Vancrawman

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Excellent story, looking forward to more installments !

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CHAPTER XIV: A Look Back and A New Beginning” **This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER XIV: GARAGE SALE POZZING: My car was packed and it was my very last day in my apartment in West Hollywood…my job offered relocation and since WeHo and LA were not serving up the previous complement of neg, un-PrEPPED holes to fuck, breed and infect with HIV, I took them up on the offer. Now, I’m ready to go, all my stuff either on a moving van headed north, or given away, except for a few items that I didn’t know what to do with - my pozbrothers Eric and Keith suggested a garage sale, and so on a bright sunny June day in West Hollywood, the three of us brought out my stuff, as well as a few things of theirs, into the sunny courtyard surrounded by the three-sided apartment building. I wistfully looked up from the courtyard - there was Apartment 4B, the guy there (I never asked his name) had placed a note on my front door begging me to infect him…. so I did. When he moved out a few weeks later, rife with the fuck flu, he left me another note pledging not to take meds and poz as many others as he could. And on the 3rd floor, Francisco, our friendly Uber driver, moved in some time after I converted him., so another poz conquest living in the building, and spreading his strain to a lot of his Uber rides. On the ground floor lived the building super, Diego, a hot Latino guy who begged for my AIDS-load one night. I brushed his hole good, slipped on the cruel condom and went to town on his ass, bringing him fully-fledged into the world of HIV with just a couple of pozfucks. I saw him three weeks after I fucked him and he was in the throes of the fuck flu, so I nursed him a bit. As was typical with the newly-upgraded to poz, he was super horned up, so I let him breed his newly toxic loads into me a couple of times, in between his fever dreams and coughing fits. The fuck flu hit him hard, but a week later I saw him in the courtyard, working on some sprinkler problem. We embraced and shared a deep poz kiss. “Thank you Randy, I’m so happy I got pozzed by you. I had been trying for years but you had the special sauce that made me whole.” “Now go spread it around, Diego,” I told him “it’s no good being poz unless you get to poz others,” “Already on it, Papi…I was at the Cumunion party last night and fucked about 15 guys, bred 3 of them with my viral cum” “Good man, Diego, poz them all. You’ll carry on after I move out?” “Oh yeah, every new gayboy who comes from Ohio or Alabama to WeHo and gets an apartment here will be my prey,” Diego laughed and carried on with his work. So, a few weeks later, when Eric, Keith and I had hauled all the garage sale items into the courtyard, I spied Diego in the corner, eyeing who was coming to look and buy. The afternoon had gone on as planned, and I had gotten rid of most of my items. I was just thinking about shutting it all down and getting in my car to go. The rest of the items could stay in the apartment for the next tenant. My back was turned for a moment, and then someone asked me something: “How much for the wine glasses?” he said. I turned around and he was a young kid, probably about 19 or so, a mop of dark curly hair framing his face, handling the mismatched collection of wine glasses in a box. “You old enough to drink wine, son” I asked, instantly hoping he was eligible to be my next casualty. “Well, not really. I just graduated from High School two weeks ago, but I’m trying to find stuff for my new place in this building. I’m starting college in September. “Why, you wanna see my ID?” he asked, looking up with his big eyes through his floppy Timmy Chalamet hair at me. This kid was smart. “Well, yes, as a matter of fact I do want to see your ID, boy.” He pulled from his pocket a South Dakota drivers license, handing it to me, brushing my hand as I took it from him to check. “2005, and your 18th birthday was last month, that’s