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I walked into the baths about 4 p.m., horny as hell, and saw this guy, Mike, coming out of the showers.

He was the same guy who’d taken my load two weeks earlier. We’d fucked standing up; and I plowed his ass, my balls slapping his butt. But what caught my attention was the way he wiggled his ass at the end to catch the last few drops of my cum. I wondered why we hadn’t exchanged phone numbers.

Mike was about 5'8, mostly shaved head, less than average body hair, nicely muscled, small waist, average cock, great legs, bubble butt, and still neg.

Me? I’m 5'5, 150, beefy, muscular, good arms and legs, smooth, and poz. I’m normally a bottom and can take a severe pounding. About the only thing that makes me top is a stud pussy, preferably neg, who needs it more than I do. And this was one such guy. I zeroed in on him in the corridor, and our eyes locked.

“Hi, Mike,” I said in my best nonchalant, glad-to-see-you manner. I wasn’t sure how much he remembered our previous encounter.

He stopped, legs spread, ready for anything.

I stepped behind him and slipped my hand beneath his towel. I knew what I’d find, but had to confirm. Yes! Lubed and ready to go. Moist hole. Nice pussy.

I led him to the only room available, an open cubicle with the door removed. He lay down on the bunk, and right away I stuck a finger up his ass. He moaned. I knew how this was going to end. Just like it had the last time. I was going to fuck him raw, no rubber, my pozcum shooting up his ass.

"You like taking loads, don't you?".

He hesitated, reluctant to acknowledge his perversion.

“You want my cock up your ass? You need it, don’t you?” I had to get this bottom to commit. To do so would expose him to a variety of venues.

“Please, sir,” he begged.

Compliance at last. I raised his legs to my shoulders and shoved my dick into his well lubed hole. He gasped audibly. We locked lips and sucked tongue. I gripped his head like a vise as he chewed my nips.

I fucked him doggie-style. I put my fingers to his lips, and he sucked them eagerly into his mouth. I knew his type well--submissive, horny beyond belief--when in heat willing to do anything to achieve gratification. And I was unscrupulous and amoral enough to use his obsession to convert him.

A small group had gathered in the doorway. Oblivious, we continued to fuck. Thinking that variety would achieve what my pozcum might not, I pulled him to a standing position, his chest against mine, his ass pointed toward the doorway. I kissed him, motioning for a guy, any guy, to cum over.

Johnny-on-the-Spot approached and slipped his dick into Michael. The new dick took Mike by surprise; and reflexively he jerked away, but I pushed him back on it. When he realized I was the instigator, he spread his legs to ride it.

Would I make a great pimp? Whoring this guy out. I spread his ass cheeks further.

"Fuck his ass, " I commanded. "Fuck his faggot pussy. The cum slut wants it. The more he gets, the more he wants. He’s begging for it!"

Mike was huffing and puffing, as his ass muscles coiled about each thrust, in an attempt to keep it in him forever. Out of nowhere a guy knelt between us to suck our dicks. Another approached to work our nips. Michael didn’t stand a chance. He moaned louder. I thought sure he was going to shoot; but it was Johnny-on-the-Spot who obliged.

I slipped my finger in Michael to be sure. He’d been bred all right. Pushing the other guys aside, I crouched down and stuck my tongue up Michael’s ass to taste it. The guy who’d been sucking our dicks stood beside us panting. I supposed he deserved a little something for his efforts. So I again spread Michael’s ass, urging the cocksucker to make a deposit. A few minutes later, he complied.

That's it, I thought to myself. Watching these guys fuck had whetted my appetite. Brotherly love can go just so far. Then you got to take care of #1. I pushed Mike savagely to the bed and entered him. Wow! Manpussy lubed with jizz made all the difference in the world. Fresh cum sloshed around in him, massaging his innards and lubing my dick. His pussy felt so warm and wet and cumfy . I shot the 3rd load of the evening in his sweet hole.

All this was fucking had taken its toll on Michael. He began to groan, "I’m cuming! I’m cuming!” and shot all over his stomach. I quickly bent down to lap it up; and we headed out, through the crowd, to the showers.

He kept saying, "Man, that was a first for me. I’m such a tramp."

I replied that I’d helped him become that tramp.

He nodded, and I could tell he really enjoyed getting ganged. He got this glint in his eye as he said, "I’m not gonna forget this for a long, long time."

I agreed, but not for the reasons he had in mind, considering that I am poz, and he was neg, and his other two fucks were, to say the least, iffy.

End of story? Not quite. We showered, toweled off, and kissed. It was that final lingering kiss that told me neither one of us had had enough. I dragged Mike over to a toilet cube and sat down on the seat. I had him bend over, ass facing me. I licked his hole and finger-fucked him. He started moaning for the umpteenth time. My dick sprang to action as I realized that the cum-whore still hadn’t had enough.

I pulled him down on my cock. The cum loads already in him lubed my dick, and I fucked the 4th load of the day into him. There we were, in the toilet, a couple of poz pigs, fucking like dogs. Oh, shit, I’m getting ahead of myself.

I was in Florida visiting friends. It was Friday, and my buddy suggested we hit the Trax. I’d been there before, and thoroughly enjoyed it.

The place was packed. My friends and I started cruising. I ordered a beer and was standing at the bar when this big guy, whom I’ll refer to as my Benefactor, walked up and grabbed my ass.

He was damn near perfect, 6’ 4”, buzz cut, goatee, thirties, not resembling your typical pretty boy, built more like a cop or Marine. Just the type I’m into. He was organizing a poz party and wanted me to attend. When I told him I was neg, he said I’d find it interesting and ordered us another round.

He called over his associates to introduce them. He told me they’d been poz between 2 and 14 years, he being the 14. In his book, seniority didn’t mean age, but years since conversion. For instance, he said, if I were to convert that night, I’d have the least seniority and be low man on the totem pole. At the time I didn’t have an inkling what he was talking about.

The guys were getting playful; and at the Trax that meant cocks were cuming out and asses being probed, including mine. My Benefactor’s associates had gleaming, precum-oozing, throbbing rods; and he himself, a big fat prince albert--just what I like up my ass.

The associates did some exploration, and I was the hole that got drilled. We were standing at the rear of the bar. One of the guys surreptitiously pulled down my shorts, pulled out his dick, and fucked me, albeit briefly. Within minutes, I had 4 cocks in and out of me. My Benefactor suggested that was a sample of things to cum and asked me if I wanted to party. I said I was no slouch.

I told my buddies I was heading out for a while, and we walked around the corner to the Benefactor’s apartment. He was obviously the man in charge and a gentleman, insisting his associates take a crack at my ass before he did. So each of them took a turn--just a mild fuck, maybe 5 minutes each, but my hole got a good 20 minute workout.

Next thing I knew, one of the guys fed me a big hit of poppers and began to pound my ass relentlessly. Not surprisingly he shot his load rather quickly. Number-2 shoved it in me and worked Number-1’s cum to a froth. After about 10 minutes, he deposited his own jizz. Number-3 took longer, worked the other loads deeper into me, before adding his own poz seed to the mix, in an extremely vocal orgasm.

The Benefactor fingered my ass and was decidedly pleased with the gifting. With one powerful thrust, he plowed his own baseball bat of a cock into me, working my hole with long cum-covered thrusts. A few minutes he later shot this magnum load.

I could feel the manjuice in me, that warm, well-fucked feeling that is so awesome to the newly bred. Each of the dudes kissed me as their jizz leaked out of my overwhelmed ass. I thought we were done for the evening, but the 4 guys had a different idea. Within minutes each of them mounted me again and planted another load.

I’d been fucked nonstop for 2 hours. Finally they let me cum. Each of them lapped up some of my jizz, consuming no more than a lick, so as to leave some for the others. Kind of a souvenir, I suppose, of the last neg load I’d ever shoot. When it came my Benefactor’s turn, he shoved a large butt plug up my sore ass to keep their jizz in.

The 3 dudes headed out to another bar; and my Benefactor and I walked back to the Trax. He insisted I wear the butt plug till we got there.

He’d been arranging poz parties for the last 6 months. He owed his success to a very simple formula--assembling 4 to 6 poz tops, or associates, to breed a single neg bottom. So far he’d had no failures and a 100% conversion rate.

When we arrived at the Trax, I excused myself to remove the butt plug. By the time I came back to the bar, he’d hustled up 3 more poz loads, acquaintances or associates. He introduced us, and we went outside to the alley.

When we re-entered the bar, it was closing. My buddy approached us and said it was time to go. A nudge to my knee told me my Benefactor wanted to meet him, so I made hasty introductions.

Facing away from my buddy, the Benefactor mouthed “neg?”. I nodded I thought so. Smiling, my Benefactor said he hoped I became a permanent part of the team. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. I wandered off to join my other pals, while my buddy and the Benefactor embarked on a private conversation. They must have had a lot to talk about, because they huddled together for 15 minutes. We were the last ones to leave the bar.

On the drive back I wondered…had this been a setup? Had my pozzing been solely the Benefactor’s work? Or had my buddies been in on the deal? Fascinating speculation, but it really didn’t matter.

It was about 6:30 on a Thursday when I left the Wall Street and headed for the home. Usually the subways are crowded well into the evening, but when I got to the station, it was deserted. I headed toward the end of the platform where I usually catch the train. There, behind a post, was this attractive suit, 30’s, blonde, blue eyes, no ring of any sort. Just my type. He looked kind of frazzled after a hard day’s work, his guard down but not out. So for lack of anything else to do, I cruised him.

On the nearly empty train I sat across the aisle from him so I could stare at his crotch. It was pretty obvious what I was doing. He got the message and cupped his groin. 10 minutes into Brooklyn he got off, and I followed.

On the platform, we introduced ourselves. He was Kevin, single, 31, and horny. The feeling was mutual, and we hauled ass for his apartment.

Soon as the door slammed behind us, we began to make out. After an eternity of kissing, groping, probing, and haphazard disrobing, he led me into the bedroom. He was worth the wait, pretty awesome with his clothes off, well-built, toned, with a juicy cock and an even juicier ass.

I asked him if he were top or bottom, and he said both. We sucked and played with each other, and then I asked him to fuck me. He put on a condom. I hate the damn things. He told me he was neg. But I wouldn’t hold that against him.

After a while I told him I wanted to fuck him; and he was seemed pleased with my suggestion. Since this Roman used condoms, I played by the house rules and grabbed one of his rubbers. I fucked him wearing the condom till I got his ass nice and sloppy with lube and spit. I started to jerk him while I fucked him, doubling his pleasure. I pulled out and asked him to get on his knees.

I fingered his ass with one hand while I pulled my condom off with the other—carefully concealing it beneath the sheet. That accomplished, I shoved my bare cock up his hole and really started to ram him.

I worked his tits and slammed my bare cock up his ass for a good 20 minutes. As my cum came to a boil, I shoved my pulsing cock in deep into his ass. A week’s worth of poz jizz shot into his guts. Mission accomplished!

I pumped him a bit longer to massage it in real good. Of course he had no idea I had fucked him raw. He moaned and writhed and played right into my hands as I poisoned his sweet neg ass.

In the business of pozzing, the technique of pulling out is as important as the way you get it in. The name of the game is to avoid suspicion. I pulled my condom from under the sheet; and slipped it over my dick head to make it look like it had mostly come off as I pulled out. Then I made sure Kev saw me pull it completely off. I kept my hand over the empty reservoir to conceal it. I finished by sucking him off so he’d want more when it came time to reseed him.

True to form, he gave me his phone number and practically begged to call him over the weekend. I’ll oblige, because I want to make sure he gets properly seeded. Then I want to keep in touch until his next HIV test. I’ll be so shocked when he tells me he’s poz.

