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Mike was only a week out of hospital and still quite weak the afternoon two of the five international students came to the ice fishing hut. We were just squeezing this pozing session in as spring was coming on. The hut would soon be stored again at Mike and Stan's farm. The eager chasing student had brought along his dark, hairy, chubby buddy for moral support. Before we got started the chaser's buddy asked him, "You sure you fuckin want to go through with this? You know I think it's a very bad idea. You can back out now and no one will judge you." The buddy looked to Mike and I for agreement. The chaser gulped and said "Just give me a moment." He rapidly took down three shots of tequila and sucked in a couple bowls full from a bong. He drunkenly pulled off all his clothes and climbed into my sling. "Give it to me now before I loose my nerve." He took two big sniffs of poppers before Mike pushed his big raw toxic cock in balls deep. Though weak Mike was in pozing top heaven and managed to rail the chasers eager ass like the pro top he was. He knew he couldn't keep this up long in his weakened state. It would need to be a quick pump and dump no matter how much he longed to savor the momentous moment of his first gifting. When his breath became ragged he said to his chasing bottom, "I shouldn't, but I'll give you one last chance to ask me to pull out. Take it or there's no turning back." "Fuck! I don't know" slurred the neg bottom. "I don't know. I don't fuckin know." He was silent as Mike's full balls continued to slap his butt cheeks. The chaser took a couple more hits of poppers and cried out, "Fuck it! Fuck me! Poz me with your toxic tool. Knock me up!" Mike was already unloading in his negative ass and the bottom cried out with tears streaming, "No! No! Don't. I can't ... Fuck! Fuck, you did it! You just bred me didn't you? Tell me you're fucking with me. You're really not poz and toxic. Tell me!" "No fucking way kid! I gave you your chance. You begged me to knock you up." "I tried to tell you not to go through with this. I begged you not to." From the bottom's chubby friend. "Shit, fuckin shit! What am I going to do now " still crying from the sling. He downed a couple of quick shots as quickly as I could pour them. Then he turned to me with resolve, "You got anymore poz friends. Call them up, get them over here, let's make sure this takes. While you do that Mike's going to fill me with as many loads as he can muster." Mike was meekly unloading for the third and final time when Flint arrived. The burly teddy bear made a quick job of his massive toxic pump and dump. "More, more ... I need more. I can't go through the agony of longing and questioning again!", cried the chaser. I had already called my dealer and he was on his way. Flint managed to deposit another three loads before my dealer arrived with his bag of goodies. Our chaser recieved a meth slam followed by my dealer. My dealer couldn't keep from sneaking glances at the now shirtless dark hairy buddy. The buddy responded to the dealer's attention by moving to the head of the sling leaning in and making out with the dealer as the dealer raw fucked his buddy in the sling. An intoxicated fuck frenzy followed with both participants exploding at the same time. My dealer pulled out and circled in behind the dark buddy college student. Embracing the hairy chest with one arm my dealer began unbuckling the buddies belt and unbuttoning his pants. As his ear was being nibbled the buddy informed my dealer."You can undress me. You can even slam me with meth. But, you are not going to fuck me. You understand!?" My dealer was quick to finish stripping the student and getting him into the sling. In no time his arm was banded and the slam delivered. The students arm was raised and coughing ensued. My dealer's naked cock was up the students ass before the coughing stopped. "Oh fuck man! That feels so good. I'm so fuckin horny and my ass is so hungry for your naked dick. Please fuck me for a bit; but don't cum! Be sure to pull out. Understand" Not a word from my dealer who just pounded away. "Oh yeah man. I love your raw cock in me. Don't stop. Keep fuckin me bareback... fuck yeah! I love it!" My dealer's ragged voice eventually emerged from his heavy breathing, "Yeah you hairy bareback slut. I'm close. Gonna knock you up." "No, no, don't cum. And for God's sake don't stop. Just fuck me 'til I ask you to pull out. You can unload in my mouth if you want." Slamming in harder and deeper the top groaned, "Argh... ooooh ... too ... late fucker! Take my poz babies! Loading your sorry ass so deep I'm surprised my toxins ain't comin out yo mouth... What did you expect? Once my raw poz pistol was in you I wasn't stopping. You just shot your last negative load bitch." With that the bottom realized his hairy chest and belly were covered with his own white spooge. Within the month the chasing college student was astounded to get a negative HIV test. He went back to the clinic a month later only to confirm that he indeed had somehow not been infected by the multiple poz loads from three guys. His hairy classmate and buddy on the other hand came down with a raging case of fuck flu within three weeks of his poz breeding. He held no malice for the drug dealer inviting Mike, Flint, Mike's friend and the drug dealer to seal the deal by charging his ass while his system was so vulnerable and week. By end of the spring term he proudly sported a biohazard tattoo on the back of his shoulder. At the bottom of his spinal cord an arrow could barely be seen through his dense hair. It pointed at his ass and had the word 'raw' prominently tattooed above it.

