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I saw him dancing in a nightclub and knew he’d be the one. He was bopping away to the latest Modern Talking hit (“Mrs. Robota”) in a nightclub in Berlin. Watching him move those lithe tight hips made me think of the pleasures that awaited. And wait I would. I’d choose my moment and then strike—leaving my prey little chance to escape. So, I sat back on my stool and watched him bop to the song with his friends. He noticed me. The strobe hit his face. He was so beautiful. Barely eighteen, by the look of him. Dark blonde hair and slender hairless body, though I saw him only at a distance. I returned a friendly smile. He smiled back. So cute, and soon he would be mine. After the song, he parted ways with his buds and came over. "Hi," he said. "You were watching me." I nodded. "See anything you liked?" I pulled him to my groin by his ass cheeks. "Why not come to my hotel and find out?" He gulped okay. Back at the hotel, we had a beer. I listened to him talk about his life and friends. He needed to be fucked, but was wary of "all those poz guys out there who practice unsafe sex." Little did he know he was about to become one of us. As I listened to him ramble, I grew impatient. I dragged him to the bedroom and undressed him. I made him get between my legs and blow me. He looked so ingenuous sucking cock, I was certain he had plenty of experience. He grinned, and told me how much he liked older men. He felt so safe with us. I couldn't help but smile. So sweet and innocent. Boys of his age are such a pleasure to knock up—knowing they’ll be corrupted and spread the seed. After making him slobber all over my cock and balls, it was time for fucking. I rimmed his ass and dug my nails deep into his hole to loosen and abrade him. He was so tight, I asked if he’d ever been fucked before. “Yeah, but only safe sex.” We were certainly going to change all that. I lubed him and told him to get on all fours. As I was about to slide in, he freaked. "You're not wearing a condom!" “I’m out of them,” and spent the next 10 minutes assuring him that “I don’t have anything.” "You sure?" "Would I lie to you? I like you too much." "OK, then—long as you're sure." He got back on all fours. He didn’t see me smiling. I applied more lube to his manpussy and slid my meat in him. I wanted him to feel every inch of me pushing up his ass. “Go slow! It’s hurting!” "Relax! You might start bleeding, and we wouldn't want that." He thanked me for being so kind and considerate. Watching my dick slide in and out of him almost made me cum prematurely; but I got a steady rhythm going and fucked him for the next 30 minutes. I slammed his ass from several positions to get him good and raw. Finally I told him to lie back and put his legs on my shoulders. "Pull out when you’re ready, okay? Shoot all over my stomach." “My pleasure.” I thought, “Yeah, right, Kid! Like I'm gonna waste it! My load is going where it’ll do the most good. Converting you to a cum hungry poz slut.” After a few minutes, my balls tensed and I shot in him. His eyes got wide as he realized where I was unloading. He tried to pull off, but I was deep inside him. He looked at me and almost cried. "I thought you were going to pull out." “Too close. Besides, I’m clean.” He looked at me suspiciously, so I tried reverse psychology. "Look. I’m safe. You trust me, don’t you? Think I’d harm you? Is that what you're thinking?" He put his arms around me and apologized. “I had to be certain. There are so many poz guys around here. I don’t want to end up like them.“ He almost made me laugh—but I continued the act. Before the night was over I’d spermed his ass twice more, and sucked the last neg load of his young life down my throat. Every time I hear “Robota” I think of him. Knowing he’s out there somewhere— fucking, sucking—with my bug in him. I doubt he knows it yet. And when he learns, it won’t make any difference. Just knowing he has part of me in him forever arouses me. Still, overall, he’s a good kid. Hope he enjoys it.

I met this cute guy named Paul at a dance club in the city where I and a couple of buddies were checking-out the scene. I spotted him on the dance floor alone in a corner and noticed he was my height, if probably about twenty pounds lighter. A real doll. His movements were fluid and sleek. His style, provocative. I stood there, smoking cigarettes, watching him. He was wearing a Tee, worn jeans, and black tennies. He had blonde hair, shaved flat along the sides, which accentuated the narrowness of his face and body. He knew that I was watching. I thought of some exotic urban mating ritual as I watched him gyrate to the industrial noise of the over-sized speakers. My friends noticed the object of my attention and politely kept their distance. After a couple more songs, the hot young blonde tired of dancing and came over and asked for a cigarette. His boldness caught me off guard, and I could hardly contain my arousal as I fumbled for the pack. There he was, just two feet away, smiling, and waiting for a light and much more. I dug my lighter out of my pocket and lit his cig. He pulled up a stool next to mine and spread his legs. I stared at the holes in his jeans, lusting after the sparse patches of flesh, wishing I could see more. We talked about the music, life, bullshit. He seemed rather cool and sure of himself. When Paul finished his cigarette, he leaned over and asked me if I felt like coming over to his place to listen to some better music. I couldn't have cared less about the music, but that didn’t stop me from grinning a lewd acceptance. He lived in a small one-bedroom in a high-rise within walking distance of the bar. Paul pulled out a couple of beers and we sat on the tiny balcony. He told me that he was twenty years old and worked as a painter with his uncle. He really didn't look twenty. Seventeen was more like it. But he did have an apartment of his own and was probably telling the truth. I started to rub Paul's thigh. I wanted to touch his skin through the holes in his jeans. When I did, he kind of stretched out, and his erection became evident. It had to be seven inches, and not very thick. I got on my knees to strip down his pants. He seemed to enjoy being undressed, and made no effort to resist. Like a rag doll with a shit eating grin on its face. He had almost no body hair except for some light brown fur in his pubes and armpits. He had a good tan, but no tan-line. So he used a tanning bed. That night I sucked off his beautiful seven-incher twice. The first time was rather quick; he shot a load of hot juice down my throat in less than two minutes. After he came, he kissed me passionately, as though he enjoyed the taste of his cum in my mouth. We rolled around on the bed for a while. Paul knelt above me, and I licked his balls. My tongue probed his anus and slid in his ass. He writhed hedonistically. I lifted him off me and arranged him face up on the bed. It was then that I noticed the handcuffs on the bed posts. I pointed them out, and he grinned and offered me his hands. I put the cuffs on him and hooked them around the bed posts. With his arms thus bound, I began the rape of his body. He thrashed about and flailed wantonly beneath my tongue. I got more aggressive and spread his legs. He squealed when I stuck a moist finger up his ass, and moaned when I replaced my finger with my tongue. I worked his ass cheeks as I rimmed him. Once his hole was nice and wet, and his body relaxed, I knelt between his slender legs and pointed my dickhead at his anus. He wanted it all right. He practically backed up on my cock. I pressed forward. He moaned with pleasure (or pain) as my dick slowly sunk into him. I got about three-fourths of the way in, but he was really tight. I leaned forward and nibbled his ears. That drove him wild. I could feel my dick slip deeper into him. He moaned loudly as I began to pulse. I stuck my tongue in one ear, then the other. With a firm grip on his buttocks I sped up my thrusts. Paul moaned louder as I pounded harder, sharper. By the time I achieved ass-slapping speed, he was gasping for air and grunting with the exacerbated onslaught. I could feel my orgasm building and pounded him deeper. When I could hold off no longer I pulled out to the tip and thrust back with full force. The ejaculation seemed to last forever as a week’s worth of thick poz cum belched into him. As I pulled out of his brutalized ass I wondered if he were neg or had been. I noticed a small pinkish stain on the sheet where he was lying. Either way, I figured it was no big deal, since neither one of us had asked about status beforehand. He smiled like a cat who had swallowed a canary, and asked for a smoke. After planting a sloppy, leisurely kiss on his wet lips I lit one and let him inhale. I kind of liked the sight of him cuffed, lying there immobilized, and at beck and call of my venomous cock. If he weren’t poz, he should be. Barebacking like that, it was bound to happen. I was just saving him time and trouble. For his own good, I committed to fuck him again.