“Oh, Kevin! Do you know who did it? With the meds these days, it’s no big deal. Long as you keep a strict regimen and take all the pills the doctor orders. You won’t get sick and die. You’ll be able to keep on working. Depending how you feel about it, you can even bareback now. That’s the positive. No one has to know. There are guys who do that, you know. Gee, Kevin, do you think I ought to get tested?”

I met the birthday boy at a club I don't usually frequent. The crowd is younger and overall less mature than what I like. But a buddy of mine twisted my arm, so I went along.

I was having an okay time dancing until I bumped into this kid who was no taller than 5'5", but built like a gymnast and wearing no shirt. He gyrated his hips in this sexy manner and kept looking in my direction. I smiled at him, which he took as an invitation. Next thing I knew he was pushing his butt against my crotch--and we were dirty dancing.

It wasn't long before I asked him to have a drink. My buddy was tangled up with a bunch of twinkies on the dance floor, so I didn't feel like I was abandoning him. Chip and I headed toward the bar.

He’d just turned 21 and was celebrating with some college buddies. He was studying geology, and his only sex had been with guys in the dorm. There was a lot he wanted to explore. And he didn’t mean just geology. We drank a couple of beers, danced some more, and ended up in his jeep a half hour before closing.

I invited him over to my place since I live alone and don’t have to worry about roommates or uninvited visitors. Earlier that day I‘d purchased some high-grade weed and wanted to try it out. We headed up to the roof of my building to smoke a joint and jabber. A few tokes told us the stuff performed as advertised, and it hit Chip particularly hard.

"I feel so fucked up now."

I volunteered to give him a massage, and we went downstairs to my bedroom. I had him undress and lay face down on the bed. I took the baby oil and started rubbing him down. He got to moaning and grinding his hot bubble butt up into my hands. Every time I ran past his crack, he'd part his legs a little more, until, by the 5th pass, he was lying there totally spread-eagled.

He wanted it bad—and so did I. I rubbed the oil into his crack and leaned my face close to his boy butt so I could smell the musky scent emanating from his hole.

"Do you like to buttfuck?"

I tried not to laugh. “Do I like to buttfuck? Hell yeah!”

He asked me to put on a condom. “Sex is so much better raw”, he said; but he wanted to stay clean in case he ever met “Mr. Right.”

I made the comment that if he ever met “Mr. Right,” it wouldn’t matter if he were clean or not.

I almost always bareback and halfway contemplated refusing. But considering my status, I figured he had a point. I lubed the condom generously with baby oil (his ass was pretty well lubed from the massage) and slowly slid into him.

To my surprise, he grimaced, and complained how much it hurt, and asked me to pull out. I told him to sit on it. That might be easier. We tried it that way but he still complained, and pulled off my dick as soon as I entered him. I was getting frustrated, but tried not to show it because, well, he was just 21; and I figured he hadn’t fucked much.

"I guess this isn't going to work," he apologized, reaching back and pulling the condom off my cock.

I expected to hear him to say that he’d better be going. But instead he kept his hole positioned right above my cummy dick, and gradually lowered himself till strands of precum clung to his man-pussy.

"Too bad for me, cause I really wanted to feel you way up inside me, a special kind of birthday gift. And I bet you wanted to fuck me, too. So if you wouldn’t mind-- perhaps we can try again, bare.” He began gently rocking back and forth on my cock--so that, ever so slowly, my raw dick entered him.

When the head of my cock popped past his sphincter, he got this glazed look of on his face. His lips parted, but he said nothing further. I slid deeper into him. He leaned back on me. His hungry hole gripped my dick. I could remain passive no longer. I pulled out, rolled him onto his back, lifted his legs to my shoulders, and began to fuck him hard and deep.

When I started to get close, I heard him moaning, "Don't cum in me, okay? Just don't cum in me."

"Why? You know you want my seed."

"Don’t cum in me."

“I can’t impregnate you unless I cum in you.”

“Don’t cum in me.”

“You want my special birthday gift, don’t you?”

“Don’t cum in me.”

“Too late. My precum’s already flooded your guts. I’m gonna S-H-O-O-T!”

My body exploded in orgasm, and I did make a feeble effort to pull out. But Chip, in a moment of passion or, perhaps, in a sudden change of heart, locked his arms about my buttocks and pulled me tight against him. Wave after wave of my diseased cum pulsed into him. His own jizz, perhaps neg for the last time, shot onto my chest.

To make a long story short, the marijuana and the fucking had taken its toll and shortly thereafter we fell asleep. In the morning he was the first awake; and I fucked him once more in the shower and, finally, in the alley behind my building as we were saying goodbye.

It was then that he asked my status.

I hemmed and hawed. “Status doesn’t mean anything,” I said. “A guy may test neg one day, have a fatal affair the next, and end up poz.”

“And did I just have that fatal affair?”.

“I think so.”

“Then I’d better get tested.” He glanced off down the alley toward where his jeep was parked. “I didn’t expect to stay neg forever. In fact, I kind of wonder if I wasn’t asking for it last night.”

“I think you were.”

With that we kissed. He hopped in his jeep, and drove off.

I walked out of the doctor’s office around 4. My blood work had the week before. But this time was different cause the doc had called me back for a 2nd appointment.

My T-cells were down to around 300 and my viral load was approaching 100,000 so he’d recommended I start on meds. I looked down at little pieces of paper in my hand, fluttering in the hot summer breeze.

My prescriptions. Somehow I didn’t think I’d ever get them filled. I’d take my chances. Still if I didn’t do something, things could get out of hand. I might get sick or even die.

God was it hot! Course you’d expect that in late July. I needed someplace dark and cool to mull things over. Someplace where I could get comfortable. My favorite adult theater came to mind, where I’d probably originally got pozzed in the first place.

The car seemed to have a mind of its own as it headed in that direction. Like I was just cargo and had no choice in the matter. No freewill really. It’d been that way all my life. All I ever did go along for the ride. My destiny had always been out of my hands. No thinking to do, no decisions to make. Actually I preferred it that way.

Course on this day I did have some serious thinking to do. Whatever course I took, I wanted to be sure. So today I wouldn’t do anything. Wouldn’t have sex. Just watch and observe, maybe cop a feel or two. But that’d be it.

So who was I kidding? You do something often enough and it gets to be addictive. You get to need it and often. Cock and cum and man-pussy get to be irresistible, a part of your being.

I knew I was addicted, that I was going there for another sexual fix. Just like the guys I’d meat. They’d be the same as me—addicted. Some poz, some neg, some who still didn’t know they had the virus, some with the advanced symptoms of AIDS. Course it’d be too dark in there to tell. Which suited me fine. I might be there some day. As for the negs, I figured they were all in a state of transition.

Yes, I was there for sex. That’s what the place was for. Might as well rename it the House of Man Sex. That’s why guys went there. Not to watch porn flicks. I stuffed my little pieces of paper in the glovebox, which was already so full of junk I had trouble making it latch again.

I suspected that’s where they’d remain, till things really got serious and I really needed them. Then I’d reconsider. As I opened the car door I’d already mentally switched gears in anticipation. And pills, except for Viagra, were the furthest thing from my mind.

I entered the theater and it was dark as hell. I stood against the wall in this alcove till my eyes could adjust to the darkness. It wasn't long till I was joined by several dudes, a couple of whom began rubbing my ass and crotch. I’m still kind of choosy about having some fat old troll do me. So I gently brushed past them and walked into the main theater until my eyes could adjust.

I stood against the wall and a vague outline of hunky dude in tank top and shorts a few feet away gradually took shape. A minute later I was able to discern he kept glancing my way. Beside him another guy, no shirt, in jeans, was also looking my way. The first dude walked over and began working my nips. I motioned for the second guy to come over. He began rubbing my crotch.

I pulled the tank off the one guy and pushed it down in his shorts. These guys started sucking my tits and licking my armpits, taking turns pushing their hands down to my bush. I rubbed each of their asses, putting them on notice as to my intentions. Neither of them backed away or resisted. So it is in life. Bottoms always outnumber tops. So I was at a definite advantage.

The first dude licked down my love trail and pulled my shorts down past my waist, and took me down his throat. I put both hands on the back of his head and start face fuck him as he choked on my dick. His gagging was music to my ears. As he pulled off my dick, I noticed precum and spit glistened on his chin; and I realized my eyes had adjusted quite well by then.

As he gasped for air he whispered, “Feed me that dick!” And went down on me again while the other dude went to his knees licking my low hanging balls. I pushed his head hard onto my sac. But little shit couldn't fit both my nuts into his mouth; so I settled for a wet tonguing. They took turns sucking my cock and licking my balls, and I reached down and pulled on their nips to excite them and make them moan.

I was pretty preoccupied with the 2 guys so that I hadn't noticed that we’d acquired an audience. One dude, a house painter, Brian, who was later to become a good friend, came over to watch closely. I pinched his nips thru his T-shirt. He moaned and licked on my tits as his hand massaged my ass muscle. I fed my dick to the two dudes and got a kick out of plowing my cock down their throats and making them choke. Brian (the house painter) began to rim my ass. I reached back and pushed his head hard into my crack till I could feel his tongue massaging my hole.

I looked down at the 2 pathetic dudes working my pubes and said point blank, "I want to fuck your asses!"

One said "Yeah, man, I need that, " while the other just moaned. I pulled them up to their feet, all 4 of us with our dicks out, and they followed me over to the back row of theater seats.

I pulled the one guy’s shorts down and pulled down the other’s jeans down to his ankles. They both had prime little asses just begging to be boned, and the thought of burying my diseased cock up their guts got me so hard. I leaned each of them over the seat arms, and Brian the house painter gave them each a hit of poppers cause I had no lube other than precum.

I held onto the first guy’s waist and shoved my dick up his ass. He yelped and started to raise up, but I pushed him down and told him to relax. He yelled at me to go easy, and I plowed his hot little ass even harder. Brian, maybe more out of sympathy than anything else, began to suck the dude’s dick.

The guy yelled, "Oh man I can't stand it. You’re tearing me up!" Which was what I wanted, so my poz cum could find a way into his bloodstream. And I grabbed onto his shoulders for more leverage and plowed as hard as I could while the other guy looked on, anticipating what was in store for him, too.

We were sweating like pigs, and the sound of my balls slapping his ass resounded through the theater. I pulled all the way out and shoved it back all the way in his gut and on the 3rd plow he yelled out "Shit, man, I’m gonna blow!"

I fucked him ever harder till he said, "Shit, man, keep breeding me!" Seconds later he shot his load into Brian’s hot mouth. His body crumpled as he fell forward into the cushion part of the seat. I pulled out, his ass and my cock wet with poz precum.

I looked at the 2nd guy who said, "Plow me!” I pushed his head down into the seat and plunged my cock into his smooth ass to the hilt, as the dude yelled "Oh shit, man!" so loudly I thought maybe the guy at the front would have come back to see who yelling so hard, but he probably thought it was just the sound track from his cheap ass porn flick.

Brian again took the guy’s dick in his mouth and I plowed into him with all my might. My chest was against his back.

"Take my ass, man! Use it, dude."

Easy to say. Easy to do. I started plowing him so hard he began to whimper.

"Shoot in me now, please!”

My dick stretched that little hole and I could feel him squeeze tight around my shaft as he tried to milk my dick. Sweat dripped from my forehead and off my chest onto his back, as I plowed into him splitting him hard as I could.

A couple of other dudes were playing with my back and legs while I bred this guy. I looked down at Brian, who he had his dick out stroking hard as he sucked on the dude's hard cock.

I was getting close as the guy’s hot ass sucked in my cock, and as I tensed I said "You ready for my load?”

"Fill my belly up with that load, man. Unload in me, now!"

