sse4me

There's nothing better than a series of poz loads in a sleezy place, whether you're neg or just looking for a recharge.

I'd put my hole in place of yours to take a hit or two off his poz, thick cock! There's not much better than poz loads from really thick dicks!

At this point, if I'm not poz yet, it doesn't matter as sooner or later I either will be or I'm one of those immune guys. So, what the hell does a load's status matter? I just take any load these days and don't worry about it. Well, since I'm into the thrill of bug chasing, I do want to know whether I just got a toxic load pumped into me, but in the end, it doesn't matter as my pumpper may think he;s still neg and is in fact rageingly toxic. The bottom line is that serosorting doesn't work so, why bother? If you don't want to get pozzed, don't take anal loads. If you take anal loads and try to go safe, sooner or later the condom will break accidently or on purpose of you're getting stealthed. Just fuck and have fun and take what happens.

It sounds as though this guy can help you to convert. As an option to a cruel condom (an overpriced thing you can buy at Home Depot of you know what to look for) go to s drugstore to the section with hairbrushes. Buy a round, 2" diameter brush with or without nubs on the ends of the bristles. Take my word for it that the brushes with the nubs are painful enough, yet very effective at making your anus and rectum bleed much better than any toothbrush could do to your hole. Ripping up your hole won't guarantee that you convert, but it's fun anyway. Make sure to clean out good with some soapsuds enemas to help strip your rectal mucus from your rectum and colon so his bug can ooze into your bloodstream.

Trusting someone on BBRT to be neg? Never! But since I’m somewhat bug chasing, I don’t care. Besides. It’s one of the best places to find toxic loads, which is all that I take now. I’ve known, as a formerly hetero only guy, that a hard cock rules the thought process. Phrases such as, “I’ll only put the tip into you,” “I won’t cum inside you,” and, of course, "I’ll respect you in the morning,” come to mind. A horny cock owner will say and do whatever is needed at the moment to be able to dump a load into a hole. Always assume that any load you take will be toxic. And, if you're bug chasing, savor that load as it may be the one to convert you. If you don't want to convert, then roll over and go to sleep alone. assume that any load you take will be toxic.

Last night I posted about an unmedicated poz top I took a couple of loads from last Thursday. He's a lot more toxic than I wanted - he claims to have pozzed 5 of his last 12 or so holes, but I needed a charged load, so I met up with him. My plan was to wait a couple of months and if the flu didn't strike, get tested and take a couple more loads from him, or from some other poz top. I don't want to convert, I'm just looking for thrills. Anyway, I douched earlier and then switched over to wine enemas. They make me so damned horny for cocks! Well, I sent him a note saying my hole was open for more of his loads and was the guy he converted recently (with a really high VLC) available too? (That was definitely the wine talking) Both showed up! The high VLC guy said that if he stuck his cock into me he would NOT pull out until he came, no matter whether I changed my mind or not and no matter how hard I pleaded for him to pull out, and the other stud said he'd make sure to hold me down if I tried to buck his buddy out of my hole, until his buddy's load was inside me. Well, as worried as I was, I was drunk enough to take two loads from each of them. For one load each they even made me do the work of sliding back and forth on their cocks to get them off so that it was me who made them cum inside me with their charged loads. So, now I'm sitting here writing this as their loads soak into me. I promised myself to not take an enema until morning, just to make sure I didn't wash their viral semen out of me. I wonder whether or not I can make it to New Years without converting, especially since I already crave more fillings from pozzed cocks without waiting for two months to go by. Those really hot loads inside me are making me really worried. OMG, the butterflies! I'm going to be on pins and needle the next few weeks! (Exactly what I want and need.) I am sooooooooo worried! OMG, what did I do?! And, how do I keep myself from calling them in a few days for more breeding? If I do that, I know I'll get converted really soon. My mind is swimming and it isn't all from the wine.

Hot story! I'd love to get charged like that too!

Last Thursday evening I finally hooked up with a guy I found on CL when I placed an ad looking for a poz anal top. Taking loads from neg guys feels nice but I am at the point I need more excitement when I fuck. I've decided that the anxiety of taking only hot loads from now on will give me the excitement I need. Eric claims to have pozzed 5 of the last 11 guys he's fucked but he didn't give me details on how many loads it too to knock them up. He said he's not on meds. I may be bug chasing but I don't want to get infected quite yet, so Eric sounded a bit more potent than I'd like, "but what the hell?," I figured. So, I douched and then went over to his place. He pumped two loads into me. I've had the butterflies ever since (and even on the drive over to his place). The level of excitement and anxiety taking his loads is intoxicating. I am now totally hooked on playing only with poz tops. Now I'm waiting to see what happens - if the flu strikes or not. In about 5 weeks I'll get tested again. If I'm still neg, I hope to meet up with him every 2 or 3 months just to keep the excitement going. I figure the day will come that even a guy with a track record like Eric's won't be exciting enough. I've even thought about meeting up with the last guy he pozzed, but by then, maybe that guy's VL count won't be as high as it is right now. But maybe Eric will have pozzed someone else in the meantime, other than me, to give me the dose of excitement I crave.

What a good stealthing story!

