the next 10 minutes assuring him that “I don’t have anything.”

"You sure?"

"Would I lie to you? I like you too much."

"OK, then—long as you're sure."

He got back on all fours. He didn’t see me smiling. I applied more lube to his manpussy and slid my meat in him. I wanted him to feel every inch of me pushing up his ass.

“Go slow! It’s hurting!”

"Relax! You might start bleeding, and we wouldn't want that."

He thanked me for being so kind and considerate.

Watching my dick slide in and out of him almost made me cum prematurely; but I got a steady rhythm going and fucked him for the next 30 minutes. I slammed his ass from several positions to get him good and raw. Finally I told him to lie back and put his legs on my shoulders.

"Pull out when you’re ready, okay? Shoot all over my stomach."

“My pleasure.” I thought, “Yeah, right, Kid! Like I'm gonna waste it! My load is going where it’ll do the most good. Converting you to a cum hungry poz slut.”

After a few minutes, my balls tensed and I shot in him. His eyes got wide as he realized where I was unloading. He tried to pull off, but I was deep inside him. He looked at me and almost cried.

"I thought you were going to pull out."

“Too close. Besides, I’m clean.”

He looked at me suspiciously, so I tried reverse psychology.

"Look. I’m safe. You trust me, don’t you? Think I’d harm you? Is that what you're thinking?"

He put his arms around me and apologized.

“I had to be certain. There are so many poz guys around here. I don’t want to end up like them.“

He almost made me laugh—but I continued the act. Before the night was over I’d spermed his ass twice more, and sucked the last neg load of his young life down my throat.

Every time I hear “Robota” I think of him. Knowing he’s out there somewhere— fucking, sucking—with my bug in him. I doubt he knows it yet. And when he learns, it won’t make any difference. Just knowing he has part of me in him forever arouses me. Still, overall, he’s a good kid. Hope he enjoys it.

I met this cute guy named Paul at a dance club in the city where I and a couple of buddies were checking-out the scene.  I spotted him on the dance floor alone in a corner and noticed he was my height, if probably about twenty pounds lighter. A real doll. His movements were fluid and sleek. His style, provocative. I stood there, smoking cigarettes, watching him.

He was wearing a Tee, worn jeans, and black tennies. He had blonde hair, shaved flat along the sides, which accentuated the narrowness of his face and body. He knew that I was watching. I thought of some exotic urban mating ritual as I watched him gyrate to the industrial noise of the over-sized speakers. My friends noticed the object of my attention and politely kept their distance.

After a couple more songs, the hot young blonde tired of dancing and came over and asked for a cigarette. His boldness caught me off guard, and I could hardly contain my arousal as I fumbled for the pack. There he was, just two feet away, smiling, and waiting for a light and much more.

I dug my lighter out of my pocket and lit his cig. He pulled up a stool next to mine and spread his legs. I stared at the holes in his jeans, lusting after the sparse patches of flesh, wishing I could see more. We talked about the music, life, bullshit. He seemed rather cool and sure of himself.

When Paul finished his cigarette, he leaned over and asked me if I felt like coming over to his place to listen to some better music. I couldn't have cared less about the music, but that didn’t stop me from grinning a lewd acceptance.

He lived in a small one-bedroom in a high-rise within walking distance of the bar. Paul pulled out a couple of beers and we sat on the tiny balcony. He told me that he was twenty years old and worked as a painter with his uncle. He really didn't look twenty. Seventeen was more like it. But he did have an apartment of his own and was probably telling the truth.

I started to rub Paul's thigh. I wanted to touch his skin through the holes in his jeans. When I did, he kind of stretched out, and his erection became evident. It had to be seven inches, and not very thick.

I got on my knees to strip down his pants. He seemed to enjoy being undressed, and made no effort to resist. Like a rag doll with a shit eating grin on its face. He had almost no body hair except for some light brown fur in his pubes and armpits. He had a good tan, but no tan-line. So he used a tanning bed.

That night I sucked off his beautiful seven-incher twice. The first time was rather quick; he shot a load of hot juice down my throat in less than two minutes. After he came, he kissed me passionately, as though he enjoyed the taste of his cum in my mouth.

We rolled around on the bed for a while. Paul knelt above me, and I licked his balls. My tongue probed his anus and slid in his ass. He writhed hedonistically. I lifted him off me and arranged him face up on the bed. It was then that I noticed the handcuffs on the bed posts. I pointed them out, and he grinned and offered me his hands. I put the cuffs on him and hooked them around the bed posts. With his arms thus bound, I began the rape of his body. He thrashed about and flailed wantonly beneath my tongue.

I got more aggressive and spread his legs. He squealed when I stuck a moist finger up his ass, and moaned when I replaced my finger with my tongue. I worked his ass cheeks as I rimmed him.

Once his hole was nice and wet, and his body relaxed, I knelt between his slender legs and pointed my dickhead at his anus. He wanted it all right. He practically backed up on my cock. I pressed forward. He moaned with pleasure (or pain) as my dick slowly sunk into him. I got about three-fourths of the way in, but he was really tight. I leaned forward and nibbled his ears. That drove him wild. I could feel my dick slip deeper into him. He moaned loudly as I began to pulse. I stuck my tongue in one ear, then the other.

With a firm grip on his buttocks I sped up my thrusts. Paul moaned louder as I pounded harder, sharper. By the time I achieved ass-slapping speed, he was gasping for air and grunting with the exacerbated onslaught. I could feel my orgasm building and pounded him deeper. When I could hold off no longer I pulled out to the tip and thrust back with full force. The ejaculation seemed to last forever as a week’s worth of thick poz cum belched into him.

As I pulled out of his brutalized ass I wondered if he were neg or had been. I noticed a small pinkish stain on the sheet where he was lying. Either way, I figured it was no big deal, since neither one of us had asked about status beforehand.

He smiled like a cat who had swallowed a canary, and asked for a smoke. After planting a sloppy, leisurely kiss on his wet lips I lit one and let him inhale. I kind of liked the sight of him cuffed, lying there immobilized, and at beck and call of my venomous cock. If he weren’t poz, he should be. Barebacking like that, it was bound to happen. I was just saving him time and trouble. For his own good, I committed to fuck him again.

James took a deep breath, and walked into the bar. A big guy stopped him just inside the door and asked for his ID. After inspecting it under a flashlight, he stared at him, then motioned him on.

Nervously James found an unoccupied corner. He hoped no one saw him come in. If anyone from the swim team saw him, he'd be blackballed and harassed forever. Unconsciously, he tugged the bill of his cap further down over his face. It took a couple of minutes to adjust to the dark. He’d planned on just observing. To remain anonymous, he’d chosen the most inconspicuous clothing he could think of—baggy shorts, a white Tee, and sneakers.

It’d taken months to come to grips with himself, but he'd finally decided to live life as nature intended. Still, his first trip to a gay bar was nerve-racking.

There were a few guys his age, but most of the patrons were older. James, 19, was a sophomore at the University. He was completely ecstatic to be at school, away from his provincial hometown. He'd decided to take some summer courses so he wouldn’t have to go home. He'd lucked out having the room to himself for the summer, and decided that he was finally going to lose his virginity.

Taking deep breath, he approached the bar and ordered a screwdriver. The bartender looked him over, but didn't say anything. He fixed the drink and handed him his change. James hurried back to his corner. He took a big gulp to calm his nerves and almost choked. The bartender wasn't cheap on the vodka. It burned all the way down his throat. Guys in groups of two and three drifted in. They sat at the bar, or near the TV, and chatted. But the majority of guys, like himself, were alone and cruising.

In the first 30 minutes, James ignored several older gentlemen who made their way to his table; they were ugly and out of shape. 2 hours, 3 screwdrivers and 4 unwanted suitors later, he figured the night was a bust. It was close to midnight, and he was tipsy from all the vodka. As he got up to leave, he bumped into someone.

"Sorry. Didn't see you," he mumbled, staggering against the wall.

A hand grabbed his shoulder. "Steady, guy."

James looked at the man, and smiled, "Guess I had a bit too much."

“Guess you did." The man who held James was taller, about 6 foot to James' 5'6". His blue eyes sparkled. He continued to hold James’ shoulder, and the heat from his hand burned James like a branding iron. Feverishness crept up his neck, into his cheeks, as well as down his back to his legs. His face turned crimson.

"Guess I had a lot too much."

"Why don't you come over and sit with me a while. You're in no shape to go anywhere yet." The man took James' hand, and wove among the tables toward the back of the bar. He sat James down in a chair.

“Be right back.”

A few minutes later, he reappeared with a glass of water. "Drink that. The water'll flush some of the alcohol out of your system." James gulped the water down as the guy watched.

"Thanks," he mumbled.

"First time in a gay bar?"

"How’d ya know?"

"First of all, you're cap's pulled all the way down over your pretty face. Second, you drank way too much for own good. And third…."

"And third, what?" James asked, when he made no attempt to finish.

"And third, I watched you fidget so much in that corner, I got to fidgeting myself.”

James erupted in laughter. The guy joined in.

"I'm Seth."

"James."