I bottomed out in his gut and my muscles tensed up as my load shot into his gut and he moaned and said, "I can feel your load, man! Fill me up with your jizz.”

I kept plowing away in him as my balls contracted and my cock pulsed and quivered, and I shot ropes of diseased cum into him again and again. Brian swallowed the dude's jizz, and himself shot straight onto the dude's ball sack. Brian’s cum dripped down the dude's balls and ran down his thighs and legs.

I pulled out of the guy’s ass. My cum ran down the guy’s ass crack onto back of the his balls while Brian’s jizz saturated his front. Brian reached up licked the remaining cum off my dick before I put my cock back in my shorts. The two dudes pulled on their shorts and jeans, as some of the guys in our audience, the ones who hadn’t already shot watching us breed, came one by one.

The guys I’d just fucked asked if we could get some time soon, and I patted them on their respective asses and told them I’d like that for sure. They followed me up to the attendant where I borrowed a pen and some paper which I tore into strips.

The two dudes wrote down their phone numbers, and I wrote down mine. Brian gave me his cell number. I left the place sweatier than I when came in, but with a lot less cum.

As I walked through the exit, I wondered which of the three would be the first to call. I made a mental bet that it’d be the first dude whom I’d not yet impregnated, but I’d take care of him later. Then Brian. Then dude number two.

As I pulled onto the street, the glove box popped open. Too much junk I guess. I’d have to clean house. The little pieces of paper, the prescriptions, with which I’d started the afternoon, fell out. I grabbed them and was halfway tempted to toss them out the window. But being a practical sort I shoved them back in the glove box and slammed the door. Might need them someday. I turned my attention to how much I wanted a nice cool shower.

It was only Thursday, only lunch time. The weekend was still a day away. But I was hot and restless. So I got on the Net to see who was available, lucked out, and made arrangements for a lunch time meating.

I raced home for my lunch time tryst, and almost as soon as I got there, my hookup arrived. Skater dude type, loose canvas pants, jacket, baseball cap. He’d insisted there’d be no conversation. I greeted him at the door, led him to the bedroom, and sprawled face down on the bed.

He knelt beside me, pulled out his dick, and pushed two fingers into my hole. Withdrawing his fingers, he plunged the whole length of his cock into me. Excruciating pain tore through my being at being so suddenly impaled.

He pulled out his dick, which must have been about 7". His fingers again went into my ass, tearing at my hole, prepping me for the impending onslaught. Moments later, the assault began.

It was a good fuck--both of us wanting and needing it. He needed a hole, and I needed to be bred. A match made in heaven. He drilled me relentlessly. I was pinned beneath him, my legs splayed apart, my hole taking the full weight of his pounding.

We must have made a pretty picture -- my butt rearing up to meat him as he plunged deep within me, the shadow of his dick but a blur as it gyrated in and out of my ass. No words exchanged. The two of us driven by pure lust to breed and fuck and get bred.

Only a small grunt escaped him when his jizz shot into my hole. I don't always feel it when a guy cums in me. But I did that time--a nice luxuriating warmth, squishy and soft, that told me I’d been bred and bred hard.

I washed off his dick out with my mouth, savoring the mingled flavors of cum and ass juice, the salty, musky taste of jizz from my cum filled ass.

Later that night, I took two more loads -- one from my regular fuck bud, Bob, and the other from another new guy I’d met online, Tony.

Bob is a great top, about 5'10 and 175, with a thick dick that curves slightly upward. He loves to fuck hard -- so hard my fingers curl from the sheer force of his pounding.

His favorite thing is to make me to swallow his whole dick while I’m lying down until his thick tool is buried down my throat and I’m gagging from it. Then he hoists my legs to his shoulders and fucks me savagely giving my hole no chance to adjust. While he screws me, he tweaks my nips, pulling and milking my big eraser-head nubs. And when he cums, he bellows as he fills my hole so I know for sure that I’ve been had.

That night was no different, but a little variety was in store for us with the addition of Tony. Bob arrived first, taking a big hit from the poppers, then we got right down to what we do best.

Bob's pounding always reduces me to abject submission. My whole body is transformed into one humungeous shuddering hole, ready to be used, abused, drilled and filled as he sees fit.

But there was an added element that night--the cum that was still in my hole from lunch added a layer of nastiness to our increasingly wild play. My ass quickly slopped up from the earlier load and Bob’s cum.

As my fingers grazed my hole, they came away wet with cum . Bob had fucked the lunch time stuff out of me while adding his own deposit of fresh jizz.

When Tony arrived, the temp rose another notch. As an ice breaker, a rush of tongues darted in and out each others’ mouths. With Tony up to speed, he had me suck him while Bob joined in to fuck me again. Then, almost as if scripted, they switched. I sucked Bob’s dick, then Tony’s, both right out of my ass.

It's difficult to describe the kind of intricate choreography that happens when there's good chemistry among three guys, the kind of seamless interplay that needs no depraved words of goading or lurid suggestions to take on a life of their own. Silently, naturally, our love-making progressed. Three bodies in continuous motion, in various sordid contortions, the smell of cum and poppers permeating the air.

I lost count of the number of times they switched off. I took it standing, bent over, on my back, on all fours, sitting, every which way. At one point, they double-fucked me. I sat on Bob and Tony pushed his dick in as well. My hole expanded to take them both. The poppers provided the needed assist, and I was flying.

Tony fucked me with gusto. At one time during our play, I got up, stood on the bed, turned my back to him. and spread my ass. I was oozing with fuck juice, and wanted him to eat me. I guided his head to my hole, and his sex-crazed tongue went wild. He slurped deep into my hole. And when I couldn’t take his love caresses anymore, we kissed and spat and traded ass juice.

Bob was the first to shoot, his dick deep in my ass. For the second time that evening he shot torrents of cum into me. Tony took his place, plunged his dick into my cum-laden hole, and bred me with load number four for that day. As any good bottom will tell you, that's the best kind of gift ever.

It had been a great day--with a hot lunch time fuck followed by an explosive early evening of double loads. And the weekend hadn’t even begun.

I met Jason at the arcade. I’d just blown a big hole in my wallet at the blackjack table and was pissed as hell. Saturday night in Atlantic City with no money in wasn't going to be much fun.

I wandered around a bit before heading to the arcade. I was broke, and mad, and horny. Not a great combination for the next neg ass I was going to nail.

I ended up checking out some guys playing video games. I don't understand today's games. I’ve tried them. Give me “PacMan” any day.

Two guys were beating each other up on the video screen. It was some sort of virtual fighting game--balls of fire, killer tanks, stuff like that. I asked the kid standing next to me how the game went. He answered me in that teenage way where he talked to me, but his attention was somewhere else.

I took a good look at the kid whose name was Jason. He must have been 19 or so, smooth white skin, and big blue eyes framed with thick lashes, like a girl’s. I’m about 6’ 1”, and his head came up to my chin. He had on a black T-shirt that read "No Fear."

My dick jerked inside my jeans at the thought of making love to him. I had to get to know Jason better.

I started bullshitting him about not understanding today's games. Then moved to find out who he was with. His folks were at some concert, and he was left to wander around tonight. He’d already shot his wad on the machines and was just bumming around. I told him I had also blown my cash and had nothing else to blow, and hoped to find a quiet spot to nurse a beer and take a toke.

His body language perked up slightly. He asked me where I was going, and I said I had no idea. Maybe onto the beach or under the boardwalk. I asked if he wanted to join me. He shrugged, but struck me as very keen on the idea.

I went to get my stash, and met him on the boardwalk. The night had grown chilly, and the coolness penetrated my sweatshirt. Jason wore only his T-shirt, “No Fear”, and I could almost see goosebumps on his arms. We hustled to a nearby deli, bought 2 beers, then headed to the beach.

It was too windy on the beach (and too open for what I had in mind) so we wandered under the walkway and ended up in a corner under the pier. We sat down on the cool sand.

We huddled together to stay warm, more for his sake than mine, and guzzled our beers. I lit the joint and gave him the first drag. Jason toked and shivered, but was smiling.

We made small talk for a while. I let him toke up more than me, and urged him to finish off his beer. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder " to keep him warm." My fingers worked his nipples, and, if he noticed, he didn’t protest.

I steered the talk to sex, and we talked about girls and blowjobs and fukking. The weed was doing its thing, and Jason giggled a lot. I lit a second joint, took a puff, and handed it to him.

I told him that I was frustrated and horny, and hadn't had a blowjob in a week.

“Your girlfriend give it to you?”

“Nah, some fag at the gym.”

“You let a fag blow you?”

“Yeah. Some guy followed me to the steam room. And blew me. Swallowed my load. He was fukking good. Better than my girlfriend.”

“I’m so horny. You feeling as horny as I am?”

Jason giggled nervously. “Yeah.”

“Mind if I jerk off?”

He shook his head.

I unzipped and hauled out my dick, a rock hard 9 inches. With my free hand I reached for the joint, took a toke, and handed it back to him. He took it from me, and took a long hit; but stared at my dick, caught up in the buzz of the beer and the weed.

“Better if you join me.”

I yanked up his T-shirt and unzipped him. Forcefully he pushed my hand away, but left his jeans unzipped. After a minute, he unbuttoned and pulled out a nice piece of young dick. It was a respectable 6 inches, but he needed to bumped it to the next level.

“Nice dick. Good size.” Jason blushed. “You’ll be able to please a lots of girls and guys with that.”

“No fag’s gonna touch my dick.”

“Whatever. But they know how to give some awesome blowjobs.”

“How big is it?” I grabbed it and stroked him. He didn't protest when he realized it felt better to have me do it than himself.

“Feel mine.”

I moved his reluctant hand to my dick and made like I wanted him to jerk me. Uncertainly, he complied.

“A little faster, man.”

I pulled him next to me. His jeans had fallen around his ankles. I pulled up his T-shirt and tweaked his nipple. He gasped. I moved close to his ear. “Suck my dick, Jason.” He shook his head, and kept jerking me.

“Watch this!”

I bent over and swallowed him whole. He moaned out loud as I gave him a sample of expert cocksucking and moved on down to his balls.

I pushed him onto the sand, pulled off his sneakers and jeans, hoisted his ass in the air and began to eat him. He’d never been rimmed before, but he sure did like it! Eating his boyass got me salivating like a wolf, so I used the excess to lube my dick.

Before he knew what was happening, my poz dick probed his neg hole.

“What the fuk are you doing?”

“Nothing. Just relax,” I started to push into him.

“Get the fuk off of me,” He struggled to get out from under me. But it's pretty hard with your knees to your chest. And since I’m was 175 pounds to his 120 or so, for Jason it was impossible.

I popped into his cherry ass and he scrunched his face up in pain. My dick twitched at the sight of seeing his pretty face like that. He yelled out in pain, so I clamped a hand on his mouth.

“Shut up, you little bitch. If you keep yelling, I’ll tear your ass apart.”

Jason continued to struggle, so I just plunged my dick up all the way into him. He screamed into my hand and his face went white in agony. I held very still, and waited.

“Do you want me to hurt you? Or are you gonna cooperate?”

His cheeks were wet with tears, but he nodded.

“Okay, now relax,” I said.

Slowly, I moved in and out of him. Eventually his ass juices blended with my poz precum, and the ride smoothed out. After a few minutes of hitting his prostate, Jason got hard under me. I reached down and jerked him as I pounded his neg ass raw.

“You got a hardon! You like getting fukked in the ass!”

He shook his head no, but a moan escaped his lips, caused by my expert pounding and hand job I was giving him.

I got that tingling in my nuts, that meant I was gonna shoot my killer load in his sweet boy ass. A few more strokes and I went over the edge. I shot 6 or 7 volleys of hot poz cum into Jason’s torn up kunt. I bellowed in his ear as I came.