I got my last loads this past Thursday evening. I finished up at the client’s, went back to the room, douched a couple of times, then took a good wine enema to help me relax since the work week, except for flying home, was over. After expelling it, I took a second one. Then, I went to the hotel bar. There was a guy sitting there who had a biohazard tat peeling out from under his left short sleeve. After a couple of beers and idle chat, I asked, “So you’re poz? Are you also an anal top?” He looked shocked for a moment, then glanced at the tat peeking out from his shirt sleeve. “Yes to both.” “How about breeding me? Bareback, of course! I douched and while we’ve been drinking here, my second wine enema has been soaking into me. It’s made me really horny for a hot load. How about going to my room, letting me get rid of it, then let your dirty loads sink into me?? “My gawd! How kinky! Yes, absolutely! Let’s go!” We paid our tabs and headed to my room. He helped undress me so I could expel. As I expelled he lubed my cock and gave me an incredible hand job. Then we headed to bed. After I sucked his cock to get it nice and hard, and we lubed my hole and his dick, I assumed the knee-chest position. I guided his cock to my hole and felt his head press against it. “You understand, that once I’m inside you, I won’t pull out.” “Yes, I understand” “And you know I’m poz, right?” “Yep.” “And you’re still neg?” “And you don’t even know my viral load count, right?” “Yes, and to answer your next question, yes, I am looking for your gift, whatever your VL is. Knock me up, if you can. Others have tried and all have failed. Maybe your load will be the magic one.” “Okay,” he said, pressing his cockhead against me. It didn’t take much for him to pop into my neg, but well stretched hole. “Oh, you feel so warm and slippery inside!” He stroked in and out of me, pleasuring his cock. After all, isn’t that what a bottom’s hole is for? After a while, I knew he was starting to climax. “Ride my cock and coax my dirty load into your hole,” he said. As he held still, I rocked back and forth on his cock. I’d had enough cunts do that to my cock to know how good that felt for him, but this time, it was my neg rectum teasing the load out of his pozzed cock, not some cunt treating my dick for its load. I heard his moans as my hole finally brought him to climax, as I told him, “Knock me up with your dirty load!” As I stopped thrusting back onto hos cock, he drove forward onto me, pinning me to the bed. I felt his cock twitch a few last times knowing he’d pumped spurt after spurt of his virus into my receptive rectum. We both panted as he laid on top of me, hic\s cock corking his load inside me. He gifted me with two more hot loads before leaving. I went to sleep without douching, so my rectum and colon could absorb his loads before I had to fly home the next morning. It is sooooooooo exciting to be neg and let toxic loads soak into you! Someday, that thrill will be over with, but for now? No!

Breed his hole until you've infected him!

> I love getting fucked in my sleep/being passed out. I have no idea how many loads I've gotten while being passed out from my wine enemas at that fuck party (it wasn't all fiction!). Anyway, it's too bad you didn't nail the best man too! But at least you pumped one into the groom and with any luck, you pozzed him.