James studied Seth for a moment. He had clear blue eyes and red hair, which was buzzed short on the sides and back. He was handsome (No, hot!) and muscular. His biceps stretched the white Tee sleeves and his chest spread the thin fabric taut. James noticed his big tits seemed to poke through the tight white cotton, and his dick gave a twitch.

Seth smiled as James checked him out. James was definitely quite a number, and his body looked ripe for the taking. And if Seth pegged James right (as he had about his first trip to the bar) he was still a virgin. Seth's cock stirred at the thought of popping that delightful little cherry.

"Let me get you some more water," Seth said, and went the bar.

When he came back, James finished a second glass.

"How ya feelin’?"

"Better," James slurred. Seth attempted some minor chit chat, but James felt too muddled to follow.

After half an hour, James thought he’d best be leaving. He got up to go, and nearly fell over. Seth caught him just in time. "I don't think you're gonna make it by yourself. Why don't I take you home."

James liked that idea. He also loved the way Seth's hands felt on his back and chest.

"Where do you live? Should I call someone?"

James shook his head. "I’ve got a single over in the Elm Street dorm."

Seth half supported and half carried James to his dorm. When they reached the main lobby, Seth untangled himself from James. During the walk, Seth had his hands all over the boy on the pretext of keeping him steady. And James, back on his own turf in the presence of this beautiful man, was getting hornier by the minute. He had no intention of letting this catch get away.

"Here you are," Seth said, as they approached his door.

"So, ummm, you wanna come in for a while?" James asked hopefully.

"Love to."

No sooner had they closed the door, than Seth pulled the boy tight against him. He kissed James hard on the mouth, filling his mouth with spit, forcing him to swallow. James groaned and clung to Seth passionately. Seth’s hips thrust against the boy’s crotch. His left hand kneaded the youth’s ass through his shorts, while his right hand undid his belt.

James’ shorts fell to the floor. He kicked off his sneakers. His Size Small briefs came off next; and James' hard cock rubbed against Seth's bulging jeans, dripping precum everywhere.

James pulled off Seth's T-shirt, marveling at his lean, hard body. His hands roamed onto his huge chest and nipples . He couldn't help himself; he pushed his face onto Seth's tit and began sucking.

"Oh yeah! Fuckin’ hot little slut! Chew them nips." And James licked, sucked and bit them.

James untied Seth's sneakers and took them off. The manly smell of Seth's feet hit him hard, like a jolt of electricity. James’ dick twitched. He took off Seth's socks, lifted the damp smelly pair to his face, inhaled deeply, and rubbed them across his lips.

He unbuttoned Seth’s jeans. The bulge at his crotch spurred him on to quickly tug down the zipper. Seth's jeans opened before him, revealing smooth skin and a weird tattoo at the base of his cock.

"Hot tattoo! What is it?"

"It means ‘biohazard,’” Seth hissed. "Like it?"

James yielded to the temptation to kiss it. Seth smiled diabolically. His jeans fell down the rest of the way and Seth's cock sprang up, slapping James in the face. Seth laughed aloud at the stunned look on the boy’s face. He stepped out of his jeans and spread his legs.

James looked at the cock. Again it bounced towards him, dangerous, inviting, tasty. Seth pushed his crotch forward, and James knew what was expected. He opened up wide, and devoured the humungeous pole.

He only got half of it in his mouth when the big dickhead hit the back of the throat. He started to back off when Seth's hand whipped around and rammed him onto it. James gagged, and his throat opened up. Seth thrust hard, forcing his dick all the way into James. His air supply cut off, James panicked. Seth held him tight, watching him thrash and turn blue. "Breathe through your nose, motherfucker!” Seth commanded.

James snorted loudly, sucking air and mucus into his nostrils. As his lungs filled, his panic lessened. Confident he could breathe again, James devoured Seth’s cock aggressively.

Seth closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the young boy working his shaft. He thrust his dick all the way down the boy's throat, and removed it slowly. Again and again he fucked his face rough and hard, abrading his dick on the boy's white teeth. That didn't matter. The only thing that counted was the thrill he felt as he forced his cock all the way down the kid’s throat, the kick he got when the boy gagged, and grunts he heard when the youth’s forehead struck his pelvis.

"Yeah, that's it, cocksucker. Suck that cherry buster real good. Get it all lubed up cause you’re gonna take it up the ass real soon. Get it ready for your mancunt, boy!"

After 20 minutes, Seth pulled off. Purple, proud, and raw, his cock jutted out from his pelvis like an angry club. James took a couple of breaths, gazing upon the treasured phallus. It was covered with spit and slime. Seth waved it lewdly at James. "You want it, don’t you? You want this dick in you?".

James nodded tentatively. He was committed to foregoing his virginity, but he wasn’t sure he wanted the roughshod treatment Seth had to offer.

"Where do you want this big dick, boy?" James licked his lips. His throat was sore. It was now or never. "In my ass, sir. I want that cock up my ass."

"Then you shall have it, boy. You want this cock to split your ass open? You want me to rip your ass apart?"

James was sure Seth was speaking figuratively, but he couldn’t shake his apprehension as he nodded affirmatively. Seth grabbed him by the tits and yanked him to his feet. James swayed as blood gushed to his head and spots danced before his eyes. Seth guided him to the bed and pushed him down on his back. James watched Seth maneuver between his legs, spreading them with his thighs. Despite being drunk, he put his hand on Seth's chest and stopped his approach.

"Wait.” James reached over to the night stand and rummaged around. He came back a condom and offered it to Seth.

"I don't fuck with no condoms," he told James.

"No condom, no fuck," James said firmly.

Seth stared contemptuously at the prophylactic and irascibly tore the wrapper off. James watched spellbound as Seth unraveled the rubber over his huge dick. It looked even more ominous encased in latex. Without a word, Seth parted James' legs again and squatted down so his cockhead abutted the boy's hole.

"All right.”

“Go slow.”

“I’ve never….”

WITH A SAVAGE THRUST, SETH LUNGED INTO HIM.

James' face contorted grotesquely as his eyes screwed shut and a garbled scream boiled from his throat. Lightning flashed before his eyes as the huge battering ram of a cock invaded his body. He felt the condom shredding and ripping into his asshole, his innards aflame.

Seth pummeled him again and again as the boy shrieked in agony. After 10 minutes of ramming—sweat, assjuice, precum and blood combined to slime both cock and hole. James stopped begging. He began to moan as Seth's cock passed over his prostate. 10 minutes later, James was erect.

The reprieve didn’t last long. Seth pulled out and flipped the hapless youth onto his stomach. Seth tugged at James’ T-shirt. James raised his arms and torso to help get the Tee off, but Seth stopped midway, twisting the material above his head, pinning his arms beneath his head. With one hand on the knot, Seth pulled the condom off.

"I told you I don't do condoms."

Tossing the bloody rubber before James’ eyes, he rammed his cock back into the boy’s ass. Viciously, furiously, he plowed his cock in and out of his hole. James thrashed and flailed, but the heavier Seth hammered away. Over and over, the large cock assailed James' butt.

James stopped screaming. His fear, anger, and agony were supplanted by the sensuality of the cock pillaging him. Harder and harder Seth hammered his ass—until James began moaning beneath the Tee.

Seth let go of the shirt and grabbed the boy's hips and fucked him full blast.

"Take this, you little fucker. Take my big dick up your ass. Feels good in there—RAW—don’t it? You want it now, don’t you? Your ass is so tight. Gonna fix that. Gonna make a man out of you. I’ll fix you so you won’t ever need a condom again. Gonna shoot my fuckin’ poz jizz up your ass, get it flowin’ in your veins—know what that means?”

James clenched his asshole as he understood the bombast. Still his rebellious anus betrayed him as it pulsed and danced in tune with the cock raping him. He moaned with every thrust. After 10 minutes, a sweet hot orgasm coursed through Seth’s body. He let out a howl, as his big dick infused volleys of infected cum into the boy’s body. He collapsed on top of James, who lay still. After catching his breath, he withdrew from the boy.

Seth reached down and yanked the T-shirt off over James’ head. With an anguished moan James flipped over to watch his assailant. James’ eyes trailed to the venomous cock that had raped him. It was still semi-erect and slimy with blood and shit and cum. Casually, Seth cleaned his dick on James’ white Tee, and tossed it on the bed.

As he dressed, he stared at the boy. Beneath his ass, the sheets were soaked with blood and cum. He went over to James and pulled him upright. He bent his head back and planted a hard sloppy kiss on his lips while he dug his fingers into his ass. He held up his scummy fingers up to the boy. Obediently James sucked them into his mouth. They came out clean.

I met these poz guys on the Net, and they invited me over. It was close to midnight when I arrived. Boy, did they turn out to be Pigs! It started out innocently enough. They offered me a beer and told me to get comfy.

I watched them fuck until the Top guy bellowed, "You Dirty Fucking Slut, you shit on me!"

He grabbed his Boyfriend by the neck and forced him to eat the stringy crap off his cock. He dragged him to the bathroom and pushed him into the tub. He pissed on him, and ordered me to do the same. I quickly guzzled the rest of my beer and spewed forth the sweetest yellow nectar, aiming at his cock and parted lips.

