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I led my buddies in a bathhouse pozzing of a little college junior who stumbled onto our little group. He was about to graduate big time, but didn’t know it yet. His sweet virgin ass didn't have a chance. We sucked and licked and finger-fucked him into submission, and then injected him with six poz loads. Let me tell you how it’s done. It all started a year ago as three of us Gift Givers bemoaned our lack of new meat. We watched the young colts on the dance floor and tried to pick out the guys who hadn't barebacked yet but were ready for it. A couple of us would approach them and make a date to meat them later at the baths. Few asked our status, and we told those who did there’d be some poz guys around, so be sure to look for us. We never said we were neg. They just assumed as much. We typically approached five or six guys in a night, and usually two or three would show up. So far we have a perfect record. Not one has ever escaped poz injections. Things didn't work out so well that night, 'though. We wound up with six guys, all poz. We left the door to our room open to draw in passers-by, and a little college stud, who just happened to be at the baths that night, paused outside our door to watch. I invited him in, figuring he was poz 'cause he had this cross tattooed on his bicep that we mistook for a “PLUS (+).” He turned out to be a fairly apt sucker and a decent top, but got kind of skittish when we tried to mount him. While he was off at the can I suggested that maybe he was neg, and with the cooperation of my poz buddies, upon the return of the guy, I casually turned the conversation to his status, and he confirmed my suspicion. He was neg. Within seconds we had him surrounded and teased and tousled him. Six lips, six tongues, and sixty fingers went to work him over. No man could resist what we did to him. He got to thinking with his dick and not his head. He didn’t even consider leaving or telling us to ease off, he was enjoying it so much. Two guys knelt on either side of him, holding him up. Two worked his tits while another kissed him, and a fourth sucked his dick. I hoisted his hips up to my face with his sweet thighs slung over my shoulders. I lubed his hole with my spit as I alternately rimmed and finger-fucked him. He started moaning, and I coaxed him for permission, saying things like “Like that? You are one hot stud, you know. Like my fingers in your hole? Feel good? [and] I’d Like to put my dick in there.” We probed and licked and sucked him into acquiescence. He got to the point where he couldn’t take it any more. Two of our guys cradled him, while the others continued to kiss, nuzzle, and lick him to death. I hooked his legs around my waist and rode into him with a long deep thrust. I’ve done some kickboxing and have fairly powerful legs and a muscled ass. So I can get real forceful if I want. Resistance is not an option. I was so hot I came pretty quickly. I looked him in the eye so he’d remember the exact moment he’d taken his first poz load. I bent forward and kissed him and whispered I was cumming. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, 'cause he averted his gaze and closed his eyes as I shot my poz seed into him. Once he had my load in him, he took the others a lot easier. With my second buddy he didn’t turn his head, and when the last three guys seeded him, he maintained eye contact with his fuckers. I joined the others in keeping him aroused as each my buddies shot his virus into the guy. The third and fourth guys pulled out with traces of pink on their poles, which they pointed out to us. On last two the pink had turned to brown and red. It was really quite a game. Like hunting season. After we all had our crack at him, I buried my tongue deep in his nuts and coaxed his eruption down my throat. Off he went to the showers one satisfied, sore, and hopefully pozzed little fuck. Mission accomplished, the rest of us dressed. We’ve been back to the Club several times since then, and I haven’t seen him around. I think I will though, sooner or later. After he adjusts to his condition. Then I’ll ask him to join us. He’ll be a great drawing card. He’s so cute.

I was glad for the weekend. I was going to meat JOEY at the bookstore, and was looking forward to it. I’d had no sex for a week and felt like I had to get some or die. I wheeled into the parking lot and noticed the large number of cars. A lot of horny dudes in there. But it was Friday, a Friday that would change my life forever. I entered the place and looked around for my friend. He wasn’t there yet, but I was early. So I thought I’d find someone to pass the time with. There were a number of possibilities. I saw this hot muscle stud. He was blonde, in his 30’s, wearing jeans and a T-shirt with CALIFORNIA printed across it. 5'9", about 160. A real hunk. But maybe a little out of my league. Five quarters later I left my first booth. I looked for CALIFORNIA, but he was no where in sight. I figured he’d left or he was doing some guy in a booth. But I did see my buddy, JOEY. He’d just come through the door. Joey and I met in this very place several months ago. We’d had sex a number of times, always in the very same booth, one kind of isolated from the others. We’d exchanged phone numbers. He called me when he was horny, or I called him. I guess you could say we were “compatible.” Joey’s married. Joey headed toward “our” booth, but it was occupied. We were about to search for an alternative, when out walked CALIFORNIA. We made eye contact for an instant, but Joey entered and I followed. We shut the door. I dropped my jeans and he unbuckled his. He took off his T-shirt and stood there nude and at my mercy. His swollen dick bobbed straight out from his pubes and dangled temptingly before my lips. He grasped his dick and milked a huge drop of precum from his piss slit Typical for Joey, it just oozed out of him and started to run down his shaft. I closed my lips around it, pulled back, and a long cord of jizz connected my lips to his dick. I licked his cockhead all over and let his thick pole glide down my throat. “You want my cum, baby? I got a big load for you tonight.” I had no doubt. He milked another load. This time he rubbed it all over my face. I had his precum on my cheeks, my eyelids, my forehead, even in my hair. He bent down to kiss me and spat in my mouth. He pushed his dick down my throat. I gagged a little and rolled my tongue around the base of his shaft. He got to moaning and making little fukking motions. Made me think my mouth wasn’t the only hole he was interested in We’d forgot to lock the door, so I was caught in the act when in walked CALIFORNIA. Joey looked at CALIFORNIA and at me. The expression on my face must have told him I was up for a threesome, cause right in front of California he thrust his thick dick all the way down my throat. I gagged violently, and he and California kissed. I ran my hands along California’s calves and thighs. The outline of his swollen dick was obvious through his jeans. He pulled off his jeans and shirt and removed his briefs. He was built, and his dick was hard and slightly longer than Joey’s. He ran his tongue across my face, and licked off Joey’s precum, then went to his knees to milk my dick. California’s lips and mouth got shiny. He pried his tongue through Joey’s lips and passed the juices back to him. I wanted to get screwed in the worst possible way. These were two very hot guys with gobs of unshot cum. And all they’d done so far was suck and kiss. I manipulated California so that I had a good view of his butt.. My nose brushed his cheeks, and he pushed back against me so it was buried in his crack. My tongue darted in and out of his hole. It smelled of a delightful musky man odor. I ate and licked and sucked that nice tasty hole while Joey mouthed his dick. California spread his legs so both of us could get a clear shot at his privates. He moaned and urged us on. California went