Looking for a little fun, I did a search for the local gay bars. I picked one of three and stopped in to see what I could scare up. After nursing a beer at the bar for a while, a nice looking guy approached me and asked whether or not the stool beside me was taken. I told him I'd be happy to have someone to chat with. At first we talked about the weather and local happenings before he mentioned, "I haven't seen you here before." "Yeah, it's my first time here," I answered. Getting to the point, he asked, "Well, just what are you looking for?" "A few hot loads up the ass." "Well, I guess that sums it up pretty well." "I think so," I replied as I smiled and looked him directly in the eyes. "Got any to share?" "Any conditions?" he asked. "Yeah, bareback, and no sky high VL counts," I replied, adding "Due to 'circumstances' little while ago, I just bareback only poz cocks. Are you poz?" I asked. "Yes, I am." "On meds?" "No, not yet." "How long have you been poz?" "A couple of years now." "Do you know your load count?" "Well, it's not as low as a guy on meds, but it's not ragingly toxic anymore either." "You're exactly what I'm looking for. Not undetectable but not totally lethal either. Wanna fuck? My hole is cleaned out and it's eager to entertain charged up visitors." "Now?" "Yes, now." "How do you like it?" he asked. "Hard and rough, but you have the cock and I merely have the hole, so once you're inside me, you're the one in control if it." "It sounds as though you understand who's in charge during a fuck. Your place or mine?" "Do you live near here?" "Yes." "Your place then. Let's go and fuck!" We paid up and left the bar. I followed him to his place. It didn't take us long to get naked and down to business. After sucking his dick to get it nice and hard, he lubed it up and used his fingers to poke some lube into my hole. He wasn't huge at about 7-1/2" long, but he his cock was nicely thick at the root. I couldn't wait to feel him balls deep inside my hole. I got into the knee-chest position and felt him get behind me. I reached around to guide his cock to my hole. I had his cock head centered against my hole and he eased forward a bit, opening me slightly, to get firmly aimed for the entry. "Ready?" he asked. "Ram it in and be brutal! Have no mercy on my hole!" I hadn't been fucked in months and hadn't even played with my toys lately, just so I could enjoy the savage and ruthless entry of a nice, thick rod. Instantly he rammed his hard cock into me. I felt the agony of sharp, stabbing pain, just as I had hoped. My asshole silently screamed its pain into my body, and I relished the agony, hoping he had caused some fissures. With the next stroke, he drove into me balls deep, the agony in my hole continuing. I moaned, loving the abuse he was giving my hole, which seemed to spur him on because he continued to sharply pound my hole. Sadly, the pain began to subside. I really do love that searing pain of feeling as if my hole is being ripped open, the pleasure of my tight hole being stroked by his cock. Not that the ebbing pain wasn't pleasurable - in its own way. After a few minutes of pounding my hole I felt his strokes begin to slow, then become harder and ever more purposeful, pausing at the bottom of every entry. I knew he was ready to pump his charged load deep inside my colon. "Take my hot load deep up your ass!" he moaned. "Pump every dirty drop from your balls deep inside me," I answered. And, after a few more strokes, he collapsed on top of me. "Just stay deep inside me, plugging your load in me," I whispered. "Don't let one hot drop trickle out." Alas, after a while, his dick softened and slid out of me. We took a break, shared some wine, and chatted. We quickly agreed that at least one more loading of my hole was in order. After half an hour he asked, "Are you ready to take another load?" "Yeah! Fuck my hole with your toxic seed!" He was already at half mast, so lubing his cock immediately brought it to full mast. I laid on my back for this fuck, so I could see his eyes and kiss him as we coupled. He guided his cock to my hole and easily entered it. His eyes fixed on mine as he entered me. I saw the intent on his eyes, to give my hole a good workout as he gave me another load. Once again, he pounded away at it. Being our second fuck, he lasted a lot longer and steadily drilled me with long, strong strokes, finally discharging the contents of his balls deep inside me yet again. As he laid there, having just delivered his second charged load into me, as the last one was still soaking its way into my bloodstream, he asked "So, how long have you been poz?" "I'm not poz," I answered. Startled, he asked, "You're neg?!" "Yeah, as of my last test, six weeks ago. You're my first poz cock since then." "Oh my God! I thought you were poz! You said that 'due to circumstances,' you only bareback poz cocks!" "Yeah." "I thought you meant you had gotten pozzed." "I figured you might think that." "But...?" He was at a loss for words, giving me a puzzled look. "Something was missing. The thrill was gone. I've always barebacked, unless my top wanted a rubber, and I've always advertised for DDF tops, but taking raw loads got to be too ordinary. I wondered, 'What will it take to put the spark back into getting buttfucked?' and then it hit me, that I needed to start taking loads from poz guys. "The whole idea of letting a poz cock pump its load into me, the risk of getting pozzed, was intoxicating. I placed a CL ad looking for a poz top. One of the responders turned me on to breedingzone.com. Boy oh boy, did I ever learn a lot in a couple of weeks, but even so, I was even more committed to taking loads from poz guys. I don't want to get pozzed - I'm just looking for the thrill of taking a known hot load and then waiting it out to see whether or not I got knocked up. At first I thought I was a bug chaser, but since I don't want to get pregnant, I'm just what someone termed a 'load chaser.' Anyway, since I've always barebacked, sooner or later, I'm going to get pozzed, so why not have fun getting converted?" He laid there with his dick still inside me. I felt it begin to get hard again. Obviously, my candidness about hot loads got him turned on. He began to stroke in and out of me. "Are you ready for another hot load?" "Pound the hell out of my hole! Fuck it until its sore, raw and bleeding before you cum!" With that, he began to thrust harder and deeper. Being the third fuck of the evening, he really had to work at pounding another load out, but finally, he managed to do so. And sure enough, my hole got so sore and raw, it bled. His cock had tinges of my blood on it after he pulled out of me. Not a good sign for me about remaining neg. All the better for his toxic seed to seep into my bloodstream, in case it hadn't already soaked through my colon walls. The greater the risk, the greater the thrill! After he rolled off me he asked, "Well, what now?" "Well, normally, I wait before taking on another cock to see whether or not the fuck flu hits. If it doesn't, because you can get converted without it, I wait another month to get tested. Then, if the results are negative, I look for another hot load, but, just for tonight, if you don't mind having me around until dawn, do you have any poz friends who may be showing up tonight at the bar? Poz friends who like to fuck neg holes? In the meantime, I'll take some wine enemas and you can slut out my hole to any cock you can get to fuck it? I have an enema bag in my car." "Well," he replied, "as a matter of fact I do have some poz friends who love to load up neg holes. I'll get some wine for you, but forget going to your car for your bag. You can use mine. Let me get your first wine enema into you, then I'll call a few friends and post an ad on CL. Let's see just how many poz loads we can get up your ass tonight!" TBC

You were so good to Stu. Hopefully it is his DNA, above all others that converts you! (Even though this is in the fiction section)

I hope you managed to poz him, and have successfully bred more holes like his too!

That is a very hot story, even if it got edited! That little twink got his hole ripped and seeded really good! The twist with the phone cal was a stroke of genius! That boy deserved to be pozzed big time as part of his first adventure.

Thanks for the pozitive compliments! They inspire me to continue writing based on both fantasy and actual experiences.