The drug enhanced orgy went on for many hours. All first loads,save one, were pumped into my ass. I couldn't believe how turned on I was receiving Mike's friend's load. I had not known I was taking a charged load when I first got knocked up with HIV. Dozens of guys had bred me in the two months before dropping with the fuck flu, so I didn't know who or how many had infected me. Here I was being filled with a toxic recharge and it was such a turn on. Of course I was safe and enjoyed putting my meds to a test. I also knew had I been in Flint's position I to would be taking the same risk. I don't know how many guys went home with loaded asses; but, I knew, everyone but Mike had had raw cock up there. Even my dealer! In fact he took the third load from Mike's poz friend. Mike had the worst case of fuck flu within a week and a half. Who could have guessed such a sturdy fit farmer could be laid flat in hospital for two weeks? My drug dealer delivered what he was sure was his first poz load into my eager ass at the fishing hut within a month. He was surprised a smaller third load could do the job. After all, he'd taken a number of non-medicated poz loads over the years and stayed negative. But, he was resigned to his fate, and excited to share his strain by fucking and administering blood slams. Flint was devastated! He had been certain a strong burly bear like himself could get away with taking one toxic load. That was right up until the moment the poz top started unloading in his vulnerable guts. He'd lost the gambit, and wept apologizing to his wife as she nursed him through the fuck flu. She was deeply disappointed but not really surprised. She knew her teddy bear's voracious appetite for sex and had known for years he would eventually take it up the ass. Besides, she shared his mammoth sexual appetite and looked forward to pegging him in the near future. How could she judge?

The slam gangbang wasn't going to fit in the ice fishing hut so I moved the sling to our basement wreck room. Every guy I invited was a top or vers and either had experience getting slammed or was looking for the opportunity. A special HIV blood slam donor for Mike was among the crowd. It was Mike's friend from the Las Vegas trip. He had won his wager and now sported a huge viral load. The biggest surprise was my neighbor Flint. Our wives were going to be away shopping and he, like me, wanted to experiment with his wild side. I made sure my bar was well stocked for the party. Mike provided lots of white powder to sniff. My drug dealer had lots of experience with slamming chrystal meth and was a straight top that enjoyed tapping a gay ass from time to time: as long as the gay or bi guy was butch. It seemed every participant brought their own favorite brand of poppers. And of course the lube I provided was laced to guarentee a horny good time for bottom and top alike. When I realized the extent of intoxicating power in the room I wanted to encourage every guy to set 911 on their speed dial. I was terrified and the adrenaline rush that caused had me hornier than a school boy even before I had any intoxicants in my system. When everyone was well lubricated from booze and a few lines Mike's buddy plugged his play list into my sound system. He turned up the volume to "It's Raining Men." He moved to the center of the floor and proclaimed for all to hear. "Great start fellas, let's step it up a bit." He was already starting an erotic striptease slowly and seductively unbuttoning his stylish transparent floral shirt. His arms, chest and eight pack were very well developed and adorned perfectly with lots of tribal tattoos. He held every man's attention as his shirt hit the floor. His hips gyrated and he started unbuttoning his tight butt accentuating jeans as he danced around the circle planting a passionate kiss on every guy's lips. He recruited assistants to remove his boots, socks and jeans revealing his 10 and a 1/2 inch erection which he stood and stroking to the music. It was one of those beautiful cocks with a perfect upward curve that any bottom knows will nail their prostate just right. He danced over to Mike, pulling Mike's shirt over his head revealing Mike's beautiful hairy body. Others pitched in to get Mike fully naked. Mike was escorted to the sling and helped into it. Mike protested, "I'm not a bottom." His poz friend put a shushing finger to his lips. A circle of semi clad mostly naked men now stood around the occupied sling. My jock strap wearing dealer administered Mike's first meth slam. Arm in the air, coughing jag finished Mike's saucer eyes showed he was ready. Mike's