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Just last New Years I had the thrill of feeling a hot cock unload in my as just as the ball dropped. It was a great night, great fun, great fucking and it had a lasting effect on me. I have written a fair amount about that in other forums where that discussion is allowed. Needless to say, if you get a chance to bet pounded as the calendar changes to 2018, DO IT.

Man I love this subject. One of the hottest parts of queer sex is seeing a wide gaping asshole. Nothing says "I like getting ass fucked" quite like a well opened hole. And, feeling my own hole wide open, exposed and ready for more cock is even hotter. From my experience, I find that just a single cock, regardless of size, does not seem to leave much of a gape. But in a group type setting, by the time bachelor number 3 comes around, my hole is primed and ready. No doubt, some of that is mental as well. But, a dildo...perhaps because of the texture, temperature or whatever seems to do the trick right off the bat. Of course, a small plug leaves a small gape and a huge one....well it is directly proportional. This past weekend, I rode my 10" dildo a few hours after getting fucked, then followed that up with a few hours with my largest plug (weights 22 oz, glass....). Once I pulled the plug on that fun I had am amazing gape...and it seem to last (to some extent) for better than an hour. Would love to see more photos of wide open holes. Will have to work a bit to get one of mine posted here.

The horny bastards on this site will tell you two things: Go out there fuck hard and get pozzed Get on/stay on PrEP and fuck hard I know I have given one of those pieces of "advice" to many other guys. Fact of the matter, only what you believe and you want is important. I chased and caught and openly tell folks that. But that is meaningless to anyone else. It is your body, your potential health issues, you choice. Read more on hear to understand the points of view. But only elect to chase if you truly understand what that means (not just the hot fuck...what it means for the rest of your life). If you understand and still desire the bug, then do as you must to fulfill your own desires.

Hell if it is your dream to have a 8+ inch cock knock you up, I would have to do it 1 1/3 times.

Sometimes even the most outrageous fiction can become fact. Perhaps you will want to make this story come true at some point. No doubt, it would be a hot experience for both you and the top who seals your fate. And, always glad to see a story that includes an "insurance" point after the fucking ends.

http://www.cnn.com/videos/health/2017/10/20/ga-state-rep-betty-price-quarantine-hiv-comments-orig-mg.cnn This woman is a member of Georgia's legislature. Her husband, WAS (glad I can type WAS) Trump's secretary for HSS. Nearly 40 years after the darkest days of the AIDS crisis, she continues to talk about quarantine for people infected with HIV. This is a reminder why it is up to us who are infected to become a unified voice in changing the entire conversation about HIV. The desire of so many to continue to "hide the filthy faggots" so we do not pollute the world with our queerness and our disease(s) is nearly beyond comprehension. Yet, we continue to see folks like this in places of power and influence. Perhaps it is time for those of us who are man enough to display a biohazard or scorpion tat to unite. The goals of the "old" ACT UP organization are still unfulfilled. Is there anyone else who wants to use their "gift" to help redefine what it means to be an HIV+ Homosexual?

Less than 8 years after the first "fabricated" female hormones were created, MEN had approved the first birth control pill (1960). Generations of condom-less fucking among straights has resulted. Losing the fear of unwanted pregnancy changed the world. The "pill" is now very cheap and available at fairly low cost to women in most of the world. It took over 30 years after the first queers started dying of AIDS until PReP was approved. But due to cost and availability, PReP has NOT done the same things for fucking fags as the PILL did for heteros. No doubt, there is movement, but the cost of prevention and treatment remain high. My view is that using condoms is still part of the "below the surface" effort to restrict queer sex. Seeing things like the news story in original post, remind me of that difference. Knock up a girl when fucking with a "bad" condom and you get baby gifts and congrats. Knock up a queer with the bug after a condom fail and you go to jail. Either one will affect the remainder of you life. How many for our fag brothers has given up raw sex to become a popular culture homo like the TV friendly gays we have as "role models"? It is up to those of us who are infected, who fuck raw, who accept the bug as part of our queer experience to continue pushing for a new conversation and new (or cheaper) preventions and treatments. No doubt there have been great advancements and appreciation goes out to those who care. But, the underlying belief still seems to devalue the very nature of being gay. Perhaps the guy in the new story has the wrong methods, but some of that is rooted in how we, as raw fucking queers, continue to be viewed by the straight world.

