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I haven't seen the movie, though I remember the hullabaloo around chasing around that time. What "terrible choices" did they make and do you know if that's the way they saw their chiices?

I agree, it's easy to "chase" or beg for poz cum if you are fucking raw on prep but that's not chasing as much as it is fantasizing. No disrespect, fantasizing is as valid and hot as chasing, it's not the same thing though.

That was fuckin awesome, great story and I loved the ending. Thank you for sharing Woof!

Reposted another one of my favs from Yahoo! Groups, this time I actually have the author and origin info. To: biohazardbrotherhood@yahoogroups.com From: "stevestory2000" <Knack6@hotmail.com> Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 14:15:17 -0000 Subject: [biohazardbrotherhood] Story: Breaking the News "I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Of course, the cute counselor really didn't have to tell me anything. few weeks earlier at a circuit party I had felt the heat of that load; it was special. I wasn't really a "bug chaser" as much as I was a "bug enabler". I encouraged all men to fuck me raw whether they were black, white, gay, straight, young, old, poz, neg, or who the fuck cares. And the big-dicked Puerto Rican stud who savaged me with his Prince Albert at that party was definitely worth some enabling. He looked into my eyes, and even though I was so tweaked I could barely remember my name, I knew he was giving me his reason for dying. Back to the cute counselor. 30ish, blonde and blue-eyed, very studious with his glasses and suit and tie, about 5'6'' - I love short guys cause they're always packing such a whanger. Sweet bubble butt, I could tell from when he leaned over to put his jacket on the coat rack. "...you have the virus." I nodded. Not a big surprise. "If you need any help, there's some..." I licked my lips and stared at his swelling pectorals. Thank God this room was so muggy -- I could see his big meaty tits pasted against his white dress shirt. "Don't worry, all my friends are poz. It's the in thing, right? They'll tell me what to do." He frowned, bit his luscious lower lip. He took this pretty seriously. "Mr. Johnson, this is very serious." See what I mean? I just blew him a kiss as I walked away. "I know it is. I never have to wear rubbers again, never have to be in fear again. Today is the first day of the rest of my life." I saw his eyes well up with tears as I left. My friends were part sad and part pleased when I told them. Mostly pleased, cause they got to tap my ass raw. Some of 'em felt like they'd led me to start barebacking and they were responsible for my 'death sentence', but their sheer lust for my firm, tanned ass overcame their guilt feelings. I invited some of 'em out to one of my favorite tearooms and amazingly enough, one of them knew the name of the guy who pozzed me. Armando. I didn't tell Armando that I knew he gave me the bug (I'd save that for the middle of our next fuck) but I asked him to come with us. Unfortunately, the place was closed down for "health reasons" (the AIDS police going crazy again) so we went to a good bathhouse that Armando went to sometimes. It was a great place. Armando was the star attraction; seeing him sweet-talk a local college football stud into letting him fuck his tight ass unrubbered was one of the highlights of my new slut life. Armando just stroked the stud's abs, licked his pits, and whispered resolve-melting Puerto Rican words into his ear until finally the boi gave up. The breaking-in quickly became a gangbang but before I could take my turn someone else caught my eye -- among other areas. That ass. Flawless. Short blonde sweetness dropped his towel and went into the steam room. I had to follow him. Had to ravish him. I was a very infrequent top but the bug had changed me, changed my priorities. When I sat down beside him, barely able to make out his features in the fog, he seemed so pure, so unspoiled. I sucked him dry, then flipped him over so his flat belly humped the cool bench. I slid my leaking member up and down his rosebud. "I-I have a condom..." I just laughed and shoved my way in, no lube, no prep, only the moisture of the room. I wanted him to feel this, suffer the tears that dance so seductively with seroconversion. He screamed and tried to fight me off, all while I licked his ears and bit into his neck and shoulders. His soft 4 inches quickly swelled to 7 hard inches in spite of his pleas to stop, and I tapped his ass bareback. My first. Definitely not my last. He pushed back on my wickedly curved 8-incher now, moaning, whimpering, fighting back tears of shame from how much he enjoyed breaking all the safe sex rules. I made sure I plowed him good and rough -- he wouldn't forget this fuck. I shot my wad and it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Almost like getting someone pregnant. Knowing you've created a life. Or a death. Armando strolled into the room now. I opened up the blonde beauty's legs for him. He winked at me, shared a deep tongue kiss, and then went to work plundering our new man-cunt. The man just squirmed and shivered and purred at the feel of Armando's dick jewelery scraping his insides. By this time Armando pulled out long enough for me to flip this whore over. Our eyes locked. His tears flowed into his open mouth as he gasped. I leaned over to lick the tears away. I'd recognized him from the second I saw that ass. My counselor. I had to laugh. The words just came out of my mouth effortlessly as Armando reached his climax. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this..."