The Top congratulated me and took the shower head off the hose. He rammed it up his Boyfriend’s ass and told him not to cum out till he was clean.

He led me to the bedroom. He shoved my head into his pits and demanded that I eat his hairy body head to foot. After I worked his tits, cock and hole, he declared himself ready to fuck me, but warned, "You know what I’ll do, if you’re not clean.”

His Boyfriend came out of the bathroom. He told him to sit on the edge of the bed and watch him “fuck the shit” out of me. His choice of words perturbed me because of his earlier admonition.

He rammed his cock into my ass then worked his balls in, too. He fucked me, cock and balls, for 20 minutes. It was the first time anyone’s ever done that to me. Really stretches the hole, you know. Then he told his Boyfriend he was gonna cum in me “cause, you know, I don't shoot in Dirty Ass Pigs".

As he spasmed in my ass, he bit the back of my neck, hard enough to draw blood. I got a giant hickey to prove it. "Take my load, you dirty Fuck. And don't even think of cummin’ yet, cause my Slut Pig Boyfriend ain’t been fed."

When he pulled out, his seed drooled down my thigh. He pushed his Boyfriend’s head against my butt, and told him to suck the juices out of me, and not to miss a drop. The compliant Boyfriend ate my ass.

The Top told him to feed it to me, and the Boyfriend grabbed my hair and spit the gooey mixture down my throat. Then went back to eating me. An excellent ass-eater!

The Top directed me to fuck his Shit Pig Lover. As I enthusiastically plowed the guy, he grabbed my shoulders and started screwing me. That put me over the edge. I told him I could hold out no longer, and he told me to go ahead and cream the Little Shit. I exploded in him with the Top still fucking me.

He told me to get off cause he wanted to work his Boyfriend’s hole with my cum still hot in him. My jizz made the perfect lube, and he shot quickly. He turned his attention back to me. “A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do," and he pushed my head into the Boyfriend’s ass.

I'm not really into that, but didn’t want to spoil anybody’s fun. So I worked the Boyfriend’s cunt, and sucked the cum out of him.

That really got the Boyfriend going, and we went at it mouth to mouth, passing the succulent nectar back and forth between us.

By that time it was 4:30 am. The three of us were satiated but drained. As I latched the door behind me, the poz couple was already asleep on the bed, an entwined mosaic of arms and feet and legs.

His name was Joseph. He was from Spain. I met him in the Village several years ago when he was a student. We cruised each other and hit it off.

He was 24, 5'10", lean and fit. He bragged that he practiced martial arts, though I suspected that was mostly fantasy. Overall he looked kind of grungy--long, shaggy black hair; really gorgeous eyes; and an accent to die for.

Up until then I’d made it a rule not to engage in unsafe sex, because I was still dealing with being poz and all. I really liked him, but I didn't tell him I was poz, cause I wanted to have sex with him. He didn't ask, and I didn't tell.

We went back to his place and made out. God, did I throw a major boner! He was totally my type, smooth, well defined, and hung. We got down to some serious cocksucking. I ate his ass as he lay writhing on the bed, and he couldn’t hold back. Six or seven nasty volleys hit my face and chest. I lapped up his cum and licked it off my fingers. I took his cock in my mouth, and he managed several more squirts. He was one of those guys who could cum multiple times.

He reached to the night stand, grabbed a condom, and straddled me. He was so hot and tight. I uncapped the baby oil and lubed his butt. Before I knew it, he was riding me like a jockey. We switched positions, and I fucked him as he bent over the bed.

I slammed him hard, and he moaned in Spanish. All of a sudden, the friction was incredible. I shot gobs of cum up his ass. I pulled him tight against me. I jerked his shaft while I chewed his ear and twisted his nips. When he shot, I felt his ass do magic things to my dick head. I almost came again.

When I pulled out, I saw my naked cum-covered shaft with a ring of rubber at the base. The condom had broken while I was fucking him. I was embarrassed and scared. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to "clean up." I flushed the punctured condom down the toilet.

He said his ass was wet and leaky from the lube. I didn't say a thing. He kissed me, and said it was okay, that liked his ass sloppy. A portent of things to cum.

We showered and cleaned up and walked down to the corner to grab a sandwich. We spent the rest of day together, and he asked me to stay the night.

We fucked again. I was more careful about the condom, but it wasn't the same. We fucked for nearly an hour, and I made him cum twice. But I still wasn't near ejaculation.

He asked me what was wrong. I was hard as a stone, but my dick was all red from the condom. He pulled it off, poured lube into the palm of his hand and massaged it over my shaft. He straddled me again, and positioned his ass over my rod.

“Now you're going to fuck me without a condom.”

“No, wait. It's not safe”.

“It’s okay. I trust you. I don't have AIDS, and I know you don't.”

Maybe not, but I was POZ. I had to say something.

“Shhh!” He slid down on my ass. The sensation of my oiled dick gliding into his ass was incredible. I let out an impassioned moan. Soon he was riding me roughshod, slamming all the way down to my balls. The last of my resistance dissipated. I grabbed his hips and started screwing like a machine.

“I'm gonna shoot!”

“Breed me, baby. I want your seed.”

I shot a huge load of poison jizz up his ass. It was too sweet, too intense. We came down from that fucking high, and fell asleep.

I awoke in the middle of the night freaked out by what I’d done. I may have pozzed that beautiful man. I started to cry.

My cock was rock hard. I thought about our AIDS fuck again. My shaft jerked. So that was it. Fucking poz was erotic to me.

Joseph rolled over and woke up. I gasped when he grabbed my dick beneath the sheets. Without a word he pushed them back and mounted my pole. I fucked him 3 more times, each time more passionately than the last, each time shooting a poz load up his ass. It didn’t bother me, since I figured it was already too late. After all, hadn’t he practically begged for it?

I fucked him bareback for almost a year, two, three, four times a week. On a hundred occasions. Grinding my seed into him. I studied up on HIV, and let my nails grow. I fingerfucked him till he yelled. I guess he put up with me cause he loved dick so much.

We didn't really start to date, but got kind of intense, at least on my part. I eventually fell in love with him just as he was falling in love with somebody else. He dumped me in the worst possible way, like: “Goodbye. I don’t want to see you again.” No explanation. I found out from friends that he had taken a lover, also Spanish, and that they were incredibly serious and planning on moving to Spain.

A week before his departure, I called Joseph’s number. As I hoped, the boyfriend answered.

“I’m an old friend of Joseph.”

“Yes, Joseph’s mentioned you.”

“Not sure how to say this…. Did Joseph tell you he might be poz?”

“Poz? No! What makes you think…”

“I guess Joseph may not even be aware. You know Joseph and I had quite a relationship before he met you. For almost a year. I just found out I got AIDS. From what the doc says, I’ve probably had it for quite some time. Probably during the time Joseph and I were, well, fucking. I don’t know who else I could have got it from. I think you both ought to get tested.”

“You say you just found out?”

“Just got my tests back Friday.”

“I’ll definitely talk to Joseph about this.”

“Sorry.”

Down at the University there’s this tearoom—a small men's room in the basement of the undergrad library, the best kept secret at LU. It only has two stalls and a single urinal in front of them. Not only was a 5 inch glory hole cut between the stalls, but convenient one-inch peepholes pierced the stall doors. Like the carpenters, who’d finished the toilet, were queer themselves.

Through these orifices, one could view:

the guy in the next booth;

whatever anyone wanted to show off at the urinal;

and whomever was coming in.

There were double doors to the outside, the farthest one in dire need of lubrication—so it was the perfect setup.

Thursday night, about 10 PM, I was in the in one of the stalls. It had been a disappointing evening, so my sexual intuitiveness awakened when the outer door squeaked opened.

The guy was mid-40’s, tall and rangy, with a ruddy face, thinning blonde hair and a mustache, dressed in a checkered shirt and jeans. His blue eyes were narrowed and he looked very intent, not really handsome, but, nonetheless, exciting. And very acceptable.

He entered the stall, and I saw that he was wearing cowboy boots. He sat on the toilet; and soon the narrow toe of his boot slid close to the partition, and he tapped the floor. I responded in kind and, a square of toilet paper appeared, with black marking pen.

"Want to suck me?"

“OK,” I wrote on the same square of paper and passed it back to him.

Peering through the glory hole, I saw him pull off his cowboy boots. He yanked off his socks and stuffed them in the boots. He pulled down his jeans and hung them on the stall door. He was naked from the waist down. That was risky; but despite my nervousness, I found myself admiring the guy's daring. I was amazed when, instead of using the glory hole, he lay down on his back and stretched his long legs into my stall; and I got my first glimpse of the cock I had committed to suck.

It wasn't huge, but it had a very nice shape. My hungry lips were in his crotch in an instant. I took him all the way down to the root; his strong hands grasped the back of my head and shoved me down farther as his hips began to gyrate.

I started to gag; my eyes watered; I couldn’t breathe. When I tried to rise off his cock, his powerful grip forced me down further. Struggling for air, I panicked. His engorged dickhead jammed my air passage. I pictured myself turning blue. I imagined the headline: “Local found asphyxiated in library toilet.” In desperation, using all the strength I could muster, I rose up on my elbows, shoulders heaving, gasping for air.