It is kind of a shame, even today, that coming out is a big deal to many of our fag brothers. I know it was for me. But living honestly eventually overcomes the fear and you know it is time to tell others. Wed 10.10.17 is national coming out day. I urge as many of your closeted homos, gays, fags and queers to embrace your homo soul and come out. I am glad I did. Being Queer is DAMNED GOOD. Let the WORLD KNOW.

I was stealth fucked a couple times by a guy years before I started chasing. That scared the hell out of me, but aroused me in a way that was incredible. I was able to push those thoughts away for years. But, eventually, it lead me to explore becoming POZ. After several months of serious consideration, I realized that stealth fuck had been a very real indicator of what I desired. I intentionally rode a raw, unmedicated POZ cock the end of September last year. Likely knocked up on a New Years Date. Tested POZ in late January. Once I got over the initial shock of the stealth breeding, my attitude changed. I realized, that first feel of toxic cum in my ass put me on the path to where I am today. In hindsight, it was one of the best things that has cum my way.

http://www.cnn.com/2017/10/07/health/california-hiv-bill-signed/index.html Perhaps this will turn into a very "positive" thing for our homo brothers in CA.

Younger brother is queer, married to an equally queer guy Had queer cousins (now deceased) Had a queer uncle (deeply closeted) Have one lesbian cousin---her straight sister has a seriously dyke daughter as well.

For me, there is only ONE reason to suck cock..... That reason, get that meaty tube hard enough to make sure my ass is gonna be treated right. Do not get me wrong, I enjoy taking a cock orally and I do relish swallowing should the guy blast his cum down my throat. Further, I have pretty good skills as a cocksucker and some of my fuck buds always ask for a blowjob. But the greatest enjoyment I have ever had sucking dick seems pale when contrasted to getting cock in my ass. Even when the tables are turned and I am in a mood to top, I feel the same. Yeah, a little bit of a guy slobbing my knob is nice, but if I am gonna go to the effort of getting a raging hard-on, the cum is gonna go in his ass, not down his throat. Getting raw fucked in the ass is what a true fag lives for.

In the areas of Germany that had been part of the former East Germany (GDR) you sometimes hear the term OSTALGIE....a bit of a made up/pun meaning nostalgia for the things of the former communist nation. No doubt, for many the current reunified Germany is a much better place, but people have a tendency to remember some of the good while quickly forgetting the bad---even from the oppression of that time in German history. Yeah, there was some great sex in the '70's. The clubs and baths were some of the only places queers could meet in relative safety. As a result, we fucked our asses off and enjoyed the times. But, you had to be a bit "hard core queer" to really have embraced that lifestyle. Being openly homo meant a lot of negative things as well.....job loss, housing loss....family loss. For me, the real awakening to that was a former standard movie house in downtown Akron turned porn (straight) theatre. It is where I first experienced fully random and nearly unlimited queer sex. It was seedy, dirty and fully of sketchy men and smelled like stale piss and cum. I thought it was heaven on earth. I probably could have paid my college tuition if I had gotten a dollar for every load that went in my ass or throat at that old place. For those in major cities, the life was even better--NYV, SF, LA all had an expanded version of what I had, and it was a bit more glamorous and inviting. Still I wonder how many married guys "of a certain age" avoided accepting their homosexuality due to the oppression of those days. Now, in a more open time (we will see what Trump and the Supremes do about that) they can fuck on the dl. But the hostilities and risk of those times 4 decades ago kept them from realizing their true nature. I am glad I experienced that time. I am glad I made it through the '80's without being a victim of AIDS, and I am glad I can experience the growing openness of being a fag in this century. So I suspect queer-stalgie is a real and important connection to those dark, yet exciting times of the past. The benefit of time passing means they seem better now, but would we really want to give up what we have for that era once again? I doubt it.....but to use a trite phrase, those were the worst of times, they were the best of times.

