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  1. FatFuckPigMA
    My "First" Gift Giver
    As I mentioned, since Boston's indoor sex venues closed it has been increasingly difficult to find playmates. Even when you do find someone compatible on the phone or the Internet, you still have to struggle with all the logistics: who is hosting and who is traveling; when is a good time to meet; giving and getting directions; who will bring the poppers and pot. Given that there is no worse a project management job than organizing homosexuals, it's amazing we ever hookup at all.
    However, there is always an exception to the rule. One summer day during the 2001/2002 recession…when I had little else to keep me occupied…I had my usual phone ad out looking for cum pigs and poz guys. Generally, this ad is too specific and "out there" for the general phone sex populace, but you never can tell. Several of the poz guys I had played with before were from the lines.
    Anyway, it was getting late and I had already reconciled myself that nothing was going to happen...in fact I had already jerked off and was thinking about making some dinner. Just as I was about to delete my ad, the phone rang. It was some poz guy and...wonders of wonders...he was only a couple of blocks away and knew my street. After he made sure I was looking for poz loads, he decided to stroll over for a quickie.
    I don't think we even exchanged detailed stats. All he knew was I was a fat pig looking for poz loads and all I knew was he wanted to give them. Therefore, I was pleasantly surprised when this stereotypical, Abercrombie and Fitch, blond muscle "boi" showed up. Ironically, his name also happened to be Brian. Did I mention a psychic once told be to beware of men named Brian? Anyway, after he took a leak (unfortunately, not in me or on me), we got right down to business.
    First I sucked him hard. While sucking we talked a bit between slurps and I discovered his thing was pozzing guys. He didn't care who or where or whether they knew his status or not. He got off on using guys holes for his perverted pleasure and leaving. This turned me on big time because most of the known poz guys I had played with were into barebacking, but the whole conversion scene did little for them so I always had to be more circumspect than I wanted so I wouldn't scare them off.
    So in many ways, Brian The Blond "Boi" was my first real gift giver. Yah, some of those unknown poz guys who had used me in the Pilgrim Theater and Art Cinema probably had been into gifting, but not so I could enjoy it.
    Once he was nice and hard, I got on all fours. Then very business like, he spread my cheeks and started spitting on my hole. Well, this got me going and Brian could tell. Though I have only done it a few times, I do love getting spat upon. It's just so degrading.
    Once Brian determined I was wet enough, he started to shove his big (not huge, but big) charged cock into me. Again I was surprised, I thought he was just going to rip into my hole, but he knew what I wanted and that he was going to get to unload in me, so he gave me a chance to get used to it. You see, I love taking poz loads, but the ripping and tearing scene is not my thing.
    Then he started some serious barebacking. His fucking style was as efficient as this entire scene was turning out to be: a straight and hard in and out with a good rhythm. To add some interest, he started spitting all over my hairy back and this drove me even more nuts.
    All-in-all, it was a great fuck. After about 15 minutes he announced he was about to cum and all I moaned something I had always wanted to say: "Give me that poz load." Then I started using my ass muscles to give him some good, hard squeezes. Finally, I felt him pulse inside of me as he shot his dirty seed.
    After I milked his cock with my hole a few minutes, he withdrew, put on his clothes, and left. It was all very efficient and orderly. Pity more tricks can't be so easy.
    

    My Best Night of Sex
    In early December of 1998 on a Sunday about two years into our fuck buddy-ship, Brian-the-Pig-Boy calls. Apparently, the little slut had gone to the local bathhouse and got himself gang banged by five guys and taken a total of seven loads. He wanted to know if I wanted to suck them out.
    Silly question. Of course I did! Nothing I like better than felching stranger cum from a fellow pig's hole. And the thought of it all made me want his load up my ass real bad. And honestly, I needed the relief. I had just got laid off from the second job in as many months. The late 90s were a fickle time.
    Now I was a little worried because I had just jerked off about half an hour before. Well, it's a good thing, because we had such a hot time that I would have cum way too fast. I really shouldn't have worried because I ended up blowing several more times, including two times after he left just thinking about it all.
    So Brian shows up and we start toking some and he tells me about the gang bang. Well, it just about blew my mind. I have always wanted to experience that and knowing I was hearing all about it first hand and would be basically getting the rewards of it was a major turn on.
    After we get some stoned….and I admit it, I was a bit buzzed already….he tells me he has to pee. Well, I figured we might as well start the evening on the right note and had him piss in my mouth. Jeez, he must have pissed a quart, I could actually feel my belly distend a bit.
    After that, we got undressed and got even more stoned and started hitting the poppers while he continued telling me about his adventures. He was politely sitting on a towel so he wouldn't mess up my easy chair. I love being a pig, but I draw the line at ruining upholstery.
    Finally, we grab the supplies and head for the bedroom. The first thing he wants to do is assemble the rim seat I had found an antique wooden toilet discarded on the street in front of a house being renovated. In a very Martha Stewart moment, I built it with supplies from Home Depot.
    Brian wanted the bottom role first. He said that all those loads up his ass must be worth at least an hour of me on top. Then it dawned on me that he's as much of a butt muncher as myself. He was was actually trading the loads up his ass for some uninterrupted rim time. I told him that and we both laughed. One of the great things about our play is we both can step back from a scene, comment on it, and see the humor in it.