I'd been down to the Caribbean on business. Since it had been a hectic week and I'd arrived late in the evening, I indulged myself and slept in the next morning, then treated myself to a relaxing series of soapsuds enemas. Unashamedly, I really enjoy enemas, which is a good thing as, since I am almost exclusively an anal bottom, I like to be nice and fresh back there before entertaining visiting cocks inside my hole. Rested and cleaned out, I went out on the veranda to orient myself to the resort. The pool was close by and I immediately spotted an obviously gay couple with whom I might be able to hook up with. But first, I decided on a couple more prep enemas, this time using wine. Wine enemas make me particularly randy for cock. Enough wine enemas, and I and me and my hole are ready for anything! After letting the two wine enemas soak in and begin to work their magic, I wander out to the pool area. Providence arrived in the form of a vacant chaise lounge next to the couple I'd spotted earlier. Settling in with a book, I took a closer look at the guys. They both appeared to be in their early 40s. One was very twinkish, about 5'-6", 130#, with a delectable bubble butt. I mentioned I'm mostly a bottom, but I began to get hard thinking of sliding my cock deeply into the hole between his cheeks. The other guy was about 6'-1", 220# and solidly built. I pondered just how furiously he could pound a bottom's hole. I said, "Hi," and they replied , "Ciao." then they spoke to each other and I realized they were definitely Italian. I pointed to myself and said, "Bill." The twink said, "Mi chiamo Mario." The other guy said, "Benito." Just then, the waiter arrived with a bottle of red wine I'd ordered, and three goblets. "Vino?" I asked. They responded enthusiastically by saying, "Si, si!." I'm certain it wasn't lost on them that I had thought to have the waiter bring three goblets. I poured wine for us and we clinked out goblets and began to dink. A bottle of wine doesn't last long split three ways and it wasn't long before we'd drained two more bottles. By now, between what I'd drank, as well as the two wine enemas (more potent than usual, since I didn't want to take the time to do three of them, as I normally retain them for a bit to let them soak in nicely) I'd had, my speech was getting slurred. Not that I spoke much, due to the language barrier. I noticed Mario and Benito exchanged occasional glances and whispered comments to each other. I was certain they were setting me up as fuck score. Things were going accord to my plan. Then, Mario turned to reach for his towel and I noticed a scorpion tattoo on his right shoulder, right where any top pounding this twink's ass would be sure to see it and be advised that his cock was certainly not the first one to invade that rosebud. "Abarth?" I asked, pointing to the scorpion. Carlo Abarth was a famous Italian automotive engineer who developed many Fiat race cars. Any Italian would know who Abarth was. Mario and Benito looked at me, then at each other, giving each other a discrete wink, before laughing. "No, no Abarth." Then they muttered something between themselves. I don't speak Italian, but I think they were discussing that they though I didn't know what the scorpion signified, which was exactly what I wanted them to think. I was certain that they thought they were reeling in an innocent neg hole which they could load up with their toxic semen. After nodding to each other, Benito said something and pointed toward the suites. Obviously, they were inviting me to their room. I nodded and sad, "Si, si." Arriving at their room, Mario opened the door and led me inside. As soon as we were in the room he turned around and reached up to embrace me and kiss me. I embraced him and returned his kiss.slipping him my tongue. I heard Benito close the door before he began tugging our bathing trunks off Mario and me. Now naked, Mario led me to the bed. I climbed on beside him and he immediately began to expertly suck my already rather firm cock. In not time at all, he had me rock hard. Then he reached to the nightstand for some lube, applied it to my cock as well as a little bit to his hole. I slid two fingers into him and gently felt around inside. Amazingly, his hole was rather snug and he was very slippery inside. Obviously, he too, had had his enemas today. It was going to be fun to fuck his poz hole. Mario got into the knee-chest position, I knelt behind him and crept in close, admiring his cute little butt. He reached around and guided me to his hot little hole. I sank into him in one, smooth stroke. My cock felt like it had entered into Heaven. Mario was so velvety and wet inside. I began to slowly thrust in and out of his hole, savoring each wonderful stroke. After a few minutes of this, Mario laid flat on the bed and I began to drill down into him with faster, more powerful strokes. By now I'd lost track of what Benito was doing, but then I felt his weight behind me. I turned to look at him and our eyes met, exchanging looks of lust. I looked down and saw his raging cock was pointed right where I wanted it to be pointed - at my ass! I looked admiringly at Benito's dick. It was a healthy nine or ten inches long and had a fat, mushroom head. About three inches below the head, its girth tapered back up to easily two inches thick. I broke into a huge smile at the anticipation of being impaled by such a magnificent piece of man meat. I knew that even if he tried to slowly and gently enter me, my hole was going to hurt as I hadn't been fucked in almost a month nor had I played with any of my toys. But what I really hoped for was for Benito to ram it hard into my ass in one powerful stroke, as I love the pain of being savagely entered with subsequent hard thrusts, rather than letting my hole gradually adjust to my lover's size. I could only hope that Benito had no respect for his sub's hole and would treat mine roughly... I looked back up at Benito's face and he was proudly smiling knowing he was packing quite a cock, and that I hungered for it to be inside me. Then I looked back down to admire his cock once more before feeling him ream my hole with it. At that moment, I spotted a four inch diameter biohazard tattoo peeking through the pubes above his cock. Playing the game to the hilt, I faked a puzzled expression as I stared at his tat. Then I looked back up at him and shrugged as if to say, "I have no idea what your tattoo means." Now, Benito leered, lulled into believing he was going to stealth some naïve guy's hole, giving me a gift I'd never forget. Well, he was partly right. I just may never forget his toxic gift. But that remained a question to be answered. What his load could accomplish, however toxic, was at this point, most likely academic. I was already balls deep inside Mario and then I laid my weight fully onto him, waiting for Benito to enter