I gazed warily at the treacherous organ I had attempted to devour, but which had almost devoured me. It jutted upwards, daring, mocking, still completely erect. I heard a sigh of disappointment from the other side.

"What’d yuh stop for?"

"Sorry, man. Had to breathe. You play a little rough."

"Wanna get fucked?"

"Want me to come in there? That’d be kinda risky.”

"No. Take off your pants and slide under like I did."

Nervous as I was, I liked the stud’s can-do attitude.

"Okay," I said, hardly believing what I was doing. It would be one thing if another faggot interrupted us; but if Security, or a cop, walked in….

But his confidence and my sexual hunger got the best of me. I slipped off my Nikes and peeled down my jeans. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so all I had on was my T-shirt and athletic socks. Hanging up my pants, I sat down on the floor.

Cold tiles chilled my butt, but I hardly noticed as I stretched my legs under the stall wall. He quickly grabbed them and pulled me toward him so that my butt bumped over the tiles, and I fell backward, striking my head on the floor, as my Tee clumped up under my armpits.

Most of my body was in his stall. My partner in crime had taken off his shirt. We were naked together, about to butt-fuck in a public restroom. I felt as if I were living out what I had seen in a dozen fuck videos. I was nervous and horny, and my heart was pounding.

I saw him squeeze some white lotion from a little plastic bottle into his palm. His nails were at least a quarter inch long, but perfectly clean and manicured. Before I knew it, he stuck two thick, long-nailed fingers up my ass. Within minutes his invading fingers had coaxed an enormous amount of precum from my dick. It oozed out of my piss-slit and ran down my shaft.

He bent over and licked it up—leaving me slippery wet with a slimy mixture of precum and saliva. He worked my hole with his long nails, and sucked my precum, for what must have been 20 minutes. I was helpless, a slave to sexual bliss, trapped between his nails massaging my prostate and his lips sucking the bejesus out of my cock.

He withdrew his fingers and guided his dick in their place. Since he wasn’t particularly large, it was an easy transition. Anticipation of his hard organ filling me added to my already feverish state and sent me over the edge. For the first time in a long time, I came without touching myself. My load exploded out of my dickhead, and gobs of cum splashed across my bare stomach.

"Nice," he chuckled, as he hiked my legs on his shoulders and began to thrust in earnest with quick, powerful jabs. His breathing quickened and turned to harsh gasps that echoed off the bathroom walls. I prayed no one else was in the basement, for surely his grunts and groans could be heard well beyond the double entrance doors. His organ pulsed and throbbed as he spewed hot jizz into my hole.

He stayed in me for another 5 or 10 minutes, grinding his seed into me. Now that the deed was done, he moved to clean up. I got to my feet and dressed; but he was quicker, pulling on his clothes and leaving the stall while I was still dabbing at the cum trickling down my leg. I realized he must have shot a very full load.

I stayed in the stall, sensing he was in no mood for conversation. I rather wished I’d gotten his name—Maybe we could get together again. I peered through the peephole for a final glimpse of him. He was primping his blonde hair in the mirror above the sink.

Sensing I was watching, he glanced back at the stall. He pulled a napkin from the dispenser. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out the same black marker he’d used to write his toilet paper note, and scribbled on the napkin.

Hot ziggety! He was going to give me his name and number after all. We’d be able to keep in touch! Still tingling from the fucking I’d just received, I thought to myself I’d like nothing better.

As he turned to go, he stopped in front of my stall, dropped the napkin to the tile, and walked out. Anxiously I reached beyond the door to grasp his note which had fallen in a tiny wadded square.

Nothing there at first. I unfolded it again and again. There it was—his message. In neatly printed block letters it read:

“I have AIDS. Do you?”

And all I could think of was his long fingernails working my innards and his cum rolling down my thigh.

I met this beautiful 20-something Adonis at a bar Tuesday night. After telling him how beautiful he was, I asked if he wanted to cum over my place where we could get more intimate.

“Yes,” his eyes sparkled with unmitigated lust.

He followed me 3 car-lengths behind. No sooner were we in the apartment, than I cornered him against a wall, kissing him deeply, and grinding my hips into his crotch.

I licked and bit and caressed his warm lips, felt the fullness of his cock growing against mine, sensed his youthful unsullied beauty blindly crying for defilement. Yes, I promised. It would be accomplished.

I guided him to the bedroom, fumbling with his shirt as we went. I sat him down on the bed and continued to undress him, licking his tits and belly, slipped off his shoes and socks and jeans. Quickly, before he could dissent, his briefs came off, too.

The sweaty, spermy scent of uninfected manhood wafted to my nostrils. I buried my face in his delectable crotch, mouthing his balls and inhaling his delicious masculine aroma. I licked relentlessly, eliciting louder and louder moans from his throat. I knew I was going to bareback him, even if he didn't, yet.

I buried my face in his balls, then beneath them, inching further and further down, teasing my tongue into the lush crevice between his buns.

"What are you doing?" he gasped! Young guys often have no idea of the power of rimming. I knew that he was on the verge of such sexual ecstasy that he would be unable to resist as I pumped hot poz jizz deep into his youthful gut.

I pulled out all the stops, and thrust my tongue deep into his succulent hole, regarding it as a precious delicacy to be savored until all the flavor had been extracted. He moaned and thrust his ass into the air with abandon. I knew it was time.

"I don't use condoms," I announced, as he ground his hips into my face. He went limp for a moment, contemplating the risks and rewards. When he moaned again, I knew I had his assent.

I lubed up quickly and mounted him, raising his legs to my shoulders, a diseased ribbon of precum pointing the way to his prized, neg hole. Gently I entered him, thrusting in and out, each time penetrating him deeper, till at last my pubic hair brushed his ass cheeks. As I looked in his eyes, I suspected this was his first bareback fuck, and that my poz load would likely impregnate him.

I fucked slowly and passionately, the way men are meant to ride boys, raw and deep, then faster and faster, plunging harder and vigorously, getting closer and closer to exploding my poison jizz deep within this beautiful man’s gut. My cock plugged him relentlessly, prepared to fertilize his virgin cunt with a potent load of poison man-sperm. I started to cum.

I plugged his succulent ass so heartily that the bed squawked in protest. The boy’s head slammed against the headboard, but he was oblivious. He had a heated, vigorous stallion inside him, and all he wanted was cock.

My raw jizz exploded, impregnating the innermost recesses of his gut, infiltrating his bloodstream, melding into every vital organ. I rammed him again and again, making sure he got every drop of poison I had to offer. His tight, puckered asshole devoured it greedily, not wasting a drop, wanting more and more. So I dry-fucked him twice more—each time his lacerated mancunt more receptive to my virus-laden spunk.

Several weeks ago I was bored out of my tree and horny as hell. I make it a policy to keep in touch with a circle of guys who like to get serviced. And every couple of weeks I send out messages on several Yahoo bareback groups aimed at the local talent: "Come as you are. Drop your shorts. Get blown. Get fucked, or ride me off into the sunset. No names. No questions. No holds barred. Call or email . . . "

I enjoy meeting the horny guys who answer my ad. Some of the guys I meet become regulars. Call anytime, and we'll arrange a get-together. Even if you just want to drop by on your way home from work and drop a load in my mouth, then head on home to the little woman. Yeah, right! No shortage of married men in my little group, guys who’ve made a mistake and are doing their best to rectify it. And some of them give me their cell and office numbers, so I can contact them.

I was feeling bored, horny, and hot to poz someone. My dentist had told me a few days before that I have a KS lesion growing on my tongue. First symptom. So I called this kid I've seen off and on for a couple of years. Every so often he calls cause he wants to get his rocks off. He's about 24, and considers himself Bi.

He likes to top, but always talks about getting fucked. We didn't connect until late the next afternoon. But he jumped on his motorbike and got his ass over here just as soon as I offered to suck his ass for a couple hours.

When he got here, he wasted no time in dropping his shorts. We made out a little, but I made a point of not kissing him so he wouldn't feel the KS. He laid on the bed and spread his legs like a good little whore. I rimmed him to get him relaxed. He was a little surprised when I cuffed his right hand to the headboard.

"What the hell, man?"

“Relax,” I said. "Don't sweat it. I'm not gonna hurt you. I haven't hurt you in two years. Why should I start now?"

I went back to tonguing his ass. He's always sweet and clean, and just melts when he gets rimmed.

When he got to lifting his ass to meat my tongue, I just raised up over him and sunk my prick into his mancunt with one smooth stroke. He was ready for a ride. No resistance at all.

"Fuck me, man."

Without a thought about safety or condoms or a “Don't cum in my ass!” he just started bucking onto my dick like a fucking machine. He was great! I was so horny to unload in someone I was afraid I wouldn't last long. But I slowed down his rhythm and managed to hold on for quite a while.

Without changing position we must have fucked, off and on, for half an hour, which only made my load bigger and my balls more eager than when he walked in.

"Do you like barebacking?"

"Yeah, man!"

"First time?"

"Not really. But I've never taken it this long before. Can we take a break so I can stretch my hand?" He wiggled his right hand in the cuff.