    After some monster hits of poppers, he began munching on my big, hairy ass while I started talking smut. I could tell he really enjoyed the scene because he would jerk off and then pull his hand away as it became too intense. After a good 10 or 15 minutes he screamed beneath me that he could feel the cum leek from his ass. Then he threw up his legs and I shoved a couple of fingers in. The butt play portion of the evening had begun!
    Brian asked for a breather to calm down. We have both become masters of buzz sex, knowing just when to pull back and recompose ourselves. This allows us to play and party for hours.
    Now it was his turned to get rimmed. I wanted to start out on the bed first so I could control the flow of spunk out of his ass. So Brian got in the doggy position. I looked at his cum frosted bum and it looked so inviting that I knew just had to slip it in, even though I knew I would cum fast. I wanted to feel all that hot spooge around my cock. I also knew I was buzzed enough to keep on playing as long as I didn't think too much about it. So I plugged his fine (but unfortunately shaved) ass and blew my second load for the night. Damn if it didn't feel as good and as big as the first.
    Now it was time to eat. I spread his cheeks and just buried my face up his used butt. Now Brian might be a burgeoning rim pig, but I am the master. I have butt sucked thousands of men and there is not a trick I don't know and I used each and everyone of them on Brian's ass. As Brian says, I am no wimpy butt muncher.
    Boy his ass tasted wonderful. I was getting mouthfuls of white, white cum as well as all the other textures and tastes that make ass eating so great. I expected his ass to be more cummy tasting…what one college friend described to me once as a mixture of Clorox and buttermilk…but the loads were really sweet. Makes me think the guys who gang banged him all knew each other and started drinking the same stuff about the same time.
    Now it was me to take to the floor beneath the rim seat. What a great invention. It drives me absolutely nuts to be able to wedge my tongue so far up a hole and keep at it comfortably for what seems like an endless time. The cum was shooting out of his ass in sloppy streams and it looked just like cream. There must have been a cup of it. Needless to say, load three soon shot out of me, burning like fire.
    Time for another break. Brian and I smoked another bowl, drank a couple of beers, and he gave me a couple of hits of speed ( because it would be soon time for my butt to get some attention.
    While we rested, chatted, and waited for our buzzes to kick in again, Brian started working a big black double-ended dildo up his butt. Being a good friend, I naturally lent a hand, all the while telling him how I was rubbing all that stranger cum into his ass. As much as I had sucked out, there was still cream seeping from his asshole as half of the dildo's 18 inches slipped into him.
    After a while, we traded places. He wiped the crap from the very end of the dildo, but left a good layer of white slime on it and began inserting it into my ass.
    Now I am not much into toys, but I really enjoying it with Brian and knowing it was lubed with all those loads was an amazing head trip. Brian then bent the other end of the dildo up and began sitting on it himself. From past sessions, I knew he had always wanted to try this, but I had been reluctant. Fuck, he was right! It felt great and I was just as proud as punch when I felt his ass cheeks touch mine.
    We separated, groaning like total whores as that big piece of rubber was pulled from our asses. I personally love having it ripped out real fast so my hole starts spasming. We took a brief break and Brian said he wanted to eat some more ass, but he wanted to try something new.
    A few weeks before we were playing and he noticed a box of chocolates in the fridge, so in a moment of whimsy he shoved a piece up his ass and sat on my face. Now, I am not into scat (I know because I have tried it a few times), so the texture and color sort of freaked me out. Then when my taste buds kicked in...all I can say is WOW.
    He wanted me to return the favor, so he ran to his stuff in the living room and brought back what I assumed was a couple of pieces of boxed candy. It felt really odd and way too big to be what I thought, but Brian was having a good time and who am I to complain? This went on for a time and I knew he was getting getting ready to bareback me.
    After about a half an hour I needed to rest and cleanup, if you know what I mean. So I went to the bathroom and since I was a tad pasty I went to the kitchen to get some juice. On my way back, I noticed a piece of wrapper on the coffee table in the living room. I then recognized it.
    No wonder it felt big. He had just shoved an extra large Milky Way up my ass! I began to laugh and told him that I was only a convenience store fuck to him.
    Ok, now it was time for the finale. I took the doggy position on the bed. We both start talking trash and doing poppers to get that really great intense feeling. Then he shoved his nice and very average cock hard way up my ass.
    After about five minutes of heavy pounding, that load that he had been saving for me all night flew into my ass. His load was so big, it felt more like a load of piss flooding my guts . He pulled out and I rolled over and shot my fourth load of the evening.
    Brian then cleaned up and made his way home and I watched the X-Files on video to let the buzz pass so I could sleep. While watching what turned out to be a really great episode, I slowly jerked off and shot twice more . That makes six loads for the night…a personal best.
  2. FatFuckPigMA
    My First Known Poz Load
    I knowingly took my first poz load just a week after my beloved Pilgrim Theater had been closed in 1995 to make way for yet another downtown parking lot that eventually became a high rise. There had been rumors for months that the place was closing, but no one paid that much attention to them. After all, the theater had been there for 70 years and I even heard it was being considered as a historic landmark (maybe JFK got blown there).