poz friend put a needle to his own arm and began to carefully draw a plunger full of tainted blood. Every guys cock was out and rock hard as he slowly, directly and seductively delivered the blood slam into Mike's vein. Mike was so overcome with emotion that tears of joy streamed down his face. Viral blood slam delivered Mike's poz friend moved in between Mike's stirruped legs and his naked cock taped at Mike's vulnerable hole. Mike smiled big time finding enough energy to gently push the fuck tool away. "My arm's all you get. Fuck! I'm so fuckin high and horny I need to get out of this thing and fuck one of your holes." While Mike was assisted out of the sling my drug dealer slammed Mike's friend, me, and Flint. Mike's raw cock was up my ass as soon as my coughing jag ended. It felt amazing! Mike's poz friend was in the sling with Flint's naked monster pounding his ass into next week. By now it was hard to hear anything over the coughing, groans and rutting throughout the room. However I did hear Flint speak to Mike's friend. "I'm so fuckin horny. I need to give up my ass. Give me my first fuck ever." Mike's friend smiled and said, "Take your pick man. Every guy in this room would love to break your gorgeous hairy bear cherry I'm sure." "Fuck that," responded Flint. "I want your cock and load man." "You sure?! I'll likely knock you up." "I don't want pozed but I'm not passing up this gamble. I'm just too fuckin horny for your big cock man, and you alone. " As Flint climbed in the sling Mike's friend asked if I was okay with him giving his first load to Flint. It was supposed to be my gangbang after all. I gave my surprised enthusiastic assent as another naked cock pushed up my ass. When Mike's friend was getting close we heard Flint bellow, "Give it to me man! Just try to poz this negative bear ass. Give it your best shot. Fill me ...awgh ...FUCK ...FUCK... FUCK. You're unloading aren't you?! ... Fuck, fuck ... what did I just do? What the fucking hell did I just do?!"

10, and I loved every load they deposited.

Brad led the Cuban cum pig to their bed. Brent captured their naked snogging session on video. They both loved passionate deep kissing and kept a lip lock as Brad sat on Lu's raw cock. They almost sucked each other's tongues out as Brad kept plunging up and down on Lu's steal hard rod. Lu grunted with satisfaction every time Brad slammed down hard enough to wind him. ⁹ Catching his breath, "Hey man! I thought you were the one pozing me!" "Oh, I'm going to my sexy friend. I just need you to breed me, feltch it out, and snowball it back to me so I can lube you up with your own cum. " smiled Brad Lu's deep dark eyes sparkled and he doubled his efforts to push into Brad as Brad continued to bounce on his raw fuck stick. Lu was already getting close but when Brad stuck a finger in Lu's ass deeply scratching his gut lining he could hold back no longer. His whole body convulsed and he shot rope after rope deep into Brad's happy hole. Immediately Brad jumped off Lu's cock, turned and presented his cummy hole to Lu's welcoming mouth. Lu went to town sucking out a mouthful of his own fresh cum. Brad laid on his back and Lu snowballed cum into Brad's open mouth. Transfer successful Brad proceeded to Lu's ass and tongued the creamy mixture into the red and angry hole. By now Lu's legs were over Brad's shoulders and Brad's poz cock was deep in the vulnerable negative ass. Brad licked all the cum off Lu's thick black beard before kissing Lu's luscious lips. Lu's grunts and groans of satisfaction were intoxicating. Brad was so excited to infect his first negative bottom it didn't take long to give over his prize of highly toxic cum. His orgasm was so violent and intense; and, Lu was so excited for this gift that Lu had another intense orgasm. This one hands free with enough cum to once again coat his thick black beard and lips. Brad remained pinning Lu to the bed, ass up and plugged. He wanted his gift to stay in deep and seep through Lu's vulnerable gut walls. "Wow" proclaimed Lu. "Thank you! That was fuckin fantastic! Thank you, thank you, thank you for such a magnificent poz fuck." "No, thank you! This is such a fuckin rush! I feel so bloody powerful! I feel like I own you with my poz dick and toxic cream claiming your life. I've marked you as my own fuckin poz cum pig." Brad went on, "In fact do you feel what I feel?" "You're fucking hard again! Breed me again man. Feed my neg ass with more poz babies!" beamed Lu. Brent captured the next three breedings on camera. Brad videoed Brent in a threesome with Frank and Hal for Brent's cameo appearance. They