good…(checking the name)… Blake,” I said to him, looking now at his name, double-checking his birth date, and then handing his ID back to him. ‘There are more wine glasses up in my apartment, c’mon I’ll show you,” I said, guiding him by the elbow away from the sale table. Eric and Keith shooting me daggers of jealousy as I led my next contestant on my little imaginary game show “The Poz is Right,” up to my conversion chamber for one final pozzing in it. As we passed Diego, working on the sprinklers and as usual, shirtless, I could see the kid checking him out. “He’s the Super,” you’ll like it here, if you move into this complex. He’s very attentive.” As we entered my almost empty apartment now, I pointed to a few more glasses on a table. “check them out, Blake.” “It’s so fucking hot in here today,” I said, stripping off my shirt, revealing my biotats – a biohaz symbol and a red scorpion, surrounding 4 Xs, each one proudly representing 10 men I’ve pozzed. “Nice tats,” the kid said as he came in for a closer look. Can I touch them? I guess they mean you’ve been around, right?” “You could say that,” I tell him, chuckling…”Around and around…and you can do more than touch them if you want,” I responded “I gotta get out of these clothes, if you don’t mind, and I dropped my shorts and freed my pierced poz cock from my underwear and chucked them into a corner. “Just too hot today,” “I’ve been hungry for a big cock to suck all day, Sir,” he says, practically salivating at the sight of my pierced pozzing stick. “I’d like to taste that, if that’s OK, Sir.”’ “Son, you put your mouth on it, and it’s gonna want to fuck your hole,” I responded, “My cock is potent, with a mind of it’s own, and it won’t settle for a blowjob when it can get its load into your 18-year old boyhole…so if you don’t want that, tell me now.” “I’ve only ever sucked off guys, like behind the bleachers at school.” A look of worry crossed his beautiful face. “Would it hurt?” “Probably will, at first, but I promise, I’ll go easy. So you want this?” I asked, pointing down first at my string of biohaz and X tats signifying the 40 men I’ve spread HIV to, and then at my hard cock as he sank to his knees in front of me. “Once you start sucking it, I will want to fuck you. And once I start fucking you, I won’t stop until I’m done. No going back…You understand?” “Give it to me, Sir!” and with that he buries my cock down his throat. I’m impressed with his sucking skills and soon he’s working a few drops of viral pre-cum out of my cockhead . He pulls his little boy-mouth off me and shows the viral pre-cum leaking onto his tongue, giving me a view as he tastes down my lethal seed. “You like that dirty cum, boy?” I prod him but he doesn’t seem to hear as he resumes his sucking game. It’s after a few minutes more, I pull him up to me and turn him face down onto the couch. I undo his jeans and forcefully strip them off him while he pulls off his shirt. “Let me loosen you up a bit, boy,” and from my jeans pocket, pull out my ever-present toothbrush. Dabbing some lube and more deadly pre-cum on the bristles, I guide it gently up the virgin passage. His reflexes kick in and tries to squirm away, but I hold him tightly in position, “Relax, boy, it’s just a lube applicator,” which is a blatant lie but also true in a sort of twisted way. I laugh to myself at the depravity of it which is making my AIDS-cock pulse with anticipation. He continues to writhe and squirm and with my left hand, I push him back down to the couch. “Stay still,” I command. “This is to get you warmed up, boy,” as he stops his wriggling underneath me. I don’t think he’s enjoying this very much, but I sure am, as the evil brush opens up his hole and creates the abrasions my death-seed needs to knock this dumb kid up for good. I bring my tongue to the boys hole and taste the virgin ass of this corn-fed boy from America’s heartland. The rimming has loosened him up a bit, and lubing up my poz weapon, I stand and ease it right up the lad’s butt, and he yelps and tries to twist himself away from me. “Oh, no, boy, this was the deal,” I respond, placing my hand on his back and holding him down against the couch. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ll go slow but I gotta get all the way in first.” I’m deep up inside his boyhole now, my balls brewing up a new batch of HIV for his hole. His squirming subsides a bit but he whimpers into the couch cushions. “OK, son, I’m all the way in now,” I counsel him, “Gonna start pumping it into you, slowly at first,” and I gently begin pistoning my HIV pole inside his virgin passage, already the toxic precum infiltrating into him. This kid’s first ever fuck is gonna poz him up and thinking of this, my cock grows even more up inside his boycunt and I speed up my strokes. His whimpering has quieted down now and he mumbles something into the cushion about getting fucked by a porn guy, but I’m too busy with my work to really hear what he’s saying. “My cum’s gonna live on in you, kid,” I tell him as I quicken my pace, bringing my virus-riddled cock all the way out and back in the kids now-open hole. I notice his cock now, hard and swinging with my pounding, a long stream of 18-year old precum hanging off his cockhead. “You’ve got a pretty cock, kid,” I tell him “I hope you use it to spread my gift,” but again he doesn’t seem to hear me as his head is buried in the old couch cushions, taking my poz-fuck and whimpering now and then. If he’s still uncomfortable, I assure him it’s almost over. “Yeah, I’m almost there, son, gifting your hole into the brotherhood…a real Weho poz welcome wagon! You’re gonna enjoy the upgrade, kid,” but again he can’t seem to hear me. His breathing is fast now and when I briefly pull out of his pozzed-up hole, I see his pretty young cock shooting neg cum onto the old couch that is going to Goodwill. His butt clamps tighter around my AIDS pole and my balls bring forth a eruption of potent beautiful HIV seed into the kid’s ass, forever marking him as another pozzed up WeHo kid. I grind the 8 spurts of my deathseed into his hole, filling him with virus and finally stop shooting the poison into him with a big shudder. “That was incredible!” he finally says as he emerges from his trance, and the couch cushions. “Sure was, kid, you want some more?,” I ask “I know there are 3 hungry tops down in the courtyard looking to breed you.” “I pull out of the kid, my cock bringing a bit of dirty poison cum with it and I spin him around so he can clean off my pozzing stick. He greedily laps up the AIDS-cum from my pierced weapon and I turn him back face down into the old cummy couch and order him to stay put. “I’m gonna send in more men now to complete the gift exchange. Don’t go anywhere, kid. Thanks for the fuck…you’ll like living in this building.” And with that, I button up and go back down to the courtyard. I signal to Eric, Keith and Diego that the kid is ass-up and ready for their toxicity to go with the load I’ve got brewing in his hole already. Diego goes up over first, as I hug and kiss Eric and Keith goodbye. We pledge to keep each other updated on conquests through our group chat. I’m on the street and in my car a minute later, heading for the freeway. It’s 10 minutes later the first text in the group chat pings on my phone. Diego has bred the kid. This is followed by texts from Eric and Keith as well, Eric taking the opportunity to tell us he’s gone on a med break for a few weeks so should be toxic as well for the kid. “Remember guys,” I remind them via text “I got him first” he’s one of mine!” It’s later when I’m stopped for lunch at a diner, browsing through pictures of potential HIV-related tattoos for my cock, that I get some more group chat from my brothers in poz. “That kid didn’t know we were poz, he thought all the Xs meant we did porn…LOL,” Keith texted. “Well, he’s gonna know in a few weeks,” I text, laughing. At this point, I catch out of the corner of my eye a burly truck driver watching me. Is this a second opportunity for bug spreading today? I motion to him I’m going to the mens room. He gets up from the booth and follows me. This trip is already working out great!