    So with much sadness I went to the theater known only as the Art Cinema. This is actually where I lost my virginity on that February day in 1981. I had stopped going once I discovered that the Pilgrim was much more fun. However, with nowhere else to go, I returned to the place where my sex life began.
    The first thing that struck me was an over whelming sense of nostalgia. The place had not changed in a decade. In fact, I saw many of the same regulars that I ran into when I was in my 20s. So to stay in the mood, I went into the bathroom stall I used to frequent. I was amazed to find it still had a door.
    I pulled out a joint and some poppers and proceeded to relax and wait to see if there was any decent cock in the place. After only about 15 minutes a black guy (no, not the same black guy) came buy. I remembered him from the Pilgrim as a fellow bareback pig. How did I know? Easy, because I had tasted fresh loads while eating his ass on more than one occasion. He had even pissed all over me once in the Pilgrim's bathroom.
    He looked about as lost as I felt, but he brightened up when he saw someone he recognized. He came into the stall and announced he had to piss, but because of the cramped confines he wanted to piss in my mouth instead of all over my face, beard, and fat belly. Since I was very much into piss then (it was before I was diagnosed with acid reflux…middle age sucks), that was no problem at all and he let loose with a very rank load of piss down my throat. I lustily swallowed and gurgled, reveling in being the pig's pig.
    Then I asked if he had any loads in his ass. Luckily, he had been barebacked by two black guys in the other bathroom. Unluckily, the stall was too small for me to get a good angle to eat his butt. I should have thrown caution to the wind and opened the stall door so he could bend over fully for a proper munching and felching. After all, neither of us were shy about such things. But since I had not been in the theater for the eight or nine years, I opted for a bit of discretion. I did give it the old college try and got a taste of the strangers who had used him earlier.
    What happened next surprised me. I had always assumed he was a strict bottom when it came to sucking and fucking, but after he finished using me as a urinal, he asked if I wanted some cum. I simply said "My mouth or my ass" but unlike the gangbang troll from earlier, he said "Your ass". So I proceeded to get him hard and what looked like a small prick became quite sizable when erect.
    At that point I got up to bend over the toilet. While I was in mid turn I asked matter-of-factly "You poz?" and he said flatly and with a Latino accent I hadn't noticed before "Yah, does it matter?" I answered by completing my turn and assuming the position. I began sniffing and huffing poppers while he fucked me for the next five minutes until he blew his dirty load into me hungry hole. As he pulled up his pants, I sat down again and shot all over myself. I had finally graduated from sex pig into a full-fledged bug chaser.
    Of course, I was very freaked out afterwards, not so much by what he had done, but that I let him do it. It also turned me on mightily, becoming to this day my all-time favorite jack-off memory.
    I ran into him again a few years later on Manhunt. At first I didn't recognize him, he had become much thinner and now definitely looked poz. However, once we were naked his outtie belly button jogged my memory. I didn't mention it at first but after he pissed down my throat, sat on my face, and poz fucked me I brought it up. Apparently, he remembered me just as fondly as I did him. I was the first person to knowingly take his poz load and he jerked off to that memory all the time. To thank me, he peed in my mouth once more and left.
    Brian The Pig Boy
    Not long after this, I met one of my long-time and favorite fuck buddies whom I had affectionately dubbed “Brian The Pig Boy.”
    He had responded to one of my phone ads that succinctly stated I was a pig looking to play with other pigs. I remember when he called I thought he would never show. He just seemed like a total ditz. Well, Brian did prove to be a ditz...and a blond one at that...but he also showed up.
    I was a little disappointed that first time because it ended up me topping Brian instead of the other way around. However, I had never met a more suckable, hairy hole. He even liked it when I chewed on his butt ring ever so lightly. Some guys really like this, a lot do not, but Brian loved it so much he even added it to his own rimming repertoire.
    Brian also loved to talk about his sexual adventures, a fetish of mine I rarely got to enjoy. As you might gather, the Pilgrim was not noted as a place for extended conversations, though I did get a number of tips on tomato gardening and cooking with fresh herbs. I also discovered he was as much of a barebacker and butt muncher as I was, just a few years behind.
    And as it turns out, even though I did not get plugged like I wanted, Brian was a great little fuck. After eating, fingering, and fisting his hole for about an hour, he just sat on top and ground away until I had one of the strongest, longest, and loudest orgasms of my life. I shot so hard and so much Brian both felt and heard it squirt inside him.
    Well, I didn't hear from Brian for several months, but he finally called at about 2:00 am one summer night. Apparently, he was dating someone who was the jealous type, but said he wanted to get together again and fuck me. That eventually happened a couple of months later after he broke up with his beau and I had moved into a new apartment. I finally got that load I had wanted so bad.
    Brian and I began playing with each other regularly, maybe every two or three weeks, though sometimes more often and sometimes much less. As we got to know each other, we soon discovered we were both burgeoning bug chasers. We both loved slutting around and bring the loads back for each other to eat...Brian had an uncanny knack of knowing when I was carrying cum. At that time, I was hooking mostly through the phone lines and the Internet while Brian, being thinner and younger than myself, had better luck at the baths. It really turned both of us on that we were collecting possibly poz loads for each other.