down on both of us. I was so close I wasn’t sure I could hold back any longer. He pushed me into Joey’s crack and went to work on his dick. Poor Joey was in ecstasy! From his moans and groans, I was sure he was going to shoot. We must have getting pretty loud with our slurping and sucking cause there was a knock at the door. Fearing a visit from the management, California cracked the door, then released it. In walked this black guy. As the dude entered, I caught a glimpse of a bunch of guys lined up against the wall. Apparently our moaning and groaning had aroused a lot of curiosity. California’s hands caressed the black guy’s crotch as he pulled off his T-shirt and jeans. He had a damn good body and a half hard dick . California sucked it till he got his juices flowing, then turned his attention to my ass and got into tonguing me big time. With California’s tongue up my butt, I was as hot as I’d ever been. I never wanted to be screwed so bad in my life. I whispered to California to put it in me. A slight smirk crossed his face as he nodded in agreement. His finger probed my hole which he replaced with his dick. He used no lube other than precum and felt like a telephone pole entering my ass. Joey and the black dude watched hypnotized. California would pull back till he was almost out of me, then plunge back in. Over and over again. It was a recipe for cumming. I felt like I was going to crap. Squishy sounds emanated from my butt as California’s precum lubed my guts. At last he pulled out, saying he was getting too close. The black guy replaced him, and his hard dick entered my hole. He was more forceful than California and began banging me hard. It hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. I could feel his dick rubbing my gland and felt like I was going to piss. The black guy yelled for me to take his cum. He rammed it all the way in and held it there. His pole jerked in my ass as his creamy man load spewed into my ass. It was awesome! He quickly pulled out, dressed quickly, and was gone. California pushed Joey toward my backside, and my sexmate entered me bareback. Despite our friendship, I’d let the black guy and California to do me first, so I suspected it was pay back time. I was right. He grabbed my waist and plowed me hard. Maybe vindictively, maybe just eagerly--but the result was definitely not gentle. No one that evening produced a condom or tried to use one. I was getting gangbanged bareback and was in sex heaven. “Shoot in his ass! Fill him up!” California urged Joey. “The bitch deserves it! And I’m gonna use your cum to make him feel real good when I shoot in him.” Was I loving this? I’d never barebacked before. What had I been missing? I wondered if any of these guys were poz. If so, too late. If AIDS was in the cards, then it might as well happen sooner than later. The only thing I really cared about was for these guys to shoot their jizz in me. Joey pounded me hard. His balls slapped my ass. He pumped so hard that my head struck the wall several times. California stood there coaching. “Use that hole. Breed the guy.” He and Joey deep-throated as he plowed my ass. Joey said he was close, and California pulled him off me telling him he’d better not cum yet. Then California entered me. And the pounding resumed. We’d forgotten about the door when the black dude left. It slowly opened, and this tall, long-haired, hippie type peered in. I don’t think either California or Joey saw him at first. He shut the door, removed his jeans, and presented himself to Joey. California, temporarily distracted by the hippie, came out of me, and Joey seized the opportunity to re-insert himself. He was really close and moaned, announcing to whomever was listening that he was about to cum. He thrust hard; and, for the first time, my friend deposited his load in me. California meanwhile, screwed the hippie. Joey, who was all sweated up, kept his dick in me until it went soft. He pulled out and began to dress. The hippie, being careful not to dislodge California, turned my body so he was facing my cummy ass. He ate my hole till his lips went shiny. We kissed. I smelled the musky odor of my butt on his face and tasted the jizz that moments before had been in my ass. He spit the cum, mixed with saliva, into my mouth. California pulled out of him and re-entered me. As he did so he unlatched the door and swung it open for everyone in the place could see. The guys who were leaning against the wall came to attention. Two guys came in. One found his way into the hippie’s ass, and the other chewed on California’s nips and well formed pecs. With the additional stimulation, California really got to moaning and plugged me hard. He whispered how much he wanted to BREED me, and I told him how much I wanted his SEED. The hippie, with a fresh load of cum in him, offered me his dick to suck on while I got plowed. The other guy, who’d been working California’s nips, jerked off at my side. California whispered, so none of the others could hear, “Here comes my poz load, bitch. Take my dirty seed up your cunt." He pushed hard against me. I felt him throb and quiver as his jizz shot into me. Another load hit my ear and cheek. It splattered on the stomach of the hippie who, in his the excitement, lost control and pissed down my throat. I swallowed again and again. After he emptied his bladder, he planted the biggest kiss on my lips. I passed a mouthful of piss back to him. I suspected he was the only one who’d overheard California’s words. The party was over. We were all spent, but I had yet to shoot and was hard as a rock. The door was wide open, but California and I just sat there naked staring at the wall. I wasn’t upset that he’d shot his poz jizz into me, just amazed that I’d taken my first poz load so soon. I asked if he was really from California. He said, yes. That ever since he’d been pozzed, he searched for new holes to breed. Said he a “Gift Giver,” that he’d never taken meds, and was soon to pay the price cause his virus was way out of control. He looked at me hard as I scanned his body for some sign of what he was talking about. He told me I could go the same route he had. “Once you start, you can never stop,” he cautioned. “It just gets easier and easier until you get a certain quota in your head, and you’ll do anything to meat it.” He gave me the most angelic smile, kissed me, and said he hoped he’d given me something to remember him by. We dressed and left the booth. I didn’t follow him out. Although I was tired, I was still hard and horny Unlike Joey and the others, I hadn’t cum. I entered another booth. The door to the next booth swung open. Through the glory hole I saw the light brighten, then dim, then go very, very dark. No quarters dropped. No video played. No dick popped through the aperture. Curious, I felt the opening and found myself probing a well lubed asshole--lubed with what I did not know nor care. What the hell, I thought. A chance for some real relief. I dug a couple of fingers into my wet stretched hole and scooped out a couple gobs of cum. I lubed my shaft and guided it into the anonymous mancunt. I was pretty sexed up, so I didn’t take long to shoot. I wondered how long it be before I became infectious. Probably too soon. Still there was the possibility that California’s poz jizz all over my dick might do the trick. I waited and dropped a quarter while my unseen buddy zipped up and got out of there as quickly as possible. I’d given him what he’d come for. Maybe more. Only then did I realize what a toll the evening had taken. I felt drained. As I drove home I mulled over the events of the night. Did I really want to turn out like California? A Giver? Or was I one already? I thought of the guy in the next booth--and of Joey. Turn about’s only fair play, I supposed. He’d screwed me, so I was entitled to screw him. I’d have to call him next week and arrange something. He was always so eager. He and his wife might end up the lucky ones. I could see to that.