Birthday sex can always be great Nice thing is that nobody needs to wrap the gift. Hope you got something "long lasting" as a gift.

There is a very real possibility you simply do not like to bottom. I know a good number of guys who just do not like it. Yeah, prostrate stimulation can feel good but that is a near "auto-response".....not much you can do about it. If you are good with that, then just enjoy being a top. If you have some desire to really be vers or simply bottom from time to time, then I would suggest it is much more in your head than in your ass. If you can accept that your brain is your largest sex organ, getting your body and mind in sync can be difficult. While I am very much a bottom, I have resumed topping a bit. For much of the past 3 decades I have only been a bottom. My head and body were in full alignment and I enthusiastically enjoyed getting my ass fucked. When I topped, I never felt much...yeah the automatic stuff happened...but it never felt really satisfying. As a result, the poor bottom never got a first class effort. At the most basic level, my head was still wanting to get my ass fucked, when my dick was buried balls deep. No alignment-----no fun. Fast forward and in conjunction with converting, I seemed to have a desire. For the first time, my head and body were synced up when topping. No doubt, the realization of what it means to top as a POZ man was the missing mental piece. Once that was in place, alignment was easy. I still much rather take dick thank give it. But in the right circumstance, the stars align and all is good. Perhaps one place to start is reading the book HOW TO BOTTOM LIKE A PORNSTAR. Kind of goofy...but it may be a way to start training your brain to think like a bottom.....and stop think like a top with a dick up his ass.

I have three opinions on this subject. Both I hold pretty firm. First, no innocent partner should ever be exposed without consent. Period. If someone takes the risk by going to baths, etc, that is one thing. But to be exposed without knowledge is simply wrong. It is also selfish on the part of the one providing the "risk"..... Second, I think every homo is "programed" to fuck as much as possible. Certainly some make the choice to act on that, as other make the choice to be monogamous. Third, I am very much "PRO POZ" and would encourage every faggot to consider that as the crowning achievement of their queer experience. But wrapping my beliefs (and my own actions/practices) into a summary. Act on your urges, share cum and the bug if you wish--just be upfront about what you are doing. Do not make your choice someone else's reality.