me. If he did ram his cock savagely into me, I had nowhere to go forward to escape his cock's onslaught of my poor hole. I felt him slide his cock between my cheeks. I reached back to position the head of his cock at my hole. He bore down a little bit pushing his cock's head partway into my hole, but not fully opening it - just making sure enough of it was into me so that when he shoved his hips forward, his cock would not skitter off and not enter me. At that point, I let go of his cock, reached around and placed my hand on his right ass cheek, sighed, nodded, and then pulled sharply toward me on his cheek to let him know I was ready to take him inside me, and how I wanted him to enter me. My anticipation build as Benito paused, making me wait. Then, in a flash, he grunted and rammed himself hard into me, balls deep. I let out a painful groan. It felt as though a telephone pole had been rammed into me! Sheer pain stabbed my asshole! I reveled in the agony! My hole screamed out silently in abject pain! He even shoved through my second ring into my colon! After pausing for about two seconds, he pulled almost all the way out. I felt his mushroom head pop out of my hole, but its tip was still positioned just inside my hole's ring, keeping its point of aim. Then Benito pistoned in and out of me delivering at least a dozen powerful strokes before slowing to a steady, but still rapid pace. the sharp pain ebbed slowly (thankfully, as I love when the pain lasts) into a dull ache which was soon replaced by ecstasy as he pulled all the way out and then plunged back into my now gaping hole. Benito continued to drill me as Mario and I frenched each other. I think he loved that I was inside him as his lover pounded me. The pressure of Benito's cock against my prostate, filling my rectum, had me on the verge of exploding my load into Mario. It was now time to do so, to deliver my load, to release my seed into Mario, With the space Benito gave me, I was able to begin thrusting in and out of Mario again. As I pulled out of Mario, I was backing up onto Benito's cock, so the sensations from my cock, rectum, prostate and anus were incredible. I began thrusting rapidly into Mario's hole. I could hear Benito panting. I knew my hole was milking his cock to its toxic climax. As I began to sharply thrust my cock into Mario to deliver my load to him, I sensed that was blowing his, what I knew to be a toxic load into my hole, and I savored receiving every drop of his venomous semen, It was even better than knowing that he thought he was stealthing me, that I didn't know he was pumping poison into me without my knowledge. My balls emptied, I collapsed onto Mario and felt Benito collapse onto me, my cock sealing my load inside Mario, knowing Benito's dirty load was sealed inside me where my colon walls would begin to absorb his virus, regardless of any effort I could make to defend myself, as being able to stave off the diffusion of his potentially deadly virus through my permeable colonic membranes into my bloodstream was simply nothing that I, could consciously control, just as I had no control of the absorption of the alcohol from my wine enemas that made me crave Benito's cock's load, regardless of what it could or would deliver deep within me. In a little while, we uncoupled from each other and fell asleep for a while. Long ago I accepted that I was a barebacking cumslut, even when I was sober. I refused no uncovered cock's load. I have always felt that cum was meant to be pumped into hole, never into rubbers. Let fate decide the consequences. The addition of wine, infused however, but especially colonically, simply changed my need for raw loads into a craving for raw loads. After we awoke, I sucked Mario's cock and then rolled over to take a load from him. I saw Mario and Benito winking at each other right before Mario entered me. I knew they were convinced they were pulling a fast one on me and that Mario was going to give me another load of toxic seed. After taking Mario's poison, Mario sucked my cock. Now hard again, I gestured to Benito that I wanted to do him, too. He laughed, probably thinking to himself, "What harm could it be?" and then he laid flat on the bed in submission to the cock of the guy he'd just seeded. Mario knelt beside us and guided my cock to Benito's hole, guiding me into it. I gave Benito a pretty decent pounding, giving his hole a respectable load. Afterwards I went into the bathroom to take a whiz and saw a big enema bag hanging from the shower curtain rod. After relieving myself, I brought the bag out with me and, pointed to it and said, "Vino," indicating I wanted a wine enema. They looked at each other and expressions of realization washed over their faces. Now they knew why I'd been so tipsy earlier - I'd taken wine enemas. I wasn't worried that the enemas I was about to get would wash their toxic loads out of me as I knew that enough time had passed for their loads to have soaked into me. Benito order a half a dozen bottles of "vino bianco" and several more of 'vino rosso', red for one end of us and white for the other end, from room service. When the delivery boy arrived, Benito poured a bottle of white wine into the upheld bag, already partially filled with hot diluting water, with the bag's nozzle already up my ass as I laid on the bed. The boy was wide-eyed! I looked directly at him and smiled as the enema began to run into me. Mario was beside me and I began to suck his cock. Benito's was still shiny from having fucked me earlier and I'll bet the delivery boy had a good idea where Benito's cock had been. We all shared taking and giving the wine enemas. Mario, being small, needed only one wine enema. Benito and I each took two. Just as our second enemas had flowed in, there was a soft knock on the door. I didn't know it, but their friends Sergio and Franco had just arrived from the airport. After quick introductions, the two of them retired to the bathroom to flush each other out, In the meantime, Benito and I absorbed our second wine enemas. By the time they'd cleaned out, it was time for Benito and me to expel our enemas. We were both pretty well gassed, s we'd been guzzling wine as well as we held our enemas. With Sergio and Franco cleaned out, we now had time for introductions. Sergio spoke a little bit of English and did some translating for me as to what was being said, which were the details of how Mario, Benito and I had spent the afternoon. It soon became apparent that the next activity was going to be more butt fucking and my hole was going to be the focus of their cocks' attention, which was fine with me. As Sergio told me that both he and Franco wanted to fuck the hell out of my hole, Benito told them that it could take one hell of a pounding. I got butterflies at the thought of getting tag teamed by all of them. Sparing the details, for the sake of