A WORD OF WARNING TO YOU BOTTOMS. Don't let a guy fuck you raw and then cum in your ass. The feeling of a guy's cock spasming in your ass, that cum filling up the area around his shaft and making a warm glove that massages his cock as he shoots his load deep, is an intense orgasm that he will want to repeat. And once you've experienced that stiff cock pulsing and the hot cum shooting into you, you will want to feel it over and over again. When he pulls out, you're gonna want to suck his cock clean, tasting that great cum as well as your ass juices, and you're gonna want to suck him stiff again, so that as soon as possible, you can have that rod inside you again. And when he slides home on that carpet of warm cum, and you feel how great it is to have a guy fuck you in cum, you're not gonna want him to stop. You're gonna do everything in your power to keep that cock in your ass. You'll end up with your heels in his ass forcing him to fuck you deep and hard. And if he gets worn out and says he can't fuck you any longer, you're gonna go looking for more. If you're at a party, you're gonna lay there in the sling with cum dripping out of your ass and down your ass crack, and holler for another top to take his place as quickly as possible. Raw anal sex is addictive. Once you've had a man shoot his load in you, you will do anything you can to get him to do it again and again, or to find as many tops as you can to load you up, till the cum runs down your legs. So don't get started on this unless you think you can have sex as often as possible, because that's what you will constantly want. ********************************** A WORD OF WARNING TO YOU TOPS. Don't let a guy talk you into shooting your load into his ass. The feel of your cum around your shaft as you fuck is very erotic and stimulating. It is an orgasm won't forget. After you shoot, you'll keep fucking as long as you can, to get the feel of that cum all over your cockshaft, till the cum forms a white ring around the base of your shaft. After you go soft, you'll pull out and ask him to suck you stiff again. And then you'll want to fuck him again. And when you slide home on that carpet of warm cum and experience how great it feels to fuck an ass that's been lubricated with your own seed, you'll want to do it over and over again. That warm ass will feel like a mouth sucking you till you want to spurt your cum. It's very addictive. After you seed him as much as you can, and he's laying there in a pool of your jizz, you'll go off looking for another willing bottom to take your loads. This becomes an endless search for raw bottoms to fuck. You will go to a party and go from ass to ass, planting your seed and feeling how great it is to fuck a guy in another man's cum. You'll try to find the guy that has the most loads in him, so you can plant another on top. When you slide into an ass and feel the cum ooze out on your balls, and you can both hear and feel it squishing on your cock, you will want to pound your load into him even more. The feel of cum on your cock will turn you into a fuckin' machine. So don't get started on this, unless you want to have raw sex as often as possible and with as many men as possible. Raw anal sex is the most addictive type of sex. Once you start, you can't stop. You'll want to fuck all the time.

It had started out like any other Saturday on South Beach—Ricky and I out for a weekend of partying. No big deal really. We spent the day on the beach tanning, then after dinner went dancing. There was this guy dancing next to us. He was about six foot tall and built like a gymnast. I was really fascinated by the way the beads of sweat ran down his chest to his navel. We worked our way toward him until I could feel him rubbing up against me. We introduced ourselves. After a while, Ray invited Ricky and me to a party. We followed Ray and his buddies back to their hotel. He opened the door to his hotel room and a dozen guys piled in. Joints were passed around and beer, too. Even though we’d been dancing a few minutes before, there was silence in the room. No one touched anyone or even talked. We all knew what we were there for. But no one made the first move. Ray stood up and cleared his throat like he was going to make a speech. Everyone looked at him. "I know at least one guy here who wants to get screwed." AND HE LOOKED STRAIGHT AT ME. Actually STRAIGHT was the wrong word to use. That statement that was all it took. Two of Ray’s friends pulled my clothes off. And everyone else stripped, too. All around me guys were naked and making out. Ray was blowing me. I lifted my leg so he could get his tongue up my ass. His tongue and lips gnawed at my hole, making me hot to get dicked. I watched the crimson head of his dick grow larger. "Get him wet. Get him ready," I heard one of his buddies say. And Ray’s tongue probed deeper into my ass. Across the room Ricky was screwing a cute blonde. He looked over at me and nodded, as if to say, "Go for it!" I knew Ricky was poz. He’d been open with me since he first found out. He told me about all the sex he’d been having. It made me jealous. I wanted to screw without condoms, too. But Ricky never took me seriously. Ray’s dick nuzzled my manhole. It was hot and wet. His precum dripped down my ass crack. I wanted him so badly. I watched Ricky screwing the young blonde across the room, and felt a pang of jealousy. I knew he was barebacking the kid, and imagined it was Ricky’s bare dick that was entering me. Ray pushed against my mancunt until his whole shaft was buried inside me. His friends began to encourage him. "Come on, man! Screw that hole! Give him what he needs! Breed him!" Ray leaned forward to kiss me. His lips tasted so hot. “Is this your first time?" "Getting screwed?" "No, barebacking." "Well, almost." "You’re neg?" "Yeah." I didn’t ask him his stats cause I was pretty sure I knew. "What would happen if I came inside you?" "I’d love it." "What if I told you I was poz?" "Doesn’t matter." That was all he needed. He must have already been on the edge. Because with one final thrust he shot his poz juices deep inside my guts. Soon as he pulled out, one of his buddies replaced him. The guy propped me up on top of him so I was sitting on his dick. Then pulled me forward, so I was just in the right position for another of Ray’s friends to enter me. So there I was--getting double fucked—bareback. For the first time in my life. Someone handed me a bottle of poppers. I needed it. I inhaled deeply. The 2 dicks inside of me were stretching my hole to its limits. I handed the bottle of poppers back to its owner, and it was Ricky! "Go for it! GET POZZED NOW!" he commanded lustily, kissing me hard on the lips. My asshole screamed for relief from the simultaneous pounding the two guys were giving me, yet I knew my body language was telling them different. Still I was glad when they finally shot and pulled out. My hole throbbed as Ricky entered me. I wrapped my arms around him like he was the only man in the world I ever wanted. He told me how he wanted to make absolutely sure I converted so he could screw me forever. He plowed me hard till he screamed, "MY POZ CUM IS SHOOTING IN YOU--NOW!" “SHOOT IT IN ME, RICKY. I WANT YOUR LOAD!” Everyone in the room must have heard us, but I didn’t care. Three other guys lined up behind Ricky, playing with themselves and each other. By the time we got back to the own hotel room, I’d taken 7 loads The 3 guys had acted on their impulses. I let them, while Ray and Ricky urged them on. My hole was burning and raw. Ricky went down to the front desk and got some suntan oil, which was all they had, for me to put on it. A week later I came down with the flu. In two months I tested poz. Now I suck and fuck without thinking--or talking--about it. I only hope I can do for the guys I screw what my poz brothers did for me.

