Knightfalconer

Hope the original author doesn't mind, but I've reposted this story in white font to make it easier to read. Other than reducing the spacing between paragraphs, I have not altered his writing in any other way. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ At 45 I'd been poz for a decade but healthy due to my exercise, diet and meds regimen. My doctor had given me the standard warning that even if I was healthy looking and feeling, my cum was still toxic. I like as much: being in good shape yet still able to enjoy the thrill of pozzing someone by having a good time fucking him and loving how great my dick felt shooting my deadly poz seed deep in his ass. I chanced to meet a sickly looking guy in his twenties named Dennis. He wasnt HIV nor AIDS poz but had something else wrong and could have recovered had he not allowed me to fuck and poz his ass. He never asked about my HIV status, he was another naive fella who thought that someone who looked healthy was healthy especially because I weighed more than 200 lbs. We had met at a downtown bus stop where he was on his way home from his doctor's. He invited me to his place to fuck. It was all I could do to hide my excitement and keep my dick from tenting my jeans. Once at his small one-room apartment, he got two beers from the fridge and handed me one. I popped the top on mine and took a swig. He told me about his problem and that it wasnt contagious. I was glad of that because while I liked making punks sick with my poz sperms I also wanted to keep myself healthy. After shooting the shit for half an hour we stripped. He opened the sleeper sofa and set things up. He had no lube since he seldom had sex because he'd been recovering for well over a month. He was thin at maybe 130 pounds on a frame just under 6'. He had scarcely any body hair. He looked decently clean but definitely was somewhat gaunt. His ass however looked good to me, and I didn't need to have him suck my dick to hardness as I was already hard and oozing precum. "What position do you like?" I asked him. "I can do it on my back, on my stomach or doggie-style," he replied. I told him to lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his mailing-tube legs while I greased up with some of his hair groom cream which looked like the best stuff for lube that he had. I spat on his hole, mounted him and put my dick to his hole. He said he hadn't been fucked in about a year. Inwardly I grinned knowing how much pain he'd feel as my dick expanded his hole and created fissures to facilitate passage of my dirty virus into his body. He stifled a screech as I let my weight drive my dick past his sphincter into his ass. I then lay on his back to keep him pinned under me and grabbed his toothpick arms. He got used to feeling my thick cut seven inches inside him and I began fucking him. My dick felt great in his tight cunt of an ass as I fucked it. I couldn't help but grin as I enjoyed myself adding him to my list of conquests. My loins took over, driving my dick in his ass in full length thrusts. Knowing he was still in pain added to my excitement and ego. I gradually sped up my tempo, keeping him feeling pain from me enjoying my pleasure. A few minutes more he was whimpering and whining about the pain. It only encouraged me to drill him faster and harder including some snaps of my hips which caused him to flinch under me. I closed in for the kill, thinking about how he'd end up months after I got my rocks off in him and fucked him even faster and harder. Another minute saw me pounding him into the bed. My nuts fired, pumping spurt after spurt of deadly poz cum deep up his bowels, my expanding dick stretching his hole even more so he felt more pain. My dick was in seventh heaven. I continued thrusting while pumping my dirty poz load off inside his ravaged ass. Once spent I thrust again and again to force my poz virus laden sperms into his torn anal walls to force my virus into his blooodstream. I then rested on his back, lazily slowly thrusting enjoying the afterfuck. The great feeling of the afterfuck lasted another five minutes and he begged me to withdraw because he couldn't take my weight on his back much more and his hole was hurting more. I remained on and in him another few minutes, and, before withdrawing, gave him a couple of brutal hip-snaps. He felt the pain of withdrawal, but as usual, when pozzing asses I pulled out slowly to keep as much of my deadly cum inside the asshole as possible. He lay there as a trickle of cum and blood leaked out of his ass. I held my dick out to him and had to persuade him to get up and suck it clean and kiss it and my balls. My size and strength seemed to intimidate him so he obeyed. I stood tall and proud having him finish his obligation to me while also being ready to knock his block off if he decided to try to bite me. He knew better than to try it. After he kissed my cock and balls I got dressed and thanked him for the piece of ass. he replied "You're welcome," as I left, my needs satiated. I went home and took a shower, lavishing special attention to my dick and balls. I saw him several times on the streets over the course of the next year year or two. A couple of guys said he was a chaser but also afraid. Each time I saw him he looked worse and worse. After that I never saw him again. I somehow learned that he had died from the combination of his sickness and the HIV/AIDS I'd pumped into him. Upon hearing as much my dick involuntarily hardened in my pants and left a slimy mess of pre-cum in my boxers.

and sadly he has stuck to his word and not logged in since July 2020.

