rede4it

Hell, most of my friends have BAREBACKED me! No need to disclose once they do that! Anyone who knows me well enough to have every been comfortable talking about "lifestyle" things knows.....not much on hiding stuff here. But for those more "casual" friends, no sense in talking about a subject they do not need to know about.

Have not used a condom since testing POZ last January. I do not top a lot, but the guys I do DEMAND it raw.

I was on my way home from work yesterday when Jony called. Although I do not get to see him a lot, he is one hot fucking top. I met him before I started chasing, but we did not fuck until he was sure I was chasing. He is drop dead gorgeous, in my book. A native of the Caribbean, he has that mixed race skin tone that was born during sex between the French and African workers. He is also blessed with a great cock...8 inches, big in diameter, but not too big. The real bonus is that it has that perfect curve that will ensure a prostrate will be well massaged by the time he blasts his load. He is also one of those guys who seems to "improve" after using T.....he has fucked me for well over an hour--only stopping for arranging a new position. He knows how to use his long, lean frame to gain great leverage. Bottom line, he is a great fucker. Still, he lives some distance and we have some age difference, so we just don't get together often enough. When I heard that beautiful accent on the phone, my ass started throbbing. He was in my general area, with a cousin. The cousin was stranded due to the Hurricane, so they came to Asheville for a weekend of fun. Henri, the cousin, had been in the US for a couple weeks and had been enjoying the opportunity to fuck some white ass. But, they were out of weed and need some. My heart kind of dropped, they were gonna play, but looked like I was just a connection. Oh well, WTF. I told them to come on over. I had just picked up some really nice local stuff. Certainly not the most potent, but really nice smoke. Good, chilling' relaxin' smoke. An hour later they were at my door. Damn! Jony was looking so fucking fine. I know I often talk of any cock any time....looks and crap do not matter. But shit, he is just SOOOO good looking. Henri was not slouch. Not as tall, not as buff, but a beautiful almost black skin tone, hair in dreds and some great tats. I got the weed and handed them a pretty good baggieful. Henri suggest perhaps we sample it. I was not asking for cash, so that was a sign he wanted to hang a bit...I thought. I got out my biggest bong...freshly cleaned and sparkling. They both lit up with they saw it...it is a great instrument for getting high quickly. I let Jony do the honors of packing a bowl and Henri took that first puff. A strong session of repeated puff puff pass quickly started. With very little talk, we just enjoyed that gentle dragon relax us. A couple bowls later, we slowed a bit and drifted into conversation. No doubt, Irma was the biggest topic. Although it looks like Henri's home was spared, transportation was not available. We talked about being queer in our respective cultures. Bashed Trump with glee. After another bowl or two, Henri asked for a pipe. I got him one but he waved it away. Then I saw why. He had an 8-ball of T in his hand and was ready to make some clouds. Hmmmm....maybe there would be some Island dick in my ass after all. I went to the other room and got my T supplies, proper pipe(s) a good torch and some points and all the other trappings of dancing with Lady T. With experienced hands, Henri fired off the first round of that dreamy white smoke. After we passed the pipe a second time, it was clear we were all "getting there". In fact, almost as if commanded to do so, we all stripped our shirts off, the warmth of that good lady starting to make itself known. Hell, I was ready for anything and offered to set up some points. Hearing no objections, I measured out three .4 and started to dissolve the crystals. This was some decent stuff, nice crystals, smelled right, tasted right.....if it was cut, was not cut much. I filled the point (a fresh one) and put it on the try. I figured one of them would pick it up and find the mark. Never one to turn down a needle, Jony quickly was depressing the plunger. It is so hot watching someone do that--and then watching them move into the T-zone. A couple small coughs told me that Jony was THERE. I repeated the prep and handed the rig to Henri. He was just as accomplished with the syringe as he was with the pipe. He easily raised a vein, got the red signal that all was good and soon had a dose coursing in his veins. The heat was obvious, his black skin was glistening almost as soon as he laid the rig back on the tray. I followed suit as quickly as possible and my