I had a great Saturday and want to share that with you. Actually I’d like to share a lot more with you. But since I don’t know where you are or how to get to you, I’ll settle for telling you this. I was a closet college boy who dreamt about getting fucked all the time. When I left my daytime classmates, I’d often put on my porn tapes and jack off all night. It was such a turn-on to see guys fuck bareback. I’d always rent the older tapes where no one ever used condoms. I graduated to hanging out at the bookstore, fantasized about getting fucked like the guys in my videos, but never actually had the courage to do anything. Finally, I met this guy on-line who was a year ahead of me at school. We got to talking on the phone about all the nasty sex I wanted and he’d already had. One thing led to another and before long my new phone friend was telling me about guys getting fucked raw and taking POZ loads. That made me shoot all over, and I wanted to experience my first fuck more than ever. I finally took the big step and invited him over. I was so nervous when he showed up at my door. We started necking, and his hand zeroed in on my crotch. He soon had my zipper open, and my oozing cock down his throat. I could stand it no longer and blurted out what I really wanted—to be fucked bareback. Turned out he was a bottom, but said that, since it was my first time and I needed it so badly, he’d oblige. As we undressed he pulled a bottle of poppers from his pocket and fed them to me—repeatedly, throughout the rest of the evening. As he entered me, he made filthy accusations of things I’d never been accused of before. My senses were overwhelmed by his hard body covering me, the scent of the poppers, his filthy whispers, and his hard dick entering my virgin ass. He worked slowly at first. My hole was stretched wider than it had ever been before. Even though it was my first time, it didn’t hurt, thanks to the poppers; though I suspected I must have been bleeding. The sound of his precum slurping in my hole, combined with the intensification of the poppers, and his purulent whisperings reached a crescendo in my ears, as my other physical senses were totally consumed by his raw dick plunging in and out of my ass. His picked up the tempo and began to moan loudly, whispering that he was going to give me exactly what I deserved. I’d closed my eyes to absorb all pleasures of my first fuck, when he said, “Open your eyes!” “What?” “I said. “Open your eyes, bitch!” His face was almost touching mine, and he was staring directly into my eyes as I was into his. His countenance had taken on this lascivious expression, and I wasn’t even sure I recognized the guy who was fucking me—a perception I was bound to experience again and again in years to come. You want my dirty seed, whore?” "Yes, Sir," I pleaded. “Shoot in me now. Give me your hot cum, pleeease!” His tongue, laden with spit and slime, forced its way down my throat. “TAKE MY HOT POZ LOAD--NOW!" I almost blacked out. My dick spurted everywhere. I knew my hole had been ripped apart like I never thought it could be. Involuntarily my ass muscles clamped down around his cock, to absorb every drop of his seed. I never felt so fulfilled in my life. As we dressed, I asked indifferently why he hadn’t told me earlier he was POZ. He said he knew I wanted it; that he wanted to be the guy to GIFT me; and that he wanted to make it as easy as possible on me, and not tell me till it was TOO LATE. I kissed him. For several months we continued to see each other almost weekly. He never fucked me again, but I began to top him--and others. He introduced me to several of his poz friends, and we did a number of 3-ways together. After one such meating, as we lay cuddling, he suggested it might be time to get tested. I did, and you know the result. I’ve become a regular patron at the bookstore, where it’s all so anonymous, and the subject of status never cums up--just a lot of needy holes, married and single, waiting to be filled with poison jizz. It started at the bookstore. I go there a lot. Unlike many places, the management is quite friendly, and welcomes the trade. And I love the cummy, sweaty smell of the booths. I spent the afternoon there sucking guys off and taking loads up my ass. When I get horny I’ll do anything for sex. And I don’t need an ACTUAL GUY around, either. Just HIS SEED. I licked 2 or 3 loads off the wall, 1 off the floor. If you think that’s gross, you’re right. All I can say is: don’t knock it till you try it. You might like it. Gives you satisfaction every time. Nobody has to know. Nobody. Wait till this straight, who wouldn’t give you the time of day, leaves his booth. If he heads out the door, chances are he just shot his wad watching some stupid pussy flick. You may find it rolling down the TV screen. You get the last laugh. He’d shit if he knew a fag got his cum. Yeah, I’m a real pig. More than most, I suspect. After a while pigging out really grows on you. I got so much cum I began to feel sick. So I went next door to McDonalds to grab a bite to eat. After some meat (the other kind) and fries and a coke, I was ready for action again and walked back to the bookstore. Unfortunately, the place was deserted. The straights had headed home to their wives—after shooting their loads down a guy’s throat or up some faggot’s ass (like me, for instance). I was about to take off. when in walks this buddy of mine. We talked about the evening, and headed for the baths. On the way we made a bet about who could get the most cum. The loser to get screwed by whomever the winner wanted. So it was a win-win proposition. He won. With 7 loads up his ass and 13 down his throat. I managed 11 and 6. I felched a few times but that didn’t count, so he got more loads. We got into some threesomes and got laid by the same 4 guys. I got some nice loads from my fellow pigs. And this hot daddy just about ripped my cunt open with his huge dick. He showed me no mercy. The last guy to screw me asked what kind of lube I was using. When I told him it was all cum, he shot his jizz in a matter of seconds. He went down on my ass, and I asked him to please share it with me We kissed and kissed, and he kept going down between my legs for more. I didn't get home till 5 am, and sat down on the can and let the remaining cum drip into my hand. I came up with 2 palms full. I licked ‘em clean. I was still feeling horny, so I jacked off, swallowed my jizz, and hit the sack. No, I’m really not a pig. Just another red-blooded American male.