THE MEETING James took a deep breath, and walked into the bar. A big guy stopped him just inside the door and asked for his ID. After inspecting it under a flashlight, he stared at him, then motioned him on. Nervously James found an unoccupied corner. He hoped no one saw him come in. If anyone from the swim team saw him, he'd be blackballed and harassed forever. Unconsciously, he tugged the bill of his cap further down over his face. It took a couple of minutes to adjust to the dark. He’d planned on just observing. To remain anonymous, he’d chosen the most inconspicuous clothing he could think of—baggy shorts, a white Tee, and sneakers. It’d taken months to come to grips with himself, but he'd finally decided to live life as nature intended. Still, his first trip to a gay bar was nerve-racking. There were a few guys his age, but most of the patrons were older. James, 19, was a sophomore at the University. He was completely ecstatic to be at school, away from his provincial hometown. He'd decided to take some summer courses so he wouldn’t have to go home. He'd lucked out having the room to himself for the summer, and decided that he was finally going to lose his virginity. Taking deep breath, he approached the bar and ordered a screwdriver. The bartender looked him over, but didn't say anything. He fixed the drink and handed him his change. James hurried back to his corner. He took a big gulp to calm his nerves and almost choked. The bartender wasn't cheap on the vodka. It burned all the way down his throat. Guys in groups of two and three drifted in. They sat at the bar, or near the TV, and chatted. But the majority of guys, like himself, were alone and cruising. In the first 30 minutes, James ignored several older gentlemen who made their way to his table; they were ugly and out of shape. 2 hours, 3 screwdrivers and 4 unwanted suitors later, he figured the night was a bust. It was close to midnight, and he was tipsy from all the vodka. As he got up to leave, he bumped into someone. "Sorry. Didn't see you," he mumbled, staggering against the wall. A hand grabbed his shoulder. "Steady, guy." James looked at the man, and smiled, "Guess I had a bit too much." “Guess you did." The man who held James was taller, about 6 foot to James' 5'6". His blue eyes sparkled. He continued to hold James’ shoulder, and the heat from his hand burned James like a branding iron. Feverishness crept up his neck, into his cheeks, as well as down his back to his legs. His face turned crimson. "Guess I had a lot too much." "Why don't you come over and sit with me a while. You're in no shape to go anywhere yet." The man took James' hand, and wove among the tables toward the back of the bar. He sat James down in a chair. “Be right back.” A few minutes later, he reappeared with a glass of water. "Drink that. The water'll flush some of the alcohol out of your system." James gulped the water down as the guy watched. "Thanks," he mumbled. "First time in a gay bar?" "How’d ya know?" "First of all, you're cap's pulled all the way down over your pretty face. Second, you drank way too much for own good. And third…." "And third, what?" James asked, when he made no attempt to finish. "And third, I watched you fidget so much in that corner, I got to fidgeting myself.” James erupted in laughter. The guy joined in. "I'm Seth." "James." James studied Seth for a moment. He had clear blue eyes and red hair, which was buzzed short on the sides and back. He was handsome (No, hot!) and muscular. His biceps stretched the white Tee sleeves and his chest spread the thin fabric taut. James noticed his big tits seemed to poke through the tight white cotton, and his dick gave a twitch. Seth smiled as James checked him out. James was definitely quite a number, and his body looked ripe for the taking. And if Seth pegged James right (as he had about his first trip to the bar) he was still a virgin. Seth's cock stirred at the thought of popping that delightful little cherry. "Let me get you some more water," Seth said, and went the bar. When he came back, James finished a second glass. "How ya feelin’?" "Better," James slurred. Seth attempted some minor chit chat, but James felt too muddled to follow. After half an hour, James thought he’d best be leaving. He got up to go, and nearly fell over. Seth caught him just in time. "I don't think you're gonna make it by yourself. Why don't I take you home." James liked that idea. He also loved the way Seth's hands felt on his back and chest. "Where do you live? Should I call someone?" James shook his head. "I’ve got a single over in the Elm Street dorm." Seth half supported and half carried James to his dorm. When they reached the main lobby, Seth untangled himself from James. During the walk, Seth had his hands all over the boy on the pretext of keeping him steady. And James, back on his own turf in the presence of this beautiful man, was getting hornier by the minute. He had no intention of letting this catch get away. "Here you are," Seth said, as they approached his door. "So, ummm, you wanna come in for a while?" James asked hopefully. "Love to." FOREPLAY No sooner had they closed the door, than Seth pulled the boy tight against him. He kissed James hard on the mouth, filling his mouth with spit, forcing him to swallow. James groaned and clung to Seth passionately. Seth’s hips thrust against the boy’s crotch. His left hand kneaded the youth’s ass through his shorts, while his right hand undid his belt. James’ shorts fell to the floor. He kicked off his sneakers. His Size Small briefs came off next; and James' hard cock rubbed against Seth's bulging jeans, dripping precum everywhere. James pulled off Seth's T-shirt, marveling at his lean, hard body. His hands roamed onto his huge chest and nipples . He couldn't help himself; he pushed his face onto Seth's tit and began sucking. "Oh yeah! Fuckin’ hot little slut! Chew them nips." And James licked, sucked and bit them. James untied Seth's sneakers and took them off. The manly smell of Seth's feet hit him hard, like a jolt of electricity. James’ dick twitched. He took off Seth's socks, lifted the damp smelly pair to his face, inhaled deeply, and rubbed them across his lips. He unbuttoned Seth’s jeans. The bulge at his crotch spurred him on to quickly tug down the zipper. Seth's jeans opened before him, revealing smooth skin and a weird tattoo at the base of his cock. "Hot tattoo! What is it?" "It means ‘biohazard,’” Seth hissed. "Like it?" James yielded to the temptation to kiss it. Seth smiled diabolically. His jeans fell down the rest of the way and Seth's cock sprang up, slapping James in the face. Seth laughed aloud at the stunned look on the boy’s face. He stepped out of his jeans and spread his legs. James looked at the cock. Again it bounced towards him, dangerous, inviting, tasty. Seth pushed his crotch forward, and James knew what was expected. He opened up wide, and devoured the humungeous pole. He only got half of it in his mouth when the big dickhead hit the back of the throat. He started to back off when Seth's hand whipped around and rammed him onto it. James gagged, and his throat opened up. Seth thrust hard, forcing his dick all the way into James. His air supply cut off, James panicked. Seth held him tight, watching him thrash and turn blue. "Breathe through your nose, motherfucker!” Seth commanded. James snorted loudly, sucking air and mucus into his nostrils. As his lungs filled, his panic lessened. Confident he could breathe again, James devoured Seth’s cock aggressively. Seth closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the young boy working his shaft. He thrust his dick all the way down the boy's throat, and removed it slowly. Again and again he fucked his face rough and hard, abrading his dick on the boy's white teeth. That didn't matter. The only thing that counted was the thrill he felt as he forced his cock all the way down the kid’s throat, the kick he got when the boy gagged, and grunts he heard when the youth’s forehead struck his pelvis. "Yeah, that's it, cocksucker. Suck that cherry buster real good. Get it all lubed up cause you’re gonna take it up the ass real soon. Get it ready for your mancunt, boy!" After 20 minutes, Seth pulled off. Purple, proud, and raw, his cock jutted out from his pelvis like an angry club. James took a couple of breaths, gazing upon the treasured phallus. It was covered with spit and slime. Seth waved it lewdly at James. "You want it, don’t you? You want this dick in you?". James nodded tentatively. He was committed to foregoing his virginity, but he wasn’t sure he wanted the roughshod treatment Seth had to offer. "Where do you want this big dick, boy?" James licked his lips. His throat was sore. It was now or never. "In my ass, sir. I want that cock up my ass." "Then you shall have it, boy. You want this cock to split your ass open? You want me to rip your ass apart?" James was sure Seth was speaking figuratively, but he couldn’t shake his apprehension as he nodded affirmatively. Seth grabbed him by the tits and yanked him to his feet. James swayed as blood gushed to his head and spots danced before his eyes. Seth guided him to the bed and pushed him down on his back. James watched Seth maneuver between his legs, spreading them with his thighs. Despite being drunk, he put his hand on Seth's chest and stopped his approach. "Wait.” James reached over to the night stand and rummaged around. He came back a condom and offered it to Seth. "I don't fuck with no condoms," he told James. "No condom, no fuck," James said firmly. Seth stared contemptuously at the prophylactic and irascibly tore the wrapper off. James watched spellbound as Seth unraveled the rubber over his huge dick. It looked even more ominous encased in latex. Without a word, Seth parted James' legs again and squatted down so his cockhead abutted the boy's hole. "All right.” “Go slow.” “I’ve never….” FINALE WITH A SAVAGE THRUST, SETH LUNGED INTO HIM. James' face contorted grotesquely as his eyes screwed shut and a garbled scream boiled from his throat. Lightning flashed before his eyes as the huge battering ram of a cock invaded his body. He felt the condom shredding and ripping into his asshole, his innards aflame. Seth pummeled him again and again as the boy shrieked in agony. After 10 minutes of ramming—sweat, assjuice, precum and blood combined to slime both cock and hole. James stopped begging. He began to moan as Seth's cock passed over his prostate. 10 minutes later, James was erect. The reprieve didn’t last long. Seth pulled out and flipped the hapless youth onto his stomach. Seth tugged at James’ T-shirt. James raised his arms and torso to help get the Tee off, but Seth stopped midway, twisting the material above his head, pinning his arms beneath his head. With one hand on the knot, Seth pulled the condom off. "I told you I don't do condoms." Tossing the bloody rubber before James’ eyes, he rammed his cock back into the boy’s ass. Viciously, furiously, he plowed his cock in and out of his hole. James thrashed and flailed, but the heavier Seth hammered away. Over and over, the large cock assailed James' butt. James stopped screaming. His fear, anger, and agony were supplanted by the sensuality of the cock pillaging him. Harder and harder Seth hammered his ass—until James began moaning beneath the Tee. Seth let go of the shirt and grabbed the boy's hips and fucked him full blast. "Take this, you little fucker. Take my big dick up your ass. Feels good in there—RAW—don’t it? You want it now, don’t you? Your ass is so tight. Gonna fix that. Gonna make a man out of you. I’ll fix you so you won’t ever need a condom again. Gonna shoot my fuckin’ poz jizz up your ass, get it flowin’ in your veins—know what that means?” James clenched his asshole as he understood the bombast. Still his rebellious anus betrayed him as it pulsed and danced in tune with the cock raping him. He moaned with every thrust. After 10 minutes, a sweet hot orgasm coursed through Seth’s body. He let out a howl, as his big dick infused volleys of infected cum into the boy’s body. He collapsed on top of James, who lay still. After catching his breath, he withdrew from the boy. Seth reached down and yanked the T-shirt off over James’ head. With an anguished moan James flipped over to watch his assailant. James’ eyes trailed to the venomous cock that had raped him. It was still semi-erect and slimy with blood and shit and cum. Casually, Seth cleaned his dick on James’ white Tee, and tossed it on the bed. As he dressed, he stared at the boy. Beneath his ass, the sheets were soaked with blood and cum. He went over to James and pulled him upright. He bent his head back and planted a hard sloppy kiss on his lips while he dug his fingers into his ass. He held up his scummy fingers up to the boy. Obediently James sucked them into his mouth. They came out clean.