Hi guys - new chapter just dropped! Hope you like it ! CHAPTER XIII: A Look Back and A New Beginning” **This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** “LOCAL HEALTH OFFICIALS: ‘ALARMING’ CLUSTER OF NEW HIV CASES IN LOS ANGELES” This was the headline in the LA paper one morning, and as I viewed it online, while Face-timing with Eric and Keith, we just laughed and mock-blamed each other for this rise in infection rates: “You said yourself you pozzed 10 guys in one weekend, Eric,” I pretended to mock him (in reality, I was fucking jealous) “That was in Gran Canaria, Randy,” he shot back…”I only ever infected 6 guys in one weekend here in L.A, at the old “negforpoz” parties that Angel used to host,” he said defending his honor, in a weird sort of way. “You got your 4th “X” just last week, right Randy?” said my gifter Keith, the hot nurse in Dr Matthew’s office who pozzed me almost 2 years ago this month…”sounds like you’re the cause of the HIV Cluster,” he joked, conveniently forgetting he’s over 50 known pozzings (and who-knows-how-many unknown ones). Well, whoever is responsible, all that means for us, my pozbrothers, is that there’s nobody in this town left to infect! With that, we sadly nodded, for our conversion efforts had recently stalled, with me at 40 known pozzings (hence the 4 “Xs” emblazoned on my stomach surrounded by biohazard tats) But me getting to 40 took several weeks after I had my 39th confirmed. Number 40 was Klaus, a hot tourist visiting from Germany. Klaus reached out to me on Twitter and when he flew into L.A. for a vacation with his unknowing boyfriend, he twice made the excuse of going for a meditative solo hike in the hills, but in actuality, he was riding my poison pierced cock getting impregnated with HIV. He worried that since he could only get away from his BF for 2 secret AIDS-fucks from me, he wouldn’t turn poz, but I assured him that with my high viral load, and my brushing of the hole before infiltrating it with my viral cock, my conversion rate was near 100% and that he would be returning to Germany pozzed up. So on the day of his first “solo hike in the hills,” when I turned Klaus on his back and right away saw the biohazard tattoo – black and blue with drops of red blood etched under his skin, I was taken aback. “I was under the impression you were neg.” I was chastising him a bit but he still had a hot hole and I was horny, so I didn’t reprimand him too much. “Ya, I know, I am neg – I got toxic cum from a guy a year ago, and I was convinced I converted…I was so happy and excited I went right to get the tattoo before taking the test and I was crushed when it was negative. I met my boyfriend after that, and he just thinks it’s a cool design - he’s pretty sheltered about these things.” Klaus sat up in bed and with a determined look on his face said “Here – I have a home test in my bag, I’ll take it now to prove I’m worthy of your virus.” And with that, we drank some wine, and chatted a bit while we waited for the test. I just wanted to get up his hole, so I was OK either way, but Klaus came all this way to go poz and he wanted to prove to me that he deserved my viral load. Just for fun while we were waiting, I took another of the home tests from his bag and told him I’d take it as well. And 20 minutes later, those two beautiful lines showed on mine, proof of my powerful viral load brewing in my balls. Klaus’s test showed only the one sad, negative line. “See, I need you to help me with this,” he said, kneeling in front of my very detectable, engorged cock. A few minutes of him sucking me and licking up my AIDS precum, and I pulled him up to the bed and said “We gotta make that tattoo accurate,” as I sank my pierced viral probe into his sweet German hole – a few drops of red coming out where I had brushed him earlier. My toxic precum forming at the head of my cock needed to get in there and do it’s depraved work, and I drove it deep inside him, holding him down to stop his resistance. I waved my very positive home test in front of his face while I pistoned my poison cock in and out of his thirsty hole. I fucked him hard and rough and soon enough there was 8 or 9 shots of my toxic seeds inside the German’s smooth hole. I plugged it up and propped his butt up with a pillow to let it sink in, it’s work beginning to attack his immune system and marking him as another poz convert for my tally. Of course, he got re-loaded one more time from me, and again twice more on his second “hike in the hills,” ensuring the infection takes root within him and sending him back to his dumb boyfriend pozzed up into the brotherhood, forever carrying and spreading my beautiful HIV strain. So, when three weeks later, I got a DM from Klaus with 2 lines on a German HIV test, and the news he was actively trying to convert his unknowing boyfriend into the poz brotherhood, I was able to sit in Eric’s tattoo chair and proudly get my 4th X. But that was over a month ago, and since then the only guys hitting me up for a spin on my pozzing stick are already poz. And while we all love recharging a buddy with our special strain, nothing beats unloading your deadly venom into an unprotected neg hole, bringing them up forever into the community of poz cumdumps and toxic mass breeders. And it went like that for several months after that…me stuck at 40 Xs, Keith still toxic and waiting for someone to poz which would get him to 50, Eric who was on meds now after 60 known conversions under his belt, when we were Facetiming again and saw this headline: LOCAL HEALTH OFFICIALS: HIV CASES IN L.A. COUNTY ‘LEVELING OFF’ “This is desperate, brothers,” Keith told us over the conference call. “There’s nobody here left to turn.” “Yep,” I concurred, “and the ones from out of town make a lot of noise about flying in to get it, but most of them never do.” “I just want someone to show up for