Went to the baths last night. Started out in the TV room where this motorcycle type went down on me. I didn’t recognize him at first, but soon realized we’d met before. I recollected back to the night when, as he walked out my room, he’d said, “Oh, by the way, I’m poz. You might want to get tested.” I’ve done a lot of sex since then, and, like a knocked up teenager, I’m not really sure who the father is. I was just glad to see him out and about, spreading the seed. While he was sucking me, this other guy I walked in. I recognized him, too. I remembered how he so suddenly had to take a leak after I told him I was poz. He didn’t recognize me since the only light in the room was coming off the TV and motorcycle’s back blocked his view. He began screwing motorcycle while he was going down on me. I’m sure he wouldn’t have done that if he’d known motorcycle is poz. I thought about putting a bug in his ear. Just to get a reaction. But I was having such a good time and he hadn’t recognized me, so I thought I’d leave well enough alone. Motorcycle guy, who’s quite an operator, soon turned the tables on neg and put it bareback right up his ass. That pleased me no end, cause I thought this mealy-mouthed fag, more than anyone else in the world, deserved to get bred. Pretty soon, like he was reading my mind, motorcycle pulled out and offered me neg’s hole. Fag was bent over with his head on the bench, so he had no idea who was doing him. I entered him enthusiastically and it was easy cause of all the precum motorcycle had left behind. Fact is, I was a little too enthusiastic, and in a matter of minutes shot my jizz deep inside his ass. Revenge is so sweet. When I reached the doorway, I turned back. Poz had resumed reaming him using my jizz for lube. I watched a look of recognition and surprise creep over fag’s face as he recognized who’d just cum in him. I blew him a kiss and walked off. I needed to recuperate and headed for the sauna where I sucked off this really sleazy dude. Sometimes I get in the mood for raunch, and this guy had all the qualifications. Totally gross and ugly. I noticed a lot of red spots on his legs and chest and figured they were the beginning of AIDS. I listened to him moan as he pumped his dirty jizz into my mouth. Just to make sure I got every drop, I swallowed twice and wrapped my lips around his skinny, stinking dick till it went soft. As I left the sauna, this hot daddy type came out of the shower. He had a really fat dick of the kind that comes from doing a lot more than pissing. He headed right into the sauna I’d just come out of. I followed him in and sat down right next to him. AIDS guy sat across from us playing with himself and taking it all in. I didn’t waste any time going down on his hot bloated dick and oversized balls. Pretty soon he suggested we go up to his room. Probably a little self-conscious with AIDS guy there. For lack of anyone else to do, I followed. When the door closed behind us I pigged out on his dick and balls; and, like the good WHORE I am, tongued his nips. That really got him going. So much so in fact that my legs were on his shoulders before I knew what was happening. I wondered if I could take anything that fat up my ass. I grabbed at the poppers on the bed shelf and inhaled deeply. He greased my hole and slid it into me. I felt my MANCUNT being stretched to its limits. For the next 20 minutes he screwed me. On every thrust he plunged deeper and deeper. I inhaled the poppers again.. He hadn’t used a rubber, even though there were several of them on the bed shelf. That was fine with me. I think sex should be raw and natural. And damn the consequences! After ages he thrust harder and moaned loudly as he flooded my guts with cum. I wrapped my towel around me and thanked him. He responded by saying the pleasure was all his. I took 4 other loads that evening, each made easier by the spunk already in me. And gave one more in return. To a young guy who could hardly have been out of his teens. But I have to give credit to motorcycle guy who started it all. If it weren’t for him, I probably wouldn’t be poz, and probably wouldn’t have been there last evening. Oh, by the way, I always do bareback.