When I floated down off the high of bugging his neg ass, I gripped Jason’s hard dick in my hand. I jerked him slowly and sensually, while I whispered nonsensical stuff in his ear about his ass being mine, his tight cherry, about how great a fuk he was. His eyes were still leaking tears while his dick was leaking precum all over my hand.

I pulled out of his used hole, slithered down his body, and took his dick in my mouth. I gave him a deluxe blowjob and got him off. He moaned loudly as the last neg load of his young life spewed into my mouth. I swallowed it greedily.

He didn't make a move to leave, so I laid next to him and held him. I fukked him a second time, and lubed by my poz cum, he enjoyed it more. I also figured the second fuk was insurance that my poz load would take. And with his consent he’d have a lot less to say to mama and papa.

We walked him back to his hotel together. I knew he was uneasy about what had occurred. After all, he’d consented—at least the second time. I figured in his book that meant he was a fag. We never said another word. I knew he needed time to sort it all out, figure out that what had happened wasn’t so bad, and that, sexually, he’d never look at men quite the same again. I thought forward to the day when he discovers he’s been pozzed. Wish I could be there.

Penniless, I left Jason and went on back to my hotel, changed clothes, and checked out. Jason’s ass blood had stained my briefs. I threw them in the suitcase on top of everything else. Happy poz life, Jason!

I ended up at the Mustang Spa--an old health club, with pool and Jacuzzi, sauna, steam room, etc. I hit the sauna and the steam room with my Viagra hardon and had a few guys chow down on it, but only took one load.

So I cruised around a bit, till I met this good looking dude hanging out in his room. Say early 20’s, 6’, 190, with a great dick, but a total bottom.

We started off with poppers, kissing and caressing. He said he’d been at the Coral Sands the night before--a place notorious for fisters.

I slipped 2 fingers then 3 into him. I loved the wonderful warmth of his insides and added a 4th. He asked me to go slow—cause he was all torn up and worked over from the night before. I almost got my thumb in, but I knew he was hurting; and traces of blood came out on my hand. So I worked my 4 fingers around in him, reopening his previous night’s wounds as gently as I could.

I chowed down on his mancunt, lubing his hole with my spit. His ass juices and rectum--tainted with blood--tasted so good. He was my ideal candidate.

I rose up for some hot fukking. Eagerly his legs went to my shoulders. As stretched out as he was, I had no problem entering him. After a few minutes I told him I was going to shoot, and all he said was “Yeah!” So I continued to pound away at him.

When I was real close, I whispered, "I’ve got a load of poz cum for you!"

His body tensed as his ass muscles tried to reject me. He said, "WHAT???"

That was obviously not what he wanted to hear, so I tried something more to his liking.

"I said, I just shot a load of hot cum in you."

He smiled and relaxed. Still hard from the Viagra, I stayed in him, moving my dick around inside him, massaging my poz load into every inch into his ruptured innards.

When I pulled out I rolled him onto his stomach (so my bug juices wouldn’t leak out) and massaged his back from his hole (where on each pass I inserted 4 fingers deep into his rectum), up his ass cheeks, over the small of his back, to his neck, spreading poz cum along the way. My toxic massage must have really felt good, cause several times he almost fell asleep. We cuddled like that for almost half an hour. I timed it. Of course I had an ulterior motive. I wanted to be sure the bug had ample time to do its work before he washed anything out. Otherwise, I would have been long gone.

Now that he’s received my gift, I think he’s ripe to carry on the tradition of bug sharing. He’ll be back at the Coral Sands in a day or two just as soon as he has a chance to heal. Bottom fisters like him are just too addicted to ever stop barebacking, no matter what.

I was on vacation and hanging out at the local bar when this cute guy came over and started talking like he knew me. His name was Dion. Before long we were hugging and kissing, and I was getting pretty hot so I suggested we go back to my motel.

We sat on the couch and got all over each other. I figured it was going to be easy getting inside him. We groped each other like a couple of teenagers and were getting pretty sexed up. We moved to the bed, where we practically tore each others’ clothes off. He was a quite a sight--smooth skin, slender frame, with a 6" cock standing tall and proud.

The sight of his dick made my own hole twitch. I wasn't sure how this was going to turn out. Much as I like drilling a tight hole, I can go either way. We tumbled around on the bed. Sometimes I was on top of him, and sometimes he was leaning over me.

I was almost to the point of sitting on his dick, when he hooked his legs around my waist. As he pulled me towards him to kiss me, my oozing dick lined up with his tight little ass. We hadn’t talked about rubbers, so as far as I was concerned we were going to bareback.

He looked me right in the eye and said "I am S-O-O-O ready.”

Ready for what? Ready to fuk? Ready to feel my naked dick up his tight sweet hole? Ready for me to flood his ass with my poz cum? Ready to convert? It really didn’t matter. I was going to fuk this hot little guy and shoot my poz load inside of him. It was as basic as that. I had no doubt about my intentions.

One night, I was in a situation similar to this one, except the rolls were reversed. I let this guy fuk me without a condom. It was the most incredible feeling—his dick, lubed only by precum, sliding in and out of my ass. At first I wanted him to pull out, but the more he fukked me, the more I wanted his bare dick deep inside me. A few more strokes and he groaned as he shot his hot jizz into me.

I tested neg after that, but I was addicted. I wanted only bareback sex and actively sought it. The next time was different, though. He was an aggressive fukker—plunging deep into me right from the start. God it hurt! As he went rigid he whispered, "This is it, boy. I’m breeding your ass. Can you feel my shit entering you?"

His load did feel kind of different. Not like a spark, but definitely some kind of charge, no pun intended. I was pretty sure he was poz--and that I'd been pozzed. A few weeks later my quarterly test confirmed it.

Dion shivered as my slick dick brushed across his ass lips. They kissed my dick as his hole yielded to me. He really was ready. His ass sucked in the first inch of my dick. As I kissed him deep, the rest of me entered him. I’ve been in some hot holes before, but his was a liquid velvet inferno. He hooked his feet together behind my ass and pulled me deep into him. I could feel his hard dick between our bellies. He was on fire and he was so ready. So was I.

He said he’d only been fukked raw once before and that it felt so much better without a condom. I readily agreed. I wrapped my arms around his small frame and held him tight as I stroked in and out of his receptive little hole. I got light-headed thinking that I was about to breed this sweet neg guy with my charged load. The thought of impregnating him was so erotic!

"You're so hot, Dion," I told him. "I'm gonna shoot in you. Your ass feels so good I can't help it."

"Fuk me. I want to feel your cum in me," he whispered, "I am S-O-O-O ready." I knew I was poz and he was neg, but there was no way was I going to stop short of ejaculating in him.

As he told me one more time "I’M READY," my charged load shot out of my dick so forcefully that a backwash of cum swelled around my dickhead. He hiked up his hips to make sure I was as deep in him as I could get, and to provide another squeeze around my dick with his ass muscles.

"Take it, Dion. Take my seed."

I kept squirting into him--more than I had in a long time. This was one of my first fuks after converting, and one of my first known post-conversion fuk, and it did feel like there was something more shooting into him than just my cum.

We kissed and I held him tight as I stayed on top of, and inside him. As he unlocked his legs, I pulled out of him. We’d fukked so hard that hole didn’t initially close up, and strands of my seed dribbled out and ran down his ass crack. I pushed him onto his stomach so it wouldn't all run out. On his butt, his cummy hole started to close, capturing my poz seed forever inside him. I forcefully probed his hole with my fingers to massage the virus into his innards.

We met at the bar every night for drinks, to have dinner, and get laid. Five times in all. So it was no surprise when 3 months later he emailed me that he’d tested poz. He asked about my status, and I said I really didn't know. Since he’d barebacked with least one other guy, he couldn’t be sure which one of us had knocked him up. I told him I’d better get tested.

I also asked what exactly he’d been so ready for that first night. He said he’d been ready for anything, for my dick and cum inside him, and even ready to get knocked up if it came to that. It had.

Sometimes it's so easy to bug a neg. There's no challenge to it. But since every faggot deserves the fatal fuk, it’s my duty to oblige.

I was at an AIDS benefit, and this young bartender kept giving me the eye. I figured if he wanted me to dick him, I’d accommodate. So I started a conversation, and hinted I’d go home with him if he wanted.

He got this look of lust in his eyes, and I knew I had a taker. He said be off in an hour, so I waited around in anticipation of shooting a killer load up his ass.

I had his clothes off in no time. He had a good body and a nice dick, but it was his ass I was interested in. The easiest way to get into a faggot's ass is to rim it, so I went to work on him.

I had his legs in the air in no time. I spit on my dick, aligned it with his hole, and thrust my weapon inside his guts. He gasped, urging me to go slow, cause he hadn't been fukked in a while. That turned me on, so I started to power-fuk him. I had one objective in mind—to blow a huge load of deadly cum deep inside his guts.

He kept stroking, and I pulled his hand off and told him not yet. He told me that most guys who screwed him came in a couple minutes. I said that I had no intention of making this QUICK (which was true) and DIRTY--which was not.

I started to really plow his ass. I wanted to tear him up a bit. After10 minutes, I was ready for the kill. I asked him where he wanted it.

He said to shoot all over him, but NOT INSIDE.

That made me smile, knowing he wanted to stay NEG but was taking my poz dick up his ass.

"TOO LATE!" I said. He tensed in a last ditch effort to reject me. I shot what felt like a gallon of POZ jizz up his NEG ass. He went limp, accepting the inevitable.

I kept fukking him, massaging my cum into his gut. He started stroking his pole again, and I let him. I flipped him onto his stomach, and slid my dick, slick with poz cum, back inside him. I started pumping again, and 20 minutes later shot my 2nd load of poison. I glanced at my watch. I’d fukked him for half an hour so far.

My dick came out pink--cum mixed with blood. I pictured my virus entering his bloodstream, which made me hard again. I told him I needed to dick him some more.

The grimace on his face told me he was getting pretty sore. But my needs came first, and I rode his neg ass for what seemed like an eternity (but was only 30 minutes). I finally shot my 3rd load. His hand went back to his pole, and I let him cum. I figured he deserved that much. He shot all over his chest—hopefully the last NEG load of his life.

As I dressed, he told me he’d never been fukked him like that before, and that it’d been the best sex of his life. I agreed, but not for the reasons he was thinking.

I told him to relax, that I’d get the door myself. I locked it behind me. I left him there naked, covered with his own cum, my deadly bug taking over his body. Not bad for an hour’s work.

I led my buddies in a bathhouse pozzing of a little college junior who stumbled onto our little group. He was about to graduate big time, but didn’t know it yet. His sweet virgin ass didn't have a chance. We sucked and licked and finger-fucked him into submission, and then injected him with six poz loads. Let me tell you how it’s done.

It all started a year ago as three of us Gift Givers bemoaned our lack of new meat. We watched the young colts on the dance floor and tried to pick out the guys who hadn't barebacked yet but were ready for it. A couple of us would approach them and make a date to meat them later at the baths. Few asked our status, and we told those who did there’d be some poz guys around, so be sure to look for us. We never said we were neg. They just assumed as much. We typically approached five or six guys in a night, and usually two or three would show up. So far we have a perfect record. Not one has ever escaped poz injections.

Things didn't work out so well that night, 'though. We wound up with six guys, all poz. We left the door to our room open to draw in passers-by, and a little college stud, who just happened to be at the baths that night, paused outside our door to watch. I invited him in, figuring he was poz 'cause he had this cross tattooed on his bicep that we mistook for a “PLUS (+).” He turned out to be a fairly apt sucker and a decent top, but got kind of skittish when we tried to mount him. While he was off at the can I suggested that maybe he was neg, and with the cooperation of my poz buddies, upon the return of the guy, I casually turned the conversation to his status, and he confirmed my suspicion. He was neg.