own cough announced we were all flying on T. Like so many times, a little T turns lips loose. The conversation was animated and wide ranging. But very soon it turned to fucking. Again, without any real discussion we were all nude and my visitors were both sporting amazing hard-ons. I knew what the expect from Jony. It was a real pleasure to see Henri was swinging some great meat as well. Longer, thinner and no curve to speak of, it still had a massive head, decorated with a single 0 Prince Albert. A PLUS sign tattoo at it's based, confirmed what I expected, Henri was POZ like his cousin. I sucked both of those brown beauties for a while, and both went to hardened steel status with little encouragement. The Tina was making my ass throb. I needed FUCKED and fucked hard. I backed put to Henri and he worked a bit to get his tip in the right spot. But once he got settled, he drove that long pole balls deep in one smooth thrust. It was just painful enough to enjoy, knowing I had a great cock starting to pound my ass. Not to be left out, Jony offered that curved dick to my still hungry lips. With a little work, we were soon in a great rhythm---with me getting spit-roasted between two BBC. I am not sure it can get much better than that: great cock, great guys, great T, good weed. I lost track of time as we fucked, sucked, changed positions and fucked some more. It was almost an hour after that first prick of a needle, that I noticed the time. I had had one of those rods in my ass nearly that whole time. I figured we were getting close to pay off. I wanted their cum and I wanted it in my ass. I told them as much and it was clear they agreed. Within a half hour, both of them had delivered a great load. A three way is always great...especially if I am getting all the dick. This one was quite amazing. I got up from the bed and inserted an ass plug to preserve the POZ pleasure in my ass. We collapsed on the bed and continued talking. Now, a bit more quiet, but just good conversation. Three POZ queers, sharing drugs, cock and cum, we were all content in the moment. Jony and I know the circumstance of each other's POZZING. I was a chaser, he was a sex worker in Miami for a number of year. We compared notes about our "conquests" as tops. I had just confirmed my number 4, Jony knows of several, but quite likely there are more. Jony urged Henri to tell his story. Reluctant at first, another round of needle pricks loosened him up. He did not start queering until he was in the military. He was raped, but realized it was great sex. Soon, he was a confirmed homo. Sill he was a bit restricted due to his duties as a military policeman. In 2012, he was sent to Cuba as an Embassy guard. His deployment was for 12 months and he learned to enjoy what Havana had to offer during that time. Although he was a native French speaker, he had learned Spanish as well. His color, features and Spanish skills allowed him to frequent the largely underground gay world of Cuba. It was only during a physical exam as he was separating from the military, that he learned that one of those Cuban cocks had infected his ass. He had a lifetime souvenir from his golden days on that island. He then got quiet and much more serious. He indicated that he was ok with being POZ and recognized it was a "by-product" of his sexual desires. But just as he was fully accepting his status, he got hit with another bombshell. He had been infected with the CRF19 strain that was something of an issue. Hard to treat, short time (3-5 years) from infection to full blown AIDS, Henri was carrying one of the most lethal bugs. He nearly whispered as he stated that while he was on medication, it was largely ineffective. Not only was he "detectable" but his CD4 number was now in the low 30's---he had progressed to AIDS. SON-OF-A-FUCKING-MOTHER FUCKING-BITCH. I know had that deadly cum in my ass. My rational brain keep trying to tell me that getting a second infection is rare. But, my active brain was starting to go ape-shit. But, the more we talked, the more I started processing it. I was almost shocked when I heard what must have been my voice asking for more. I sucked him back to life, Jony pulled out my plug and Henri went back to work. A half hour or so later, my ass plug was holding in my second exposure to CRF19. By the time they left this morning, I had one more. Jony deposited his brand of toxicity again as well. I do not believe I would have consented, had I known up front. But after the fact, that was one erotic fuck session. When I was begging for that second load, once I knew what it contained, I begged and pleaded like I never have before. Something in my very soul was driving me to accept that fucked up cum and bug into my ass. What the hell would you have done?