I didn't find the Sath & Sammy one the first time I looked for it, it's one of my fav stories and I can still bust to it. A belated thanks for posting. Also, I am sure the story was from a pozzing Yahoo! Groups and I found the authors info in some old files. Props and so many thanks to: Asian boy [mailto:asianboynyc_24@hotmail.com] This was the subject and I got a kick out of the "NC": New Story: Possession 2 (m/m, anal, coll, NC {I assume the NC stands for no condom})

I don't believe that how others perceive me is any more or less real than how I perceive myself. I think the premise of the question is faulty and that neither is more real than the other. I do agree with GarrettParker perceiving that Karl's abs would be nice to tongue, lick and worship for a good while.

GreaT story Knightsleaze! I hope there's more, I love that his brother's are watching him get bred

LONG AND WINDING ROAD Well all of that happened years ago now. So much has changed since then. I have changed. I no longer even recognize the person I once was. Even looking at photographs from that time period feels weird as its like looking into a mirror and not recognizing the person before you. I used to think I was innocent and I was. I’m no longer that by any stretch of the imagination. I lost that through the thousands of encounters over the past three years. It feels weird to say this but I have lived all of my fantasies and can (proudly?) say that all those sleazy men that used to likewise terrify and arouse me have now had me many times over. Some I count among my friends. They tell me (from their perspective) that I am so much better now. Before I was young and hot but boring. They helped mould me into the person I am now and much prefer me this way. what do I think? Well I no longer have any ambiguity when it comes to sex scenes (any theme) and have done things that were unimaginable three years ago. I’ve learnt a lot and its cost a lot but ultimately it was worth it. it has to be doesn’t it?

RESISTANCE IS FUTILE As I headed home I could feel my ass dripping cum into my jocks and down my thighs and kept thinking about what I had and realized that no sooner had I left the park that I was aroused again but needed to get back to university and so I quickly made my way to one of the main bathrooms and in there upon looking back at my reflection in the mirror I freaked out as the extent of what I had done truly registered. my god! how could I have done such a thing? I took those loads and have no idea if they were poz? the encounter kept playing over and over in my mind and as I checked my sore asshole my fingers came away covered in blood and some shit and I remember feeling the sudden urge to suck them clean but likewise was horrified that I could think such a thing and then as I remembered the words the men had uttered to me and my actions I felt truly sick and began vomiting into the toilet bowel. I just bent over and continually threw up for a few minutes as I began retching uncontrollably and shook violently on the floor. I felt like I was the dumbest person alive at that point and just wanted to die. as I finished, I lay there on the floor wondering why I had done it and slowly picked myself up off the ground and made my way back to the sink noticing my tear-stained face and puffy reddish eyes. I looked back at my reflection for some time and began having a one-on-one conversation with myself (in my mind) as I tried to analyze my actions and why I had done them. part of me was horrified that I had done such a thing and that I was really stupid for even putting myself in such a position but the other part knew that I had done exactly what I had longed for and that I truly wasn’t sorry for any of it and that in fact, I wanted more. and realizing that I was getting hard again and realizing that the sleazy man was most likely still there at the park I headed back. All the while I kept wondering if I was making the correct decision but knew that though reckless my actions were, that I wanted more and that I wanted to live my fantasies instead of going home and jacking off about them. but unfortunately by the time I got back to the park I was the only one there and so I hung around for some 30 minutes hoping someone (anyone) would come but alas they didn’t and I left; disappointed that I hadn’t the opportunity to further explore. I then made my way home and got out a dildo a friend had given me and fucked my ass constantly for the next hour; working it deep inside my battered hole imagining it was a big poz cock pumping its diseased load into me as I took loads down my throat and just went from one man to another. still it wasn’t enough to bring me off and so I began thinking about the sleazy feral guy again and how I had heard from many different guys that I should be careful if I should ever do it with him for he was known to be poz and never practiced safe sex. god how I wanted him! I wanted to eat his hairy asshole (which I had been fingering when sucking him earlier in the toilet) and to slowly devour the slimy turds as they fell out of his gooey cumfilled ass. and I determined then and there that the next time I saw him I would take his load.