I dumped my first load of the New Year in a cum hungry hole about 3 a.m. on New Year’s Day. At an all gay New Years Eve party hosted by some friends at their home. Now I got to tell you, I’m not out as poz, which makes it easier to pump my load into certain guys on some occasions. The main theme of these parties, which our hosts hold every other month, is bareback. Any precautions any of the attendees take are solely at their discretion. Most attend a "social" at nearby bar the night before. To get to know each other. But I’m almost never able to attend because of my work (which makes it convenient to avoid questions about my status). I’d been doing poppers off and on had already been in the sling and had was out of Viagra. Without that, especially once my hole has been aroused, my dick usually thinks it has a free ride and doesn’t even bother to get up. About 2 a.m. I attempted to give one of our hosts a load of gratitude. But as it turned out, my spirit was willing but the body was weak. These parties are held in their basement. The play space consists of a main room with a leather covered bed, and a chain link fenced off sling area with a couple slings and a mirrored ceiling, and a small separate piss play room with a sling as well as seat and tub. On going back downstairs after a smoke, I saw a guy in his forties, slim but not skinny, with a long ponytail. He was lying on the bed, playing with a his hard-on. I thought I’d like his cream up my ass, so I started to suck him, hoping he'd go for my hole. Or at least put a load in my mouth. Slurp! But beyond his obvious pleasure, nothing developed , so I soon tired of oral. I got up to give him a big kiss and head off for greener pastures, when ran his hand up my leg. “Ahhh,” I thought to myself. “Here we go. This was more like it.” I gave him all the body language to suggest I wanted it up the ass, but he simply ignored it as his hand encircled my lifeless dick. I told him not to expect much, but he told me that it was fine the way it was and continued to pump it. I reached down to finger his greasy hole and my dick sprung to arousal. Not only did it get hard. It got purple hard. Realizing I’d achieved what moments before had seemed impossible, he said he had a nice warm place for me to put it. He rolled on his side so I could slip it in. Before long, I rearranged our position doggie style since we were losing thrusting power from sticking to the bed. The entire time there were guys watching, unaware of my status, but knowing we were doing it bareback. As I got close to popping I knew I wanted to cum in him. It gets pretty obvious when I’m about to shoot cause I get to huffing and puffing and groaning. He never made any moves like he wanted me to pullout, so on the shot-stroke, I plowed him as deep as I could, with all the force I could muster. After a few minutes to let my dick settle down and catch my breath, I pulled out. As soon as my dick left his hole, my energy dissipated. My head started to swim. The room started to spin. My vision tunneled down to all black, peripheral-like. I thought I was going to pass out. Now mind you--I don't do any party favors except poppers, and it had been a while since I’d done those. So I must have exhausted all my physical and mental energy in shooting my cum into that guy’s ass. I don’t have any concrete knowledge about his status. But with some guys, you can just tell. By their body language afterwards, fulfillment with a tinge of regret. I call it the “Oh, what have I done?” mentality. Yes, I'm pretty sure he’d been neg.

Just got back from the baths. I took 5 loads today, something close to a record, but the last and nicest was from this thin older guy in his 60's. I’m not an age freak–but I do like guys of all ages. When I first saw him, he was in his room, actively engaged. I mean he was getting screwed. The door to his room was open. That told me one or both parties wanted an audience--maybe an orgy. I watched from the hallway for a while. Action like that draws a crowd, so I wasn’t alone for long. Pretty soon the scene in the hallway rivaled that in the room. A lot of guys were groping themselves and each other. But my attention was riveted on the thin sixtyish guy getting screwed. From the first I’d noticed his nice shaved dick, which stood straight up from his belly. Pretty soon the top grunted, shot his load, got up, and exited, leaving the door wide open. The crowd dissipated, except for me. I was so drawn to this older guy that I stared at him. He motioned me in, and the first thing I did was close the door behind me cause I didn’t want us to be disturbed. I sat down on the bed and he right away he pulled me down beside him. So I was lying prone with my back to him. He began massaging my shoulders and neck, his stiff dick brushing my ass. How I craved that dick! So I made no effort to resist but pushed up against him, when he entered me. Penetration went smoothly cause of the other loads already inside me. He started to piston nice and easy--slowly, gently, deliberately--like he wanted to make this special. But before long he abandoned all pretense of gentleness as he began to pant and moan and thrust violently, and his sperm entered my rectum. For what seemed like an eternity, he held me with his dick trapping his seed inside me. His arms were clasped tightly about my chest, his legs entwined mine. I never felt so absolutely impregnated in my life. At last I felt the need to piss, and with reluctance eased off just enough so that his dick fell out of me. He nodded, kissed my neck, and told me what a good boy I’d been. I left for home feeling totally satiated, his seed and 4 other loads within me. I wish everyday could turn out like today.

I Hate Latex After getting my cherry popped and my ass spermed in a grimy booth in a bookstore 3 years ago, I started BAREBACKING. I’d go through SPELLS of playing around, getting screwed, and then would HIBERNATE for months at a time. I’d meet some guys online and played several times. I went through a SPELL OF 3 MONTHS where I took as much cum. I’m sure I took some poz loads-- but didn't get knocked up. In September, I hooked up with 2 more guys.. They were blue-collar types. Said they usually played it safe. One night, after several weeks of chatting, I invited them over. I'd been HIBERNATING FOR ALMOST A YEAR and was unbelievably horny. When they arrived, we drank a beer, smoked a joint, and GOT NAKED. While I sucked one guy, the other greased my hole from the jar I’d positioned next to the condoms. I waited for him to rip open one of the condom packages, but instead felt this raw hot dick enter my ass. God! That really pleased me since I hate latex. Especially after a year. The next 2 hours were all about taking their seed. I ended up with 4 hot loads in me. Having deprived myself for so long, it was absolute anal lust. I took the last load grasping the foot of the bed. I remember I hollered out loud for his cum. When he shot, I plunged backwards, totally impaling myself on his dick. They left without even saying a word, not even the usual good-byes. When I came down with the "flu" a week later, I merely chalked it up to the "flu." I never thought that it was anything