Within seconds we had him surrounded and teased and tousled him. Six lips, six tongues, and sixty fingers went to work him over. No man could resist what we did to him. He got to thinking with his dick and not his head. He didn’t even consider leaving or telling us to ease off, he was enjoying it so much. Two guys knelt on either side of him, holding him up. Two worked his tits while another kissed him, and a fourth sucked his dick. I hoisted his hips up to my face with his sweet thighs slung over my shoulders. I lubed his hole with my spit as I alternately rimmed and finger-fucked him. He started moaning, and I coaxed him for permission, saying things like “Like that? You are one hot stud, you know. Like my fingers in your hole? Feel good? [and] I’d Like to put my dick in there.” We probed and licked and sucked him into acquiescence. He got to the point where he couldn’t take it any more. Two of our guys cradled him, while the others continued to kiss, nuzzle, and lick him to death. I hooked his legs around my waist and rode into him with a long deep thrust. I’ve done some kickboxing and have fairly powerful legs and a muscled ass. So I can get real forceful if I want. Resistance is not an option.

I was so hot I came pretty quickly. I looked him in the eye so he’d remember the exact moment he’d taken his first poz load. I bent forward and kissed him and whispered I was cumming. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, 'cause he averted his gaze and closed his eyes as I shot my poz seed into him. Once he had my load in him, he took the others a lot easier. With my second buddy he didn’t turn his head, and when the last three guys seeded him, he maintained eye contact with his fuckers. I joined the others in keeping him aroused as each my buddies shot his virus into the guy. The third and fourth guys pulled out with traces of pink on their poles, which they pointed out to us. On last two the pink had turned to brown and red. It was really quite a game. Like hunting season. After we all had our crack at him, I buried my tongue deep in his nuts and coaxed his eruption down my throat. Off he went to the showers one satisfied, sore, and hopefully pozzed little fuck.

Mission accomplished, the rest of us dressed. We’ve been back to the Club several times since then, and I haven’t seen him around. I think I will though, sooner or later. After he adjusts to his condition. Then I’ll ask him to join us. He’ll be a great drawing card. He’s so cute.

I was glad for the weekend. I was going to meat JOEY at the bookstore, and was looking forward to it. I’d had no sex for a week and felt like I had to get some or die. I wheeled into the parking lot and noticed the large number of cars. A lot of horny dudes in there. But it was Friday, a Friday that would change my life forever.

I entered the place and looked around for my friend. He wasn’t there yet, but I was early. So I thought I’d find someone to pass the time with. There were a number of possibilities.

I saw this hot muscle stud. He was blonde, in his 30’s, wearing jeans and a T-shirt with CALIFORNIA printed across it. 5'9", about 160. A real hunk. But maybe a little out of my league.

Five quarters later I left my first booth. I looked for CALIFORNIA, but he was no where in sight. I figured he’d left or he was doing some guy in a booth. But I did see my buddy, JOEY. He’d just come through the door. Joey and I met in this very place several months ago. We’d had sex a number of times, always in the very same booth, one kind of isolated from the others. We’d exchanged phone numbers. He called me when he was horny, or I called him. I guess you could say we were “compatible.” Joey’s married.

Joey headed toward “our” booth, but it was occupied. We were about to search for an alternative, when out walked CALIFORNIA. We made eye contact for an instant, but Joey entered and I followed. We shut the door. I dropped my jeans and he unbuckled his. He took off his T-shirt and stood there nude and at my mercy. His swollen dick bobbed straight out from his pubes and dangled temptingly before my lips.

He grasped his dick and milked a huge drop of precum from his piss slit Typical for Joey, it just oozed out of him and started to run down his shaft. I closed my lips around it, pulled back, and a long cord of jizz connected my lips to his dick. I licked his cockhead all over and let his thick pole glide down my throat.

“You want my cum, baby? I got a big load for you tonight.” I had no doubt.

He milked another load. This time he rubbed it all over my face. I had his precum on my cheeks, my eyelids, my forehead, even in my hair. He bent down to kiss me and spat in my mouth.

He pushed his dick down my throat. I gagged a little and rolled my tongue around the base of his shaft. He got to moaning and making little fukking motions. Made me think my mouth wasn’t the only hole he was interested in We’d forgot to lock the door, so I was caught in the act when in walked CALIFORNIA.

Joey looked at CALIFORNIA and at me. The expression on my face must have told him I was up for a threesome, cause right in front of California he thrust his thick dick all the way down my throat. I gagged violently, and he and California kissed. I ran my hands along California’s calves and thighs. The outline of his swollen dick was obvious through his jeans. He pulled off his jeans and shirt and removed his briefs. He was built, and his dick was hard and slightly longer than Joey’s.

He ran his tongue across my face, and licked off Joey’s precum, then went to his knees to milk my dick. California’s lips and mouth got shiny. He pried his tongue through Joey’s lips and passed the juices back to him.

I wanted to get screwed in the worst possible way. These were two very hot guys with gobs of unshot cum. And all they’d done so far was suck and kiss.

I manipulated California so that I had a good view of his butt.. My nose brushed his cheeks, and he pushed back against me so it was buried in his crack. My tongue darted in and out of his hole. It smelled of a delightful musky man odor.

I ate and licked and sucked that nice tasty hole while Joey mouthed his dick. California spread his legs so both of us could get a clear shot at his privates. He moaned and urged us on.

California went down on both of us. I was so close I wasn’t sure I could hold back any longer. He pushed me into Joey’s crack and went to work on his dick. Poor Joey was in ecstasy! From his moans and groans, I was sure he was going to shoot.

We must have getting pretty loud with our slurping and sucking cause there was a knock at the door. Fearing a visit from the management, California cracked the door, then released it. In walked this black guy. As the dude entered, I caught a glimpse of a bunch of guys lined up against the wall. Apparently our moaning and groaning had aroused a lot of curiosity.

California’s hands caressed the black guy’s crotch as he pulled off his T-shirt and jeans. He had a damn good body and a half hard dick . California sucked it till he got his juices flowing, then turned his attention to my ass and got into tonguing me big time.

With California’s tongue up my butt, I was as hot as I’d ever been. I never wanted to be screwed so bad in my life. I whispered to California to put it in me. A slight smirk crossed his face as he nodded in agreement.

His finger probed my hole which he replaced with his dick. He used no lube other than precum and felt like a telephone pole entering my ass. Joey and the black dude watched hypnotized. California would pull back till he was almost out of me, then plunge back in. Over and over again. It was a recipe for cumming. I felt like I was going to crap. Squishy sounds emanated from my butt as California’s precum lubed my guts. At last he pulled out, saying he was getting too close.

The black guy replaced him, and his hard dick entered my hole. He was more forceful than California and began banging me hard. It hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. I could feel his dick rubbing my gland and felt like I was going to piss.

The black guy yelled for me to take his cum. He rammed it all the way in and held it there. His pole jerked in my ass as his creamy man load spewed into my ass. It was awesome! He quickly pulled out, dressed quickly, and was gone.

California pushed Joey toward my backside, and my sexmate entered me bareback. Despite our friendship, I’d let the black guy and California to do me first, so I suspected it was pay back time. I was right. He grabbed my waist and plowed me hard. Maybe vindictively, maybe just eagerly--but the result was definitely not gentle.

No one that evening produced a condom or tried to use one. I was getting gangbanged bareback and was in sex heaven.

“Shoot in his ass! Fill him up!” California urged Joey. “The bitch deserves it! And I’m gonna use your cum to make him feel real good when I shoot in him.”

Was I loving this? I’d never barebacked before. What had I been missing? I wondered if any of these guys were poz. If so, too late. If AIDS was in the cards, then it might as well happen sooner than later. The only thing I really cared about was for these guys to shoot their jizz in me.

Joey pounded me hard. His balls slapped my ass. He pumped so hard that my head struck the wall several times. California stood there coaching. “Use that hole. Breed the guy.” He and Joey deep-throated as he plowed my ass.

Joey said he was close, and California pulled him off me telling him he’d better not cum yet. Then California entered me. And the pounding resumed.

We’d forgotten about the door when the black dude left. It slowly opened, and this tall, long-haired, hippie type peered in. I don’t think either California or Joey saw him at first.

He shut the door, removed his jeans, and presented himself to Joey. California, temporarily distracted by the hippie, came out of me, and Joey seized the opportunity to re-insert himself. He was really close and moaned, announcing to whomever was listening that he was about to cum. He thrust hard; and, for the first time, my friend deposited his load in me.

California meanwhile, screwed the hippie. Joey, who was all sweated up, kept his dick in me until it went soft. He pulled out and began to dress.

The hippie, being careful not to dislodge California, turned my body so he was facing my cummy ass. He ate my hole till his lips went shiny. We kissed. I smelled the musky odor of my butt on his face and tasted the jizz that moments before had been in my ass. He spit the cum, mixed with saliva, into my mouth.

California pulled out of him and re-entered me. As he did so he unlatched the door and swung it open for everyone in the place could see. The guys who were leaning against the wall came to attention. Two guys came in. One found his way into the hippie’s ass, and the other chewed on California’s nips and well formed pecs. With the additional stimulation, California really got to moaning and plugged me hard. He whispered how much he wanted to BREED me, and I told him how much I wanted his SEED.

The hippie, with a fresh load of cum in him, offered me his dick to suck on while I got plowed. The other guy, who’d been working California’s nips, jerked off at my side.

California whispered, so none of the others could hear, “Here comes my poz load, bitch. Take my dirty seed up your cunt." He pushed hard against me. I felt him throb and quiver as his jizz shot into me.

Another load hit my ear and cheek. It splattered on the stomach of the hippie who, in his the excitement, lost control and pissed down my throat. I swallowed again and again. After he emptied his bladder, he planted the biggest kiss on my lips. I passed a mouthful of piss back to him. I suspected he was the only one who’d overheard California’s words.

The party was over. We were all spent, but I had yet to shoot and was hard as a rock. The door was wide open, but California and I just sat there naked staring at the wall. I wasn’t upset that he’d shot his poz jizz into me, just amazed that I’d taken my first poz load so soon.

I asked if he was really from California.

He said, yes. That ever since he’d been pozzed, he searched for new holes to breed. Said he a “Gift Giver,” that he’d never taken meds, and was soon to pay the price cause his virus was way out of control.

He looked at me hard as I scanned his body for some sign of what he was talking about. He told me I could go the same route he had. “Once you start, you can never stop,” he cautioned. “It just gets easier and easier until you get a certain quota in your head, and you’ll do anything to meat it.” He gave me the most angelic smile, kissed me, and said he hoped he’d given me something to remember him by.

We dressed and left the booth. I didn’t follow him out. Although I was tired, I was still hard and horny Unlike Joey and the others, I hadn’t cum. I entered another booth.

The door to the next booth swung open. Through the glory hole I saw the light brighten, then dim, then go very, very dark. No quarters dropped. No video played. No dick popped through the aperture. Curious, I felt the opening and found myself probing a well lubed asshole--lubed with what I did not know nor care. What the hell, I thought. A chance for some real relief. I dug a couple of fingers into my wet stretched hole and scooped out a couple gobs of cum. I lubed my shaft and guided it into the anonymous mancunt. I was pretty sexed up, so I didn’t take long to shoot. I wondered how long it be before I became infectious. Probably too soon. Still there was the possibility that California’s poz jizz all over my dick might do the trick. I waited and dropped a quarter while my unseen buddy zipped up and got out of there as quickly as possible. I’d given him what he’d come for. Maybe more.