"You don't really need to, do you? I want to shoot a load of jizz up your ass."

"You're not poz, are you?"

"I'm not only POZ, I have AIDS. How does that grab you?"

Needless to say, it didn’t.

"Oh, shit— don't! No, man, no! I don't want it! Please don't! I don't know what I'd do if . . ."

I let him whine for a few minutes. Actually his begging got me hotter. Just as I was seriously considering letting him go, I lost control and shot a load of hot virus-laden cum up his ass. He screamed like I'd cut him with a knife.

I collapsed on his back. His shoulders sobbed beneath me. After a while I pulled out and tongued his ass clean. His sobs changed to hysterical laughter.

I rolled him over and shoved my tongue down his throat. The lesion is on the underside of my tongue, and as I wrapped my tongue around his, he could feel it. I saw panic flicker back in his eyes. He tried to pull away, but he was on his back and I kept my mouth pressed to his—so he couldn't move.

I reached to the table for the cuff key to free him. I don't know why guys don't get it. That rung in the headboard has been chewed up for years from where guys have struggled with cuffs. Even when his hand was free, he didn't move.

"Shit man. Why me?"

"Why not you? You weren’t playing safe. You were gonna get it, anyway. I just sped things up a bit.

"I’ve been fucked by poz guys before. I've just never been fucked by a guy who is actually sick."

"One lesion doesn’t make me sick."

"I know, but . . .it freaked me out was how you wanted to give it to me. I could feel it. What freaked me out even more was how much I wanted it. God, what a head trip. What a fuckin' brain fuck!"

I could see from his undiminished hardon how hot his first AIDS fuck had been. "Ready for more? Slide that cock down my throat, or up my ass.”

One thing led to another, and he spent the night and took 2 more of my poz loads.

After work Friday night I was horny as hell for a poz Gifter to get off in my neg ass.

So I checked out the play-for-pay masseurs in the classifieds and started down the list. I explained my requirements: me neg; him poz; no condoms. After several rejections, I found a guy who did that sort of thing. He said he’d be right over.

I wasn’t expecting the blond demigod who showed up at my door. About 27, long hair bronzed by the sun, he would have almost about perfect, had he not been perceptibly underweight, with a few telltale lesions on his legs.

I was down on his dick the moment he walked through the door. I nursed his cock for half an hour before I started to nag him about fisting me. We hadn't discussed it when I called, but he was more than ready. Two, three, four fingers. Before I knew it, he had his whole hand punch-fisted up my butt.

I really don't know how long he worked my ass, or how deeply he went. And I didn’t care. What I knew was that this guy was into some serious interior redecorating, and I was getting myself getting fucked up. What could I to do? Ask him to stop? I didn’t want to. When you’re impaled on a guy’s arm there precious little you can do except lie back and enjoy it.

When he pulled out, he wiped the shit on the sheet and shoved his huge cock up my ass. I knew that I was torn up inside. The likelihood of his poz jizz permeating my wounded innards got me even hotter.

"You want my poz cum up your hole?"

"Oh, yeah, baby. All of it!" So he lit it rip. When he finally came, he shot like a geyser.

The fucker was a gentleman. He waited patiently to be paid off. I handed him a fifty, and the last thing I heard, as I dozed off, was the front door slamming.

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I awakened to sun’s rays and a knock at the door. It was almost noon!

Mark, a married dude whom I’d picked up at the bookstore several months ago, stopped by often, usually on the weekend or on the way home from work, or whenever he could beg off from his wife, with an fictitious appointment or an imaginary errand.

He usually arrived unannounced, which I didn’t object to, since he loved to fuck and I was always the willing receptacle. The only thing wrong was that Mark was neg. But I hoped to fix that someday.

We did our usual thing—roll around on the bed for an hour till he dumped his load. With his faggot urges temporarily abetted, he’d grow obsessed with the possibility that his unsuspecting spouse might be getting suspicious.

With a hasty goodbye and a apologetic expression, he’d collect his things, race down the stairs, jump in his car, and peal away. As I watched this charade for the umpteenth time, I hoped to hell he didn’t have an accident or heart attack before I had a chance to poz him.

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The yellow pages were too slick for what I needed next—because yesterday’s KS plagued blonde-bomber had whetted my appetite for a lowlife, AIDS infected streetwalker who would comply with my fondest wishes. And to my delight, I found two of them.

I explained my situation. "Boys, cum fuck the shit out of me. $25 now. $25 after.” Negotiations settled, we headed off to their place near Santa Monica Blvd. I had seen them around on the streets before, so I knew they were OK.

It was strange. We made love in a simple, gentle, old-fashioned way I hadn’t done in years. I really enjoyed it.

They knew I wanted it bareback and were willing to accommodate. No pizzazz, no sirens, no fireworks. Just lots of cum in all the right places Just the touch I needed to finish Saturday night.

The only unromantic part was the payoff, when I had to fork up $25 that I didn’t have. That necessitated a trip to the ATM. See you on the street, guys!

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By Sunday afternoon, I was ready to go again. I found a chat room and located a newly pozzed LA kid. Ostensibly to commiserate and to share advice and wisdom, I invited him over.

He was 23, had been infected only a few months, and already had a viral load of 40,000. I told him I was still neg and needed to convert for personal reasons. He told me I was the first real Chaser to cross his path. At least he had his terminology correct.

I told him if he did an effective job of it, I could turn him on to a number of other Chasers like me, some of whom might pay. He got my gist, and another poz load went up my ass!

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But my sexual thirst remained unquenched. I knew I would have to seek further relief or face a night of tossing and turning. So I called up a Bug Chaser friend of mine, a little Asian named Charles, whom I’d laid the week before.

Charles had a crush on me. He sounded like he'd been sitting by the phone waiting for my call for days. Do girls still do that sort of thing or only boy-girls? He said he that he’d been saving himself for me all week and was starved for my jizz pulsing into him. I told him to get his ass over here, and I’d give him what he had cumming.

I opened the door in the nude. I could tell he was horny. The bulge of his cock against his athletic shorts was obvious. That made me horny—but it doesn't take much—and I felt my dick rising in response.

Soon as we hit the couch he went down on me.

"You want it again, don't you?"

"Oh—so bad, so much."

"Show me how much you want it, baby doll."

He was all over my dick, practically climbing on it. I got him to pause long enough to get us into the bedroom.

The sheets, which had been fresh Friday morning, were soiled with numerous cum stains about the pillows, shit stains at the foot, and the midsection was damp with piss and cum from a few hours earlier.

Knowing full well he had a crush on me and sensing that a little jealousy might be good for the faggot, I detailed how my weekend had progressed so far:

How Friday night I’d paid a masseur to punch fuck the hell out of me, before he shot his poz load;

How Saturday afternoon married Mark, who preferred getting off on me over his wife, had cum over;

How last night I’d paid 2 poz hustlers to fuck me silly;

How, just a few hours before, I’d been fucked by a 23-year old Gifter who was awakening to the possibility of selling his seed;

And now—us.

The tales I’d recounted (and maybe embellished) got Charles so excited he climbed over me and let himself down on my cock.

I pulled him toward me and kissed him. "Go for it, baby doll."

And he rocked away on my dick until he brought me off in his ass! He gushed forth feminine gratitude.

"Can I stay? Would you be able to do it again?"

“I don't know. I've played pretty hard this weekend.” But stay he did, for another 8 hours, until 2 a.m. And I was able to get off, not one, but two more—poz loads.

I was hanging at the rest stop 10 miles from my home, sitting in a cubicle, when I heard someone come in.

He rattled the door and tapped his foot as a signal to open up. I did, and the door swung open.

He didn’t look like much, but I didn’t care. He was MALE. Fifties. Overweight. Not the ideal man to many, but to me an angel of deliverance. Looks can be deceiving, and that was confirmed when he unzipped and revealed a thick 7 inches.

I pulled down my track suit and sat back down on the toilet. He stepped forward and massaged his huge shaft on my face.

I licked my chops at the thought of that huge mushroom head entering me. His cock smelled like piss and shit, like it hadn't been washed in a month; though I'm a dirty slut who thinks nothing of eating a shitty brown hole, so an unwashed dick is small potatoes. I pushed my mouth over the head, which was fat enough that I had to stretch to avoid bruising him with my teeth.

I sucked him like his was the last dick on earth and began to beat his shaft in a cum producing rhythm. The Fucker loved it. About 5 minutes later he pushed my hand off his cock; and with his shaft still in my mouth, forced me back against the wall.

“Gag on it, cocksucker!” And he fucked my mouth.

Slow strokes at first, then faster, till his rod was deep down my throat. Gag I did, a number of times, which made him pause, stop, holding himself motionless in my mouth.

Oh, God! I’ve ruined it!

The first drops trickled down my throat, which became a shower, which became a torrent. It was impossible to keep up! I gulped and swallowed repeatedly, but the overflow dribbled down my chin, soaking my previously immaculate Tee.

When he’d completely relieved himself, he pulled out; and tiny droplets dripped onto my pubes and cock.