I met these poz guys on the Net, and they invited me over. It was close to midnight when I arrived. Boy, did they turn out to be Pigs! It started out innocently enough. They offered me a beer and told me to get comfy. I watched them fuck until the Top guy bellowed, "You Dirty Fucking Slut, you shit on me!" He grabbed his Boyfriend by the neck and forced him to eat the stringy crap off his cock. He dragged him to the bathroom and pushed him into the tub. He pissed on him, and ordered me to do the same. I quickly guzzled the rest of my beer and spewed forth the sweetest yellow nectar, aiming at his cock and parted lips. The Top congratulated me and took the shower head off the hose. He rammed it up his Boyfriend’s ass and told him not to cum out till he was clean. He led me to the bedroom. He shoved my head into his pits and demanded that I eat his hairy body head to foot. After I worked his tits, cock and hole, he declared himself ready to fuck me, but warned, "You know what I’ll do, if you’re not clean.” His Boyfriend came out of the bathroom. He told him to sit on the edge of the bed and watch him “fuck the shit” out of me. His choice of words perturbed me because of his earlier admonition. He rammed his cock into my ass then worked his balls in, too. He fucked me, cock and balls, for 20 minutes. It was the first time anyone’s ever done that to me. Really stretches the hole, you know. Then he told his Boyfriend he was gonna cum in me “cause, you know, I don't shoot in Dirty Ass Pigs". As he spasmed in my ass, he bit the back of my neck, hard enough to draw blood. I got a giant hickey to prove it. "Take my load, you dirty Fuck. And don't even think of cummin’ yet, cause my Slut Pig Boyfriend ain’t been fed." When he pulled out, his seed drooled down my thigh. He pushed his Boyfriend’s head against my butt, and told him to suck the juices out of me, and not to miss a drop. The compliant Boyfriend ate my ass. The Top told him to feed it to me, and the Boyfriend grabbed my hair and spit the gooey mixture down my throat. Then went back to eating me. An excellent ass-eater! The Top directed me to fuck his Shit Pig Lover. As I enthusiastically plowed the guy, he grabbed my shoulders and started screwing me. That put me over the edge. I told him I could hold out no longer, and he told me to go ahead and cream the Little Shit. I exploded in him with the Top still fucking me. He told me to get off cause he wanted to work his Boyfriend’s hole with my cum still hot in him. My jizz made the perfect lube, and he shot quickly. He turned his attention back to me. “A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do," and he pushed my head into the Boyfriend’s ass. I'm not really into that, but didn’t want to spoil anybody’s fun. So I worked the Boyfriend’s cunt, and sucked the cum out of him. That really got the Boyfriend going, and we went at it mouth to mouth, passing the succulent nectar back and forth between us. By that time it was 4:30 am. The three of us were satiated but drained. As I latched the door behind me, the poz couple was already asleep on the bed, an entwined mosaic of arms and feet and legs.

His name was Joseph. He was from Spain. I met him in the Village several years ago when he was a student. We cruised each other and hit it off. He was 24, 5'10", lean and fit. He bragged that he practiced martial arts, though I suspected that was mostly fantasy. Overall he looked kind of grungy--long, shaggy black hair; really gorgeous eyes; and an accent to die for. Up until then I’d made it a rule not to engage in unsafe sex, because I was still dealing with being poz and all. I really liked him, but I didn't tell him I was poz, cause I wanted to have sex with him. He didn't ask, and I didn't tell. We went back to his place and made out. God, did I throw a major boner! He was totally my type, smooth, well defined, and hung. We got down to some serious cocksucking. I ate his ass as he lay writhing on the bed, and he couldn’t hold back. Six or seven nasty volleys hit my face and chest. I lapped up his cum and licked it off my fingers. I took his cock in my mouth, and he managed several more squirts. He was one of those guys who could cum multiple times. He reached to the night stand, grabbed a condom, and straddled me. He was so hot and tight. I uncapped the baby oil and lubed his butt. Before I knew it, he was riding me like a jockey. We switched positions, and I fucked him as he bent over the bed. I slammed him hard, and he moaned in Spanish. All of a sudden, the friction was incredible. I shot gobs of cum up his ass. I pulled him tight against me. I jerked his shaft while I chewed his ear and twisted his nips. When he shot, I felt his ass do magic things to my dick head. I almost came again. When I pulled out, I saw my naked cum-covered shaft with a ring of rubber at the base. The condom had broken while I was fucking him. I was embarrassed and scared. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to "clean up." I flushed the punctured condom down the toilet. He said his ass was wet and leaky from the lube. I didn't say a thing. He kissed me, and said it was okay, that liked his ass sloppy. A portent of things to cum. We showered and cleaned up and walked down to the corner to grab a sandwich. We spent the rest of day together, and he asked me to stay the night. We fucked again. I was more careful about the condom, but it wasn't the same. We fucked for nearly an hour, and I made him cum twice. But I still wasn't near ejaculation. He asked me what was wrong. I was hard as a stone, but my dick was all red from the condom. He pulled it off, poured lube into the palm of his hand and massaged it over my shaft. He straddled me again, and positioned his ass over my rod. “Now you're going to fuck me without a condom.” “No, wait. It's not safe”. “It’s okay. I trust you. I don't have AIDS, and I know you don't.” Maybe not, but I was POZ. I had to say something. “Shhh!” He slid down on my ass. The sensation of my oiled dick gliding into his ass was incredible. I let out an impassioned moan. Soon he was riding me roughshod, slamming all the way down to my balls. The last of my resistance dissipated. I grabbed his hips and started screwing like a machine. “I'm gonna shoot!” “Breed me, baby. I want your seed.” I shot a huge load of poison jizz up his ass. It was too sweet, too intense. We came down from that fucking high, and fell asleep. I awoke in the middle of the night freaked out by what I’d done. I may have pozzed that beautiful man. I started to cry. My cock was rock hard. I thought about our AIDS fuck again. My shaft jerked. So that was it. Fucking poz was erotic to me. Joseph rolled over and woke up. I gasped when he grabbed my dick beneath the sheets. Without a word he pushed them back and mounted my pole. I fucked him 3 more times, each time more passionately than the last, each time shooting a poz load up his ass. It didn’t bother me, since I figured it was already too late. After all, hadn’t he practically begged for it? I fucked him bareback for almost a year, two, three, four times a week. On a hundred occasions. Grinding my seed into him. I studied up on HIV, and let my nails grow. I fingerfucked him till he yelled. I guess he put up with me cause he loved dick so much. We didn't really start to date, but got kind of intense, at least on my part. I eventually fell in love with him just as he was falling in love with somebody else. He dumped me in the worst possible way, like: “Goodbye. I don’t want to see you again.” No explanation. I found out from friends that he had taken a lover, also Spanish, and that they were incredibly serious and planning on moving to Spain. A week before his departure, I called Joseph’s number. As I hoped, the boyfriend answered. “I’m an old friend of Joseph.” “Yes, Joseph’s mentioned you.” “Not sure how to say this…. Did Joseph tell you he might be poz?” “Poz? No! What makes you think…” “I guess Joseph may not even be aware. You know Joseph and I had quite a relationship before he met you. For almost a year. I just found out I got AIDS. From what the doc says, I’ve probably had it for quite some time. Probably during the time Joseph and I were, well, fucking. I don’t know who else I could have got it from. I think you both ought to get tested.” “You say you just found out?” “Just got my tests back Friday.” “I’ll definitely talk to Joseph about this.” “Sorry.”