Only then did I realize what a toll the evening had taken. I felt drained. As I drove home I mulled over the events of the night. Did I really want to turn out like California? A Giver? Or was I one already? I thought of the guy in the next booth--and of Joey. Turn about’s only fair play, I supposed. He’d screwed me, so I was entitled to screw him. I’d have to call him next week and arrange something. He was always so eager. He and his wife might end up the lucky ones. I could see to that.

A WORD OF WARNING TO YOU BOTTOMS. Don't let a guy fuck you raw and then cum in your ass.

The feeling of a guy's cock spasming in your ass, that cum filling up the area around his shaft and making a warm glove that massages his cock as he shoots his load deep, is an intense orgasm that he will want to repeat.

And once you've experienced that stiff cock pulsing and the hot cum shooting into you, you will want to feel it over and over again.

When he pulls out, you're gonna want to suck his cock clean, tasting that great cum as well as your ass juices, and you're gonna want to suck him stiff again, so that as soon as possible, you can have that rod inside you again.

And when he slides home on that carpet of warm cum, and you feel how great it is to have a guy fuck you in cum, you're not gonna want him to stop.

You're gonna do everything in your power to keep that cock in your ass. You'll end up with your heels in his ass forcing him to fuck you deep and hard.

And if he gets worn out and says he can't fuck you any longer, you're gonna go looking for more.

If you're at a party, you're gonna lay there in the sling with cum dripping out of your ass and down your ass crack, and holler for another top to take his place as quickly as possible.

Raw anal sex is addictive. Once you've had a man shoot his load in you, you will do anything you can to get him to do it again and again, or to find as many tops as you can to load you up, till the cum runs down your legs.

So don't get started on this unless you think you can have sex as often as possible, because that's what you will constantly want.

A WORD OF WARNING TO YOU TOPS. Don't let a guy talk you into shooting your load into his ass.

The feel of your cum around your shaft as you fuck is very erotic and stimulating. It is an orgasm won't forget. After you shoot, you'll keep fucking as long as you can, to get the feel of that cum all over your cockshaft, till the cum forms a white ring around the base of your shaft.

After you go soft, you'll pull out and ask him to suck you stiff again.

And then you'll want to fuck him again.

And when you slide home on that carpet of warm cum and experience how great it feels to fuck an ass that's been lubricated with your own seed, you'll want to do it over and over again.

That warm ass will feel like a mouth sucking you till you want to spurt your cum. It's very addictive.

After you seed him as much as you can, and he's laying there in a pool of your jizz, you'll go off looking for another willing bottom to take your loads.

This becomes an endless search for raw bottoms to fuck. You will go to a party and go from ass to ass, planting your seed and feeling how great it is to fuck a guy in another man's cum.

You'll try to find the guy that has the most loads in him, so you can plant another on top.

When you slide into an ass and feel the cum ooze out on your balls, and you can both hear and feel it squishing on your cock, you will want to pound your load into him even more.

The feel of cum on your cock will turn you into a fuckin' machine.

So don't get started on this, unless you want to have raw sex as often as possible and with as many men as possible. Raw anal sex is the most addictive type of sex. Once you start, you can't stop. You'll want to fuck all the time.

It had started out like any other Saturday on South Beach—Ricky and I out for a weekend of partying. No big deal really. We spent the day on the beach tanning, then after dinner went dancing.

There was this guy dancing next to us. He was about six foot tall and built like a gymnast. I was really fascinated by the way the beads of sweat ran down his chest to his navel. We worked our way toward him until I could feel him rubbing up against me. We introduced ourselves. After a while, Ray invited Ricky and me to a party.

We followed Ray and his buddies back to their hotel. He opened the door to his hotel room and a dozen guys piled in. Joints were passed around and beer, too. Even though we’d been dancing a few minutes before, there was silence in the room. No one touched anyone or even talked. We all knew what we were there for. But no one made the first move.

Ray stood up and cleared his throat like he was going to make a speech. Everyone looked at him.

"I know at least one guy here who wants to get screwed."

AND HE LOOKED STRAIGHT AT ME. Actually STRAIGHT was the wrong word to use.

That statement that was all it took. Two of Ray’s friends pulled my clothes off. And everyone else stripped, too. All around me guys were naked and making out.

Ray was blowing me. I lifted my leg so he could get his tongue up my ass. His tongue and lips gnawed at my hole, making me hot to get dicked. I watched the crimson head of his dick grow larger.

"Get him wet. Get him ready," I heard one of his buddies say. And Ray’s tongue probed deeper into my ass. Across the room Ricky was screwing a cute blonde. He looked over at me and nodded, as if to say, "Go for it!"

I knew Ricky was poz. He’d been open with me since he first found out. He told me about all the sex he’d been having. It made me jealous. I wanted to screw without condoms, too. But Ricky never took me seriously.

Ray’s dick nuzzled my manhole. It was hot and wet. His precum dripped down my ass crack. I wanted him so badly. I watched Ricky screwing the young blonde across the room, and felt a pang of jealousy. I knew he was barebacking the kid, and imagined it was Ricky’s bare dick that was entering me. Ray pushed against my mancunt until his whole shaft was buried inside me.

His friends began to encourage him.

"Come on, man! Screw that hole! Give him what he needs! Breed him!"

Ray leaned forward to kiss me. His lips tasted so hot.

“Is this your first time?"

"Getting screwed?"

"No, barebacking."

"Well, almost."

"You’re neg?"

"Yeah." I didn’t ask him his stats cause I was pretty sure I knew.

"What would happen if I came inside you?"

"I’d love it."

"What if I told you I was poz?"

"Doesn’t matter."

That was all he needed. He must have already been on the edge. Because with one final thrust he shot his poz juices deep inside my guts.

Soon as he pulled out, one of his buddies replaced him. The guy propped me up on top of him so I was sitting on his dick. Then pulled me forward, so I was just in the right position for another of Ray’s friends to enter me.

So there I was--getting double fucked—bareback. For the first time in my life.

Someone handed me a bottle of poppers. I needed it. I inhaled deeply. The 2 dicks inside of me were stretching my hole to its limits. I handed the bottle of poppers back to its owner, and it was Ricky!

"Go for it! GET POZZED NOW!" he commanded lustily, kissing me hard on the lips.

My asshole screamed for relief from the simultaneous pounding the two guys were giving me, yet I knew my body language was telling them different. Still I was glad when they finally shot and pulled out.

My hole throbbed as Ricky entered me. I wrapped my arms around him like he was the only man in the world I ever wanted. He told me how he wanted to make absolutely sure I converted so he could screw me forever. He plowed me hard till he screamed, "MY POZ CUM IS SHOOTING IN YOU--NOW!"

“SHOOT IT IN ME, RICKY. I WANT YOUR LOAD!”

Everyone in the room must have heard us, but I didn’t care. Three other guys lined up behind Ricky, playing with themselves and each other.

By the time we got back to the own hotel room, I’d taken 7 loads The 3 guys had acted on their impulses. I let them, while Ray and Ricky urged them on. My hole was burning and raw. Ricky went down to the front desk and got some suntan oil, which was all they had, for me to put on it.

A week later I came down with the flu. In two months I tested poz.

Now I suck and fuck without thinking--or talking--about it. I only hope I can do for the guys I screw what my poz brothers did for me.

I had a great Saturday and want to share that with you. Actually I’d like to share a lot more with you. But since I don’t know where you are or how to get to you, I’ll settle for telling you this. I was a closet college boy who dreamt about getting fucked all the time. When I left my daytime classmates, I’d often put on my porn tapes and jack off all night. It was such a turn-on to see guys fuck bareback. I’d always rent the older tapes where no one ever used condoms.

I graduated to hanging out at the bookstore, fantasized about getting fucked like the guys in my videos, but never actually had the courage to do anything. Finally, I met this guy on-line who was a year ahead of me at school. We got to talking on the phone about all the nasty sex I wanted and he’d already had.

One thing led to another and before long my new phone friend was telling me about guys getting fucked raw and taking POZ loads. That made me shoot all over, and I wanted to experience my first fuck more than ever.

I finally took the big step and invited him over. I was so nervous when he showed up at my door. We started necking, and his hand zeroed in on my crotch. He soon had my zipper open, and my oozing cock down his throat. I could stand it no longer and blurted out what I really wanted—to be fucked bareback.

Turned out he was a bottom, but said that, since it was my first time and I needed it so badly, he’d oblige. As we undressed he pulled a bottle of poppers from his pocket and fed them to me—repeatedly, throughout the rest of the evening.

As he entered me, he made filthy accusations of things I’d never been accused of before. My senses were overwhelmed by his hard body covering me, the scent of the poppers, his filthy whispers, and his hard dick entering my virgin ass.

He worked slowly at first. My hole was stretched wider than it had ever been before. Even though it was my first time, it didn’t hurt, thanks to the poppers; though I suspected I must have been bleeding.

The sound of his precum slurping in my hole, combined with the intensification of the poppers, and his purulent whisperings reached a crescendo in my ears, as my other physical senses were totally consumed by his raw dick plunging in and out of my ass.

His picked up the tempo and began to moan loudly, whispering that he was going to give me exactly what I deserved.

I’d closed my eyes to absorb all pleasures of my first fuck, when he said, “Open your eyes!”

“What?”

“I said. “Open your eyes, bitch!”

His face was almost touching mine, and he was staring directly into my eyes as I was into his. His countenance had taken on this lascivious expression, and I wasn’t even sure I recognized the guy who was fucking me—a perception I was bound to experience again and again in years to come.

You want my dirty seed, whore?”

"Yes, Sir," I pleaded. “Shoot in me now. Give me your hot cum, pleeease!”

His tongue, laden with spit and slime, forced its way down my throat.

“TAKE MY HOT POZ LOAD--NOW!"

I almost blacked out. My dick spurted everywhere. I knew my hole had been ripped apart like I never thought it could be. Involuntarily my ass muscles clamped down around his cock, to absorb every drop of his seed. I never felt so fulfilled in my life.

As we dressed, I asked indifferently why he hadn’t told me earlier he was POZ. He said he knew I wanted it; that he wanted to be the guy to GIFT me; and that he wanted to make it as easy as possible on me, and not tell me till it was TOO LATE. I kissed him.

For several months we continued to see each other almost weekly. He never fucked me again, but I began to top him--and others. He introduced me to several of his poz friends, and we did a number of 3-ways together. After one such meating, as we lay cuddling, he suggested it might be time to get tested.

I did, and you know the result. I’ve become a regular patron at the bookstore, where it’s all so anonymous, and the subject of status never cums up--just a lot of needy holes, married and single, waiting to be filled with poison jizz.

It started at the bookstore. I go there a lot. Unlike many places, the management is quite friendly, and welcomes the trade. And I love the cummy, sweaty smell of the booths. I spent the afternoon there sucking guys off and taking loads up my ass.

When I get horny I’ll do anything for sex. And I don’t need an ACTUAL GUY around, either. Just HIS SEED. I licked 2 or 3 loads off the wall, 1 off the floor. If you think that’s gross, you’re right. All I can say is: don’t knock it till you try it. You might like it. Gives you satisfaction every time. Nobody has to know. Nobody.

Wait till this straight, who wouldn’t give you the time of day, leaves his booth. If he heads out the door, chances are he just shot his wad watching some stupid pussy flick. You may find it rolling down the TV screen. You get the last laugh. He’d shit if he knew a fag got his cum. Yeah, I’m a real pig. More than most, I suspect. After a while pigging out really grows on you.

I got so much cum I began to feel sick. So I went next door to McDonalds to grab a bite to eat. After some meat (the other kind) and fries and a coke, I was ready for action again and walked back to the bookstore.