    About three years after we met, Brian called me a hot, muggy June evening and wanted to play. We hadn't seen each other in a few months because Brian... who coincidentally enough also worked for a phone sex line...was now living in New York City part of the time. Well, after he arrived and we lit up a joint, he tells me that he's been getting fucked and fisted by a bunch of poz guys in NYC.
    I had always loved taking Brian's load before since he was such as complete pig, but now I had a fever for them. We started out as we usually did with my eating his ass. I had built a rim seat out of an old wooden toilet seat and it proved to be our favorite toy, given that we were both devoted butt munchers and load felchers. So I began worshipping his tainted jizz taking hole for its brazen pigginess and daring.
    After that, Brian began to work me open. First he rimmed me, but instead of the gentle nibbling I was used to, he really chewed on my ass ring, making it all red and puffy. Actually, I had to have him back off he would bite so hard. Though I'm a pig, I'm not particularly into any deliberate pain.
    While I owned the rim seat, Brian's contribution to the toy chest was an 18-inch double-ended black dildo. He covered that thing with Crisco and roughly shoved it up my ass, pushing, twisting, and corkscrewing until I took over half. Then, at my request, he ripped it out of me. I just love the feel of that long piece of black rubber being roughly pulled from my hole.
    Now it was time for me to take his now probably poz load. He shoved his very average cock into and began fucking. To tell the truth, I was a bit sore/numb from the biting and dildo work that I didn't feel all that much. However, knowing that he had been letting poz guys use him for months drove me wild.
    After maybe 10 minutes Brian began moaning. Now this was a new thing. Though Brian loved to talk he was not particularly noisy. I, on the other hand, could wake the dead. With one final groan Brian's cock began to pulse and I felt his pig load enter me while I shot all over the towel beneath me. Being a sex pig is not the same as being a slob.
    Generally, Brian would leave after he came. However, this time we just continued playing. We took a breather to toke some and let the load soak in. Then, he shoved the dildo back into me, twisting it around to rub his questionable cum into my ass walls. Then it was back to the rim seat for more chewing.
    We did this for quite a while and I was hoping he would get hard and fuck me again. Meanwhile, I came several more times. Sadly, Brian is really only a one shot wonder and we eventually called it a night.
    Brian and I managed to hookup a few more times over the next year or two, each time with tales of more poz loads he had taken in NYC. Eventually, he moved to New York permanently and we fell out of touch. Wherever he is, I wish him well and an ass full of dirty cum.
    Mike
    After Brian left, it became harder and harder to find guys to bareback me. It's not that I wasn't getting fucked, but it was less frequent and though the guys might have been poz, most of them were likely not. First, all the indoor sex venues in Boston had closed and I have never been much for outdoor escapades. I was also in a relationship and didn't have the flexibility I used to time-wise. I was also approaching 40 and to the perennially young Boston population I was at an awkward age, not in my prime anymore but still too young to have any daddy appeal.
    Since my pig sex life had slowed down, I became more desperate for loads from other cum pigs and poz guys to play with, so my phone ads and online profiles became correspondingly more specific and explicit.
    In late 2000 I got an email from a guy named Mike. He had found one of my ads on a Yahoo! Group for chubby barebackers and their admirers...Mike being the latter and me being the former. We exchanged email for a week or two and finally made a date to meet at my place.
    When he arrived, the first thing I noted was how skinny he was, practically gaunt. I have never been a person who had a thing for a particular "type" of guy, but I don't generally like very thin men...what I call The Kenny Loggins and David Bowie types. They leave bruises and I am always afraid I'll crush them, but I was stoned, horny, and very much in need of recreational pig sex.
    So we started to smoke a little and early in our conversation he asked if I was poz because he happened to be. In fact, he was not only poz, but temporarily off of meds because of some other medical condition and his viral load was currently very high. He also told me his gaunt appearance was due to having gone full blown a few years earlier and never fully regaining his weight back.
    I was blown away. After several years of phone and online ads I finally had a virulent poz guy seating in my Crate and Barrel upholstered rocker. I was so turned on I actually came in my gym shorts. Thankfully, I can cum several times under good conditions.
    Since I do believe in and practice honest sex, I told him I didn't know my status and though I hadn't been tested in well over a decade, all my doctor said I suffered from was encroaching middle age. I also admitted to being fucked by a several poz guys and lots of strangers and fellow pigs.
    This bothered us both. He wasn't into conversion scenes and I was concerned about my partner. However, the grass and our cocks soon over road our guilt and we got it on.
    First thing Mike wanted was to see my fat ass. So I dropped my now soggy gym shorts and mooned him from the couch. He came over to me and spread my cheeks and unceremoniously shoves his face up my crack. Wow, I hadn't been rimmed so well since I had last hooked up with Brian. Mike knew all these tongue tricks and probably could manage the much fabled task of knotting a cherry stem without using his hands.