ACHING NEED It was during my time at the parks and toilets that I encountered one man in particular who became a pivotal force in my life. of course I didn’t know that at the time however as I was always repulsed by his advances and blatant sleaziness. he was truly feral. I had of course seen him out at the parks many times and he was always the sluttiest out of all the thousands I saw there. He would do anyone and his trick was to suck guys and then offer them his ass and if they didn’t want to fuck him he would then fuck them. he wanted it raw and I never saw him use condoms. seeing me on the scene he would always stare at me and slowly lick his lips as though I were the latest addition to the menu and that repulsed me. god! what a fucking sleaze I thought. And how stupid of men to go with him. still there was something about him that drew me to him and though he didn’t know it, I would leave the park and jack like crazy thinking about him fucking me and me fucking him and making me eat the loads out of his ass and using my body as he so desired. and I would keep jacking nightly thinking about him and what I had seen him doing. After many months of thinking about it, I finally realized why I had been so enticed . . . I didn’t just want him to have sex with me or me him, I wanted to be HIM. I wanted to be like that. Just go out and lube my teenage ass and let men do anything they wanted. Fuck it seemed so damn freeing. and so those thoughts kept circulating in my mind but I didn’t have a term for them. That was until I came across the xtremesex website. Fuck looking at the material posted there it was incredible and for the first time I had a term to describe what I wanted: BAREBACK SEX! Wow it even has a name I thought! there were other terms as well that I hadn’t heard of before; BUGCHASERS and GIFTGIVERS. My god! did such a thing really exist? as I continued reading I realized some of the men I had been seeing at the clubs and arcades and parks were obviously the same as the men who were submitting their stories and advertising for bug-related encounters and what had seemed so comforting and reassuring initially (that of knowing these type of men were on the net and obviously far away from my location) began crashing in on me as I realized that if I wanted to be bugged I didn’t have to advertise or go interstate. all I had to do was go to the local parks or clubs. It was horrifying beyond measure and when I realized that I began panicking and sweating profusely. I remember switching off the terminal and racing out of the computer lab fearful of what I had discovered and the next few weeks were horrible as I struggled to comprehend what I had learned and somehow define it so my mind could understand it. I would jack and think about the men I had seen and how they might be bugging up men and were most likely full of disease. and while jacking I couldn’t help noticing that my cock was harder than ever and I would jack off thinking about the men bugging my holes up and converting me into some poz-laden boy purely for their own desires and being converted from within to a poz-slut. God, I was terrified and aroused. That dual attraction I have experienced throughout most of my life. even when I was raped, I was horrified at what was being done and yet later I was aroused thinking of the men sliding their cocks in me and making me their boyish cumdump. And so it went on like this for some time as I wrestled with that dual attraction and fascination until one night I worked up the courage and decided to head back to one of the most popular local parks close to where I live. I was terrified of what I was doing but likewise on some level had made up my mind to try and experience anonymous sex and push the envelope and just do whatever felt natural. I knew from previous experiences that this would be a good time to come and I wasn’t disappointed as there were dozens of men walking around the park. Some hung around the bushes while others remained parked in their cars. I decided to check out one of the toilets and while doing so interrupted three men fucking without condoms over near the urinal. They soon resumed their encounter and I remained silent as I watched them fuck with abandonment and after god knows how long the man being fucked at both ends blew his load and pulled up his jeans and left. The remaining two men then came over to me and had I been able to move I guess I would have freaked but I was glued to the spot by sheer nerves and the realization that they were going to work on me next. I remember one of them saying something to me but didn’t quite register it and so didn’t object when I felt the older of the pair pulling my pants down and bending me over and then greasing my ass. I guess at that point I should have asked him for a condom but felt like I was made of stone and nothing was quite registering on a coherent level but I remember the other man getting down on his knees and begin sucking my cock just as the other man thrust his cock deep in my hole; making me cry out loudly. My god it hurt. I could feel my ass ripping as he worked his cock back and forth in my hole and I’d be lying if I said it was enjoyable because it hurt badly and it took everything in me to stop crying while he fucked me. part of me assumed at this point that they would stop and tell me to shut up and take it but they didn’t say anything and acted as though nothing had happened. but I did notice that the man fucking me tightened his grip around my waist and began slamming his cock harder and that the man who had been sucking my cock had gotten up and was pulling my head down to his crotch. I remember reaching and touching it and could feel a few lumps on his shaft and was horrified but he just thrust forward as the man fucking me told me to suck it. and I did. I put my lips around his lumpy cock and could feel him thrusting away in my mouth as the man fucking my ass told me that they were gonna fuck me up good and that I was just a boyslut and that they were give it to me good. as I kept sucking and trying to deal with the pain in my ass his words kept echoing in my mind. what did he mean by giving “it” to me good? what did he mean? Omg. did it mean they were poz? I sort of whimpered as these thoughts raced through my mind and tried pulling myself up but the man fucking me held onto me tightly and then the man fucking my mouth blew. shit it tasted horrible. I had often wondered what another man’s load would taste like (up to that point I had only ever ate my own) but it was gross; really watery with lots of lumps in it. I could feel his sperm filling my mouth and felt like I was going to throw up but he kept thrusting and being in the position I was I had no choice but to swallow and I grimaced as I felt the cum pouring down my throat and coating the insides of my mouth and sticking to my tongue. all the while I kept thinking about the lumps on his cock and how my lips and tongue were sliding repeatedly back and forth along them. My god. how could I have done this? Surely I knew better. What the hell was wrong with me? all the while the man fucking my ass continued ramming away and telling me how hot my ass felt. the other man by this time had finished cumming and patted me on the head (like a good dog) and left but my mouth wasn’t empty for long because I then looked up and saw in the recesses of the toilet that someone was watching and much to my horror and likewise arousement it was the sleazy feral man I had so much fantasized about. looking back at me I noticed he was leering at me and that he had pulled his cock out of his jeans and was slowly stroking it. god I felt my cock bulge when I saw his cock before me and without thinking I just thrust my head forward and put my mouth on it. no questions about status. I just needed it. the man held my head firmly and began fucking my face as I moved my lips up and down his gooey shaft. I was in cockheaven and really was enjoying myself. it was up to that time the hottest sex I had ever had and I hoped the encounter would continue forever but all too soon I heard the man (who was fucking my ripped boyhole) cry out and could feel his sperm pumping into my hole and filling my insides and as I continued sucking the other man the sensations proved too overwhelming and I likewise blew my load; it felt like I had a firehose between my legs and my cock just pumped out a tremendous load as I kept shooting and shooting. god! it was the best cum I had had in a very long time. as I felt the man stop cumming, he pulled me up and rubbed his hands over my stomach and chest and nipples and kissed my neck telling me that he loves my ass and hoped I enjoyed getting fucked. I told him that I did and moaned back in absolute pleasure. I also noticed that the sleazy guy I had been sucking was leering back at me and fondling my dripping cock and he told me I have a hot ass too. I then pulled up my pants and slowly made my way to the sink to wash up and while exiting (with my fucker asking me for my address and phone number – which I refused) that the sleazy older man was sitting on a nearby bench watching me intently as I exited.