else since my bout was so mild. And I was still horny. My year of abstinence was definitely over. While I was still feeling low, I got an email from this guy who said he’d seen my profile and was interested. I invited him over. Actually, I almost didn’t cause I was feeling so shitty. But as the weekend rolled around, I felt good enough to play. After the usual foreplay and a few minutes of screwing, just enough to get me opened up, he pulled out. "Right back," he said, taking something out of his jacket. I was face down on the edge of the bed. With one quick stroke, he rammed this huge dildo up my ass. God, did that hurt! I took a big hit of poppers to ease my pain. That helped. He worked it in and out of me for a few minutes, then pulled it out, and mounted me again. After a few thrusts he said he wanted to seed me good. I was glad he was ready cause my ass hurt so bad from the dildo. After few strokes, he shot in me. Surfing around the net a few days later, I found the his bio and those of the 2 other guys from the previous weeks. I read some of the messages they’d left. The 3 were good friends. While they didn’t mention me by name, I knew it was me they’d been talking about I read how they’d teamed up to breed this neg. All 3 were poz. Suddenly the lights came on. All the talk about safe sex, which turned out to be just that – talk. I remembered my bout with the flu when it wasn’t even flu season. And the final touch with the dildo. If only he’d known that wasn’t even necessary. It's really weird looking back through my past posts when I was neg. “No holds barred; nothing held back.” My life-changing tag team match occurred just 10 days after I wrote that. I keep last year’s calendar in my bedroom. The date I got pozzed is circled in red. Yep. I confirmed it with a blood test. It had to happen sooner or later. For me it’s business as usual. Guys rarely ask my status. I’m really into giving now. I’ve always been the generous type. I looked again at one of my posts, this one more recent. “Neg Top looking for Bottom. DDF preferred. Bareback Only. Married OK.” I’m a flexible bastard. Just as flexible as the guys who’d said they played it safe, then pozzed me bareback. Make each lay special, folks. You never know when it’s going to happen

Pure Poetry A park on my way home Entered the bathhouse Lights out Very dark Two guys Waiting for me? Approached the urinal Two stiff cocks Thrust into my palms Hands on my ass Inside my waistband Undid my belt Who could resist? Pants to my ankles Briefs down too Bent forward Crouched low Assumed the position In the dark Couldn’t see Only felt Dick thrust in me Hard. Without compassion Gyrating, swaying, moaning, A grunt and withdrawal Silhouettes left the toilet I stood alone Fingering my hole A little sore Very wet Then to my lips To taste the spunk within me.

Medical City I work at Medical City, a complex of hospitals. You'd think a guy who works in one hospital wouldn't get lost in another. And you'd also think getting lost is an unpleasant experience. Neither is necessarily the case. Let me explain. Today I had to leave work early for my own doctor's appointment at a nearby hospital. I met with the surgeon to discuss elective surgery. We agreed it should be done. But there was no rush. The nurse suggested that while I was there I might as well get the preliminaries out of the way, the lab work, EKG, and X-Rays. I went to the various departments to get stuff done. My last stop was X-Ray. It was late, dark out, around 6:30. X-Ray turned out to be a bitch. I wandered from wing to wing trying to find the damn place. This hospital which I'd never been in was confusing. Finally decided to go the main floor, ground zero, and ask at the desk how to get there. When I entered the elevator I pressed the wrong button. I exited to some kind of sub-basement. Again I wandered a maze of corridors. The place was deserted. If I could have found my way back to the elevators, I would have. But I was totally lost and tired and frustrated. I finally came to a dead end, some kind of supply area filled with pallets of hospital supplies. Through an open door I saw a man, a live human being, in green scrubs, reading a newspaper and eating an apple. "Excuse me." "Yes," he said, looking up. I melted. He was about 55, had salt and pepper hair, and was built husky to solid. He sported a mustache that yelled "Major Dad." And, well, he just looked -- sexy. "I seem to have gotten lost, " I explained. "I was trying to get to the X-Ray Dept." "Okay," he said. He paused for a moment, got up, and approached me. "You okay?" "Yeah. It’s just been a hell of a day." Stepping behind me he put both hands on my shoulders. I thought that was odd for one man just meeting another. But I figured he merely intended to turn me in the right direction. Nonetheless a bolt of lightning surged through me. "Thanks." "This way.” I followed. We traversed the corridors of the sub-basement for several minutes. I was still lost, but he seemed to know where he was going. So I felt better. He stopped at a men’s room. "I have to take a leak. I'll just be a minute. Better stay with me. I'd hate for you to get lost again.” I followed him and went to the sinks across from the urinals. I took off my glasses and jacket, laid them on the counter, and turned on the water. I looked at this kind man in the mirror above the sink. I looked at myself. I was a mess. My hair was disheveled. My shirt was hanging out and half unbuttoned from the EKG. I glanced in the mirror at the man pissing. "Oh my!" I said to myself. He did turn me on. I cupped the flowing water to my face. I imagined his hands caressing me -- hands destined to catch me in my tiredness. I thought I was fantasizing. I wiped my face with a few paper towels, turned about, and came face to face with the kindly Samaritan. This was no fantasy. His hands went inside my shirt to my nipples. "Just relax." But something in his voice told me I had no option. He started to nibble my neck and my ears. "Ohhhhh," was all I could utter. Still I held my ground--though I wanted to collapse in his arms. Despite my staged passivity I guess he had me all figured out. Because he unbuttoned the rest of my shirt, pulled it off my shoulders, and laid it on the counter. In the mirror I watched helplessly as he nibbled down my shoulders, and when he reached my lower back, his nibbling turned to biting. With the sensation of his lips and teeth and tongue on my skin, the need to do anything else that day, to go anywhere, was totally obliterated. The intimacy which at first had been imposed I now welcomed and yielded to. OK, so there was no way I could hide my pleasure. I must have let out a tiny moan which he took as a signal he could have his way with me. Because he unbuckled my belt and slid my pants and my briefs down to my ankles. "Oh wait, I said. "Wait!" he exclaimed. I told him I was unprepared for this. "Do you have to be prepared for sex?" The tone of his voice told me he wouldn't take no for an answer. I had gotten myself in this situation. Lost in this maze of hospital corridors. It was going on 7 PM, and I was in this little used men's room with a total stranger who was about to exploit my