Henri refused to say good bye as he left yesterday. We both fully understood that it is highly unlikely that we would ever see each other again. Not only does he live in St. Martin, he has been living with CRF19 strain of HIV for nearly 3 years. He already has progressed so far that he has been told he is at that final stage--full blown AIDS. For the past 9 days we had been sharing our bodies as he shared his virus laden cum and blood with me. Although the likely-hood of me contracting a co-infection is rare, be were both savoring the possibility that we would forever be connected via that super-strain. He drove a load deep into my ass just minutes before Jony arrived. Jony agreed to drive Henri to Atlanta. From there he could get a direct flight home--once the airport was open again. Neither of us wanted to think of that. We just wanted to be together one more time. Henri had been staying at my place for the past 3 days. No doubt, that time had been filled with as much fucking as possible. It had been amazing to go from a random fuck to full on making love in just a week. And all of that was smeared with as much highly tainted jizz as that caramel cock could produce. Our last fuck was amazing. It started out to be something of a quickie. We knew Jony would soon arrive, so we just got to it. Yeah, he brushed my hole first, did not want to loose the opportunity to make that pathway for transmission easier. We started off hot and heavy. Henri knew how to pound hard and started out drilling my hole like the powerful jackhammer he could be. I like getting fucked hard and he was great. I love have a man know how to push that limit....right between this feels so fucking amazing and stop, you are tearing my ass open. I expected him to cum fairly quickly, but he showed no signs of giving up a load yet. Then, suddenly and without any words spoken, he slowed down. His strokes became slower and with less force. But at the same time, they became more intimate and personal. Then he said something amazing. He wanted to give me this final dose of his disease laden cream not in power nor pain, but in love. He continued that he wanted me to remember him, not just for that possibility we would share this deadly strain, but he wanted me to recall, the care and effort he put into servicing my queer ass. For nearly an hour that black cock probed my raw ass. So many positions, so much leverage, so much arousal for my prostrate. My own cock was rigid and drooling precum like I have never experienced before. Henri recognized that I was ready to explode in passion. He slowly withdrew his massive meat and proceeded to worship my cock and the toxic precum I was spewing. It was only a few moments later that I blew my own strain against the back of Henri's throat. Then, in a deep and sensual kiss, he transferred my own cum into my mouth, which I swallowed with great enthusiasm. Then, without speaking, he rolled me over, got me ass up and resumed pounding my ass. My hole was gaping a bit and offered little resistance as he plunged his cock deep on the first thrust. He was soon back to his jackhammer ways. He was pounding me hard and fast. After a week of practice, we synced up in that staccato rhythm and became on body intertwined in an amazing fuck. But, his own body could only withstand that intense fuck rate for a short while. All to damned soon, I felt him go rigid. I heard his breathing deepening. He bellowed quietly while he jammed one more load into me. Once again, I was exposed to that amazing and deadly strain. I just had my 21st exposure to CRF19. Seventeen times that beautiful man had used his amazing cock to ram his creamy, cummy delight deep into my hole. Twelve of those times, my hole was well prepared. The bottle brush that was used the night I most likely got knocked up once again, prepared my hole. The other 4 exposures came at the point of a needle. The most recent was last Friday. We had both just taken our first dose of Lady T for the night. Some may not think that blood slams are as erotic as a good fuck. But man, that night it was amazing. I had gone first and had done about a .5.....not huge, but enough to get to the zone nicely. Just as the first beads of Tina scented sweat were appearing on my body, I watched as he pulled back on the plunger and filled the syringe with 3ccs of his death inducing blood. I extend my arm as he withdrew the needed from his vein. As a small bit of blood emerged from the needle-prick wound, Henri took a finger and wiped the blood away. Then he pressed his bloodied finger.....his finger bloodied with a fatal version of blood....against my lips. He whispered for me to lick it clean.....if I did, he would give me the syringe. I greedily took his dripping red finger into my mouth and devoured it as if I was a starving man. He smiled in appreciation, pulled back his hand and resumed his duties. He quickly raised a vein, I felt that pin prick and he got the needle set into place. Once again he asked me if I wanted to take the essence of his life, which could become the essence of my death. I hissed a nearly silent yes. Before the entire word was uttered, he started pushing the plunger. My cock was springing to life as I watched the red fluid, filled with thousands of replicas of the CRF19 strain of HIV disappeared into my own body. As quickly as he could pull the rig from my arm, I was begging for his black cock. I needed fucked. I wanted a white exposure to go with that red exposure. He fully agreed and soon had buried his cock balls deep. It is kind of weird to consider that a series of somewhat random events....hurricane, him ending up in Asheville, him being related to one of my fuck buds......all aligned to result in a week of near constant exposure to a strain of the virus that few would chase. No doubt, Henri will have to face the culmination of his disease in the coming months or years. For all I know, this past week may have changed my own life expectancy. I have not been on meds since I got knocked up around the first of this past year. A recent HEP C diagnosis reminded me that my body has a variety of internal attacks to deal with. Perhaps I will not know for sometime, perhaps will never know if Henri shared his toxic treat with me. But I do know this. Sharing rigs and cum with Henri made the past week an incredibly erotic and thrill inducing time. His personality, skill and willingness to share would have been a great fuck experience regardless. Knowing that he was spewing CRF19 laden cum, knowing that he willing injected CRF19 laden blood.....made the time with him off the charts. I thought it felt great to start chasing and taking POZ cum. I thought it felt great when I first felt a brush ream my hole. I thought it felt great to finally be POZ. But, manning up and taking 21 exposures to CRF19 (over the past 9 days) has been a thrill I will never forget. For whatever fates caused Irma to "blow" Henri into my life, I am appreciative. What the storm, and Henri left behind will never be forgotten.