Down at the University there’s this tearoom—a small men's room in the basement of the undergrad library, the best kept secret at LU. It only has two stalls and a single urinal in front of them. Not only was a 5 inch glory hole cut between the stalls, but convenient one-inch peepholes pierced the stall doors. Like the carpenters, who’d finished the toilet, were queer themselves. Through these orifices, one could view: the guy in the next booth; whatever anyone wanted to show off at the urinal; and whomever was coming in. There were double doors to the outside, the farthest one in dire need of lubrication—so it was the perfect setup. Thursday night, about 10 PM, I was in the in one of the stalls. It had been a disappointing evening, so my sexual intuitiveness awakened when the outer door squeaked opened. The guy was mid-40’s, tall and rangy, with a ruddy face, thinning blonde hair and a mustache, dressed in a checkered shirt and jeans. His blue eyes were narrowed and he looked very intent, not really handsome, but, nonetheless, exciting. And very acceptable. He entered the stall, and I saw that he was wearing cowboy boots. He sat on the toilet; and soon the narrow toe of his boot slid close to the partition, and he tapped the floor. I responded in kind and, a square of toilet paper appeared, with black marking pen. "Want to suck me?" “OK,” I wrote on the same square of paper and passed it back to him. Peering through the glory hole, I saw him pull off his cowboy boots. He yanked off his socks and stuffed them in the boots. He pulled down his jeans and hung them on the stall door. He was naked from the waist down. That was risky; but despite my nervousness, I found myself admiring the guy's daring. I was amazed when, instead of using the glory hole, he lay down on his back and stretched his long legs into my stall; and I got my first glimpse of the cock I had committed to suck. It wasn't huge, but it had a very nice shape. My hungry lips were in his crotch in an instant. I took him all the way down to the root; his strong hands grasped the back of my head and shoved me down farther as his hips began to gyrate. I started to gag; my eyes watered; I couldn’t breathe. When I tried to rise off his cock, his powerful grip forced me down further. Struggling for air, I panicked. His engorged dickhead jammed my air passage. I pictured myself turning blue. I imagined the headline: “Local found asphyxiated in library toilet.” In desperation, using all the strength I could muster, I rose up on my elbows, shoulders heaving, gasping for air. I gazed warily at the treacherous organ I had attempted to devour, but which had almost devoured me. It jutted upwards, daring, mocking, still completely erect. I heard a sigh of disappointment from the other side. "What’d yuh stop for?" "Sorry, man. Had to breathe. You play a little rough." "Wanna get fucked?" "Want me to come in there? That’d be kinda risky.” "No. Take off your pants and slide under like I did." Nervous as I was, I liked the stud’s can-do attitude. "Okay," I said, hardly believing what I was doing. It would be one thing if another faggot interrupted us; but if Security, or a cop, walked in…. But his confidence and my sexual hunger got the best of me. I slipped off my Nikes and peeled down my jeans. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so all I had on was my T-shirt and athletic socks. Hanging up my pants, I sat down on the floor. Cold tiles chilled my butt, but I hardly noticed as I stretched my legs under the stall wall. He quickly grabbed them and pulled me toward him so that my butt bumped over the tiles, and I fell backward, striking my head on the floor, as my Tee clumped up under my armpits. Most of my body was in his stall. My partner in crime had taken off his shirt. We were naked together, about to butt-fuck in a public restroom. I felt as if I were living out what I had seen in a dozen fuck videos. I was nervous and horny, and my heart was pounding. I saw him squeeze some white lotion from a little plastic bottle into his palm. His nails were at least a quarter inch long, but perfectly clean and manicured. Before I knew it, he stuck two thick, long-nailed fingers up my ass. Within minutes his invading fingers had coaxed an enormous amount of precum from my dick. It oozed out of my piss-slit and ran down my shaft. He bent over and licked it up—leaving me slippery wet with a slimy mixture of precum and saliva. He worked my hole with his long nails, and sucked my precum, for what must have been 20 minutes. I was helpless, a slave to sexual bliss, trapped between his nails massaging my prostate and his lips sucking the bejesus out of my cock. He withdrew his fingers and guided his dick in their place. Since he wasn’t particularly large, it was an easy transition. Anticipation of his hard organ filling me added to my already feverish state and sent me over the edge. For the first time in a long time, I came without touching myself. My load exploded out of my dickhead, and gobs of cum splashed across my bare stomach. "Nice," he chuckled, as he hiked my legs on his shoulders and began to thrust in earnest with quick, powerful jabs. His breathing quickened and turned to harsh gasps that echoed off the bathroom walls. I prayed no one else was in the basement, for surely his grunts and groans could be heard well beyond the double entrance doors. His organ pulsed and throbbed as he spewed hot jizz into my hole. He stayed in me for another 5 or 10 minutes, grinding his seed into me. Now that the deed was done, he moved to clean up. I got to my feet and dressed; but he was quicker, pulling on his clothes and leaving the stall while I was still dabbing at the cum trickling down my leg. I realized he must have shot a very full load. I stayed in the stall, sensing he was in no mood for conversation. I rather wished I’d gotten his name—Maybe we could get together again. I peered through the peephole for a final glimpse of him. He was primping his blonde hair in the mirror above the sink. Sensing I was watching, he glanced back at the stall. He pulled a napkin from the dispenser. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out the same black marker he’d used to write his toilet paper note, and scribbled on the napkin. Hot ziggety! He was going to give me his name and number after all. We’d be able to keep in touch! Still tingling from the fucking I’d just received, I thought to myself I’d like nothing better. As he turned to go, he stopped in front of my stall, dropped the napkin to the tile, and walked out. Anxiously I reached beyond the door to grasp his note which had fallen in a tiny wadded square. Nothing there at first. I unfolded it again and again. There it was—his message. In neatly printed block letters it read: “I have AIDS. Do you?” And all I could think of was his long fingernails working my innards and his cum rolling down my thigh.

I met this beautiful 20-something Adonis at a bar Tuesday night. After telling him how beautiful he was, I asked if he wanted to cum over my place where we could get more intimate. “Yes,” his eyes sparkled with unmitigated lust. He followed me 3 car-lengths behind. No sooner were we in the apartment, than I cornered him against a wall, kissing him deeply, and grinding my hips into his crotch. I licked and bit and caressed his warm lips, felt the fullness of his cock growing against mine, sensed his youthful unsullied beauty blindly crying for defilement. Yes, I promised. It would be accomplished. I guided him to the bedroom, fumbling with his shirt as we went. I sat him down on the bed and continued to undress him, licking his tits and belly, slipped off his shoes and socks and jeans. Quickly, before he could dissent, his briefs came off, too. The sweaty, spermy scent of uninfected manhood wafted to my nostrils. I buried my face in his delectable crotch, mouthing his balls and inhaling his delicious masculine aroma. I licked relentlessly, eliciting louder and louder moans from his throat. I knew I was going to bareback him, even if he didn't, yet. I buried my face in his balls, then beneath them, inching further and further down, teasing my tongue into the lush crevice between his buns. "What are you doing?" he gasped! Young guys often have no idea of the power of rimming. I knew that he was on the verge of such sexual ecstasy that he would be unable to resist as I pumped hot poz jizz deep into his youthful gut. I pulled out all the stops, and thrust my tongue deep into his succulent hole, regarding it as a precious delicacy to be savored until all the flavor had been extracted. He moaned and thrust his ass into the air with abandon. I knew it was time. "I don't use condoms," I announced, as he ground his hips into my face. He went limp for a moment, contemplating the risks and rewards. When he moaned again, I knew I had his assent. I lubed up quickly and mounted him, raising his legs to my shoulders, a diseased ribbon of precum pointing the way to his prized, neg hole. Gently I entered him, thrusting in and out, each time penetrating him deeper, till at last my pubic hair brushed his ass cheeks. As I looked in his eyes, I suspected this was his first bareback fuck, and that my poz load would likely impregnate him. I fucked slowly and passionately, the way men are meant to ride boys, raw and deep, then faster and faster, plunging harder and vigorously, getting closer and closer to exploding my poison jizz deep within this beautiful man’s gut. My cock plugged him relentlessly, prepared to fertilize his virgin cunt with a potent load of poison man-sperm. I started to cum. I plugged his succulent ass so heartily that the bed squawked in protest. The boy’s head slammed against the headboard, but he was oblivious. He had a heated, vigorous stallion inside him, and all he wanted was cock. My raw jizz exploded, impregnating the innermost recesses of his gut, infiltrating his bloodstream, melding into every vital organ. I rammed him again and again, making sure he got every drop of poison I had to offer. His tight, puckered asshole devoured it greedily, not wasting a drop, wanting more and more. So I dry-fucked him twice more—each time his lacerated mancunt more receptive to my virus-laden spunk.