    Mike then suggested we retire to the bed. He put me on all fours did some more of those tongue tricks on my hole. Then after I was wet and open he slipped his very nice, seven-inch cock into me. Jeez, not only could he rim, but Mike turned out to be a terrific top too. He changed positions and tempos, and judged his actions by my moans. Turns out Mike was the rarest of chubby chasers, the chubby pleaser.
    After about 15 minutes of churning up my insides with his cock, Mike let loose in me while pile driving my ass. I knew it was not a huge load because he had admitted to jerking off the night before, but it was still poz and wicked dirty. After a couple of jerks, I shot like a fountain.
    Greg
    After Mike I was fucked by several more poz guys in quick succession over a couple of months, even was fucked by two different poz guys in under a 24 hour period. Greg was the last of these and was everything I liked: poz, hairy, sleazy, and not too bright. Actually, he was dumb as the proverbial post.
    I had actually met Greg several years before on one of the phone lines. He had just been dumped by his girlfriend and was in need of sex and solace. Again, I didn't think he'd show, but he did and it turned out to be one of the most memorable sex weekends of my life.
    You see, Greg is one of those mutants with a freakish capacity to cum. And like Brian and Jim, he also had one of sweetest, hairiest asses that's ever been my pleasure to lick. One Saturday night he came twice, both times in my ass and interspersed with lots of rimming and sucking. On Sunday night he amazingly came ten times in about two hours: four times in my ass, four times while being rimmed, once in my mouth, and once just jerking off. I came five times myself and actually barebacked Greg twice, though he didn't take my loads.
    This weekend was also notable because I smoked coke for the first time, though all it did was make me jittery.
    Greg and I hooked up again a few weeks later, that was just for some ass eating since I had a dinner date and was in a hurry. However, after about four years I found him again on the phone line. We didn't recognize each other at first, though when he told me he could cum a lot I was suspicious. It's just too rare a quality. But he told me he was poz and would cum in me, so I was not going to quibble over identity.
    When he arrives…very late. mind you…it turns out to be Greg. He had gained a lot of weight, his girl friend had pozzed him and threw him out, and he was now homeless. But he still had the same tasty ass and sexual stamina and his "down and out" state turned me on even more.
    Since I knew he liked to party and I hadn't smoked coke in nearly two years, I decided to pop for some favors. This was my big mistake.
    We decided to go to his place because my partner would be home in a few of hours and I wanted to take my time milking load after load out of Greg's charged cock. Greg was actually staying with some elderly friend in some assisted care facility in the South End and she was currently in the hospital undergoing some tests. He called his connection and the stuff arrived after about 30 minutes.
    We began smoking and I began itching to take off our clothes and get to some down and dirty rimming and fucking. But the coke had made Greg paranoid and he didn't want to play in his friend's place. He told me he knew a guy with a brown stone in Back Bay who would party and play with us. So we gathered up our stuff and left, but only after I made Greg show me his hairy ass and hole. I don't know why I just didn't shove my face up his ass, but I didn't. Mistake number two.
    So there I was very stoned, way buzzed, horny as hell, and frustrated. To make matters worse, it had started snowing and it was very slippery and we had about a mile to walk. I was not having a good time and when we finally arrived at his friends place...guess what...he wasn't home. At this point I had just about had it. I told him I was going home, but we could hookup the next day. He agreed and the last thing I told him before hailing a cab was not to smoke the stuff until we're together. I don't know why I didn't take the stuff with me...after all I had paid for it...but again I didn't. Mistake number three.
    To cap off the evening, when I got home I discovered I had lost my keys at Greg's and had to wait in the cold and snow for my partner to let a very sheepish and wasted me in. If you're keeping track, that makes mistake number four. My biorhythms were way off.
    Greg arrived at my house at 10 o'clock the next morning after my my partner went to work. He told me he had picked up a guy who drove him over and who wanted to play and party with us. All I had to do was contribute $250! I looked at him in shock and asked what happened to the stuff we bought last night.
    Apparently, Greg got picked up by some black transvestite prostitute and they had smoked about $300 worth of my drugs while he/she used Greg's ass as a cum dump. At that moment, I didn't care that he was poz, could cum more frequently than Big Ben chimes at noon, and had a couple of pig loads floating in him. I threw him and his sorry, homeless, used ass out. After all, even a sex pig has limits and at this point it was pretty obvious this scene was simply not meant to happen.
    After he left I decided a hot shower would calm me down since I was angry and still a bit wired from the previous night's chemicals. When I stepped out of the tub, my doorbell was ringing. I assumed it was just another 17 year old Mormon "Elder" trying to convert me again. I was in just a pissy enough mood to enjoy playing with a Mormon boy's head so I went to the door wet and dressed only in gym shorts. Given my size, beard, and long, curly hair, I must have looked like "The Wild Man for Borneo".
    Turned out it was an apologetic Greg. He had gotten rid of the guy (actually, the guy probably threw him out of the car when he found out Greg had no cash) and wanted to fuck me to make amends.
    Honestly, I was no longer really up for it, but I did want that dirty load. So I turned on some straight porn (Greg's favorite) and we smoked some grass. Eventually, he got hard from the porn and I shoved the coffee table out of the way. He then fucks me raw in my own living room while watching some guy eat pussy on the TV. After about five minutes he quietly came. I asked him if he enjoyed giving me his charged load and it turns out I was the first person he had shot in raw since discovering he was poz two years before.