THE SCENE And so I decided to leave the club after that. I was really bothered by the arrogance of that older man and how he thought he knew me better than I know myself. but still I would think about his cock; it was gigantic and by far one of the two largest cocks I had ever seen up to that point; 9x7 and with a hot foreskin. it seemed impossible that someone could take something so large but at night and at school I would finger my ass and masturbate over and over thinking about how much I wanted it. I would see myself taking it up the ass and him just using my body as he desired and fucking my face and shooting his loads all over my face and down my throat. but while massively aroused I was horrified at the same time and so after cumming I would just dismiss it as nothing more than a good jack off fantasy. Over the coming months I met some guys who were regulars on the ‘scene’ and they told me about beats and places I could go to when horny if I didn’t want to visit the clubs and arcades in the city. That was a welcome tip (or so I thought at the time) and it naturally opened up a whole new outlet for me. seeing men fuck and do stuff in the toilets and bushes was amazing. they seemed so free and happy and were just doing anything they liked. I really envied them but seeing some of the stuff they did while arousing was horrifying; how could they just let themselves be fucked by so many different guys without condoms? Did they not understand the risks and the danger they were putting themselves in? thinking about that would drive me slowly crazy because at night when I got home I would jack over and over imagining that I was one of them and that I was the biggest slut in town and doing everything and anyone whenever I felt like it, and I felt like it all the time. then I would climax and I would be horrified that I would have thought such a thing. My god! what if my friends knew? Imagine if people knew what I was thinking! they would be so disgusted to know that I thought such things. But I kept jacking and over time I noticed that when I was watching some of the men fuck that they would continually offer to let me join in and that some men would grab my ass and rub my crotch. I would of course brush their hands away but they would just smile back at me as they tried again and kept leering at me. there was something so calming yet scary about those initial days. I couldn’t figure out why I kept going back? Why was I attracted to them? What was it about me that was drawn to that action and those men? and more to the point . . . why couldn’t I just walk away?