He told me to stand up and face the wall. An obedient slut, I complied. His hand pressed down on the center of my back, pushing me over. He positioned his piss-slickened cock between my ass cheeks, meagerly lubing me with a mixture of piss, precum, and spit.

Without further ado he forced the full length of his rod up my ass, right up to his pubes. It hurt so bad I could barely suppress a scream, let alone a whimper. No matter. He obviously didn't give a fuck about me as he piteously rammed deeper into my tight, stinging hole. I loved it. Not the pain. Cock up my ass. I’d do anything for that.

I knew I was completely impaled when his balls slapped my butt. He began to pound me mercilessly, on every stroke nearly withdrawing, then plunging back in so hard his balls slammed my ass. I’d never felt so horny in my life, and precum was oozing out of my piss-slit.

But it was his orgasm, not mine. He began to moan.

“You want to cum in me?”

“I’m gonna cum in you, regardless.”

Even his put-down, his disregard for the most rudimentary practice of safe sex, was a turn-on. A few seconds later he let out a grunt, and I felt that huge shaft pulse buckets of hot creamy jizz into my gut.

He withdrew, buckled his pants, and left. I stood there, legs apart, his sticky load trickling down my leg.

I sat down, humbly awaiting the next trick who might chose to use my spermy mancunt. I vowed from that day forth, to be forever servile to my fellow man, surrendering my body to holy manseed.

All this wonderful PC crap is nice. But if you are so concerned, why would you even think of barebacking?

Just because a guy tells you he's neg, doesn’t make it so. He may not know. He might be lying. So if you are having sex without condoms, all you self-righteous dudes out there had better realize that you are on a suicide mission to hell, just like the guy I fucked at the club last week.

After an unproductive 3-way in the steam room, I saw this cute kid, maybe late 20's, lying in his room with the door open. After a moment’s hesitation, I entered, and closed the door behind me.

We started kissing and groping and sucking. And not being one to beat around the bush I pushed him over on his stomach and started to eat his hole.

But when he sensed I was about to slide my dick in him, he asked, "Are you safe?"

“Of course.” Stupid question—because my sexual necessities always render truth irrelevant. And just to give my answer more legitimacy, I asked, “Are you?”

“Yeah. But don't cum in me, OK?"

"Sure, no problem.” Falsehood no. 2. But after a couple dozen episodes, you get a pretty good idea of what works and what doesn’t.

I shoved my cock in him and started to screw him slow and deep. Just being inside his tight sweet neg hole made all that deception worthwhile. I knew I’d do whatever it took to poz his neg ass.

I was ready for some serious fucking, so I pulled the popper bottle out of my sock and held it under his nose.

Inhale deeply, man, I thought to myself. Take a deep whiff. Make it easy on yourself. Because it’s going to happen, regardless. And after it’s over you won’t feel a thing. At least not for a couple of weeks.

I must have fucked him silly. It had been a week for me, and I really needed to get off. I started out doing him on his stomach, then with his legs on my shoulders, then doggie style, with him bent over the bed.

He was whimpering and moaning and really getting into it. I wondered, if I had told him I was poz right then, if it would have made any difference. Probably so, but I am not one to quibble with details, nor to poison another guy’s good time.

All I could think of was that week’s worth the pent-up jizz accumulated in my groin, just waiting to spew out into his beautiful neg hole. And the thought of pozzing him got the dirty sperm boiling in my balls.

I pulled out all the way so I could plunge back in and maybe bust a couple of capillaries, assuring some permanence to an otherwise fleeting act of copulation. But when I shoved back in, my poz jizz started pulsing into him. Like a gusher, my ejaculations seemed to go on forever.

When at last the spasms ceased, I kissed him deeply and relaxed my hold on him.

"Did you cum in me?"

"Yeah, it was just too hot!" I kissed him again, and he wrapped his arms around me.

Sweet boy. I hope it takes.

I'm a preppy 28 year old, white dude of Irish descent, clean-cut, athletic, by many considered the typical red-blooded American male.

But a more select group of acquaintances knows me for my more intimate characteristics. A bareback top with a mean 7” and a bubble butt to die for. Except for my propensity for barebacking, I’m pretty conventional. I get tested every 3 months, and have so far avoided the bug.

Last weekend I got into chat with a guy in my neighborhood. When I say “neighborhood,” he lives 14 miles away. But by Internet standards, that’s close; so we decided to meet.

I was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door. He was about 40, 5'8", bright green eyes, and dimples. A really handsome man. At first he was pretty easy-going, and we laughed a lot. We seemed to have a lot in common. We smoked some pot and got into a discussion of how it affected us.

I commented that weed relaxed me and made me horny. He countered that it made him more animalistic and aggressive. He wasn't kidding! Once our clothes were off he became a totally different person—obsessed with using the hole of a guy that topped.

In no time at all he had me on my hands and knees with my ass high in the air like a bitch waiting to be bred. He rimmed me for a while and used his spit to lube me. He worked his fingers into my hole. Long fingernails clawed at my ass. I sniffed his poppers and awaited the inevitable assault.

I felt his cockhead against me, and within a minute was impaled up to his balls. A mixture of pain and ecstasy. He plunged in and out of me, almost withdrawing, then back in up to his pubes, till his balls snapped against my butt. My ass is still kind of tight, because I haven’t been fucked much, so each time he plunged in, it hurt. Not that he cared. He mumbled something about dry fucking being best, and called me his pussy-boy and his bitch. He told me he was going to impregnate me and wanted his seed to live on in my body.

His dick, already engorged, grew ever harder and his eyes rolled back in his head—classic signs of a guy about to cum. But he fucked on.

15, maybe 20 minutes later I hit my low. The pot and the poppers had totally consumed me, and my ass had became the fucked-out hole sink hole he wanted it to be. Even token resistance was impossible.

Where, he posed, did I want him to shoot? I'm not a Bug Chaser. If I know a guy is poz, I ask him not to cum in me. I asked his status. He smiled a nasty grin and said that it didn't matter, that he’d already cum once in me.

I thought back 20 minutes, when I felt sure he was going to cum. He had! The fucker concealed it, hadn’t missed a beat, because he knew he could cum again.

Grasping my ankles, he pushed my legs even further apart, and pounded my ass relentlessly as his 2nd load flooded my innards. That was just too much. With a head full of poppers and an ass full of cum, I shot all over my face and chest.

Again I asked if he were poz.

"Can’t rightly say. Guess you’ll have to wait and see. Then we’ll both know.”

I wondered if “Can’t rightly say” meant he didn’t know or just wouldn’t tell me. I've taken some poz loads in my life, but have always cum out neg. Luck of the Irish, I guess. But maybe my luck’s run out.

Meanwhile, I’ve developed an attraction to the guy. I’m going to see him again tomorrow, and this weekend we’re going to the baths together. I’m really looking forward to seeing him. If I have to be his boy-toy, his bitch, even his slave, to please him, so be it. Me, the arrogant ex-top.

I work at a bath house. Actually, I took the job as much to meat new guys as for the money. On the days I'm not working, I sometimes check in as a guest and get together with some of my buds. I'm always looking for new fuck buddies as the opportunity presents itself. My lover, Kevin, is also an attendant there. He is a cute guy with a perfect bod and great legs. It was through Kevin that I met 3 of his buds. One day shortly before Christmas, before Kevin and I became lovers, the 5 of us decided to get together.

Christmas is a slow time at the bath house because guys are out of town or tied up with parties or family obligations. So it's kind of neat, cause you have the facilities all to yourself. The bath house offers testing every Wednesday. I knew Kevin was neg when he came back from the medic all smiles. And he had assured me his buddies were, in his word, "safe". So that left me. I'd tested poz, but hadn't told anybody. I kind of figured it was none of their business, and not worth ruining anybody's holiday over, least of all my own. So I just kept quiet.

As we undressed and wrapped towels around ourselves, I wondered how it would feel sliding my cock up into each and everyone of their sweet bubble butts. Jake especially caught my eye. He had this killer smile. He's 5'11", 165, crewcut, dazzling red hair, freckles, green eyes, and super long legs. Of course, being men among men, our cocks got mutually hard or close to it; and my 7" was no exception. Jake was hot for me from the start. He tweaked my nips, and mentioned how he'd like to sample that bulge beneath my towel. Evan and Tristan, lovers for 3 years, were blonde, short hair, 5'8" and 5'10" respectively, nice bods, and a little more aloof.

After a few minutes of horsing around, I told them I wanted to shower. They agreed, and we hustled off to the locker room. Still half hard, I hung up my towel. "Gosh, Bill, I wish I could help you with that!" Jake said. I laughed. "I wish you could, too." I winked at him, not concealing my admiration for his butt. Coyly, he turned about and stepped into the shower. Perhaps it was the season, or simply the camaraderie, as the warm water poured down on us. But pretty soon we went from soaping ourselves to soaping each other.

Jake's hands strayed to my tits, as the water ran down between our legs. He began to twist and squeeze, and when I moaned he let his hand drift down to my cock. I reached behind him and put my finger in his hole, pulling his body hard against mine. He groaned as he raised his fingers to his lips to savor my oozing precum. He slid down my body to my balls.