    Now you might think that given his capacity we spent the rest of the day fucking and I got enough poz loads up my ass to float the Titanic. Actually, I briefly rimmed and sucked him till he came again in my mouth, and then in order to get rid of him I bought him a pizza, gave him some dry socks (it was still snowing), arranged to get my keys back, and set him home. I simply had enough of him.
    By the way, he stood me up the next day and I ended up having to change all my locks. On the good side, I gave up crack since that's how this whole fiasco began. I guess the moral of this story is that not all poz loads are worth the effort.
  3. FatFuckPigMA
    It is my contention that sex pigs and bug chasers are not born, but evolve. It certainly was so in my case. Here are some of my stories.
    CJ: My First Poz Load
    The first poz load I took was way back in the mid-1980s. At that time AIDS was getting a lot of attention from the press, but unless you lived in NYC, San Francisco, or Los Angeles it was still a remote thing to most gay men. Within the next year or two everything would change.
    The guy’s name was CJ. He was a work friend and occasional fuck buddy of my first partner, David.
    I remember when I first met CJ; I thought he was just the hottest thing I'd ever seen. He was good looking, well proportioned, sweet natured, had an ass like an inverted valentine, and...according to Dave...was totally humpy in bed. Actually, CJ was the human equivalent of a golden retriever: fun loving, always happy, and not too picky about what lap he jumped into. He was also my first chubby chaser, so I was especially intrigued.
    So eventually CJ got around to me. I remember when he first kissed me, it felt like I was melting and I swear to God I felt my knees buckle. Now I had always enjoyed making out, but it was not until that time that I realized the movie caliber kissing actually did exist.
    After that we played around once or twice, but jealousy on Dave's part and envy on mine made it problematic. So I sort of dismissed CJ and filed him under the category "David's Friend" and didn't think much more of it.
    Then one Saturday day CJ called. Dave was at a photography class and was planning to meet CJ afterwards in Harvard Square for some lunch. CJ wondered if I'd like to join them. I thought I really shouldn't given the tension CJ generally caused between Dave and myself, but it was one of those sparkling Spring days and I wanted to get out of the house. So CJ said he would drop by on his way to Cambridge.
    I didn't think much about the arrangement, that's until CJ showed up about half an hour early and jumped me. The first thing we did was make-out like crazed teenagers. Again, this was movie stuff...hot and consuming...and at some point our clothes came off. Next thing I know, CJ is lifting my legs and eating the beejesus out of my ass. This was new to me. I had eaten butt a number of times and quite liked it (I eventually became an ardent rim pig with a rim seat and everything), but no one had ever rimmed me before.
    CJ suddenly stopped his ministrations and pressed his nice sized and uncut cock to my hole. I knew what was going to happen and I was a bit reluctant, not because any thoughts of AIDS, but because I was still ambivalent about getting fucked. It had happened a few times with Dave and some other guys and sometimes it was good but often it was not. Still, I wanted CJ bad, so I went hunting for some lube.
    The only stuff I knew we had was Vaseline Intensive Care and I personally hate the stuff. It smells and tastes bad and...worse yet...burns. The only other thing I could think of was olive oil. I chuckled to myself, remembering yelling at Dave when I caught him jerking off with the expensive extra virgin one day. My lube of choice now happens to be plain aloe vera gel.
    I greased CJ up and he slipped it into me. I then discovered the wonders of getting fucked by an uncut cock. Thanks to his spit, foreskin, and a decent taper, he entered with little friction and for the first time I felt stuffed instead of in pain. I think I became a confirmed pig bottom at that moment.
    It was simply amazing. It was so primal and when I felt and tasted the sweat pouring off of CJ my head went to that other place that only a good, sound fucking can take it. The next thing I know, CJ clamps his mouth onto mine, groans under his breath, and unloads in me.
    Well, we ended up meeting Dave only a few minutes late and proceeded to have a nice afternoon together. We ended up at a local suburban mall and I remember walking around feeling slightly bow legged and CJ's load gradually leaking out of me. Still, when I got home a few hours later and used the can, there was still quite a bit of cum in me.
    I guess it was about six months later that CJ discovered he was HIV positive. He told us because my partner was in the hospital and CJ was concerned he might have infected him. Dave's problem was actually a heart valve infection and through the course of diagnosis it was discovered that he was still negative. However, I did need to get tested.
    I was petrified, but not because I regretted what I did. It was a great fuck. I was also going though a lot then with Dave's illness and I just remember feeling beleaguered by this new responsibility. And remember, this was when it took weeks to get test results back. So between that and Dave's illness and eventual open-heart surgery, I was sick with worry. I remember at one point taking one of Dave's valiums and sitting there and wondering if I ever was going to relax. I didn’t. Well, I tested negative, Dave' surgery was successful, and things eventually quieted down.
    Even though CJ was poz, we both still played with him on occasion...after all he was still totally humpy...though always safely. Still, every time CJ fucked me, part of me wanted him to rip off that rubber and plough me like he did on that brilliant Spring day.