This is not written by me, but it was archived by me. It was posted in one of the pozzing Yahoo! groups that I, VICARIOUSLY , slutted my way through the 90's and then some before finally taking that leap in 2005. I believe this and the following three chapters is the complete story as it was written. Well done to the author wherever you are, I'm sorry I didn't think to get your name. ---------------- PRETTYBOY You have an aching need, I know because I have it too. A need to push your experience to the extreme, through total corruption, perversion, blasphemy, addiction, and compulsion. To be filled completely by your lusts and give your body to evil and sadistic desires . . . The Demon will consume you completely, leaving only a trace behind. I know . . . because it’s happened to me. I was the greenest most innocent person you could imagine but then I got raped and from there my life began to fracture and be ripped apart. It really fucked me up because it made me associate dominance and violence with sex and so I began associating with men who somehow subconsciously fulfilled this hidden desire. Then I noticed those XXX arcades and clubs littering the streets. Wastelands of sexual desire where anything and everything could occur. Of course I was scared shitless when I first entered them. it was overwhelming seeing all those men loiter the corridors with their thick slimy cocks hanging out. But I was strangely drawn to them even though I would never admit that to myself or anyone else at the time. I was better than them wasn’t I? And so initially I would resist all attempts to entice me into a scene. Some guys didn’t take no for an answer though and kept coming back; each time wearing down my resistance just a little and so over time I began to fondle their cocks as they stuck them in front of my face and play with their cocks when they slid them through the glory holes in the cubicles. I was enticed and from there I knew that I was slowly losing my grip and succumbing. But still I fought. Because I was afraid of what would happen to me if I didn’t remain in control. What would happen to me? and would I change? I didn’t want that. But still the men were persistent and kept telling me to eat their asses and bend over for their raw cocks. I would look at them leering at me and slowly licking their lips and rubbing their lumpy cocks. Why wouldn’t they just leave me alone? Didn’t they know I wasn’t interested? Or did they know something that I didn’t at the time and that it would only be a matter of time before they would have me? a boy could go crazy thinking about all these things. I remember being drawn to several men in particular during my time out at the arcades and clubs. All of them were older than me by a good thirty years and all were sleazy. I guess I was fascinated by their overt blatant sexuality and that they seemed to do whatever they wanted. It shocked me to see them fuck ass raw and take loads though. Didn’t they understand the risks? What about HIV? At the time I figured that if they were doing it then surely they must be poz or didn’t care and so I avoided them where possible but several men in particular didn’t take no for an answer and kept following me wherever I went; one man who saw me out at the clubs and arcades kept sliding his huge thick cock though the glory holes and stroking it in front of my face. He kept calling me “prettyboy” and told me to suck him. I looked at him with more than a little disgust but I couldn’t help getting hard and to my embarrassment he would notice this and tell me in a condescending manner that he could wait and that I would be his, whether I wanted it or not? When I heard those words it really did a mind-fuck trip on me. how could he KNOW that? And how arrogant to assume that I would do that. He didn’t know me and to just assume that was the height of arrogance I thought. I would prove him wrong. Oh yeah I would. He didn’t own me. how wrong I was . . .