I too, believe that once you experience the thrill and the risk (and perhaps the fear), it is difficult to go back. I was stealthed by a hot dude in June of '16. I was shocked at my own feelings of somewhat hoping he had infected me. But, by the time I had a solid neg. test, I wanted more. A month or two later I started chasing. In January of this year ('17) I tested POZ. Making that decision to continue will quite possibly equate to making the decision to get knocked up. If that desire has taken root in your heart and mind, then get out there and fuck hard and get your faggot ass knocked up. I did and I love it.

Less than a week after my first exposure to CRF19, I once again heard my own voice begging Henri for more of his highly toxic and likely deadly jizz. For the prior 4 days, it was all I could think of. My mind switching rapidly from fear of what happened to a desire for more. Still stranded due to the damage on St. Martin, Henri was more than willing to oblige. Absent the potent bug he packed into his semen, he was still a fabulous fuck. Caramel color skin, great skill and a very nice BBC, I would have let him fuck me as much as he wanted. But, my newly unleashed desire to experience the thrill of having more of that super-virus injected into my ass turned me into an aggressor. I wanted that cock and I wanted it badly. I ached to feel him go rigid and buck while sending his life ending cream deep into my guts. When I started chasing about a year ago, I though getting knocked up would be the thrill of a life time. When I tested POZ last January, I was thrilled to be part of the universe of POZ faggots, living and dead, who have accepted HIV as part of their gay experience. But now, those were long gone, unfulfilling thoughts. All I could think of was Henri and his potent, diseased dick. When I called Henri at his hotel, he seemed pleased to hear from me. I got right to the point and asked him if he would give me some more of his special sauce. He laughed as he said, if I wanted it to come and get it. So last night, after work, I headed to Asheville to meet him at his hotel. But, before going, I ran by my place to clean up, change clothes and get ready for some great cock. But I did one other thing. I had kept the bottle brush that was used to prepare my ass for my initial pozzing. I had felt that brush for the first time last New Year's eve, the night I likely got knocked up. With only the though of obtaining a second infection, I worked my ass to a state where I would be receptive to that Caribbean bug. Even scraping my guts in preparation for getting fucked seemed pre-destined. On one had I know that it is unlikely that I can get a dual infection. On the other hand, I seem compelled to do all I can to expose myself to CRF19. While some aspects make it difficult to get my head "around" the thought of having that aggressive strain in my body, I also am clearly aware that success will mean the clock is ticking faster towards my AIDS-related death. Henri was nude and had already made some T clouds when I arrived at his hotel. He offered me the pipe and torch. I quickly stripped and took a few hits of that amazing smoke. Once you feel Lady T creep into your body, relaxing you , exciting you, preparing you for a great fuck, you know that first tasted has started the ball rolling. Once I felt that jolt of T, once I coughed that little meth-induced cough, I hit my knees and took that deadly diseased dick into my mouth and started taking him deep into my throat. His first few drops of precious pre-cum were savored. I licked his slit, carefully ensuring the each drop of that fluid was collected on my tongue. But, as the T high continued to develop, my asshole reminded me of my real desire. Twitching and throbbing from the lust for this beautiful man, from the desire for his tainting jizz, from the T induced erotic desires, my oft-fucked hole needed stuffed. Very soon, I stopped sucking him and got on my knees. Henri lost no time in mounting my faggot ass. Soon we were rocking in that ass-fucking rhythm that horny homos have perfected. Henri's cock felt just as good as it did the past Saturday. He has good top man skills. No doubt, he has been a practicing cocks-man for a long time. But, as I gasped my desire for his cum, he accelerated to an entirely new level of passion. Equally, the more I demanded his cum, the more animalistic my own movements became. And, very shortly, my bloodied hole was drenched with a large dose of cum that few other men might welcome. As we cuddled, waiting on that dark meat to recharge, we talked softly about what it was like for him to learn he was POZ, that he had been infected with CRF19. And, in almost a whisper, he described the feeling of knowing that he was technically an AIDS-Bone. Fuck....that was news. He had already progressed to the stage of very low CD4 numbers and had been diagnosed as having progressed to AIDS. That was a fucking reality check. I had just had my very very raw ass fucked by an unmedicated AIDS-bone and flooded once again with CRF-19 laden creamy goodness. Hearing he as full on AIDS had an immediate affect on me. Soon, I was working hard to get that cock hard and inserted in my ass. This time, I was on my back, legs up. I wanted to see his brown face, his dreads, his expression as he repeated the action of trying to infect my queer ass. It may not seem possible, but that second round was more intense and erotic than the first. He was really verbal and keep asking if I wanted his dick of death to explode in my ass. After he asked a half dozen times, I panted out that yes I wanted it. And it was then that I told him about using the brush earlier. He acted surprised, but soon stated that showed I deserved his strain. A few more minutes of enthusiastic bucking and fucking resulted in a second flood of CRF19 cum was being smeared up and down my compromised guts. Five times now I have enjoyed that sensation. Five times, I have willingly taken that beautiful dark meat. And three of those times, I have willingly accepted his fucked up DNA. I have no idea if I will become infected with this life-ending affliction. I am not sure I would choose that, but I am powerless it seems to refuse it.