Evan and Tristan, shy youth not quite sure they could play a man's game, stood by and observed, till I grabbed their buttocks, and pulled them tightly against me, their hard cocks pressed to my thighs. Coarsely I pushed their heads down to my nips, making them suck my tits like babies.

Sensuously Jake glided up and down my on my dick. He had warm water in his mouth as he gulped down my 7" all the way to the root and stared imploringly up at me. I jerked Evan's and Tristan's cocks, which left trails of precum on Jake's back and shoulders. The three of us kissed while Jake deep-throated me. I put my hands on the back of his head and face-fucked him till he gagged.

Evan went to my asshole. Soooooo sweet! Tristan followed, and they took turns rimming me while they played with themselves. I pulled Jake to his feet. "I love your cock, Bill." "Yeah, but now I need your ass." Jake put his hands to the tile and bent over. Evan and Tristan played with my nips as I grabbed Jake's narrow waist and slid my 7" into him. His ass muscles worked my cock as I plowed deeply into him. Jake groaned and whimpered, and I put my hands on his shoulders to gain more leverage into his mancunt. Tristan said, "Do me, Bill!" Evan added, "Me, too, dude." I pumped in and out of Jake till he yelled "I'm gonna shoot, man!"

Right on cue, wave after wave of my poz cum shot up in his belly as he shot a neg load all over his pubes and the wall. A couple ropes dripped onto his leg and foot. Weak and enervated, Jake fell back against me. And the neg cum on his belly burned like acid into my unrequited flesh. Evan and Tristan lined up their asses ready for their deserts. Jake recovered enough to work my tits as I shoved my cum-lubed cock up Evan's neg hole. I slammed into him, and his head bounced off the tile wall till Tristan steadied him. Evan whispered, "Fuck me, Bill! I need it!"

I buried my poz cock all the way up his neg gut; but he kept pushing his ass back at me, begging for more. Tristin kissed him, telling him over and over, "It's okay, Baby." Like he understood his lover's need to get bred. I pulled all the way out and shoved it back in. Evan screamed. Tristan moaned as he watched me plug his lover's hot butt. As I started to shoot, Evan said, "Can't help it, man! I'm gonna cum!" I quickly pulled out of Evan and buried my dick deep in Tristan, so that both lovers got equal exposure to my seed. I figured if I could convert one of them, they'd fuck each other to death. Tristan, not expecting penetration, let out a yelp, first of surprise, then pain, then pleasure, as gobs of poz cum, lost during the transition, ran down his butt crack, as they did down the leg of his lover. "God, Bill, that feels soooooo good!" I plowed Tristan as lover Evan watched in envy, my big ass balls pounding his ass, as poz cum sprayed into sweet neg pussy.

Tristan's cock was hard as I plugged him, and he was precuming so voluminously that strands of it dangled from his cock to my legs like the web of a venomous spider. He groaned and grunted as I used my cock muscle to penetrate his unsullied butt. Drained, I pulled out, begging exhaustion. Evan, Jake and Tristan toweled off, excused themselves, and went back to the room. Kevin, who had been strangely aloof during the whole ordeal, turned off the water; and we stood there, dripping wet, facing each other. I approached him and kissed him. "When do I get mine, Mr. Macho?" "Doing anything this evening? You know that nice Italian restaurant I mentioned? My treat." "Not exactly what I had in mind." "Well, there's always afterward," I added lamely. "Bill, you shouldn't be so careless. I saw your test results laying in the office a month ago. And now I may have helped you poz my best friends."

Stunned, I just nodded. "You know something? The only emotion I felt, besides nearly cumming myself, was envy. Like I wished it was me getting pozzed. So the way I see it, Mister, you owe me big time. And I intend to collect my due." That evening Kevin and I went to dinner. After that we went back to his place. A fortnight later he came down with the flu. Six months later we became lovers and moved in together. Now Kevin's on meds and has a zero viral load. My own viral load's floats between 75 and 100 (thousand), with T-cells in the 400 range.

As for Evan, Tristan and Jake? Jake's still neg, far as I know. Last I heard, Tristan converted, and pozzed Evan The lovers split up as a result. As for Kevin and me-we're still poz to each other and neg to the world.

I met this guy on Friday and he took me on a date! It was real nice. We went to this Italian restaurant for dinner, then bought a bottle of wine, and went back to his apartment. We chatted for a while, but I was anxious to get fucking.

I’d brought some pot with me, and we smoked a joint. He’d never done pot before, so I figured that was a plus. I really turned on the charm.

We got high (he higher than me) and started to make out. He assured me he was neg. I said nothing about my status. We drank the wine, and I made sure that he drank a lot more than I did.

One thing led to another and we ended up in the bedroom. I was rock hard and knew where I wanted to put my cock. But I didn’t want to scare him off. So I had to go slow.

I ate his ass, got it nice and slick, then fingered him. Four fingers later, I had him moaning like a slut.

I jabbed in and out of him, trying to put some tears in his ass. Pretty soon, I had my whole hand in, but couldn’t get over the knuckles.

Meanwhile, he was moaning and grinding his butt. I stopped every now and then to make him toke, and drink wine out of my mouth. I’d take a big swallow then feed it to him down his throat. We made out, my fingers up his ass the whole time.

I noticed his collection of dildos on the night stand. On impulse, I grabbed a 10-incher and rammed it up his ass. He grimaced and let out a yelp. I figured that might hurt a bit.

So I kissed him and kept my lips pressed to his as I ramrodded that rubber dick into his asshole again and again. All this with practically no lube except for my saliva and a left-over coating on the dildo. He gasped and whimpered against my lips. That almost made me shoot! The things some guys will do for sex!

I kept the dildo in his ass. We toked some more and drank more wine. I made sure he got the lion’s share. I turned out most of the lights and rolled him onto his stomach. Butting my cock against the dildo, I rubbed precum all around his hole.

He moaned a lot. I asked him what he wanted—and he said, naturally enough, my cock. I pulled the dildo out and replaced it with my shaft. He was pretty high and horny; I doubt if he was even thinking latex.

I alternated between the dildo and my cock and began to slip them both in simultaneously. But each time I attempted a double fuck him he gasped in pain. So I left the dildo in and fucked around it.

It was hot, feeling that 10” dick filling up his hole beside my cock. The first time I rammed it in along side the dildo, he yelped. I slapped his ass and made him toke again, while I tried to picture the damage I was doing to his innards. He’d be sore for a week, I was sure.

The pot worked, but it was I who couldn’t last much longer. Resolved, I fucked with long, sensuous stokes—almost pulling out then plunging back in as deeply as I could. Shortly thereafter I shot my first poz load.

Taking no chances, I continued to work the dildo in and out of him after I withdrew, to make sure my seed got massaged into his tissue.

I kissed him, and worked his tits. He wanted to beat off, but I told him No, that I wanted to keep him horny so all he’d think about was getting fucked. After that, he compliantly kept his hands off his dick.

I told him I had to clean up. In the privacy of his bathroom I examined my cock. Sure enough, there was blood on it. I washed off my dick and flushed a fantasy condom down the toilet.

I let him cum eventually—in the morning, after I’d fucked him twice more and was pretty well spent. On each subsequent occasion I sealed him up with the dildo, so the bug would have a chance to penetrate his capillaries.

Now, of all things, the guy’s falling in love with me. He told me so last night. Actually I think it’s appropriate—considering the time and effort I put into him. But it wouldn’t work. It’s against my policy to associate with poz guys. Damaged goods and all that. And too much competition.

I’ve always been a fan of bookstores and sex clubs. I love the musk of men cuming together in the heat of gay sex. But from where I live I have to drive forever to get to a city of any size. The doc who provides my meds, for example, is 70 miles away, and in a small town, at that. For that reason, I don’t go to see him unless I have to and sometimes when I ought to.

Some guys ask how I can stand being so isolated. I probably couldn’t, if it weren’t for the rest stop on the Interstate, just 5 miles north of my home. On a summer night, and usually during the spring, fall and winter, I can get all the sex I want.

Hidden from the highway amongst a vast stretch of heavily wooded forest, it’s a haven for any gay American male looking for cum, cock, or ass. You wouldn’t even know it was there, were it not for the small highway sign.

The adjacent male and female outhouses are dimly lit and derelict. There’s a sink with faucets that yield a mere trickle when turned on full-force, a horse-trough style urinal, and 2 badly stained toilets separated by a carved up partition, a veritable directory of lascivious promises and libidinous graffiti, replete with diagrams, names and phone numbers.

But the most telling feature is the partition’s roughly hewn 5” glory hole, which may or may not be boarded up, depending on the maintenance crew’s last visit. That’s where the cruising starts. But the real action takes place far behind the T-rooms.

When you enter the rest area, you have to drive aways to get to the T-rooms. If you park at any distance on either side, you’re adjacent the extensive picnic facilities of grills and tables, areas unlit at night and totally engulfed in darkness.

The paths start at the rear of these picnic areas and converge far behind the T-rooms. There the woods are thick and filled with a great maze of paths with numerous natural and man made clearings, bypasses, and detours. On a warm night you may pass a pile of hastily discarded clothing and inhale the aroma of pot, poppers and sex.