keeping the rest of the story short, Franco nailed me first. as soon as he pulled out, Sergio slid his cock into me and gave my hole quite the drilling. I noticed Sergio and Franco had both scorpion and biohazard tattoos. Although I made no outward note of the tattoos, I knew they were delivering toxic loads into me too. Then I sucked Mario's cock and swallowed its load as Benito spit roasted me from behind, pumping his second load of venom into me. My hole was getting pretty sore by now - fucked by four different raw cocks. Though not as big as Benito, Sergio and Franco still had decent sized dicks. Then Sergio laid on the bed and told me to straddle him. I crawled on top of him and guided his cock up into myself. My hole felt pretty loose. Then Franco got behind me and started to work his cock up into my hole too. I was getting DPed! Finally! I'd longed for this moment and it was being done by pozzed cocks! It was a stretch for my hole, but Franco got himself into me. He pounded another load into me then pulled out. Immediately, Benito crawled behind me. I knew that he intended to DP me too, but I thought that due to his size, it'd be impossible. But he managed to squash his mushroom head into me, then he rammed his hips forward, like he did the first time he entered me, stabbing my aching asshole with the shaft of his monster. All over again, my hole shrieked in silent pain! Once again, I savored his cock's abuse of my hole! I thought that surely he must have torn me. Sure enough, after they both pumped yet another load each into me and then pulled out, I reached around to feel how loose my hole felt and upon looking at my fingers, I saw fresh blood. They'd definitely torn up my hole. I knew the fissures would provide yet another path for their dirty loads to enter my bloodstream, as I knew they knew, too. I saw the four of them smirking at each other, gloating over most likely pozzing some unsuspecting guy. I could tell they were pretty pleased with themselves. By now it was late and I needed to pack and catch the shuttle bus to the airport in the morning. I said my goodbyes and painfully waddled my way back to my room. I crawled into bed and fell asleep, knowing their loads would soak into my colon walls overnight. In the morning, my hole was pleasantly sore, reminding me of the brutal workout it had received, but it no longer ached, something I actually did wish for. Since the flight home would not be short, I took a couple of enemas to ensure I wouldn't have any "problems" on the way home, like a bloody cum fart. As I listened to the drone of the engines on the way home, in semi-reverie, I thought back to the afternoon a couple of months ago when I received the phone call telling me that the results of my test were positive. After having barebacked indiscriminately for years, I'd finally gotten infected. I figured as much after waking one morning with what had to be, at long last, the fuck flu. The test done a few days later merely confirmed my suspicions. I figure that night at the bathhouse did me in at last. Given the number of guys who fucked me that night - there were over 30 Sharpie marks on my abdomen - I finally found the load that would breach my defenses. Something I missed, now being poz, was knowing that since I was poz, I would never get the fuck flu again. I'd actually been chasing the bug for years and, in a way, experiencing the flu was part of the allure, as well as a reward for fulfilling my quest. Honestly, I had wanted to experience, no, I craved the experience of getting the fuck flu. I felt it was the just reward for getting infected. My only regret was that, unlike a woman, who could experience the thrill of pregnancy over and over again, I'd only get the fuck flu once, figuring that once I was carrying some guy's babies, that was it. A couple of weeks after returning from the trip, one afternoon, an awful feeling struck me. It felt like the fuck flu all over again, but even worse this time! How could that be? I was already pozzed! Then an email arrived from Sergio asking how I was doing. We'd exchanged email addresses. he said Mario and Benito got sick a week after getting home and then, a week later, he and Franco were attacked too. They'd all gotten checked out at a clinic. I asked, "What kind of clinic?" He finally fessed up and said they were all poz and that I ought to get myself tested because none of them were on meds and were pretty viral. I played dumb and asked whether or not Mario and Benito tried to take advantage of me. I didn't want to use the word "stealthing" and tip him off. He said, "Yes, they figured you were a newbie that was looking for some gay sex while away on vacation where no one knew you, and they could convert yet another guy while they worked as a team." "Another guy?" I asked? "Yeah," he replied, adding that Mario and Benito make a game of pozzing unsuspecting guys, especially married guys. "So far they've pozzed 15 guys they know of. They've been doing it for three years now, but their count has to be higher than that." He also mentioned that they all like to get recharged. I asked what he meant by that. He told me that you can get re-infected with different strains. Dang, that explained the fluy feeling I was having. I'll bet they recharged me with some European strains they were packing, since they made a game of getting recharged and likely had more than one strain flowing through their veins. I was excited! I was pregnant again! And I probably felt worse this time because I'd gotten more than one new strain! Then, I realized that if all of them had gotten sick, I probably recharged them too, with my strain, which they didn't have over there. I hadn't gone on meds yet either, wanting to spread my gift for as long as possible to as many fertile, hungry holes as wanted my testicular venom. I also took satisfaction that while they thought they were stealthing me, none of them had the slightest idea that they were the ones getting stealthed, as I knew all along that they were packing dirty loads, all of which I was eagerly accepting into my enema scoured and very fertile colon, even if I didn't know about recharging. They'd unknowingly given me a gift, and not the one they thought they were sharing with me. Anyway, I told him that I felt fine, but would get tested immediately. A week later I wrote to him telling him that my test came back neg. He couldn't understand how I could have not gotten pozzed as they were all packing highly viral loads, had dumped plenty of semen into me and even tore my hole, but I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction that I knew what they were up to, Now though, I am on a new quest, that of getting recharged over and over again, simply to experience yet another attack of the fuck flu, knowing I've been knocked up once again and am carrying one more guy's babies inside me.