all managed a synchronized orgasm while spit roasting Brent. Frank taking Brent's load down his throat. Hal's eleven inches unloading deep in Brent's ass. The final edit showed the black cock ever so slowly being drawn out of the stretched contrasting white ass. When the thick head plopped out a generous flow of cum followed. Again Brent did a brilliant job of editing what turned into a two part series. These clips were even more popular than Brad's sero-conversion video. All Brent's spare time became consumed by porn video production. He added Lu and Hal to his roster as he kept filming Brad's pozing adventures. Hal's specialty became public sex. Washrooms, glory holes, dance floors, parking lots. Requests poured in from guys wanting to be tapped as their asses were stretched and bred by Hal's eleven inche wonder. He even managed to talk a couple of uniformed cops into take it at night on the side of a country road. This was the only video Brent would blur the bottoms faces and alter their voices. It attracted tonnes of attention to Hal's page. Between his regular work and all this extra effort his burgeoning porn stars Brent became stretched beyond his limits. His sleep became very erratic. Some nights he filmed or edited into the wee small hours. Others, he would wake scrambling from bed to frantically write down his brilliant ideas for hot scenes. He began skipping the odd meal and his compliance to his PreP prescription became quite erratic.

You're out and his poz cum is in. Nicely developed story.

I don't know how long my sex marathon, scotch and ibuprofen induced sleep lasted. It was after dark when consciousness emerged with the sound of a snowmobile coming to a stop outside. In walked Mike. His seven and a half inches was up my naked hole before he even started removing his clothes. My hole was so soar I begged off telling him of my thirteen load afternoon adventure. He honoured my request and stripped off to join me. I must have cranked the heat to max before falling asleep. We proceeded to sniff lines as we finished off the 40 ouncer of scotch. In his high and tipsy state he was eager to tell me about his week away in Vegas. He'd gone down with a friend to escape winter, do some gambling, party and take in some shows. But they hadn't told anyone the most important reason. The friend was going to a conversion party. The friend was offering up his negative chasing ass for five high viral load guys three days in a row. He gambled on coming home with 34 poz loads to fulfill his destiny of sero-conversion. In his alcohol and drug induced loose tongue Mike confessed that he couldn't get the idea of converting out of his mind ever since the international student had begged for a poz load. This longing had only grown as he watched his buddies face lite up with load after load of toxic jiz being pumped into him. Mike knew he himself needed to experience shooting a toxic load into that student. He felt it was his destiny to infect that young man and who knows how many others. I was astounded and asked if he had offered up his negative top ass in Vegas with his buddy. "No fuckin way man! Nobody is putting anything up my ass. I tried with my finger a few years ago, no offense buddy, it's just not my thing. " "Then how do you expect to get infected top man?" "You are going to help me get an infected blood slam my friend. I'm going to take high viral load blood directly into my system." He slurred on, "And hey buddy, I had another mind blowing experience in Vegas. We hired a gay escort and had a slam threesome. Fuck man you gotta do it. The rush as he brought that needle to my tied off arm alone was worth it. After I raised my arm and the coughing jag passed the warmth and horniness that blasted through my body was unbelievable. I was even tempted to let them fuck me. I fucked and blasted in the two guys in fifteen minutes. It was so fuckin intense. " We made a blood pact then and there to get slammed together within the next two weeks. My slamming for a bareback gangbang his to infuse his blood stream with the HIV virus. He scratched inside my already torn up hole, slashed two of his fingers with my fishing knife, and swabbed his blood into my ass. We sealed the deal when he pulled out and stuck the bloody cum ass juice covered fingers in my mouth. This brotherly love ritual got me so horned up I begged him to rape my already aching ass. He quickly obliged, loaded my ass, again scooped and fed me with his bloody fingers. He stuffed them so far down my throat I was choking on them. "Do it again, rape my ass while choking me!", my greedy response.