    A few years later, I found out he probably would have when it was discovered he had barebacked a few mutual acquaintances of ours. To this day, I don't know if he was trying to infect these people or just denying his own condition and CJ is no longer around to ask. Anyway, all turned out negative. In fact, I don't know of anyone CJ infected.
    Three Pigs in a Bathroom Stall
    So I guess my fascination with poz loads began with CJ. However, it did not really come to the forefront until the early 1990s when Dave and I parted company. The entire breakup had been very messy and painful, exacerbated by the interference of a beautiful but sociopathic bear named Paul and dysfunction Alaskan cub known as Eskimo Bob.
    It was during this period that I started going to the porn movies in Boston's once infamous Combat Zone on a regular basis. I actually came out at one of these places two weeks before my 19th birthday (who wants to be a 19 year old virgin) and went regularly throughout college, so this was not a new scene to me. But at that time, I was in sore need of a place to escape and the porn theaters provided me with much needed refuge as well as intense sex.
    The sleaziest and most fun of these was the Pilgrim Theater, a once notable burlesque house that had fallen on hard times. It was filthy and in disrepair, drugs were freely trafficked there, and it was considered a cheap flop house by nearly every vagrant in Boston. It was also total sex palace where one could do and get done just about anything with anyone. And at $7 for all day admission, it was the best bang for the buck in town.
    I remember one day I actually played hooky from work to go to the Pilgrim. I was in one of the bathroom stall downstairs when this black guy comes in. I had played with him before maybe a year or two earlier. I had sucked him off in the auditorium then he took me downstairs to piss on me in front of the guys hanging out at urinals and in the door-less stalls. He recognized me, came in, unzipped and pulled out a very nicely sized uncut cock.
    I sucked him for a while and at one point I looked up and asked him to fuck me. He said he would fuck me for basically the price of admission. I had never paid before and though I was tempted, I also didn't have the cash on me. The Pilgrim was, after all, not a place where one wanted to be carrying extra cash...or wearing clean clothes, for that matter. After awhile, the guy decides he doesn't want to cum just yet and goes back to the auditorium.
    About a half hour later, the black guy returns with this short, dumpy, middle-aged troll in tow and they enter the stall next to me. After a time, I peek through the hole in the partition and see the black guy is fucking the troll. I guess he had a spare seven bucks. Very brazenly, I pulled up my pants half way...more so I wouldn't trip than for modesty...got up, and asked them to join me in my stall. They agreed and…still connected at the genitalia, mind you…they moved over.
    At first I started sucking the troll's cheesy, little dick as he was getting fucked. While I was doing it he was telling me about all the times he had been gang banged in the theater.* Personally, I thought he was just bull shitting me but whatever "floated his boat."
    And just to avoid any confusion here, I both witnessed and participated in many the horny, piggy, fucked up, and down-right disgusting scene at the Pilgrim at all times of day and night for several years…including a hunky hairy midget being spun around like a Thanksgiving turkey on a lazy-susan as a bunch of men ate out his furry little butt and yours truly getting pissed on by a tall red headed young man who claimed to be Tina Louise’s (as in Ginger Grant from Gilligan’s Island) incestuously abused son … and not once was there a bona fide gang bang.
    After a while the troll decides to suck me, so we exchanged places. Of course, the black guy now thinks it's my turn to get fucked and begins entering me with his dick still funky from the troll's public utility of an ass. I was really dry and tight, but he had some Vaseline gel on him (which is better than the lotion) and considerately lubed me up before pushing his way in.
    When the troll realized what was happening he grabbed my head and shoved it into his lap. I began sucking his pecker again. Finally, he announced he was going to cum and I asked*without thinking "In my mouth or up my ass?" Since my ass was occupied and I don't think the troll felt like interrupting the black guy, he shot his pig load into my mouth. Of course, I swallowed.
    The troll decided to leave (maybe his lunch hour was over) and the black guys begins fucking me in earnest. As he fucked faster and harder I do remember distinctly saying to him "Don't cum in me." However, I didn't say it loudly or with great conviction and he unloaded in me without even missing a stroke. I was a bit freaked, but when he pulled out of me and I saw that little dribble of cum leaking from his black cock what little trepidation I had melted.
    Now I don't know if either of these guys were poz, but they certainly could have been. Nevertheless, this is the moment when I became a barebacker even though I didn't even know the term yet…I don't even think it had been coined...and not only a barebacker, but one with a fetish for getting fucked raw by fellow cum pigs. And you know what?* It didn't particularly bother me. I felt that an issue had been settled and I could stop worrying about it.
    The Phone Lines
    Even though I was now an active barebacker, and by some standards a very active one, it still took a while for the bug chasing thing to firmly take hold.
    I first encountered it when I discovered the Boston phone sex lines. I had been out on a date with a perfectly nice but boring guy and when I got home all I could think of was finding some high octane sex with some nameless stranger of very dubious virtue. I picked up a local gay rag to see what time the porn theaters closed when I saw an ad for a line called 550-PIGG.
    I only had a vague idea of how these lines worked, but I decided to give it a try. At first it was very hard to figure out how the system operated (they are much easier now), but eventually I got the hang of it. And after a few hours, I finally did manage to find someone.