Several weeks ago I was bored out of my tree and horny as hell. I make it a policy to keep in touch with a circle of guys who like to get serviced. And every couple of weeks I send out messages on several Yahoo bareback groups aimed at the local talent: "Come as you are. Drop your shorts. Get blown. Get fucked, or ride me off into the sunset. No names. No questions. No holds barred. Call or email . . . " I enjoy meeting the horny guys who answer my ad. Some of the guys I meet become regulars. Call anytime, and we'll arrange a get-together. Even if you just want to drop by on your way home from work and drop a load in my mouth, then head on home to the little woman. Yeah, right! No shortage of married men in my little group, guys who’ve made a mistake and are doing their best to rectify it. And some of them give me their cell and office numbers, so I can contact them. I was feeling bored, horny, and hot to poz someone. My dentist had told me a few days before that I have a KS lesion growing on my tongue. First symptom. So I called this kid I've seen off and on for a couple of years. Every so often he calls cause he wants to get his rocks off. He's about 24, and considers himself Bi. He likes to top, but always talks about getting fucked. We didn't connect until late the next afternoon. But he jumped on his motorbike and got his ass over here just as soon as I offered to suck his ass for a couple hours. When he got here, he wasted no time in dropping his shorts. We made out a little, but I made a point of not kissing him so he wouldn't feel the KS. He laid on the bed and spread his legs like a good little whore. I rimmed him to get him relaxed. He was a little surprised when I cuffed his right hand to the headboard. "What the hell, man?" “Relax,” I said. "Don't sweat it. I'm not gonna hurt you. I haven't hurt you in two years. Why should I start now?" I went back to tonguing his ass. He's always sweet and clean, and just melts when he gets rimmed. When he got to lifting his ass to meat my tongue, I just raised up over him and sunk my prick into his mancunt with one smooth stroke. He was ready for a ride. No resistance at all. "Fuck me, man." Without a thought about safety or condoms or a “Don't cum in my ass!” he just started bucking onto my dick like a fucking machine. He was great! I was so horny to unload in someone I was afraid I wouldn't last long. But I slowed down his rhythm and managed to hold on for quite a while. Without changing position we must have fucked, off and on, for half an hour, which only made my load bigger and my balls more eager than when he walked in. "Do you like barebacking?" "Yeah, man!" "First time?" "Not really. But I've never taken it this long before. Can we take a break so I can stretch my hand?" He wiggled his right hand in the cuff. "You don't really need to, do you? I want to shoot a load of jizz up your ass." "You're not poz, are you?" "I'm not only POZ, I have AIDS. How does that grab you?" Needless to say, it didn’t. "Oh, shit— don't! No, man, no! I don't want it! Please don't! I don't know what I'd do if . . ." I let him whine for a few minutes. Actually his begging got me hotter. Just as I was seriously considering letting him go, I lost control and shot a load of hot virus-laden cum up his ass. He screamed like I'd cut him with a knife. I collapsed on his back. His shoulders sobbed beneath me. After a while I pulled out and tongued his ass clean. His sobs changed to hysterical laughter. I rolled him over and shoved my tongue down his throat. The lesion is on the underside of my tongue, and as I wrapped my tongue around his, he could feel it. I saw panic flicker back in his eyes. He tried to pull away, but he was on his back and I kept my mouth pressed to his—so he couldn't move. I reached to the table for the cuff key to free him. I don't know why guys don't get it. That rung in the headboard has been chewed up for years from where guys have struggled with cuffs. Even when his hand was free, he didn't move. "Shit man. Why me?" "Why not you? You weren’t playing safe. You were gonna get it, anyway. I just sped things up a bit. "I’ve been fucked by poz guys before. I've just never been fucked by a guy who is actually sick." "One lesion doesn’t make me sick." "I know, but . . .it freaked me out was how you wanted to give it to me. I could feel it. What freaked me out even more was how much I wanted it. God, what a head trip. What a fuckin' brain fuck!" I could see from his undiminished hardon how hot his first AIDS fuck had been. "Ready for more? Slide that cock down my throat, or up my ass.” One thing led to another, and he spent the night and took 2 more of my poz loads.

After work Friday night I was horny as hell for a poz Gifter to get off in my neg ass. So I checked out the play-for-pay masseurs in the classifieds and started down the list. I explained my requirements: me neg; him poz; no condoms. After several rejections, I found a guy who did that sort of thing. He said he’d be right over. I wasn’t expecting the blond demigod who showed up at my door. About 27, long hair bronzed by the sun, he would have almost about perfect, had he not been perceptibly underweight, with a few telltale lesions on his legs. I was down on his dick the moment he walked through the door. I nursed his cock for half an hour before I started to nag him about fisting me. We hadn't discussed it when I called, but he was more than ready. Two, three, four fingers. Before I knew it, he had his whole hand punch-fisted up my butt. I really don't know how long he worked my ass, or how deeply he went. And I didn’t care. What I knew was that this guy was into some serious interior redecorating, and I was getting myself getting fucked up. What could I to do? Ask him to stop? I didn’t want to. When you’re impaled on a guy’s arm there precious little you can do except lie back and enjoy it. When he pulled out, he wiped the shit on the sheet and shoved his huge cock up my ass. I knew that I was torn up inside. The likelihood of his poz jizz permeating my wounded innards got me even hotter. "You want my poz cum up your hole?" "Oh, yeah, baby. All of it!" So he lit it rip. When he finally came, he shot like a geyser. The fucker was a gentleman. He waited patiently to be paid off. I handed him a fifty, and the last thing I heard, as I dozed off, was the front door slamming. ****************************************************************************************** I awakened to sun’s rays and a knock at the door. It was almost noon! Mark, a married dude whom I’d picked up at the bookstore several months ago, stopped by often, usually on the weekend or on the way home from work, or whenever he could beg off from his wife, with an fictitious appointment or an imaginary errand. He usually arrived unannounced, which I didn’t object to, since he loved to fuck and I was always the willing receptacle. The only thing wrong was that Mark was neg. But I hoped to fix that someday. We did our usual thing—roll around on the bed for an hour till he dumped his load. With his faggot urges temporarily abetted, he’d grow obsessed with the possibility that his unsuspecting spouse might be getting suspicious. With a hasty goodbye and a apologetic expression, he’d collect his things, race down the stairs, jump in his car, and peal away. As I watched this charade for the umpteenth time, I hoped to hell he didn’t have an accident or heart attack before I had a chance to poz him. ****************************************************************************************** The yellow pages were too slick for what I needed next—because yesterday’s KS plagued blonde-bomber had whetted my appetite for a lowlife, AIDS infected streetwalker who would comply with my fondest wishes. And to my delight, I found two of them. I explained my situation. "Boys, cum fuck the shit out of me. $25 now. $25 after.” Negotiations settled, we headed off to their place near Santa Monica Blvd. I had seen them around on the streets before, so I knew they were OK. It was strange. We made love in a simple, gentle, old-fashioned way I hadn’t done in years. I really enjoyed it. They knew I wanted it bareback and were willing to accommodate. No pizzazz, no sirens, no fireworks. Just lots of cum in all the right places Just the touch I needed to finish Saturday night. The only unromantic part was the payoff, when I had to fork up $25 that I didn’t have. That necessitated a trip to the ATM. See you on the street, guys! ****************************************************************************************** By Sunday afternoon, I was ready to go again. I found a chat room and located a newly pozzed LA kid. Ostensibly to commiserate and to share advice and wisdom, I invited him over. He was 23, had been infected only a few months, and already had a viral load of 40,000. I told him I was still neg and needed to convert for personal reasons. He told me I was the first real Chaser to cross his path. At least he had his terminology correct. I told him if he did an effective job of it, I could turn him on to a number of other Chasers like me, some of whom might pay. He got my gist, and another poz load went up my ass! ****************************************************************************************** But my sexual thirst remained unquenched. I knew I would have to seek further relief or face a night of tossing and turning. So I called up a Bug Chaser friend of mine, a little Asian named Charles, whom I’d laid the week before. Charles had a crush on me. He sounded like he'd been sitting by the phone waiting for my call for days. Do girls still do that sort of thing or only boy-girls? He said he that he’d been saving himself for me all week and was starved for my jizz pulsing into him. I told him to get his ass over here, and I’d give him what he had cumming. I opened the door in the nude. I could tell he was horny. The bulge of his cock against his athletic shorts was obvious. That made me horny—but it doesn't take much—and I felt my dick rising in response. Soon as we hit the couch he went down on me. "You want it again, don't you?" "Oh—so bad, so much." "Show me how much you want it, baby doll." He was all over my dick, practically climbing on it. I got him to pause long enough to get us into the bedroom. The sheets, which had been fresh Friday morning, were soiled with numerous cum stains about the pillows, shit stains at the foot, and the midsection was damp with piss and cum from a few hours earlier. Knowing full well he had a crush on me and sensing that a little jealousy might be good for the faggot, I detailed how my weekend had progressed so far: How Friday night I’d paid a masseur to punch fuck the hell out of me, before he shot his poz load; How Saturday afternoon married Mark, who preferred getting off on me over his wife, had cum over; How last night I’d paid 2 poz hustlers to fuck me silly; How, just a few hours before, I’d been fucked by a 23-year old Gifter who was awakening to the possibility of selling his seed; And now—us. The tales I’d recounted (and maybe embellished) got Charles so excited he climbed over me and let himself down on my cock. I pulled him toward me and kissed him. "Go for it, baby doll." And he rocked away on my dick until he brought me off in his ass! He gushed forth feminine gratitude. "Can I stay? Would you be able to do it again?" “I don't know. I've played pretty hard this weekend.” But stay he did, for another 8 hours, until 2 a.m. And I was able to get off, not one, but two more—poz loads.