************ MIDNIGHT **********

I pulled into a dark parking space before the first picnic area. The only lights were from the distant T-rooms. I took off my shirt, leaving myself in tennis shoes and gym shorts, and ventured into the dark, dank woods.

As I entered the forest I removed my shorts and hung them about my neck. They were nylon runners, favored by many who frequent the park, because you can get your head through the leg hole, so they become a bandanna of sorts.

As I made my way down the trail, the moon was full, and the human animal known as the gay man was in full heat. On my right I heard grunts as a needy butt was plowed, and on my left, hungry slurping on a leaking hardon.

I had one destination in mind. Like spokes in a wheel, the paths converged on a hub far behind the T-rooms, a clearing about the size of a house, devoid of trees and worn down by the many sexual encounters that had occurred there—the orgy area.

A young black man was getting fucked doggie style while he sucked a trucker type. The guy doing the fucking was about 24, tall, and slender. I watched in the moonlight as he worked his cock in and out of the black’s love canal.

The trucker thrust his dick down his throat, and grunted, "I’m cummmmming!”

The black gulped repeatedly in an effort to keep up with the ropes of cum shooting into him, as the dude in his ass forced his face deep into the trucker’s crotch, rendering him helpless and gagging.

The trucker, finished ejaculating, pulled out; and I stepped up to take his place. The black quickly devoured my cock, bathing it in saliva and remnants of the trucker’s cum. The guy fucking him quickened his pace as he thrust in and out of the dude’s hole and shot.

"Milk my fucking cock, baby!"

The black sucked on with abandon, as spit ran from his drooling mouth onto my shaved balls. The fucker pounded his load deep into his hole, withdrew, and left.

By that time a dozen guys had gathered round. I pulled out of the black guy’s mouth and turned his ass to me.

He thought I was going to fuck him, but I dropped to my knees. I wanted that load for myself. I opened my mouth and tongued his loose hole. I tasted fresh man juice, and his hole was so hungry it opened up for me, allowing my tongue to reach its inner depths.

I licked and tongue-fucked him with abandon. The black was in hog heaven. I lapped at his hole and placed my wet mouth completely over his rosebud, sucking out more and more jizz. All that cum couldn’t have come from one guy . The very thought of what I was swallowing got my precum flowing freely.

The trucker watched with great interest. As I worked the black dude’s hole, the trucker got on his knees to blow me. He had a mouth that must have launched a thousand orgasms--licked my shaft down to my balls, then sucked them into his warm wet mouth.

I ate deeper into the smooth brown hole and stuck a finger into it, working it around on the black’s gyrating hips. My persistence paid off.

"I am gonna shoot!" cried the black dude, in a half-scream, half-whisper.

"I want your load, man," said the trucker.

He pulled off my cock and onto the black guy’s. I rammed a second finger in his ass. If he’d held still, I would have put my whole fist in there. But he bucked and shot. As he did, his ass tightened. More creamy cum spewed into my mouth. I was so hot by then it was driving me crazy.

The guys left, and I headed back to my car for a much needed cigarette. I opened the door and grabbed my half-crushed pack. I checked the time.

************ 1: 10 A.M. **********

I made my way back down the path, again removing my gym shorts, hanging them about my neck. I walked into the woods away and found one of my favorite spots. It was a tree with a limb just right for sitting and listening to the night sounds while your eyes adjusted.

I stroked my cock and listed to the grunts and groans of mankind’s sexual encounters. I watched various forms of man-flesh go by, all hunters after the same prize, dark outlines illuminated in moonlight. A few shirtless guys, some nude like myself, some alone or in pairs. A few paused on the path, sensing my presence. If any of them had approached, I would have offered them more than a smoke. But none did.

I was anxious for another intimate encounter. I walked on down the path to the fuck tree. It had limbs just the right height to support me as I stuck out my ass, inviting all cummers. The top had to stand at the edge of the path, putting others on notice there was a hot bottom ready for creaming. And, sometimes, when it was really good, guys would line up waiting to shoot their wads in me.

It was humid and the air smelled of rain. Far to the west, sheet lightening illuminated the sky. The threat of precipitation deterred no one since it was still in the 90’s, and a warm rain would be welcome. The moon was partially obscured by the clouding sky, and the park turned darker around me as footsteps approached.

I bent my ass to the wind to see if the anonymous cruiser wanted to play. The footsteps stopped. I felt a hand on my ass and a finger slip into my hole.

"Nice ass." said the stranger, twisting the finger around in my hole.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

He dropped his cutoffs. A slender cock pressed against my rosebud. I puckered my ass to suck in his meat. Briefly the moon came out from behind the clouds. I saw remnants of the many sexual encounters in this area. Old underwear, lube, napkins, empty popper bottles, no condoms.

In one thrust, he shoved his dick all the way in me, causing me to gasp in pain. Tears ran down my cheeks. But I’d asked for it. Quickly I reached into my socks for my little brown bottle. I took a deep whiff and opened up even more to my first fuck of the night from this long and slender cock.

He pulled out and rammed back in me with all his weight, again and again, knocking me off balance. I bent down and grabbed my ankles. He grabbed my hips and pounded into me with heart stopping madness. Involuntarily my rosebud locked about his cock, milking it like a baby suckling on a mother’s teat. His legs tensed as his cock grew stiffer. His balls banged against my ass. I leaned back into his thrusting pelvis.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" he cried.

" Rip me open!"

"Yeah, man!"

He came in my hole. I steadied myself on the branches as he pulled out. Up came the cutoffs and away he went into the overcast night.

************ 2:15 A.M. **********

I was wet with sweat and burning with desire. A few drops of rain touched my naked body. I bent over, aware that other guys had been watching.

I was rewarded by another cock sliding into me. This one was not as long as the first but was thicker by far. I reached back to feel the top and connected with a hard mass of male muscle, thick and full of cum.

I’d been opened deep by the last guy--now I was going to be opened wide. He, like myself, was one of the nature lovers, preferring to prowl the woods nude. I grasped the tree limb. He offered me a hit of his poppers. I inhaled deeply, and the earth began to spin. I could feel my ass open wide, and occasional rain drops began to land on my body like a lover’s caress.

The drops grew larger, and the potential downpour spurred us on into pure animal lust. I took another hit of his poppers and grabbed at my ankles. The fucker reached down and spread my ass cheeks apart for his thick root. As he did so, cum from the previous fuck dripped out of my ass to lube his solid cock.

I may have been tender from the first fuck, but his dick felt about as big around as a coke can. He bucked into my ass forcing me to accept his great shaft. He jerked all over, shaking rain drops from his hair onto my back. I tried to tighten my grip around his huge cock, but it was very hard to do.

Thrusting deeply, he said, "Fuck! I’m cumminnnnn!"

"I want your seed, man."

He gave me one last bang and came in hip thrusting madness.

************ 3:10 A.M. **********

I was close to spent, but wanted more sex.

I stepped onto the main path and found 5 guys standing close by. It was raining steadily. I bent over for the first cock I saw, and took a long uncut dick in my mouth.

Another guy began to fuck me roughly, rocking me back and forth on the cock down my throat. I grabbed a dick on each side and began to beat them off. A fifth desperate guy lay down in the mud beneath me to blow me.

The rain came harder. Sensing this would be our last sex of the evening, biological necessity took precedence over the storm. The guy under me was muddy, but continued to suck.

The guy fucking me swayed from side to side as the rainstorm dissipated back to a shower. The uncut guy I was sucking rammed my gullet; and the mud-soaked dude took my 6 inches to the hilt.

We’d just got a nice rhythm going, when one of the guys I was jacking began to pulse. I pulled off the uncut guy to take his cum down my throat, licking every drop from his softening dick until he was dry. I went back to Mr. UnCut, who soon bucked and grabbed the back of my head, feeding me my 2nd long drink of manjuice.

He pulled out of my mouth with a pop, and I sucked the other guy I’d been jacking. I could tell he’d been fucking from the taste of ass juice on his cock. He rammed it deep down my throat, just as the guy fucking me smacked my ass. The sound echoed like a gun shot through the night.

I moaned as I started to shoot. Each thrust from behind forced more cum out of my dick into the mouth of the muddy cocksucker beneath me.

"I’m going to cum!" shouted the husky voice behind me.

"Give his ass a load, and I’ll give him one in the mouth," said the guy from my right.

"Shit! This is one tight hole, man!" said my fucker.

"Eat my cum, you hungry bitch," said the man before me.

A 3rd load of hot cum flooded my mouth. I gagged on his dick as he thrust down my throat, forcing me to drink all of his jizz.

As he punch fucked my throat, I was forced back onto the throbbing cock in my ass like a cum sandwich.

The guy who had been milking my dick beat his meat a few licks, and I quickly contorted to lick up load #4, an earthy mixture of cum and mud.

Both my holes were vacated. I was allowed to breath normally again. Anticlimactically, we went our separate ways.

************ 3:50 AM **********

As I walked back to my car, I was careful to sidestep and puddle jump on the slippery path. The park was deserted; the forest, quiet. The only movement rivulets of rainwater and the cum leaking out of my ass.