    Actually, I had a terrific time. I met this guy named Jimmy, only 21 years old, but already an accomplished sex pig. He even made his living running phone sex lines. We partied, I ate his hairy ass (I love eating hairy butt), he fucked me, I fucked him, he pissed down my throat, and basically a good time was had by all. However, as we were starting the next round his office called (by this time it was morning) and he had to go.
    So I went home and naturally tried to find someone new, figuring the next hookup would be as easily arranged as the first. Little did I know I had lucked out and that finding guys on the phone lines was fraught with difficulties and frustrations, not to mention expense.
    So I was trying to find another trick on the line while taking a bath. I ended up talking to this guy from Newton and while we were going through the obligatory question and answer session about our looks, locale, and sexual tastes he mentioned that he was poz and wanted to cum in me. And guess what? I said as nonchalantly as I could "Sure." I think he shot at that moment, because he suddenly hung up. Come to think of it, I came about a minute later just thinking of the consequences of that one little word.
    As my life on the phone lines progressed, I encountered more poz men looking to fuck raw. Generally this was very late at night, a time when people are generally more interested in jerking off and going to sleep than hooking up. But it was these conversations that enflamed my desire for dirty seed and I began more frequently looking for other sex pigs, knowing that some of them undoubtedly would be poz.
    Mr. Baseball Cap
    As you can imagine, I developed quite the reputation at the Pilgrim Theater. It got around that the curly headed fat pig would do anything anyone wanted: suck cock, eat ass, drink piss, and take loads from any and all cummers. It got to the point where guys would just appear next to me and just haul it out to fuck me or drop trou for a good butt sucking. I loved it.* More than that, actually, I reveled in it. Later I discovered online that some of these guys were poz. However, there were men even more sexually provocative than myself.
    There was this one guy and his thing was to run around the theater totally naked except for a baseball cap and get barebacked by anyone and everyone. He wasn't good looking, but he was slender, smooth and had a big dick, so he did pretty darn well. Later I found out that he hid his clothes behind the screen and that he often found them stolen or piss sodden. I admit, I once pissed on them myself. I eventually figured out the purpose for the baseball cap, that's where he kept his car keys. How he got from the theater to his car without getting arrested, I am not quite sure.
    Anyway, the first time I met him he was bent over a seat a row in front of me and getting fucked by this homely, skinny, middle-aged guy. Some other guy had his hand between the two, feeling the cock go in and out of the willing hole. However, I didn't realize he was being barebacked until Mr. Baseball Cap told the onlooker to tell the fucker to leave his load up there. Unfortunately, the management soon broke up the scene.
    About 15 minutes later Mr. Baseball Cap returned, probably looking for his top. He had to settle for me. I asked him if he had some loads up his ass so I could suck them out.
    I had been introduced to felching a few weeks before by this guy in sweatpants I was butt sucking. I didn't know he was carrying loads at the time, but after about 10 minutes of some very piggy ass eating cum started drooling from his hole into my waiting mouth. The rimming went from piggy to savage as we both lost ourselves in the moment and came without touching ourselves. I was hoping to repeat this wonderful experience. Unfortunately, the management had its "knickers in a twist" that day and just as I was about to rim this guy to within an inch of his life we got interrupted.
    Maybe a week or two later I ran into Mr. Baseball Cap again and I guess the management had a new copy of Martha Stewart because this time we were left alone.
    I asked him if he had any loads and he said he did. He had been barebacked by a fuck buddy of his before coming to the theater. So I directed him to sit in the seat next to me and hook his legs over the next row…that's how I felched the guy in the sweats. I then crawled along the filthy floor between his spread thighs and stuck my tongue right up his used hole. It was terrific just munching away at that pig's ass but when he began using his ass muscles to squirt that load into my mouth, it was simply amazing. Like sucking a shooting cock and eating ass all at the same time all wrapped up in the danger and passion of barebacking.
    After his ass was "spick and span," he asked me to stop, but he wanted me to hang out. He said he had a surprise for me. For the next hour or two Mr. Baseball Cap wandered around the theater...stark naked, mind you...getting strangers to cum in him. After he received each load, he came back so I could suck and lick it out...all the while telling me about the nameless stranger who had just used his hole for his pleasure. There was a black guy who barebacked him in the bathroom, a fat guy who spooged his hole in the standing room area, some rough fuck jock who begged him behind the screen, etc. etc. And each time I just worshipped his hole, licking and swallow all that second-hand cum.
    To finish the day, I shoved my aching cock up his well-lubed hole and gave him his final load.
    Over the next year or so, we would repeat this scene a few times. He was never able to get as many loads, but it was great fun nonetheless. Unfortunately, I never got to take his load. He did piss all over me a few times, though. He claimed he was negative anyway and that he used chemicals in his ass to protect himself. Still, it would have been an honor to get used by such a brazen slut.
    Ironically, I ran into him in another porn theater a year or two later to discover he had married a woman, of all things. He had met his female counterpart at the Pilgrim and they fucked behind the screen. That was always one of his favorite trysting spots. The two now cruised for bareback tops together. Though I am queer as a three dollar bill, I have always wondered what a three-way would be like with those two as I go to eat stranger loads out of both of them.

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