I agree with everyone who misses CL. I also, if not miss, have fond memories of Yahoo! groups. There were some BB groups on there that had some great stories that I still jerk too. Also, adult Ning sites were the ones I went to for pnp groups and videos when I had actually been parTying. Hoarder-ishly, I still have some of the emails that guys sent out in advance of their being shut down to try to stay in touch.

I miss xtremesex cause it was the first site I knew of to support guys who wanted poz loads. It also had some great breeding stories that I still bust a nut to. I miss BNSkin for the same reason so many others mentioned, the forums were amazing. Threads like "life is too short for ironing" followed by the spin-off thread "life is too short for irony". The post that I can not forget was a guy from the UKs post about his love of having his hole opened with a speculum and having a bunch of stinging nettles shoved in and twisted around. According to him for days if not a week afterwards he would get intense sensations in his hole. On Bug-share/Bareback Exchange the stories were hot in the extreme. Finally greasetank.com was an extreme erotic fiction and art site that will never have an equal imho.

I believe you meant "Man's Country. " (I never made it to either location but as a lover of bathhouses and their stories "Country" rings correct [and below latinocumwhore1 wrote "Man's Country" which reminded me]. I'll never forget the Bijou, or Man's Country, because it was the setting of one of the first breeding stories I ever read (from xtremesex, at least I think I read it there) . It was about an older white guy who didn't have much luck at the Bijou and ended up dozing off on a bench only to wake up as a bunch of black guys were pleased to find his hole ready and willing, despite a token struggle, because it's hotter for everyone when there's resistance. Unfortunately, I didn't make it to Chicago in time to experience these gay treasures. Thanks for starting this thread so they, and the many others like them are memorialized!

I was, sadly (in some respects), a late bloomer when it came to physical contact with another boy or guy. I shake my head at so many missed opportunities. I was shy and never used public restrooms or only used them reluctantly and quickly. D'OH! I was quite the slut in my fantasy life though and I think that helped a lot in enabling a pigginess that that adolescent prudish-ness (WTF?! talk about a disappointing phrase) never saw coming.

My first STD was not even on the survey, it was crabs, I found out the morning of my Art History final when I scratched at a spot and it came off, more surprising was when I looked at my finger the spot was waving at me. I took the final (i didn't fail which was miraculous considering how freaked out I was about the crabs) and then went to get the first of what was to be way more treatments for crabs and scabies than I ever expected.

So did I, well I wanted 2 or 3 older brothers.

277 with hope for improvemenT!

If you find another outlet for your stories please post a link or where we can find them.

I was lucky enough to play with Enrico Vega twice: some of the hottest pig sex I've ever had and there was no partying involved (I miss those types of encounters) Also have played with some small studio porn actors like Dante and Flexx who, if not stars by official designation, kick ass in the bed and are stars in my book.

He let me down too man. I get off on that tension and reluctance that gets worn down or plowed over that seems not to be there in our boy white meat. That said the story and situation is fucking hot! Really well done and I'm looking forward to his first hit off the pipe and everything that comes with it. Please, despite my slight disappointment (I got over it and shot), post more when you can.

I agree! Hope springs eternal that part 4 may show up and continue this awesome story.