In some ways, an "after the fact" scorpion tat had a lot of influence on my decision to convert. Last summer, I had a great fuck session with a new partner. We had finished "round two" (both with a load in my ass) and were comparing our tats. That is when I noticed his scorpion tat--somewhat hidden among his other body art. As I gently touched it (without saying a word), he smiled, started getting erect again and simply said: "you want it again don't you?". I did, and I suppose that would classify as my very first intentional POZ cock. I did not really start chasing until a couple months later. The thrill of seeing that tat and taking one more POZ load from that man would not go away. In September I started chasing in earnest and by the end of this past January became a POZ dude myself. Now it is my discrete HIV tats (plus sign on right arm, small scorpion on chest and biohazard just above my ass crack. Had a couple of group/public/bath type sessions where it was clear the other guy had not noticed my tats right away. So far the reaction has been great, the grin and go at the business of exchanging cum even harder.

Have NEVER turned down a cock...regardless of color. No doubt, I enjoy black men an black cock! But the only cock I tried to take and simply could not was almost a freakish looking thing....and and simply too large to handle....poor dude simply could not get off anyway but by jacking that huge hunk of meat. And it was as white as a winter's snow.

and a very high percentage of hiv+ status. got mine from one........

Interesting to read that such a high percentage of guys would change nothing. I have a friend (who posts here from time to time) who went off PrEP in the last year. He was promptly knocked up by the VERY FIRST cock he took after letting the drug ebb from his body. No doubt, a sudden disappearance of PrEP would create a sudden up tick in infections. I barebacked for many years with no consequences, moved to active chasing and soon converted. I never considered PrEP myself, as my interests included getting POZZED. But, I have no doubt that it is resulting in a whole lot of shared cum. That cannot be a bad thing. And, as my bud found out, you can always stop and get knocked up at anytime.

I am not an exclusive top nor a long time top. Rather, I started fucking negative holes once I got knocked up. The desire to share the seed moved me in that direction. Not sure that I am all alone in that progression....but I was POZZED in the standard way(s) taking lots of raw, poz cock and sharing rigs. My guess is that for tops who have gotten POZZED in the last 5 years that sharing points was a part of the process.

Way to go. I know the feeling of testing POZ. The thrill and the fear continue for some time, but soon the fear subsides and you can find strength in you ability to thrive with the virus. The fuck flu is just a road bump.....maybe one of many on this route, but with time, fluids, and an aspirin or two that gets better. Mine lasted 10-15 days with three being really nasty. Lots of bedsheets changing due to night sweats, no missed work....

Nothing says PRIDE WEEKEND like a pouched out asshole from some serious fucking. Drove down to Charlotte for the pride festival in the QUEEN CITY. Won a contest at a local club for best queer tattoos. Ended up taking 8 loads at various venues and times Saturday afternoon and evening. I also dumped a toxic load in a tweeking twink's fine ass. I did tell him of my status, but all he wanted was fucked, so he took it like a champ. Took a couple more loads Sunday afternoon....bot were from my regular fuck bud crew. One is a BBC that is the largest cock I get on a regular basis. Usually takes a bit of time and effort to accommodate him, but after the Saturday fucking and extensive use of a butt plug to retain the proceeds, he slipped in with some ease. As is his near standard, he hammered me hard for over 40 minutes, before adding one more flood of toxic sperm to my ass. Great waking up this morning and still feeling a bit stretched. If feels damned good and I love thinking about the cocks that help me feel this way.

YEAH Man! Nothing like collecting the full set to fully mark a dude as a true cum slut. Lots of queers talk about it. But to those of us who are real, these are the merit badges of our sexual desires. Proof we walk the talk. I know I enjoyed the hell out of earning mine.

A full lifetime of raw queer sex never transferred any of the STDs to me. Certainly more luck than effort on my part. But, last New Years (most likely time) I caught the load that converted me and test POZ in late January. Since then Syph, Gono, Herpes, Warts, Chlamydia all have shown up. Syph is the only one absent right now. Last July 4th stated swapping various bodily fluids with a dude....hope to trade my HIV+ for his HEP C. He has not tested yet, but I have and I added that one to my current pool of toxicity. Maybe ought to seek out Syph again, just to have the entire set at one time.