Unfortunately, the place was deserted. The straights had headed home to their wives—after shooting their loads down a guy’s throat or up some faggot’s ass (like me, for instance).

I was about to take off. when in walks this buddy of mine. We talked about the evening, and headed for the baths. On the way we made a bet about who could get the most cum. The loser to get screwed by whomever the winner wanted. So it was a win-win proposition.

He won.

With 7 loads up his ass and 13 down his throat.

I managed 11 and 6.

I felched a few times but that didn’t count, so he got more loads.

We got into some threesomes and got laid by the same 4 guys. I got some nice loads from my fellow pigs. And this hot daddy just about ripped my cunt open with his huge dick. He showed me no mercy.

The last guy to screw me asked what kind of lube I was using. When I told him it was all cum, he shot his jizz in a matter of seconds. He went down on my ass, and I asked him to please share it with me We kissed and kissed, and he kept going down between my legs for more.

I didn't get home till 5 am, and sat down on the can and let the remaining cum drip into my hand. I came up with 2 palms full. I licked ‘em clean. I was still feeling horny, so I jacked off, swallowed my jizz, and hit the sack.

No, I’m really not a pig. Just another red-blooded American male.

Went to the baths last night. Started out in the TV room where this motorcycle type went down on me. I didn’t recognize him at first, but soon realized we’d met before.

I recollected back to the night when, as he walked out my room, he’d said, “Oh, by the way, I’m poz. You might want to get tested.”

I’ve done a lot of sex since then, and, like a knocked up teenager, I’m not really sure who the father is. I was just glad to see him out and about, spreading the seed.

While he was sucking me, this other guy I walked in. I recognized him, too. I remembered how he so suddenly had to take a leak after I told him I was poz. He didn’t recognize me since the only light in the room was coming off the TV and motorcycle’s back blocked his view.

He began screwing motorcycle while he was going down on me. I’m sure he wouldn’t have done that if he’d known motorcycle is poz. I thought about putting a bug in his ear. Just to get a reaction. But I was having such a good time and he hadn’t recognized me, so I thought I’d leave well enough alone.

Motorcycle guy, who’s quite an operator, soon turned the tables on neg and put it bareback right up his ass. That pleased me no end, cause I thought this mealy-mouthed fag, more than anyone else in the world, deserved to get bred.

Pretty soon, like he was reading my mind, motorcycle pulled out and offered me neg’s hole. Fag was bent over with his head on the bench, so he had no idea who was doing him.

I entered him enthusiastically and it was easy cause of all the precum motorcycle had left behind. Fact is, I was a little too enthusiastic, and in a matter of minutes shot my jizz deep inside his ass. Revenge is so sweet.

When I reached the doorway, I turned back. Poz had resumed reaming him using my jizz for lube. I watched a look of recognition and surprise creep over fag’s face as he recognized who’d just cum in him. I blew him a kiss and walked off.

I needed to recuperate and headed for the sauna where I sucked off this really sleazy dude. Sometimes I get in the mood for raunch, and this guy had all the qualifications. Totally gross and ugly. I noticed a lot of red spots on his legs and chest and figured they were the beginning of AIDS. I listened to him moan as he pumped his dirty jizz into my mouth. Just to make sure I got every drop, I swallowed twice and wrapped my lips around his skinny, stinking dick till it went soft.

As I left the sauna, this hot daddy type came out of the shower. He had a really fat dick of the kind that comes from doing a lot more than pissing. He headed right into the sauna I’d just come out of. I followed him in and sat down right next to him. AIDS guy sat across from us playing with himself and taking it all in.

I didn’t waste any time going down on his hot bloated dick and oversized balls. Pretty soon he suggested we go up to his room. Probably a little self-conscious with AIDS guy there. For lack of anyone else to do, I followed.

When the door closed behind us I pigged out on his dick and balls; and, like the good WHORE I am, tongued his nips. That really got him going. So much so in fact that my legs were on his shoulders before I knew what was happening. I wondered if I could take anything that fat up my ass. I grabbed at the poppers on the bed shelf and inhaled deeply. He greased my hole and slid it into me.

I felt my MANCUNT being stretched to its limits. For the next 20 minutes he screwed me. On every thrust he plunged deeper and deeper. I inhaled the poppers again.. He hadn’t used a rubber, even though there were several of them on the bed shelf. That was fine with me. I think sex should be raw and natural. And damn the consequences!

After ages he thrust harder and moaned loudly as he flooded my guts with cum. I wrapped my towel around me and thanked him. He responded by saying the pleasure was all his.

I took 4 other loads that evening, each made easier by the spunk already in me. And gave one more in return. To a young guy who could hardly have been out of his teens.

But I have to give credit to motorcycle guy who started it all. If it weren’t for him, I probably wouldn’t be poz, and probably wouldn’t have been there last evening. Oh, by the way, I always do bareback.

I dumped my first load of the New Year in a cum hungry hole about 3 a.m. on New Year’s Day. At an all gay New Years Eve party hosted by some friends at their home. Now I got to tell you, I’m not out as poz, which makes it easier to pump my load into certain guys on some occasions.

The main theme of these parties, which our hosts hold every other month, is bareback. Any precautions any of the attendees take are solely at their discretion. Most attend a "social" at nearby bar the night before. To get to know each other. But I’m almost never able to attend because of my work (which makes it convenient to avoid questions about my status).

I’d been doing poppers off and on had already been in the sling and had was out of Viagra. Without that, especially once my hole has been aroused, my dick usually thinks it has a free ride and doesn’t even bother to get up. About 2 a.m. I attempted to give one of our hosts a load of gratitude. But as it turned out, my spirit was willing but the body was weak.

These parties are held in their basement. The play space consists of a main room with a leather covered bed, and a chain link fenced off sling area with a couple slings and a mirrored ceiling, and a small separate piss play room with a sling as well as seat and tub.

On going back downstairs after a smoke, I saw a guy in his forties, slim but not skinny, with a long ponytail. He was lying on the bed, playing with a his hard-on. I thought I’d like his cream up my ass, so I started to suck him, hoping he'd go for my hole. Or at least put a load in my mouth. Slurp! But beyond his obvious pleasure, nothing developed , so I soon tired of oral. I got up to give him a big kiss and head off for greener pastures, when ran his hand up my leg.

“Ahhh,” I thought to myself. “Here we go. This was more like it.”

I gave him all the body language to suggest I wanted it up the ass, but he simply ignored it as his hand encircled my lifeless dick.

I told him not to expect much, but he told me that it was fine the way it was and continued to pump it. I reached down to finger his greasy hole and my dick sprung to arousal. Not only did it get hard. It got purple hard.

Realizing I’d achieved what moments before had seemed impossible, he said he had a nice warm place for me to put it. He rolled on his side so I could slip it in. Before long, I rearranged our position doggie style since we were losing thrusting power from sticking to the bed. The entire time there were guys watching, unaware of my status, but knowing we were doing it bareback.

As I got close to popping I knew I wanted to cum in him. It gets pretty obvious when I’m about to shoot cause I get to huffing and puffing and groaning. He never made any moves like he wanted me to pullout, so on the shot-stroke, I plowed him as deep as I could, with all the force I could muster. After a few minutes to let my dick settle down and catch my breath, I pulled out.

As soon as my dick left his hole, my energy dissipated. My head started to swim. The room started to spin. My vision tunneled down to all black, peripheral-like. I thought I was going to pass out.

Now mind you--I don't do any party favors except poppers, and it had been a while since I’d done those. So I must have exhausted all my physical and mental energy in shooting my cum into that guy’s ass.

I don’t have any concrete knowledge about his status. But with some guys, you can just tell. By their body language afterwards, fulfillment with a tinge of regret. I call it the “Oh, what have I done?” mentality. Yes, I'm pretty sure he’d been neg.

Just got back from the baths. I took 5 loads today, something close to a record, but the last and nicest was from this thin older guy in his 60's. I’m not an age freak–but I do like guys of all ages.

When I first saw him, he was in his room, actively engaged. I mean he was getting screwed. The door to his room was open. That told me one or both parties wanted an audience--maybe an orgy. I watched from the hallway for a while. Action like that draws a crowd, so I wasn’t alone for long. Pretty soon the scene in the hallway rivaled that in the room. A lot of guys were groping themselves and each other.

But my attention was riveted on the thin sixtyish guy getting screwed. From the first I’d noticed his nice shaved dick, which stood straight up from his belly.

Pretty soon the top grunted, shot his load, got up, and exited, leaving the door wide open. The crowd dissipated, except for me. I was so drawn to this older guy that I stared at him. He motioned me in, and the first thing I did was close the door behind me cause I didn’t want us to be disturbed.

I sat down on the bed and he right away he pulled me down beside him. So I was lying prone with my back to him. He began massaging my shoulders and neck, his stiff dick brushing my ass. How I craved that dick! So I made no effort to resist but pushed up against him, when he entered me. Penetration went smoothly cause of the other loads already inside me.

He started to piston nice and easy--slowly, gently, deliberately--like he wanted to make this special. But before long he abandoned all pretense of gentleness as he began to pant and moan and thrust violently, and his sperm entered my rectum.

For what seemed like an eternity, he held me with his dick trapping his seed inside me. His arms were clasped tightly about my chest, his legs entwined mine. I never felt so absolutely impregnated in my life. At last I felt the need to piss, and with reluctance eased off just enough so that his dick fell out of me. He nodded, kissed my neck, and told me what a good boy I’d been.

I left for home feeling totally satiated, his seed and 4 other loads within me. I wish everyday could turn out like today.

I Hate Latex

After getting my cherry popped and my ass spermed in a grimy booth in a bookstore 3 years ago, I started BAREBACKING. I’d go through SPELLS of playing around, getting screwed, and then would HIBERNATE for months at a time.

I’d meet some guys online and played several times. I went through a SPELL OF 3 MONTHS where I took as much cum. I’m sure I took some poz loads-- but didn't get knocked up.

In September, I hooked up with 2 more guys.. They were blue-collar types. Said they usually played it safe. One night, after several weeks of chatting, I invited them over. I'd been HIBERNATING FOR ALMOST A YEAR and was unbelievably horny. When they arrived, we drank a beer, smoked a joint, and GOT NAKED.

While I sucked one guy, the other greased my hole from the jar I’d positioned next to the condoms. I waited for him to rip open one of the condom packages, but instead felt this raw hot dick enter my ass. God! That really pleased me since I hate latex. Especially after a year. The next 2 hours were all about taking their seed. I ended up with 4 hot loads in me. Having deprived myself for so long, it was absolute anal lust.

I took the last load grasping the foot of the bed. I remember I hollered out loud for his cum. When he shot, I plunged backwards, totally impaling myself on his dick.

They left without even saying a word, not even the usual good-byes. When I came down with the "flu" a week later, I merely chalked it up to the "flu." I never thought that it was anything else since my bout was so mild. And I was still horny. My year of abstinence was definitely over. While I was still feeling low, I got an email from this guy who said he’d seen my profile and was interested. I invited him over. Actually, I almost didn’t cause I was feeling so shitty. But as the weekend rolled around, I felt good enough to play.

After the usual foreplay and a few minutes of screwing, just enough to get me opened up, he pulled out.

"Right back," he said, taking something out of his jacket.

I was face down on the edge of the bed. With one quick stroke, he rammed this huge dildo up my ass. God, did that hurt! I took a big hit of poppers to ease my pain. That helped. He worked it in and out of me for a few minutes, then pulled it out, and mounted me again. After a few thrusts he said he wanted to seed me good. I was glad he was ready cause my ass hurt so bad from the dildo. After few strokes, he shot in me.

