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Ed is based upon a real man I knew in Lincoln, NE. His description and demeanor are spot on accurate. I could easily have seen myself in a long term relationship with him. He wasn't HIV positive, but if I could choose how I get poz, this would be it. Blood slamming and ass fucked by a BF. Sadly, I'm HIV neg so if you're poz, let me know.

"Now, tell me who you are and why you're here." Ed was the kind of man that made you glad you liked men. He stood 6'3", was in his 60's, broad shoulders, golden tan, and he had strong, callused hands. Ed worked on the rail road in Lincoln, NE. and it showed. He dressed in what I call 'cowboy at church' style. Brand new jeans, button up dress shirt, wide cowboy hat and properly trimmed mustache. Cowboys boots His voice was deep but soft. The kind of man you can get lost in. Being the dominant, on our first date he took me out to eat and treated me like a lady - definitely a plus!. He opened the car door for me, held my chair for me, ordered food for me. He was unashamed that we were a male couple, and so was I. People stared at us, but it was like his aura protected us. We were so into each other that I could hide in his masculinity. Unlike most men I date, he didn't pressure me for sex, he wanted to draw that out. Like I said, the kind of man you can loose yourself in. For our 5th date he *made* dinner at his place - chicken Alfredo to be exact. He pour two glasses of wine and we talked about he and I as a couple and what a future might hold. I was quickly falling in love with Ed, and I think he was taking a shine to me as well. He took my hand in his and said, "I'm HIV positive." I sat stunned for a moment while I absorbed his words. Unsure of what else to do, I sipped my wine while he explained that was the reason he hadn't fucked me yet, that he did want a future with me but I had a right to know. Part of me wanted to run - and I'm sure he gets that a lot. The other part of me was getting hard under the dinner table, my cock throbbing like it never had in my life. I did what neither of us expected me to do. I slide under the table and slid his cock into my mouth. Later, as we lay next to his fireplace, my head on his chest and him running his fingers through my hair, he told me what it was like to be HIV positive. A few weeks later I was in his living room, confessing that I wanted to become HIV positive as well. That's when he broke out the camera and put it on the mantle. I told the recording device my name. "Now tell me why you're here, my pet." He said knowing what I'd say. "I'm here to get pozzed." I said flatly. "And what does that mean?" He asked because he wanted to make me explain it. "It means that as of right now, I'm HIV negative. You're HIV positive. I want you to make me HIV positive. " I said with a smile on my face starting to grow much like the cock in my pants. "And why is that? Do you know what you're getting into here, honey?" He asked concerned. I nodded a single time. "Yes, I do my homework. I know what lays ahead." "And how do you plan to get pozzed, my pet?" He asked smiling. "Being ex-military, I'm going with a two pronged approach. First I brought along a syringe. I'm going to draw some blood from you and inject it into me - if done right, it will give me the virus 90% of the time. My second is that you're going to fuck me raw the rest of the night - right here in front of your camera. There is ZERO chance of me being negative by morning." Everything we did, we recorded it. Never before had I done anal and let me tell you, Ed's dick felt a lot lot larger in my ass than my mouth! I love it, the pain was exquisite, but it hurt like hell. Still, I'd never before reached that level of pleasure. He was controlling but gentle. We both knew it by the time the sun had risen - I was positive. I left his place that next morning with cum dripping out of my ass and a smile on my face that the rest of the world would never understand. About a week later Ed and I were on his couch watching TV when I started having flu symptoms. It hit me like a brick wall. We looked at each other and smiled, knowing it was the fuck flu. A trip to the doctor a few days later confirmed it. About a week later, I was moving in to become his 'wife'. Like I said, he was the kind of man you can get lost in.

It is my conclusion that you're being argumentative. You're creating a problem where there quite literally wasn't one. You're trolling and I'm done talking with you on this, or any other subject.

That's not the same as 'shoulder the burden of prevention" I even made that clear in the same post - that we all accept the responsibility for swimming in the deep end of the pool. It's about consent. I talked about both parties being responsible. That's literally the point of the thread. Thank you.

I made no such claim, please re-read my OP.

While I'm aware that there is more than one way to get pozzed, obviously I'm referring to the sexual way. Questions: Did you somehow know the moment he came inside of you? Did he pull out and you smiled and said to yourself, "Yeah, this one worked. He converted me."? If not, how soon did you know you'd been converted? When you found out, how did you feel?

If I ever get the chance again, I'll do that. Thank you.

I realize that giving oral is not the best way to get pozzed, but it remains my favorite way of giving sexual pleasure to men. I also know that some of the things about which I speak don't apply to everyone. That being said... I love being summoned to a cheap hotel by stragglers through town to suck anon cock. I don't know his name, he doesn't know mine, and that turns me on. I love when he's standing, and looking down on me - while I'm on my knees, looking up at him. I love that I'm not allowed to touch myself - after all, this isn't about my sexual climax, it's about his. I love taking my time. I'm not in a hurry. If I'm sucking a cock, that dick is the only thing that exists on the planet. I love that when I have his dick in my mouth, I have his full attention. I love when he puts his hands on my shoulders and starts moving his hips back and forth - it tells me that he's into what I'm doing to him. It tells me he's taking charge of me. I love that I have his power in my mouth. That I can cradle his cock on my tongue, and FEEL that he's rock hard. I love feeling the skin on his dick slide back and forth a little independently of the muscle under it. I love that when he gets close to cumming, his breathing becomes erratic. Rapid and shallow. I love the moaning, the twisting, and when he calls me a dirty slut. I love feeling of him cumming in my mouth - sometimes they shove hard and shoot down my throat but most keeping pumping and gradually fill my mouth with his warm, thick seed. I love holding it there, and swallowing it only when I'm looking him in the eyes just so he'll know he was right when he called me a dirty slut. While I like being invited to stay, put my head on his chest while we lay in bed and listen to his breathe....I love when, after he's cum, he tells me to grab my coat and leave. It makes me feel used. I love the next few weeks as I wonder (hope) that he gave me an STD - a feeling that continues until I get my tests back. I know I could get tested before then, but I like not knowing one way or the other so I tend to drag it out a little bit. I walk around with a smile on my face that the rest of the world doesn't understand. I love that one day, I just may sit down with my doctor and she says...."Well, you're HIV positive now...."

We're all swimming in the deep end of the pool on this - and I've always believed that if you're going to be free to make your own choices, you have to take the consequences. Never has that been more true than in this community. I said in my very first thread here that I'm at the age where I'm not going to question my motivations on this. Those that have the virus have the larger responsibility - whether or not to infect someone with a virus that's 100% fatal sooner or not. Those of us wanting to get infected...it's incumbent upon us to all our homework going into it, so we can make an informed choice. The word I'm trying to find is, "Consent" and this site is big on it. Swim as deep as you'd like, even in the really dark waters but just know - and accept - your own actions. The only person responsible for my actions is me. If I'm ever gifted, I'm going to have high and low moments - eleation and despair...and I've already accepted that. Whatever choice you're going to make, it has to be one with which you can live.

Not all of us live in places with bath houses, adult book stores, gay bars, etc. I'm really searching for a website that connects me with local poz men -and once gifted, will help me connect with neg men that likewise want to be converted. In a perfect world I'd be a cum dump on call for all the truckers passing through town, wanting either a blow job or to just tie my wrists to the headboard and pound me without mercy. Eventually I'd get pozzed. I'd do it right, too....I'd be the kind of guy that would drop what he's doing to service someone.