I was hanging at the rest stop 10 miles from my home, sitting in a cubicle, when I heard someone come in. He rattled the door and tapped his foot as a signal to open up. I did, and the door swung open. He didn’t look like much, but I didn’t care. He was MALE. Fifties. Overweight. Not the ideal man to many, but to me an angel of deliverance. Looks can be deceiving, and that was confirmed when he unzipped and revealed a thick 7 inches. I pulled down my track suit and sat back down on the toilet. He stepped forward and massaged his huge shaft on my face. I licked my chops at the thought of that huge mushroom head entering me. His cock smelled like piss and shit, like it hadn't been washed in a month; though I'm a dirty slut who thinks nothing of eating a shitty brown hole, so an unwashed dick is small potatoes. I pushed my mouth over the head, which was fat enough that I had to stretch to avoid bruising him with my teeth. I sucked him like his was the last dick on earth and began to beat his shaft in a cum producing rhythm. The Fucker loved it. About 5 minutes later he pushed my hand off his cock; and with his shaft still in my mouth, forced me back against the wall. “Gag on it, cocksucker!” And he fucked my mouth. Slow strokes at first, then faster, till his rod was deep down my throat. Gag I did, a number of times, which made him pause, stop, holding himself motionless in my mouth. Oh, God! I’ve ruined it! The first drops trickled down my throat, which became a shower, which became a torrent. It was impossible to keep up! I gulped and swallowed repeatedly, but the overflow dribbled down my chin, soaking my previously immaculate Tee. When he’d completely relieved himself, he pulled out; and tiny droplets dripped onto my pubes and cock. He told me to stand up and face the wall. An obedient slut, I complied. His hand pressed down on the center of my back, pushing me over. He positioned his piss-slickened cock between my ass cheeks, meagerly lubing me with a mixture of piss, precum, and spit. Without further ado he forced the full length of his rod up my ass, right up to his pubes. It hurt so bad I could barely suppress a scream, let alone a whimper. No matter. He obviously didn't give a fuck about me as he piteously rammed deeper into my tight, stinging hole. I loved it. Not the pain. Cock up my ass. I’d do anything for that. I knew I was completely impaled when his balls slapped my butt. He began to pound me mercilessly, on every stroke nearly withdrawing, then plunging back in so hard his balls slammed my ass. I’d never felt so horny in my life, and precum was oozing out of my piss-slit. But it was his orgasm, not mine. He began to moan. “You want to cum in me?” “I’m gonna cum in you, regardless.” Even his put-down, his disregard for the most rudimentary practice of safe sex, was a turn-on. A few seconds later he let out a grunt, and I felt that huge shaft pulse buckets of hot creamy jizz into my gut. He withdrew, buckled his pants, and left. I stood there, legs apart, his sticky load trickling down my leg. I sat down, humbly awaiting the next trick who might chose to use my spermy mancunt. I vowed from that day forth, to be forever servile to my fellow man, surrendering my body to holy manseed.

All this wonderful PC crap is nice. But if you are so concerned, why would you even think of barebacking? Just because a guy tells you he's neg, doesn’t make it so. He may not know. He might be lying. So if you are having sex without condoms, all you self-righteous dudes out there had better realize that you are on a suicide mission to hell, just like the guy I fucked at the club last week. After an unproductive 3-way in the steam room, I saw this cute kid, maybe late 20's, lying in his room with the door open. After a moment’s hesitation, I entered, and closed the door behind me. We started kissing and groping and sucking. And not being one to beat around the bush I pushed him over on his stomach and started to eat his hole. But when he sensed I was about to slide my dick in him, he asked, "Are you safe?" “Of course.” Stupid question—because my sexual necessities always render truth irrelevant. And just to give my answer more legitimacy, I asked, “Are you?” “Yeah. But don't cum in me, OK?" "Sure, no problem.” Falsehood no. 2. But after a couple dozen episodes, you get a pretty good idea of what works and what doesn’t. I shoved my cock in him and started to screw him slow and deep. Just being inside his tight sweet neg hole made all that deception worthwhile. I knew I’d do whatever it took to poz his neg ass. I was ready for some serious fucking, so I pulled the popper bottle out of my sock and held it under his nose. Inhale deeply, man, I thought to myself. Take a deep whiff. Make it easy on yourself. Because it’s going to happen, regardless. And after it’s over you won’t feel a thing. At least not for a couple of weeks. I must have fucked him silly. It had been a week for me, and I really needed to get off. I started out doing him on his stomach, then with his legs on my shoulders, then doggie style, with him bent over the bed. He was whimpering and moaning and really getting into it. I wondered, if I had told him I was poz right then, if it would have made any difference. Probably so, but I am not one to quibble with details, nor to poison another guy’s good time. All I could think of was that week’s worth the pent-up jizz accumulated in my groin, just waiting to spew out into his beautiful neg hole. And the thought of pozzing him got the dirty sperm boiling in my balls. I pulled out all the way so I could plunge back in and maybe bust a couple of capillaries, assuring some permanence to an otherwise fleeting act of copulation. But when I shoved back in, my poz jizz started pulsing into him. Like a gusher, my ejaculations seemed to go on forever. When at last the spasms ceased, I kissed him deeply and relaxed my hold on him. "Did you cum in me?" "Yeah, it was just too hot!" I kissed him again, and he wrapped his arms around me. Sweet boy. I hope it takes.

I'm a preppy 28 year old, white dude of Irish descent, clean-cut, athletic, by many considered the typical red-blooded American male. But a more select group of acquaintances knows me for my more intimate characteristics. A bareback top with a mean 7” and a bubble butt to die for. Except for my propensity for barebacking, I’m pretty conventional. I get tested every 3 months, and have so far avoided the bug. Last weekend I got into chat with a guy in my neighborhood. When I say “neighborhood,” he lives 14 miles away. But by Internet standards, that’s close; so we decided to meet. I was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door. He was about 40, 5'8", bright green eyes, and dimples. A really handsome man. At first he was pretty easy-going, and we laughed a lot. We seemed to have a lot in common. We smoked some pot and got into a discussion of how it affected us. I commented that weed relaxed me and made me horny. He countered that it made him more animalistic and aggressive. He wasn't kidding! Once our clothes were off he became a totally different person—obsessed with using the hole of a guy that topped. In no time at all he had me on my hands and knees with my ass high in the air like a bitch waiting to be bred. He rimmed me for a while and used his spit to lube me. He worked his fingers into my hole. Long fingernails clawed at my ass. I sniffed his poppers and awaited the inevitable assault. I felt his cockhead against me, and within a minute was impaled up to his balls. A mixture of pain and ecstasy. He plunged in and out of me, almost withdrawing, then back in up to his pubes, till his balls snapped against my butt. My ass is still kind of tight, because I haven’t been fucked much, so each time he plunged in, it hurt. Not that he cared. He mumbled something about dry fucking being best, and called me his pussy-boy and his bitch. He told me he was going to impregnate me and wanted his seed to live on in my body. His dick, already engorged, grew ever harder and his eyes rolled back in his head—classic signs of a guy about to cum. But he fucked on. 15, maybe 20 minutes later I hit my low. The pot and the poppers had totally consumed me, and my ass had became the fucked-out hole sink hole he wanted it to be. Even token resistance was impossible. Where, he posed, did I want him to shoot? I'm not a Bug Chaser. If I know a guy is poz, I ask him not to cum in me. I asked his status. He smiled a nasty grin and said that it didn't matter, that he’d already cum once in me. I thought back 20 minutes, when I felt sure he was going to cum. He had! The fucker concealed it, hadn’t missed a beat, because he knew he could cum again. Grasping my ankles, he pushed my legs even further apart, and pounded my ass relentlessly as his 2nd load flooded my innards. That was just too much. With a head full of poppers and an ass full of cum, I shot all over my face and chest. Again I asked if he were poz. "Can’t rightly say. Guess you’ll have to wait and see. Then we’ll both know.” I wondered if “Can’t rightly say” meant he didn’t know or just wouldn’t tell me. I've taken some poz loads in my life, but have always cum out neg. Luck of the Irish, I guess. But maybe my luck’s run out. Meanwhile, I’ve developed an attraction to the guy. I’m going to see him again tomorrow, and this weekend we’re going to the baths together. I’m really looking forward to seeing him. If I have to be his boy-toy, his bitch, even his slave, to please him, so be it. Me, the arrogant ex-top.