Surfing around the net a few days later, I found the his bio and those of the 2 other guys from the previous weeks. I read some of the messages they’d left. The 3 were good friends. While they didn’t mention me by name, I knew it was me they’d been talking about I read how they’d teamed up to breed this neg. All 3 were poz.

Suddenly the lights came on. All the talk about safe sex, which turned out to be just that – talk. I remembered my bout with the flu when it wasn’t even flu season. And the final touch with the dildo. If only he’d known that wasn’t even necessary.

It's really weird looking back through my past posts when I was neg. “No holds barred; nothing held back.” My life-changing tag team match occurred just 10 days after I wrote that.

I keep last year’s calendar in my bedroom. The date I got pozzed is circled in red. Yep. I confirmed it with a blood test.

It had to happen sooner or later. For me it’s business as usual. Guys rarely ask my status. I’m really into giving now. I’ve always been the generous type.

I looked again at one of my posts, this one more recent. “Neg Top looking for Bottom. DDF preferred. Bareback Only. Married OK.” I’m a flexible bastard. Just as flexible as the guys who’d said they played it safe, then pozzed me bareback. Make each lay special, folks. You never know when it’s going to happen

Pure Poetry

A park on my way home

Entered the bathhouse

Lights out

Very dark

Two guys

Waiting for me?

Approached the urinal

Two stiff cocks

Thrust into my palms

Hands on my ass

Inside my waistband

Undid my belt

Who could resist?

Pants to my ankles

Briefs down too

Bent forward

Crouched low

Assumed the position

In the dark

Couldn’t see

Only felt

Dick thrust in me

Hard. Without compassion

Gyrating, swaying, moaning,

A grunt and withdrawal

Silhouettes left the toilet

I stood alone

Fingering my hole

A little sore Very wet

Then to my lips

To taste the spunk within me.

Medical City

I work at Medical City, a complex of hospitals. You'd think a guy who works in one hospital wouldn't get lost in another. And you'd also think getting lost is an unpleasant experience. Neither is necessarily the case. Let me explain.

Today I had to leave work early for my own doctor's appointment at a nearby hospital. I met with the surgeon to discuss elective surgery. We agreed it should be done. But there was no rush. The nurse suggested that while I was there I might as well get the preliminaries out of the way, the lab work, EKG, and X-Rays. I went to the various departments to get stuff done. My last stop was X-Ray. It was late, dark out, around 6:30. X-Ray turned out to be a bitch. I wandered from wing to wing trying to find the damn place. This hospital which I'd never been in was confusing. Finally decided to go the main floor, ground zero, and ask at the desk how to get there.

When I entered the elevator I pressed the wrong button. I exited to some kind of sub-basement. Again I wandered a maze of corridors. The place was deserted. If I could have found my way back to the elevators, I would have. But I was totally lost and tired and frustrated. I finally came to a dead end, some kind of supply area filled with pallets of hospital supplies. Through an open door I saw a man, a live human being, in green scrubs, reading a newspaper and eating an apple. "Excuse me." "Yes," he said, looking up. I melted. He was about 55, had salt and pepper hair, and was built husky to solid. He sported a mustache that yelled "Major Dad." And, well, he just looked -- sexy.

"I seem to have gotten lost, " I explained. "I was trying to get to the X-Ray Dept." "Okay," he said. He paused for a moment, got up, and approached me. "You okay?" "Yeah. It’s just been a hell of a day." Stepping behind me he put both hands on my shoulders. I thought that was odd for one man just meeting another. But I figured he merely intended to turn me in the right direction. Nonetheless a bolt of lightning surged through me. "Thanks." "This way.”

I followed. We traversed the corridors of the sub-basement for several minutes. I was still lost, but he seemed to know where he was going. So I felt better. He stopped at a men’s room. "I have to take a leak. I'll just be a minute. Better stay with me. I'd hate for you to get lost again.” I followed him and went to the sinks across from the urinals. I took off my glasses and jacket, laid them on the counter, and turned on the water. I looked at this kind man in the mirror above the sink. I looked at myself. I was a mess. My hair was disheveled. My shirt was hanging out and half unbuttoned from the EKG. I glanced in the mirror at the man pissing. "Oh my!" I said to myself. He did turn me on. I cupped the flowing water to my face. I imagined his hands caressing me -- hands destined to catch me in my tiredness. I thought I was fantasizing. I wiped my face with a few paper towels, turned about, and came face to face with the kindly Samaritan.

This was no fantasy. His hands went inside my shirt to my nipples. "Just relax." But something in his voice told me I had no option. He started to nibble my neck and my ears. "Ohhhhh," was all I could utter. Still I held my ground--though I wanted to collapse in his arms. Despite my staged passivity I guess he had me all figured out. Because he unbuttoned the rest of my shirt, pulled it off my shoulders, and laid it on the counter. In the mirror I watched helplessly as he nibbled down my shoulders, and when he reached my lower back, his nibbling turned to biting. With the sensation of his lips and teeth and tongue on my skin, the need to do anything else that day, to go anywhere, was totally obliterated. The intimacy which at first had been imposed I now welcomed and yielded to.

OK, so there was no way I could hide my pleasure. I must have let out a tiny moan which he took as a signal he could have his way with me. Because he unbuckled my belt and slid my pants and my briefs down to my ankles. "Oh wait, I said. "Wait!" he exclaimed. I told him I was unprepared for this. "Do you have to be prepared for sex?" The tone of his voice told me he wouldn't take no for an answer. I had gotten myself in this situation. Lost in this maze of hospital corridors. It was going on 7 PM, and I was in this little used men's room with a total stranger who was about to exploit my vulnerability. Far as I knew, there was no one else on this entire floor. Again I gauged him physically. I knew he could easily overpower me if it came to that.

I should have been concerned. There are bashers and murderers. Though such seemed unlikely in a hospital. I wasn't really afraid of him, but I was unaccustomed to being so totally at the mercy of another human being. Deep down I wanted him. My sexuality had been aroused almost from the first moment I’d first laid eyes on him. I began to crave fulfillment, and I believe he read that in my eyes. Abruptly he shoved me forward across the sink counter with lukewarm water still gushing from the faucet and bent over to nibble my ass. I pushed out like I was going to take a crap. For all I knew I could have. I was giving myself over to this guy who then raised himself up and entered me with no lube other than the spit from his mouth and his precum. I loved it!

He started slowly. His dick came out once or twice, and he had to reinsert it. By then his precum was flowing freely. And like the animal I am, I gave up all pretense of resistance as my ass began to sway in the rhythm of sexual intercourse. He was making love to me -- biting and sucking on my shoulders and neck -- which drove me nuts -- and then -- I felt his convolutions -- as he came within my bowels. His teeth sunk deep into my shoulder, and I shot my load all over the counter and my stomach. I hadn’t even touched myself. I collapsed onto my own cum with his dick embedded in my ass.

Coming down from a sexual high, some semblance of rationality returned to his voice as he said quite nonsexually, "I'm sorry. Did you need to be somewhere?" “Yeah,” I responded., Right HERE!" He smiled. "Good. I wanted to hear that." He pulled out of me. He touched my hole with his finger. Once again his voice became commanding. "Now don't let any of that out." He turned to the rest room door and locked it. Whether to lock me in or keep people out, I wasn't certain.

"Take off your clothes." He started shedding his. His hard dick swayed above his balls. I got naked, and he took me by the hand around the corner to the showers. I was surprised as he balanced out a nice hot shower for both of us and began to eat my butt. I tensed up initially, and he gave my ass a firm slap. "Don't do that," he retorted. "Unless I have my dick up your ass. Relax it!" He started eating my hole again, and I could feel his cum dripping out of me onto his tongue. He stood up and turned me around so that my mouth met his. We kissed as he fed me the cum out of my ass.

He stared down at me. "Shit!" He touched my shoulder. It was wet. But it wasn't water. He held his finger before my face. Blood from his bite on my shoulder. He put his finger in my mouth so I could taste it. Then he put his tongue to the wound and lapped at it like an animal. He gave me another kiss, feeding me a mixture of cum, blood and saliva. Under the water flow, he pushed me down to the tiles and positioned me on my stomach. The warm water was raining down on both of us as he entered me. Soon he went soft inside me. Not completely. But enough. And I realized he was filling my bowels with piss.

A sound that came out of him that was more animal than human. His arms encircled my chest. His hands were cupped under my breasts. His pissed inside me. He allowed me neither to move nor pull away. The sheer weight of his body alone made that impossible. And the lack of any desire on my part. I wanted his piss. I wanted all his body fluids. We’d done cum. Then blood. Now piss. He'd drained any resistance out of when he’d first entered me.

We lay still till he was finished. Until I'd absorbed every drop he had to offer. He slowly pulled out. Again he put a finger to my hole. Again he ordered, "Now don't let that out. I started to speak, and he covered my mouth with a finger and said, "Keep that shut, too!" "That's it," he stated, indicating our tryst was over. He got up and turned off the shower. "Get dressed." I did so quickly. I glanced in the mirror and noticed a smear of blood across my nipple. Our final coupling had reopened the wound, and fresh blood was visible on my shoulder. He dabbed at it with a paper towel. "Put something on that when you get home."

He took me in his arms and gave me one last kiss. "Don't say anything. X-Ray's closed by now. I'm going to take you to your car." I nodded. and followed him up one flight of stairs. He swung open a metal door, and there, not 30 feet away, was my car. The parking garage was nearly deserted. And the cars which had been adjacent to mine were gone. I turned, puzzled, back to this wonderful 50 to 60 year old man. "How did you know?" "I saw you drive up. I saw the rainbow sticker in your back window. Now go. I've got to get back to work, and you've got to get home." For the last time I did as I was told.

I feel his cum and piss leaking onto my underpants. It’s seeping into my jeans where the wet spots have turned a deeper shade of blue. Even the chair beneath me is a little moist. The abrasion on my shoulder has dried to a pinkish oval of tiny byte marks. Only where his teeth penetrated deepest is their any indication of the formation of a scab. I haven’t the heart to shower or use an antiseptic. I think I’ll go to bed just like this, and let cum what may. It’s been a long time since I’ve been treated so brutally. And I miss it already.

Ha - it was fun. On Saturday, August 21st I was in Manhattan at the East Side Club. A short, hairy latino beckoned me into his room, and I was happy to rim his perfect hole. After a spell

he beckoned a heavy-set latino in, and in a minute the heavy-set guy's condom-clad cock was in the short latino's ass. Two minutes later the top shot his load into the condom, and the bottom carefully extracted it off the top and trashed it. I resumed eating the bottom's hole, at which time he asked me to suit-up and fuck him. I explained I was strictly a barebacker. The bottom began to rub his hole on my turgid cock, and needless to say, I was happy to slide it in. The bottom did not want my load, as evidenced by his tendency to pull away after only a couple of strokes. What he didn't know is I was ready to blow, and when I slid back in, I immediately popped. He may not have wanted my load, but he got at least some of it!

Ha - it was fun. On Saturday, August 21st I was in Manhattan at the East Side Club. A short, hairy latino beckoned me into his room, and I was happy to rim his perfect hole. After a spell

he beckoned a heavy-set latino in, and in a minute the heavy-set guy's condom-clad cock was in the short latino's ass. Two minutes later the top shot his load into the condom, and the bottom carefully extracted it off the top and trashed it. I resumed eating the bottom's hole, at which time he asked me to suit-up and fuck him. I explained I was strictly a barebacker. The bottom began to rub his hole on my turgid cock, and needless to say, I was happy to slide it in. The bottom did not want my load, as evidenced by his tendency to pull away after only a couple of strokes. What he didn't know is I was ready to blow, and when I slid back in, I immediately popped. He may not have wanted my load, but he got at least some of it!