T> I wish he'd have pumped that load into me. if he pozzed me, then though a broken condom, it was simply destiny.

If you are a bottom at the baths, or, for that matter, anywhere else, your hole is for the use of any top in any way they deem fit to use it, especially if the bottom's hole is neg and the top is poz. A bottom's hole exists for a top's pleasure and for it to be seeded. Neg holes are destined to be converted by poz toxic loads. Taking poz loads and not converting for a while is fine, but the quest must be to take any and all loads, neg or poz, until destiny takes its course.

I've barebacked since my first M2M fucks, just like I have preferred while fucking cunts. What was good for cunts, I figure, is good for my hole. I was in my 50s the first time I got nailed by a cock, and I let him unload in me three times. I have always felt cum was intended to be pump into another person, not into a rubber. No double standards for me. I wanted his loads in my hole. Driving home, I savored knowing his cum was seeping into me. Over a 100 cocks later, almost all BB - the exceptions were when the guy fucking me wanted a condom - I have taken and have absorbed countless loads and some of them were from toxic guys. I figure that their load has every right to be pumped into me as a load from any other cock. If I get knocked up someday, then that's simply how it was meant to be. Some loads make you pregnant and others don't. However, ALL loads must be taken raw.

The weekend was approaching and I was cruising for some action on Craigslist. I noticed an ad stating there was going to be a barebacking fuck party and they needed more bottoms. So, being a committed BB bottom, I responded. The guy (Sam) explained he and his buddy (Nick) were renting two adjoining rooms for the weekend at a hotel and there would be no more than four bottoms - they were both bottoms and needed two more bottoms for the party. They were renting two adjoining rooms each with two queen beds. After exchanging notes, I understood that I needed to be: 1. Cleaned out at all times, including before I arrived for the party. Additional enemas would be administered as needed. 2. I could not refuse any cock and its load. 3. Poz loads were a definitely a possibility, and, were highly likely. 4. The party started Friday evening and continued until Sunday afternoon. 5. My holes were to be available for loads the entire time. 6. All fucking was going to be bareback - absolutely no condoms were allowed! Being neg, I worried about the poz loads, but the lure of that much cock invading my ass over a weekend was too much to resist. I signed on. I arrived cleaned out, but had mentioned my predilection for wine enemas. Having brought my own supply of wine, and it still being early on Friday afternoon, Nick and Sam, the organizers of the party, gave me a nice wine enema upon my arrival - 50-50, white wine (it doesn't stain if leaked) and water. I let it soak in for an hour and just after expelling it, our first two tops arrived, Being a bit tipsy, I was ready to suck and fuck. We had drawn numbers as to who would be invaded by the first cock. I had been lucky enough to be number two, and so it was in no time I had sucked the second cock nice and hard before rolling over to feel its owner stick it deeply into my tight (well, within reason), asshole. I was in heaven, taking my first cock, and its load, of the weekend. One I knew would be the first of many cocks and loads, far outpacing anything I'd done up until this moment. As I was getting my hole pounded by more cocks, er..., more tops showed up. I reveled in knowing that some, if not all, would be using my hole for their pleasure, and that I'd be taking my pleasure from them. At that moment, only slightly high, the knowledge that some loads would be poz, crossed my mind... I also knew that I had agreed to taking any and all loads and that, most likely, I would not know the "status" of any cock and its load inside me. Though still somewhat sober, I knew I was committed for whatever was going to happen to me. After responding to the ad, and finding out the "rules," I'd done some soul searching and finally decided that, if I hadn't already done so, sooner or later I'd take an, unknown to me, and even perhaps to its giver, a toxic load that would poz me. Getting pozzed, or, somehow, "dodging the bullet," was going to be a matter of fate. Perhaps, like some, Maybe, by an odd stroke of luck, I was resistant to the virus. Perhaps not, but travelling the path I was, of barebacking every cock I took, unless its owner wanted a condom, could (would?) result in me getting converted sooner or later. I had decided to stop worrying about getting knocked up and just accept it when it happened. Soon enough, my first load was in, and it was followed in no time at all by three more. Then there was a lull in the action, so, Sam suggested another wine enema, and of course, loving enemas, and wine enemas even more, I agreed. About the time it had soaked in nicely, six more tops showed up. I quickly lost the enema so my hole could be at their service. I began to lose count of who had their cock inside me and how many loads I'd taken so far. Part of the problem is that, since two of us were sharing a bed, sometimes the top went back and forth between our assholes. But also, the tops were circulating between beds and assholes, so who knew what cock was inside them, and for that matter, who cared? After who knows how many cocks and loads, someone decided I needed yet another wine enema. Who was I to protest? After letting it soak in, and expelling it, I noticed a clock read 11:00 PM and things were getting lively, As soon as one cock unloaded into me, it was replaced by yet another one, I was now beyond knowing, or caring, whether or not it had left its load in me. Viral status? What did the word "toxic: mean at the moment? Neither my asshole nor my inebriated brain cared. Yeah, there were guys, who as I recall now, who had scorpion and what (I now know to be bio-hazard) tattoos in the room, but which cocks had slid into my ass - well, by now, I no longer recalled, nor cared. Now I know what those tats meant, but at that point, I didn't. Not that it would have mattered. Poz loads were now not just accepted, they were readily accepted. Poz loads are part of barebacking, and I was an eager and committed barebacker. Poz loads are simply part of the deal, and sooner or later, one will convert you or not. I do recall one guy mentioning, as he shoved his cock balls deep into me, "I hope you enjoy my hot load." I asked him what ne meant by that, and he said he was pumping me full of his poz load. He sure wasn't the only one to tell me that, but which guy and which cock he was connected to began to blur. At that point, I knew I'd signed onto taking poz loads and at this point, so much poz seed was inside me, more wouldn't really matter. The guys (whomever) gave me another wine enema, and after that, sometimes I woke up vaguely knowing my hole was getting fucked really hard and good. I have no idea how many cocks and loads I took. At one point though, I was woken out of my drunken stupor by anal pain! My hole didn't just ache. The pain was intense! Stabbing! I finally realized that that something huge was inside me and that it was furiously pistoning in and out of me! "Take my poz load you bitch!" Well, I was just conscious enough to know that this guy was pounding the hell out of my hole and he was going to pump a deadly load really deep inside me, and... I was ready for it! I just relaxed, laid there, and reveled in the sheer pain he was giving my hole! I was calm, even though the pain of him ripping me open was intense. The wine numbed me and made it okay. I willing took his toxic load, and if he pozzed, me, then it was fate. In fact, as I laid there and faded back into sleep, I craved his huge cock and the toxicity of his load. Then I fell asleep again. I don't know how many other cocks unloaded into me after I fell asleep. I don't care. I just appreciate that their owners deemed fit to use my abused, open, receptive hole for their pleasure, even while I was drunkenly asleep. Maybe it was as much of a turn on for them as it was for me, to know they used my hole while I was "out." Whatever happened to me while I was that drunk, I deserved. In the morning, I awoke, my hole ached, but, as agreed, I stayed for Saturday's fun. Every stroke hurt my hole, which I accepted as my just dues as an anal bottom. with a hole for someone else's use and pleasure, (including mine, even if it hurt). Yes, sure enough, the fuck flu hit me - pretty hard - as one would expect. I am no longer the neg fresh meat at these parties (I am now part of the trio that organizes them, and I know I was somewhat set up, but I don't care, I had it coming and knew the risks going in), but my (not so longer tight) hole is still appreciated by all of the tops. Plus, even though I am a committed bottom, I have enjoyed sharing the gift, both as a bottom, as well as the occasional top.