I work at a bath house. Actually, I took the job as much to meat new guys as for the money. On the days I'm not working, I sometimes check in as a guest and get together with some of my buds. I'm always looking for new fuck buddies as the opportunity presents itself. My lover, Kevin, is also an attendant there. He is a cute guy with a perfect bod and great legs. It was through Kevin that I met 3 of his buds. One day shortly before Christmas, before Kevin and I became lovers, the 5 of us decided to get together. Christmas is a slow time at the bath house because guys are out of town or tied up with parties or family obligations. So it's kind of neat, cause you have the facilities all to yourself. The bath house offers testing every Wednesday. I knew Kevin was neg when he came back from the medic all smiles. And he had assured me his buddies were, in his word, "safe". So that left me. I'd tested poz, but hadn't told anybody. I kind of figured it was none of their business, and not worth ruining anybody's holiday over, least of all my own. So I just kept quiet. As we undressed and wrapped towels around ourselves, I wondered how it would feel sliding my cock up into each and everyone of their sweet bubble butts. Jake especially caught my eye. He had this killer smile. He's 5'11", 165, crewcut, dazzling red hair, freckles, green eyes, and super long legs. Of course, being men among men, our cocks got mutually hard or close to it; and my 7" was no exception. Jake was hot for me from the start. He tweaked my nips, and mentioned how he'd like to sample that bulge beneath my towel. Evan and Tristan, lovers for 3 years, were blonde, short hair, 5'8" and 5'10" respectively, nice bods, and a little more aloof. After a few minutes of horsing around, I told them I wanted to shower. They agreed, and we hustled off to the locker room. Still half hard, I hung up my towel. "Gosh, Bill, I wish I could help you with that!" Jake said. I laughed. "I wish you could, too." I winked at him, not concealing my admiration for his butt. Coyly, he turned about and stepped into the shower. Perhaps it was the season, or simply the camaraderie, as the warm water poured down on us. But pretty soon we went from soaping ourselves to soaping each other. Jake's hands strayed to my tits, as the water ran down between our legs. He began to twist and squeeze, and when I moaned he let his hand drift down to my cock. I reached behind him and put my finger in his hole, pulling his body hard against mine. He groaned as he raised his fingers to his lips to savor my oozing precum. He slid down my body to my balls. Evan and Tristan, shy youth not quite sure they could play a man's game, stood by and observed, till I grabbed their buttocks, and pulled them tightly against me, their hard cocks pressed to my thighs. Coarsely I pushed their heads down to my nips, making them suck my tits like babies. Sensuously Jake glided up and down my on my dick. He had warm water in his mouth as he gulped down my 7" all the way to the root and stared imploringly up at me. I jerked Evan's and Tristan's cocks, which left trails of precum on Jake's back and shoulders. The three of us kissed while Jake deep-throated me. I put my hands on the back of his head and face-fucked him till he gagged. Evan went to my asshole. Soooooo sweet! Tristan followed, and they took turns rimming me while they played with themselves. I pulled Jake to his feet. "I love your cock, Bill." "Yeah, but now I need your ass." Jake put his hands to the tile and bent over. Evan and Tristan played with my nips as I grabbed Jake's narrow waist and slid my 7" into him. His ass muscles worked my cock as I plowed deeply into him. Jake groaned and whimpered, and I put my hands on his shoulders to gain more leverage into his mancunt. Tristan said, "Do me, Bill!" Evan added, "Me, too, dude." I pumped in and out of Jake till he yelled "I'm gonna shoot, man!" Right on cue, wave after wave of my poz cum shot up in his belly as he shot a neg load all over his pubes and the wall. A couple ropes dripped onto his leg and foot. Weak and enervated, Jake fell back against me. And the neg cum on his belly burned like acid into my unrequited flesh. Evan and Tristan lined up their asses ready for their deserts. Jake recovered enough to work my tits as I shoved my cum-lubed cock up Evan's neg hole. I slammed into him, and his head bounced off the tile wall till Tristan steadied him. Evan whispered, "Fuck me, Bill! I need it!" I buried my poz cock all the way up his neg gut; but he kept pushing his ass back at me, begging for more. Tristin kissed him, telling him over and over, "It's okay, Baby." Like he understood his lover's need to get bred. I pulled all the way out and shoved it back in. Evan screamed. Tristan moaned as he watched me plug his lover's hot butt. As I started to shoot, Evan said, "Can't help it, man! I'm gonna cum!" I quickly pulled out of Evan and buried my dick deep in Tristan, so that both lovers got equal exposure to my seed. I figured if I could convert one of them, they'd fuck each other to death. Tristan, not expecting penetration, let out a yelp, first of surprise, then pain, then pleasure, as gobs of poz cum, lost during the transition, ran down his butt crack, as they did down the leg of his lover. "God, Bill, that feels soooooo good!" I plowed Tristan as lover Evan watched in envy, my big ass balls pounding his ass, as poz cum sprayed into sweet neg pussy. Tristan's cock was hard as I plugged him, and he was precuming so voluminously that strands of it dangled from his cock to my legs like the web of a venomous spider. He groaned and grunted as I used my cock muscle to penetrate his unsullied butt. Drained, I pulled out, begging exhaustion. Evan, Jake and Tristan toweled off, excused themselves, and went back to the room. Kevin, who had been strangely aloof during the whole ordeal, turned off the water; and we stood there, dripping wet, facing each other. I approached him and kissed him. "When do I get mine, Mr. Macho?" "Doing anything this evening? You know that nice Italian restaurant I mentioned? My treat." "Not exactly what I had in mind." "Well, there's always afterward," I added lamely. "Bill, you shouldn't be so careless. I saw your test results laying in the office a month ago. And now I may have helped you poz my best friends." Stunned, I just nodded. "You know something? The only emotion I felt, besides nearly cumming myself, was envy. Like I wished it was me getting pozzed. So the way I see it, Mister, you owe me big time. And I intend to collect my due." That evening Kevin and I went to dinner. After that we went back to his place. A fortnight later he came down with the flu. Six months later we became lovers and moved in together. Now Kevin's on meds and has a zero viral load. My own viral load's floats between 75 and 100 (thousand), with T-cells in the 400 range. As for Evan, Tristan and Jake? Jake's still neg, far as I know. Last I heard, Tristan converted, and pozzed Evan The lovers split up as a result. As for Kevin and me-we're still poz to each other and neg to the world.

I met this guy on Friday and he took me on a date! It was real nice. We went to this Italian restaurant for dinner, then bought a bottle of wine, and went back to his apartment. We chatted for a while, but I was anxious to get fucking. I’d brought some pot with me, and we smoked a joint. He’d never done pot before, so I figured that was a plus. I really turned on the charm. We got high (he higher than me) and started to make out. He assured me he was neg. I said nothing about my status. We drank the wine, and I made sure that he drank a lot more than I did. One thing led to another and we ended up in the bedroom. I was rock hard and knew where I wanted to put my cock. But I didn’t want to scare him off. So I had to go slow. I ate his ass, got it nice and slick, then fingered him. Four fingers later, I had him moaning like a slut. I jabbed in and out of him, trying to put some tears in his ass. Pretty soon, I had my whole hand in, but couldn’t get over the knuckles. Meanwhile, he was moaning and grinding his butt. I stopped every now and then to make him toke, and drink wine out of my mouth. I’d take a big swallow then feed it to him down his throat. We made out, my fingers up his ass the whole time. I noticed his collection of dildos on the night stand. On impulse, I grabbed a 10-incher and rammed it up his ass. He grimaced and let out a yelp. I figured that might hurt a bit. So I kissed him and kept my lips pressed to his as I ramrodded that rubber dick into his asshole again and again. All this with practically no lube except for my saliva and a left-over coating on the dildo. He gasped and whimpered against my lips. That almost made me shoot! The things some guys will do for sex! I kept the dildo in his ass. We toked some more and drank more wine. I made sure he got the lion’s share. I turned out most of the lights and rolled him onto his stomach. Butting my cock against the dildo, I rubbed precum all around his hole. He moaned a lot. I asked him what he wanted—and he said, naturally enough, my cock. I pulled the dildo out and replaced it with my shaft. He was pretty high and horny; I doubt if he was even thinking latex. I alternated between the dildo and my cock and began to slip them both in simultaneously. But each time I attempted a double fuck him he gasped in pain. So I left the dildo in and fucked around it. It was hot, feeling that 10” dick filling up his hole beside my cock. The first time I rammed it in along side the dildo, he yelped. I slapped his ass and made him toke again, while I tried to picture the damage I was doing to his innards. He’d be sore for a week, I was sure. The pot worked, but it was I who couldn’t last much longer. Resolved, I fucked with long, sensuous stokes—almost pulling out then plunging back in as deeply as I could. Shortly thereafter I shot my first poz load. Taking no chances, I continued to work the dildo in and out of him after I withdrew, to make sure my seed got massaged into his tissue. I kissed him, and worked his tits. He wanted to beat off, but I told him No, that I wanted to keep him horny so all he’d think about was getting fucked. After that, he compliantly kept his hands off his dick. I told him I had to clean up. In the privacy of his bathroom I examined my cock. Sure enough, there was blood on it. I washed off my dick and flushed a fantasy condom down the toilet. I let him cum eventually—in the morning, after I’d fucked him twice more and was pretty well spent. On each subsequent occasion I sealed him up with the dildo, so the bug would have a chance to penetrate his capillaries. Now, of all things, the guy’s falling in love with me. He told me so last night. Actually I think it’s appropriate—considering the time and effort I put into him. But it wouldn’t work. It’s against my policy to associate with poz guys. Damaged goods and all that. And too much competition.