pozzing as determined as I was…remember, guys?” I asked my two toxic inspirations… …It had simply started with a seed (!) of a thought in my mind…scrolling through a porn site, I started to see more and more guys with biohazard tattoos, on their arms, on their chests, over the cocks, around their holes. I had a few tats already, so I was intrigued by the biohazard symbols, at first just thinking it signified danger – which of course it does, but I soon found out how much more it conveyed. Scrolling through P0rn**b, I searched on #biohazard and up came 20 or so videos from my now friend and mentor Eric. A giant slab of manhood, Eric’s videos transfixed me. And there was one in particular I kept returning to over and over: “Converting the Nursing Student” was the title and it opened with Eric already balls-deep inside a bottom whose face is buried in the bed. Eric’s muscled hairy body glistening with sweat as he pulls his fat pierced cock in and out of the bottom’s greedy hole. “You like that toxic dick, whore?” he asks the bottom whose only reply is muffled by the pillow. “Pozzing you up into my club,” Eric goes on, “coming into the brotherhood, my boy” With that, he pulls out once more and replaces his hard toxic rod with a toothbrush! I was astounded and intrigued, never having seen that before. The unseen cameraman zooms in on the smooth hole as the brush is scraped inside it. I see bright red bristles as the brush comes out of his mancunt and once more Eric’s fat poz weapon dives into the hole, pistoning in and out with hard, deep, rough strokes. Then after a few minutes of hard fucking, he pulls out again and puts what I now know is a “Cruel Condom” on the throbbing, infected cock, the glistening stainless steel loops of the Cruel Condom hugging his engorged flesh. He unscrews the little silver cap at the end of the hard metal shell…the camera zooms in on his viral pre-cum…he takes a drop of it on his finger and shows it to the camera, up close. “Pure HIV seed, guys” he says to the camera, and then he returns to his task, planting it up the bottom’s stretched out, bloody manhole, which by this point, offers little resistance to the metal-clad AIDS cock. The bottom screams into the pillow some more, but Eric - this monument to manhood - just ignores him, fucks it in harder, rougher, deeper. He turns to the camera and laughs a depraved, sinister laugh. Finally, Eric’s breathing increases and his whole massive body, led by his enormous cock with the 00g PA driving into the hole, sheathed in its hard metal cage, is practically bouncing off the bottom whose screams of pleasure or agony into the pillow get drowned out by Eric’s guttural roars as his toxic seed blasts into the helpless guy below him. “Pozzed him up good, there,” the unseen cameraman tells him. “Oh yeah, he’s coming back pozzed up with my full-blown HIV,” Eric says as he finally dismounts off the guy and roughly shoves a plug in the battered hole. “Now you keep that plug in there, son, and let my virus do it’s work!” he commands. And the screen fades, a graphic says “1 month later” and it reopens on the same bed. Eric and the bottom from the video – his face now shown and I recognize him now as my hot nurse Keith – are holding a home HIV test. He turns the face of the test stick to the camera which zooms in on the two lines. “Congrats, baby boy, welcome to poz!” Eric proudly exclaims. “I just earned another X,” he says pointing to the three Xs already lined up on his abdomen, surrounded by biohaz and scorpion tats. As the screen starts to fade out and the video nears its end “You gonna spread your pozfather’s dirty strain now, boy?” he asks the beaming Keith. “Already have,” the nursing student, now proudly poz, answers back. In that scant 12 minutes of video, I am jerking off like crazy, my cum explosion on my laptop dripping down the screen. I hit “reload” on the video menu and watch it again and again. I know I have to meet these guys. I know I have to be pozzed by them, it is something I must fulfill. ********************************************************************************* And that was 2 years ago…Now happily toxic, having been pozzed by Keith and being a mass infector for others these past 2 years, I long for more hole to breed and infect, converting them into our club. But who is left around here to convert? A few days later, and just as I was contemplating if this was the end of my pozzing career, a message from my boss to our entire work group came through. I knew our company was being bought out by a larger competitor and now they were offering us an option: “Relocation Available”

Hmmm… you’re right, I’ll have to think up something for him, I’m pozitive it’ll be a good time!

Any of the Dawson weekend ones…and “viral loads,” “the thousand load fuck,” and “Fuck Off Homo,” has a great 1-hour + group scene that really delivers, as does the Marcus Isaac’s gangbang one. Their content lately isn’t much my taste, but they’ve changed or maybe I have changed. Or the whole porn biz has changed, with the rise of the self-produced fan sites…

Philadelphia airport, and then I believe there’s a train from Philly to AC.

i try and last longer as well. if i get too close too soon, i pull out and rim the hole for a minute or two, they seem to like that 😀 if it's a group setting, i will usually do a shot of Trimix and then even if you blow a load, you stay hard and can fuck no problem 'til the next load rises up.

a little birdy tells me one of you dirty fuckers is doing the continuing story of young idealistic Dr Matthew's journey from condom cheerleader to pozzed up cumwhore, and i'm here for it !

I never use poppers, either. They give me a terrible headache and kicks me out of the mood…

Is that a top-loading machine?

Nice start (or continuation), the poz sex you describe is the best!

Thanks Erik, I loved writing it !