vulnerability. Far as I knew, there was no one else on this entire floor. Again I gauged him physically. I knew he could easily overpower me if it came to that. I should have been concerned. There are bashers and murderers. Though such seemed unlikely in a hospital. I wasn't really afraid of him, but I was unaccustomed to being so totally at the mercy of another human being. Deep down I wanted him. My sexuality had been aroused almost from the first moment I’d first laid eyes on him. I began to crave fulfillment, and I believe he read that in my eyes. Abruptly he shoved me forward across the sink counter with lukewarm water still gushing from the faucet and bent over to nibble my ass. I pushed out like I was going to take a crap. For all I knew I could have. I was giving myself over to this guy who then raised himself up and entered me with no lube other than the spit from his mouth and his precum. I loved it! He started slowly. His dick came out once or twice, and he had to reinsert it. By then his precum was flowing freely. And like the animal I am, I gave up all pretense of resistance as my ass began to sway in the rhythm of sexual intercourse. He was making love to me -- biting and sucking on my shoulders and neck -- which drove me nuts -- and then -- I felt his convolutions -- as he came within my bowels. His teeth sunk deep into my shoulder, and I shot my load all over the counter and my stomach. I hadn’t even touched myself. I collapsed onto my own cum with his dick embedded in my ass. Coming down from a sexual high, some semblance of rationality returned to his voice as he said quite nonsexually, "I'm sorry. Did you need to be somewhere?" “Yeah,” I responded., Right HERE!" He smiled. "Good. I wanted to hear that." He pulled out of me. He touched my hole with his finger. Once again his voice became commanding. "Now don't let any of that out." He turned to the rest room door and locked it. Whether to lock me in or keep people out, I wasn't certain. "Take off your clothes." He started shedding his. His hard dick swayed above his balls. I got naked, and he took me by the hand around the corner to the showers. I was surprised as he balanced out a nice hot shower for both of us and began to eat my butt. I tensed up initially, and he gave my ass a firm slap. "Don't do that," he retorted. "Unless I have my dick up your ass. Relax it!" He started eating my hole again, and I could feel his cum dripping out of me onto his tongue. He stood up and turned me around so that my mouth met his. We kissed as he fed me the cum out of my ass. He stared down at me. "Shit!" He touched my shoulder. It was wet. But it wasn't water. He held his finger before my face. Blood from his bite on my shoulder. He put his finger in my mouth so I could taste it. Then he put his tongue to the wound and lapped at it like an animal. He gave me another kiss, feeding me a mixture of cum, blood and saliva. Under the water flow, he pushed me down to the tiles and positioned me on my stomach. The warm water was raining down on both of us as he entered me. Soon he went soft inside me. Not completely. But enough. And I realized he was filling my bowels with piss. A sound that came out of him that was more animal than human. His arms encircled my chest. His hands were cupped under my breasts. His pissed inside me. He allowed me neither to move nor pull away. The sheer weight of his body alone made that impossible. And the lack of any desire on my part. I wanted his piss. I wanted all his body fluids. We’d done cum. Then blood. Now piss. He'd drained any resistance out of when he’d first entered me. We lay still till he was finished. Until I'd absorbed every drop he had to offer. He slowly pulled out. Again he put a finger to my hole. Again he ordered, "Now don't let that out. I started to speak, and he covered my mouth with a finger and said, "Keep that shut, too!" "That's it," he stated, indicating our tryst was over. He got up and turned off the shower. "Get dressed." I did so quickly. I glanced in the mirror and noticed a smear of blood across my nipple. Our final coupling had reopened the wound, and fresh blood was visible on my shoulder. He dabbed at it with a paper towel. "Put something on that when you get home." He took me in his arms and gave me one last kiss. "Don't say anything. X-Ray's closed by now. I'm going to take you to your car." I nodded. and followed him up one flight of stairs. He swung open a metal door, and there, not 30 feet away, was my car. The parking garage was nearly deserted. And the cars which had been adjacent to mine were gone. I turned, puzzled, back to this wonderful 50 to 60 year old man. "How did you know?" "I saw you drive up. I saw the rainbow sticker in your back window. Now go. I've got to get back to work, and you've got to get home." For the last time I did as I was told. I feel his cum and piss leaking onto my underpants. It’s seeping into my jeans where the wet spots have turned a deeper shade of blue. Even the chair beneath me is a little moist. The abrasion on my shoulder has dried to a pinkish oval of tiny byte marks. Only where his teeth penetrated deepest is their any indication of the formation of a scab. I haven’t the heart to shower or use an antiseptic. I think I’ll go to bed just like this, and let cum what may. It’s been a long time since I’ve been treated so brutally. And I miss it already.

Ha - it was fun. On Saturday, August 21st I was in Manhattan at the East Side Club. A short, hairy latino beckoned me into his room, and I was happy to rim his perfect hole. After a spell he beckoned a heavy-set latino in, and in a minute the heavy-set guy's condom-clad cock was in the short latino's ass. Two minutes later the top shot his load into the condom, and the bottom carefully extracted it off the top and trashed it. I resumed eating the bottom's hole, at which time he asked me to suit-up and fuck him. I explained I was strictly a barebacker. The bottom began to rub his hole on my turgid cock, and needless to say, I was happy to slide it in. The bottom did not want my load, as evidenced by his tendency to pull away after only a couple of strokes. What he didn't know is I was ready to blow, and when I slid back in, I immediately popped. He may not have wanted my load, but he got at least some of it!

Ha - it was fun. On Saturday, August 21st I was in Manhattan at the East Side Club. A short, hairy latino beckoned me into his room, and I was happy to rim his perfect hole. After a spell he beckoned a heavy-set latino in, and in a minute the heavy-set guy's condom-clad cock was in the short latino's ass. Two minutes later the top shot his load into the condom, and the bottom carefully extracted it off the top and trashed it. I resumed eating the bottom's hole, at which time he asked me to suit-up and fuck him. I explained I was strictly a barebacker. The bottom began to rub his hole on my turgid cock, and needless to say, I was happy to slide it in. The bottom did not want my load, as evidenced by his tendency to pull away after only a couple of strokes. What he didn't know is I was ready to blow, and when I slid back in, I immediately popped. He may not have wanted my load, but he got at least some of it!