Can't confirm this but posted for information. Last year, someone posted on another site (curiouschaser), that Barebackerman had passed away a few years ago. I've not seen him for online for several years and his Blogger blog has not been updated in a long time, so if the news is true,, then know that your name is legendary and will not be forgotten. Barebackerman's blog on Blogger is still accessible and contains a few horny (though brief) videos of him in action, with his distinctive voice and poz talk. Rest in Peace man.

So very true!

Shame there isn't a further section, describing a 'rendezvous' where the AIDS guy did fuck him.

Can't wait for the 'spider' to fully ensnare this nieve fly in his silken threads, so he's helpless and unable to stop the spider having him as his next 'victim'. Very horny writing!

Love this story, so full of erotic imagery, skillfully described by a good author. Just wish he would break up some of his large paragraphs, and separate conversations/comments made by/between his characters, from adjoining descriptive paragraphs. It would greatly help when reading his hot words.

I like to add an emoticon to a comment if its appropriate, but it is difficult to do on this website, because it is not always clear what emotion each emoticon represents. If you place your mouse over one of the emoticons, it describes the image of the emoticon, but not the emotion. For example, this 😇 is described as 'smiling face with halo', but is it suppose to mean: innocent; virtuous; angelic; pious; goody-goody; morally superior; holier-than-thou or smug?

What's the raison d'etre behind the ten minute rule?

Nothing hotter than having a top clamp his (gloved) hand firmly over my mouth whilst he fucks and breeds me.

Looking forward to how this is going to end.

😉

A great story thus far, and it ended with the potential for more to come. I really hope this talented author, will give some consideration towards writing another chapter, starting with the journey back to Santa's place, followed by an erotic description of Santa tieing the naught twink down, (hopefully gagging him again too), before giving the lad some more poz 'gifts'...... ..........a 'white' Christmas' for both of them!

Such a great opening chapter, but so frustrating, that this story remains unfinished!

A very skilled author indeed.😃 I am a bit confused, since this is reading more like a sci-fi or horror story than a pozzing/stealthing tale..... unless of course the monsters are either a metaphor or the creation of a drugged mind, and in reality, Noah has fallen into the clutches of a gang of poz rapists? Maybe the answer will be revealled in the next chapter?

How to stealth-poz a neg guy without getting caught in the process. The only other risk-free way involves the neg guy being restrained; tape gagged and hooded/blindfolded, so he can't see you remove the condom, nor can he reach back to check whether its still on your poz shaft or not!

Have you tried using a VPN. I use one to by-pass the stupid UK online access law that came in to force in July (requiring sites to robustly check that users are 18+).

Get over yourself!

I have re-read my comment and can not see the tone as either judgemental or preachy! Its you who is being subjective and judgemental when you said: In response, I would merely point out to you, that: 'People in glasshouses shouldn't throw stones!'

I've not told others that they shouldn't use it. Its down to individual choice. I choose not to use it or be referred to by someone using it. How is that a problem?

The only anger here, is looking at you from your own mirror. I'm just questioning why you are being so judgemental?

What right have you to say whether I am 'qualified' or not?

A really erotic tale of neg lad meeting a horny poz top and the mind of the neg seduces itself into seeing the poz top againa and again until his body is satiated by recieving several loads of poz seed deep inside his neg arse! 😜 Looking forward to reading more chapters in this story, if there are more to come!

Yes its a word but words are an expression of emotions, sometimes intended to harm and we can't all have the skin of a rhino. Some words are too often used in a negative context, reflecting real anger; hatred; vitriol and a desire to scare; hurt; even kill! We should all be aware of the power of words. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hzgzim5m7oU

I'm probably in the minority here, but even as someone with many years of experience playing both Dom and Sub roles (on the BDSM fetish scene), to me, its a negative / derogatory word designed to upset and insult. I'm gay, but will also tolerate the clinical / old fashioned term - homosexual, but not faggot; pussy; fairy; queer; pansy; cunt or similar perjorative terminology. I would not play with anyone that referred to me that way, or vice versa. There are plenty of other ways to refer to your playmate when you are in the dom role.