I may be in a minority here, but I almost never topped until being infected. Now, there are a fair amount of guys who only know me as a top, and there are 4 guys carrying my strain. I have no doubt that some of us move more towards being tops once we are POZ......in short, knocked up as a bottom and morph into a top breeder.

I have maintained an "any cock, all cum any time" attitude for a long time now. I am not picky.....just like the dick. But, if I have a choice, it will usually be a COC (cock of color). I find the combo of attitude, and often size make for a great experience. Some of the most interesting, important or just plain erotic sessions in my life have been courtesy of BBC. MY JOS playing card tat is a reminder to all that dark meat is welcum.

only one queer can answer that question and that is you. those of us who have chased and converted have done it for a reason. Unless you have really though out the LIFETIME consequences, a one night good time is hardly worth the risk. But if you have really developed your desire to join the POZ brotherhood, then go for it and enjoy the opportunity. Other's opinions are just that......you are the one who will deal with the results.....long after the rest of the faggots on here have forgotten you even asked.

I posted this elsewhere as well, but the statistics are tricky. They are great for defining the whole HIV transmission spectrum, but are hardly ideal for determining a single queer's chance of getting knocked up. I chased--bottom only during that time. Odds indicate that one out of 70 "risk factors" would result in my conversion. While I will never know for certain. It is quite likely that my New Year's Eve (2016) date was the one that done me. He was number 60 risk factor (the first time), but it was also the very first time he topped me. Had I started my chase with him, I could have been a one and done. Perhaps it is more appropriate to think (hope??) the next dude is the one that will change you. Very likely it will happen at some point.

Good for you! Once you get a few cocks in your ass, you should be a confirmed fag like many of us on this site. I was lucky, I started queering before I could drive and have never wanted anything else. I hope you will discover all the fun that two guys can have---it can be amazing. Keep sharing your story. I would love hear how you "bloom" into a full on HOMO like the rest of us. I will be an amazing journey for you.