Not sure if this adds to the conversation but I am a former college level educator, who was intentionally infected this past New Year's Eve by a full professor/math department chair at a local university. Some of this conversation reinforces my belief that the true desire to be infected comes from some where unknown. Looking at my circle of POZ friends, age, race, education, economic situation are WIDELY different. Yet we all made our choice as if driven by an unseen force. And for the record, I am actually unsure of who infected me, but as I have written other places, last New Years was by far the most likely time----or at least the time that makes for an incredible memory.

No doubt, this story hits right at the heart of what many bare backers and/or chasers will ponder over for a life time. You test POZ and then mentally review each and every possible fuck session, wondering if that was the one that converted your queer ass. As a chaser, it came as no great surprise when the fuck flu announced that some cock had gotten the job done. While I THINK I know which session it was, I can never be fully certain. It has been 7 months since that first night sweat and this question still is on my mind. As an alternative, I have bred 3 guys into the POZ brotherhood. Each one agreed to a period of being exclusive to me. For each of us, knowing is important and they know it was my cock that converted their asses. I do wonder, if that is really better or if they are missing some of the conversion experience by have enough random sick dick that they will never know for certain. Thanks for the story and the reason for many of us to revisit the parade of cocks that participated in connecting us to generations of POZZED up fags.

The vast majority of the time, I see sucking as just a means of priming the pump. I much prefer to just think of that activity as the start of getting that cock and eventually that load in "the other end". Don't get me wrong, I enjoy sucking and am good at it (so I have been told), it is just not how I prefer to finish a guy off. If I am in a situation and mood to suck the guy to completion, I like to go deep as he is blasting his load....love to feel it hit the back of my throat and run down to my gut. Lets the top be certain that his load is going to my gut...no questions asked.

I enjoyed several bejeweled men while chasing and it seemed to make no difference. However, shortly after converting, a dude with a large PA and a full frenum ladder bestowed what has been a very stubborn case of GONO upon me. Not certain if the decorations had anything to do with that but it was an amazing sight and feel.

Man, for as long as I have taken it up the ass, I have enjoyed keeping cum in my ass as long as possible. Usually have my glass plug with me.....comfortable, just large enough.....so I can stay plugged.....but also open a bit (for the NEXT load) as long as possible. And, there is something so wonderfully erotic about it being a virus laden load. Even though I have been POZ for a few months now, knowing I took a POZ cock and have that diseased cum in my ass turns me on like little else can.

Not sure of the research, but hope thee is some validity to this. In the meantime, I am taking no chances.....no meds, but am conducting my own research....daily.

Thanks for sharing the map. I appreciate your comment regarding it is good to go fishing where the fish actually are. But as encouragement for those who say they cannot find I top, I live in a county where there were only 9 reported cases of M4M sex cases in 2014. In 2015 there were ten.

Started Chasing October of 2016 Likely got Knocked up New Years Eve 2016/17 Testet POZ 1/20/17 Topped first NEG ass 1/21/17. He tested POZ within 6 weeks and he has one conversion Two additional conversions as of right now Working on number 4 as well. Require an "exclusive" arrangement to be certain of being the true gifter. But have sowed some tainted seed at Cumunion Augusta, hotels, bookstores and other anonymous sex sites. One known gono transmission as well--to a straight dude.

From my vantage point there are only three options for a horny bottom when it comes to bareback sex. Abstinence, protection or acceptance seem to be the only choices. If you like to bottom in the places you mentioned, it is highly likely you will eventually convert. Even with some effort at sero-sorting you will find out guys lie or perhaps are unaware of their own status. My experience with most baths, dark room etc. is that don't ask, don't tell is the common situation. Is HIV medication easily obtained/reasonable cost for you? Perhaps that is the path you will take. Just understand that it is going to happen at some point and count on getting medication.