( ***Warning. This installment has a very brief reference to 'bi' sexual activity. Please don't read on if you find such material offensive. ***) It was a clear crisp day as I parked to cross the ice to my hut. The very first hint of spring was in the air. The temperature was still below freezing but just. With the warmth of the sun I didn't need all the cumbersome layers, gloves, toque and scarf. I started out with my coat wide open and my customary button down shirt half open anticipating the day that I might soon be able to take in the sun naked. Mike had been away for a week. I didn't know when he would return. I had a little action over the week but not much. I could see lots of guys at the closest cluster of ice huts. I decided to take a wander through and greet some of the guys I knew. Besides I might get lucky. As I stepped out on the ice Flint called my name. Flint was a big dirty blonde bear of a man. 6' 6"s, 250 lbs of jovial teddy bear. He, his wife and five kids lived close to us. He fucked me with his beer can sized man meat the night my wife and I had he and his wife over for a bisexual foursome. His cock was literally the diameter and length of a beer can. Just the best length to actually feel his cum pump into me. His wife had laughed watching my facial response to the flooding I was receiving. Smiling she said, "I know, right!" Fuck the walk! I needed a repeat performance and I needed it now. I reached into my pants making sure Flint saw me adjust my growing erection. He was on board already unbuttoning his flannel shirt exposing more of his thickly carpeted blonde chest and belly. We retreated between a pickup and large van. After a brief period of intensely kissing his gorgeous bearded face and lips he turned me to lean me against the van. I dropped my jeans and he hungrily ate and spit a gallon of saliva in my eager ass. Figuring I was well lubricated he stood and began to wedge his naked beer can cock into my stretched hole. I was stretched to the max. It took some time and effort but he finally got the entire thick shaft in and gave me a moment to adjust. When I nodded my readiness he began a rhythmic fuck that consumed my whole world. I had not heard the arrival of another vehicle, but I did hear the cat calls of five guys walking by and watching us fuck in such a public place. Three walked on by. Two stepped closer and fished out their cocks. One of them clapped his buddy on the shoulder proclaiming, "Look, he's taking it bareback. Now that's my idea of a real man." Flint just kept pounding as our audience moved in even closer between the two vehicles. In spite of the cold, sweating profusely, Flint proclaimed to our active observers, "Now here's how a real man does it ... argh, auurrrg ... real ... men ... never ... pull... oouuutt!" I felt all eight volleys blast and coat my gut walls. As soon as Flint pulled out one of our onlookers was inside me and soon his sperm was swimming with Flint's massive load. When he pulled out I realized a new audience member had arrived and was claiming my ass with his raw tool. He didn't last long as the other original observer was fucking him. I got the fourth guys load as well. Great start to the day. I hadn't even left the parking lot and was squeezing my ass cheeks to hold in four fresh loads. I joined my breeder team to walk them out to their huts. I spent the rest of the afternoon sucking down loads and taking man after man up my ass. No idea how many loads I swallowed but I know another nine loads tried to find space to stay in my sloppy ass. There was no hiding the wet spot in the back of my jeans when I finally retreated to my own hut to take a much needed rest.

I do luv the big ones that unload deep down my throat. But a cock is a cock and I love loads in my mouth. The little ones may not give as intense a fuck. But I love that when they unload in my ass I'm more likely to feel the cum. Not just the convulsions. I enjoy both. At this point in Covid, any cock will do just fine!