I’ve always been a fan of bookstores and sex clubs. I love the musk of men cuming together in the heat of gay sex. But from where I live I have to drive forever to get to a city of any size. The doc who provides my meds, for example, is 70 miles away, and in a small town, at that. For that reason, I don’t go to see him unless I have to and sometimes when I ought to. Some guys ask how I can stand being so isolated. I probably couldn’t, if it weren’t for the rest stop on the Interstate, just 5 miles north of my home. On a summer night, and usually during the spring, fall and winter, I can get all the sex I want. Hidden from the highway amongst a vast stretch of heavily wooded forest, it’s a haven for any gay American male looking for cum, cock, or ass. You wouldn’t even know it was there, were it not for the small highway sign. The adjacent male and female outhouses are dimly lit and derelict. There’s a sink with faucets that yield a mere trickle when turned on full-force, a horse-trough style urinal, and 2 badly stained toilets separated by a carved up partition, a veritable directory of lascivious promises and libidinous graffiti, replete with diagrams, names and phone numbers. But the most telling feature is the partition’s roughly hewn 5” glory hole, which may or may not be boarded up, depending on the maintenance crew’s last visit. That’s where the cruising starts. But the real action takes place far behind the T-rooms. When you enter the rest area, you have to drive aways to get to the T-rooms. If you park at any distance on either side, you’re adjacent the extensive picnic facilities of grills and tables, areas unlit at night and totally engulfed in darkness. The paths start at the rear of these picnic areas and converge far behind the T-rooms. There the woods are thick and filled with a great maze of paths with numerous natural and man made clearings, bypasses, and detours. On a warm night you may pass a pile of hastily discarded clothing and inhale the aroma of pot, poppers and sex. ************ MIDNIGHT ********** I pulled into a dark parking space before the first picnic area. The only lights were from the distant T-rooms. I took off my shirt, leaving myself in tennis shoes and gym shorts, and ventured into the dark, dank woods. As I entered the forest I removed my shorts and hung them about my neck. They were nylon runners, favored by many who frequent the park, because you can get your head through the leg hole, so they become a bandanna of sorts. As I made my way down the trail, the moon was full, and the human animal known as the gay man was in full heat. On my right I heard grunts as a needy butt was plowed, and on my left, hungry slurping on a leaking hardon. I had one destination in mind. Like spokes in a wheel, the paths converged on a hub far behind the T-rooms, a clearing about the size of a house, devoid of trees and worn down by the many sexual encounters that had occurred there—the orgy area. A young black man was getting fucked doggie style while he sucked a trucker type. The guy doing the fucking was about 24, tall, and slender. I watched in the moonlight as he worked his cock in and out of the black’s love canal. The trucker thrust his dick down his throat, and grunted, "I’m cummmmming!” The black gulped repeatedly in an effort to keep up with the ropes of cum shooting into him, as the dude in his ass forced his face deep into the trucker’s crotch, rendering him helpless and gagging. The trucker, finished ejaculating, pulled out; and I stepped up to take his place. The black quickly devoured my cock, bathing it in saliva and remnants of the trucker’s cum. The guy fucking him quickened his pace as he thrust in and out of the dude’s hole and shot. "Milk my fucking cock, baby!" The black sucked on with abandon, as spit ran from his drooling mouth onto my shaved balls. The fucker pounded his load deep into his hole, withdrew, and left. By that time a dozen guys had gathered round. I pulled out of the black guy’s mouth and turned his ass to me. He thought I was going to fuck him, but I dropped to my knees. I wanted that load for myself. I opened my mouth and tongued his loose hole. I tasted fresh man juice, and his hole was so hungry it opened up for me, allowing my tongue to reach its inner depths. I licked and tongue-fucked him with abandon. The black was in hog heaven. I lapped at his hole and placed my wet mouth completely over his rosebud, sucking out more and more jizz. All that cum couldn’t have come from one guy . The very thought of what I was swallowing got my precum flowing freely. The trucker watched with great interest. As I worked the black dude’s hole, the trucker got on his knees to blow me. He had a mouth that must have launched a thousand orgasms--licked my shaft down to my balls, then sucked them into his warm wet mouth. I ate deeper into the smooth brown hole and stuck a finger into it, working it around on the black’s gyrating hips. My persistence paid off. "I am gonna shoot!" cried the black dude, in a half-scream, half-whisper. "I want your load, man," said the trucker. He pulled off my cock and onto the black guy’s. I rammed a second finger in his ass. If he’d held still, I would have put my whole fist in there. But he bucked and shot. As he did, his ass tightened. More creamy cum spewed into my mouth. I was so hot by then it was driving me crazy. The guys left, and I headed back to my car for a much needed cigarette. I opened the door and grabbed my half-crushed pack. I checked the time. ************ 1: 10 A.M. ********** I made my way back down the path, again removing my gym shorts, hanging them about my neck. I walked into the woods away and found one of my favorite spots. It was a tree with a limb just right for sitting and listening to the night sounds while your eyes adjusted. I stroked my cock and listed to the grunts and groans of mankind’s sexual encounters. I watched various forms of man-flesh go by, all hunters after the same prize, dark outlines illuminated in moonlight. A few shirtless guys, some nude like myself, some alone or in pairs. A few paused on the path, sensing my presence. If any of them had approached, I would have offered them more than a smoke. But none did. I was anxious for another intimate encounter. I walked on down the path to the fuck tree. It had limbs just the right height to support me as I stuck out my ass, inviting all cummers. The top had to stand at the edge of the path, putting others on notice there was a hot bottom ready for creaming. And, sometimes, when it was really good, guys would line up waiting to shoot their wads in me. It was humid and the air smelled of rain. Far to the west, sheet lightening illuminated the sky. The threat of precipitation deterred no one since it was still in the 90’s, and a warm rain would be welcome. The moon was partially obscured by the clouding sky, and the park turned darker around me as footsteps approached. I bent my ass to the wind to see if the anonymous cruiser wanted to play. The footsteps stopped. I felt a hand on my ass and a finger slip into my hole. "Nice ass." said the stranger, twisting the finger around in my hole. “Fuck me,” I begged. He dropped his cutoffs. A slender cock pressed against my rosebud. I puckered my ass to suck in his meat. Briefly the moon came out from behind the clouds. I saw remnants of the many sexual encounters in this area. Old underwear, lube, napkins, empty popper bottles, no condoms. In one thrust, he shoved his dick all the way in me, causing me to gasp in pain. Tears ran down my cheeks. But I’d asked for it. Quickly I reached into my socks for my little brown bottle. I took a deep whiff and opened up even more to my first fuck of the night from this long and slender cock. He pulled out and rammed back in me with all his weight, again and again, knocking me off balance. I bent down and grabbed my ankles. He grabbed my hips and pounded into me with heart stopping madness. Involuntarily my rosebud locked about his cock, milking it like a baby suckling on a mother’s teat. His legs tensed as his cock grew stiffer. His balls banged against my ass. I leaned back into his thrusting pelvis. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" he cried. " Rip me open!" "Yeah, man!" He came in my hole. I steadied myself on the branches as he pulled out. Up came the cutoffs and away he went into the overcast night. ************ 2:15 A.M. ********** I was wet with sweat and burning with desire. A few drops of rain touched my naked body. I bent over, aware that other guys had been watching. I was rewarded by another cock sliding into me. This one was not as long as the first but was thicker by far. I reached back to feel the top and connected with a hard mass of male muscle, thick and full of cum. I’d been opened deep by the last guy--now I was going to be opened wide. He, like myself, was one of the nature lovers, preferring to prowl the woods nude. I grasped the tree limb. He offered me a hit of his poppers. I inhaled deeply, and the earth began to spin. I could feel my ass open wide, and occasional rain drops began to land on my body like a lover’s caress. The drops grew larger, and the potential downpour spurred us on into pure animal lust. I took another hit of his poppers and grabbed at my ankles. The fucker reached down and spread my ass cheeks apart for his thick root. As he did so, cum from the previous fuck dripped out of my ass to lube his solid cock. I may have been tender from the first fuck, but his dick felt about as big around as a coke can. He bucked into my ass forcing me to accept his great shaft. He jerked all over, shaking rain drops from his hair onto my back. I tried to tighten my grip around his huge cock, but it was very hard to do. Thrusting deeply, he said, "Fuck! I’m cumminnnnn!" "I want your seed, man." He gave me one last bang and came in hip thrusting madness. ************ 3:10 A.M. ********** I was close to spent, but wanted more sex. I stepped onto the main path and found 5 guys standing close by. It was raining steadily. I bent over for the first cock I saw, and took a long uncut dick in my mouth. Another guy began to fuck me roughly, rocking me back and forth on the cock down my throat. I grabbed a dick on each side and began to beat them off. A fifth desperate guy lay down in the mud beneath me to blow me. The rain came harder. Sensing this would be our last sex of the evening, biological necessity took precedence over the storm. The guy under me was muddy, but continued to suck. The guy fucking me swayed from side to side as the rainstorm dissipated back to a shower. The uncut guy I was sucking rammed my gullet; and the mud-soaked dude took my 6 inches to the hilt. We’d just got a nice rhythm going, when one of the guys I was jacking began to pulse. I pulled off the uncut guy to take his cum down my throat, licking every drop from his softening dick until he was dry. I went back to Mr. UnCut, who soon bucked and grabbed the back of my head, feeding me my 2nd long drink of manjuice. He pulled out of my mouth with a pop, and I sucked the other guy I’d been jacking. I could tell he’d been fucking from the taste of ass juice on his cock. He rammed it deep down my throat, just as the guy fucking me smacked my ass. The sound echoed like a gun shot through the night. I moaned as I started to shoot. Each thrust from behind forced more cum out of my dick into the mouth of the muddy cocksucker beneath me. "I’m going to cum!" shouted the husky voice behind me. "Give his ass a load, and I’ll give him one in the mouth," said the guy from my right. "Shit! This is one tight hole, man!" said my fucker. "Eat my cum, you hungry bitch," said the man before me. A 3rd load of hot cum flooded my mouth. I gagged on his dick as he thrust down my throat, forcing me to drink all of his jizz. As he punch fucked my throat, I was forced back onto the throbbing cock in my ass like a cum sandwich. The guy who had been milking my dick beat his meat a few licks, and I quickly contorted to lick up load #4, an earthy mixture of cum and mud. Both my holes were vacated. I was allowed to breath normally again. Anticlimactically, we went our separate ways. ************ 3:50 AM ********** As I walked back to my car, I was careful to sidestep and puddle jump on the slippery path. The park was deserted; the forest, quiet. The only movement rivulets of rainwater and the cum leaking out of my ass.

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.