Young meat like that kid ought to get bred nice and early so they can share their gift with many others their age.

I wonder what the ratio is of hiv+ guys who did vs. didn't get the flu. I haven't seen any stats. Obviously, this is why regular testing is important. But if (when?) I become poz, I look at getting the flu as part of the rite of passage, as it were. I think I'd feel gypped if I didn't get it.

Around the first of the year, I decided something was missing from my BB fucks. After some soul searching, I decided that taking a load from a poz guy would spark things up for me. So, I began posting on CL. Of course, my first few ads got flagged. But I soon learned how to word a post to avoid that. Some responders turned me on to breedingzone and also related to me how they got pozzed. No, none of them ended up pumping a hot load into me - they were mostly fellow bottoms - but between them and BZ, I sure got a quick education about poz loads and getting bugged up. At first, I guess I'd have been labeled a bug chaser, but I knew all along that even though converting will eventually happen, what intrigued me was the quest. Then I read a post about being a load chaser, rather than a bug chaser, and that summed it up for me. My thrill is in the hunt, not in the kill, or in this situation, converting. However, the quest for hot loads began. I exchanged emails with a few guys. I ended up meeting one guy for coffee. We hit it off and I knew I needed his cock, and his toxic load, though not his "gift," up my ass. Now, my opportunities to fuck are limited. But, he was willing to work with me on that. Also, after douching, I love taking a series of wine enemas. They make me really horny. I've also read that being well cleaned out makes you more fertile for the virus, but if so, that's just part of the thrill for me. Whether or not residual alcohol in there makes my colon safer or less safe is inconsequential. As long as my hole nice and slippery for my top and is not dirty or stinky, then everything is okay. Well, the night to "do the deed" arrived. I was extremely well cleaned out and had enjoyed two wine enemas. They make me so damned horny! Now mind you, I don't want to convert for as long as I can avoid it, just to prolong the quest, but regardless of a guy's VLC, my hole will take any cock's load when drunk. So, he finally arrived. We already knew each other so we dispensed with the "hellos" and got down to getting his cock into my holes. After hitting the bed, totally naked of course, I began sucking his semi rigid cock to "full mast" before lying on my back to take him inside me. Now, I've been barebacking for about 7 years, but this was my first known hot load. After all the raw cocks that have erupted inside me, I know that, after having read a bit on BZ, at least a few have to have been pumping a toxic load in there, just based on the statistics I've read, but this load was going to be different. I knew this was a hot one from a guy not on meds. Though he wasn't recently pozzed with a sky high VLC, but he was still pretty toxic nonetheless, based on his success rate on cobverting neg holes. After sucking his dick to get him nice and hard, for this first known toxic fuck, I laid on my back. I wanted to look into his eyes as he fucked my hole, delivering his charged load deep inside my fertile hole. I guided his cock to my waiting, eager, well lubed hole. It slid easily inside me. His cock - nothing abnormally huge, but not small either in length or girth - felt wonderful as he thrusted deeper and deeper until he was fully inside me, balls deep. We looked into each other’s eyes as he stroked in and out of me. We both knew this fuck could change my life, making us "one." He varied his pace, but took his time. We both knew that it wasn't going to be a one fuck night, and what tonight could mean for my future. At last, he began to build his thrusts in speed and depth. I knew he was going for his climax. He looked into my eyes and asked, "Are you ready for this toxic load?" I nodded, "yes." "The load that could change your life?" I nodded, "Yes." "Beg me for it. Beg me to seed your hole!" "Fuck me with your hot load! Pump every charged up drop into me!" And with that, he began pounding away until he slammed into me really hard, waiting a few seconds between strokes. I knew, from having fucked a lot of pussies, that at the bottom of every stroke, his cock was jetting its semen deep inside me, as I had done to countless cunts from now immemorable women. I gladly accepted his seed, as they had done with mine. I felt a bond with him, as well as to every hole I'd unloaded into as well. I knew how they felt, as receivers of what could be a gift that could change their lives. Finally, he collapsed on top of me. I knew how "they" (my past cunt owners who weren't on the pill at the middle of their cycle) felt. After a while, he rolled off me and we enjoyed a few glasses of wine. Soon, nature took its course and I began sucking his dick again. He rolled me over on my tummy, relubed my hole and then started to mercilessly drill it! He pounded away until he unloaded whatever toxic seed had been left in his balls. Afterwards, he left. Well, I'd also had a backup plan and later got nailed by two other cocks later that night after he left. Of course, I did not ask for their "status." A while back I simply stopped asking, accepting, in advance, the inevitable. Their loads mingled with two, known, fairly toxic loads. It's been eight weeks and I've felt fine - no evidence of the fuck flu. But, another "seeding opportunity" is coming up in a couple of weeks and my toxic friend will be back to see whether or not he can succeed where he's failed before. Not to mention other cocks that will enjoy the use of my hole filled with toxic loads. I wonder whether or not any of those two guys from last time have been feeling well. Neg tops can get infected too, and hey, at the time, I was neg. Still am, for that matter. "For how much longer?" is the question.