Brad loved Brent. Brad loved sex with Brent. Brad loved that Brent had opened their relationship. He had always been very, very horny. Now that he was HIV positive his libido was over the top and he just wanted to have sex with any and every human with a dick. Watching the video of his gifting and infection sent him into outer space with excitement every time. He couldn't think of anything other than wanting to infect his first negative bottom. The video was outstanding! It turned out Brent had a natural artistic gift, both filming and editing. They had decided to publish the video on their own 'Just for Fans' page and it immediately went viral. The proceeds raised were more than enough to replace Brad's income and cover his tuition for massage school. It was clear Brent also had the superior mind for business. He knew Brad was incredibly impatient to poz a willing negative bottom, and he was excited to watch and film this. However, he saw this opportunity as a video cash cow for their online 'J for F' account. It became the biggest strain on their relationship but he was able to hold Brad off by locking Brad's dick in a chastity cage for the hosting and orgies they held for the next month and a half. Brad loved sex and his pert ass loved all the attention. He kept a quickly growing tally of his load count on his phone. By the time they were ready to film 'the big event' he was well over three hundred creamy deposits in his deviant Christian sperm collector. Many a bottom had seen his pozing video and begged for the removal of the cage but Brent held firmly to his business plan and artistic vision. With this amount of time actively recruiting on Bbrt they had lined up not one but three chasers. Each more than willing to sign releases allowing their potential infection. The three also knew they were competing with each other for Brad's highly toxic load. Brad would have sex with all three chasers at the same time. The sex would not be scripted and all participants would be free to use any technique the moment called for to bring each other to orgasm as quickly as possible. The first of the three to bring Brad over the top would automatically win and get the rest of Brad's toxic loads dumped in his ass. If two of the contestants shot their wads before Brad the remaining contestant would guarantee himself all of Brad's viral cum. To Brent, but more Brad's relief the day of filming arrived and the two B's welcomed three handsome strangers into their home. The first to arrive was Lu. A dark, hairy and sexy Cuban. He sported a beautiful smile that would melt an iceberg. His warm piercing almost black eyes reached into Brad and Brent's hearts inspiring immediate trust. Frank, a pleasant faced average dad bodied car mechanic arrived next. Even with his clothes on you could tell he had a bit of a beer belly. Brad couldn't care less. Arriving late was Hal, an incredibly beautiful gym bunny of a black man. He was six foot three and didn't have an ounce of fat and muscles for days. He clearly knew how to balance his workout routine for maximum development of every muscle from head to toe. This guy had won big time in the gene pool lottery. Introductions, rules review and some short pleasantries out of the way; Brent dropped the checkered flag and started the camera. Lu proved clearly a leader. As the other three began removing their shoes or shirts he grabbed Brad by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom. But he didn't stop at the bed. He led Brad into the master bath, sat down in the tub, fished his seven and a half inch boner out of his black jeans and proceeded to piss on himself. It was now clear why he had warn a crisp white button down shirt. As the warm yellow liquid sprayed over his tummy, chest and finally into his open mouth more of the shirt became transparent revealing his sexy hairy chest and torso in a way that Brad clearly loved. Frank appeared in only boxers and his five inch cock emerged with a spray of piss cascading over and drenching the hair on Lu's head. Lu was quick to motion Frank closer and began to drink directly from the spout. Brad had never experienced piss play yet decided to indulge fully in this experience. Sitting in the tub the two other dicks were soon drenching his remaining clothing, hair and face. He decided 'in for a penny, in for a pound' and was soon gulping down pee from both spigots. Hal had arrived last in all his naked glory. His thick eleven inch cock at full mast. Brad soon had half this monster down his mouth as Lu maneuvered to piss into Brad's ass. Frank plunged mercilessly into Lu's ass and the full fuckfest was on. Everyone was comfortably vers offering and taking top and bottom positions and switching around often. Soon every cock and ass had been paired at least once. When they got around to showering off all the piss Lu was under the shower head with Brad's raw dick up his hairy ass. Frank was pumping Brad, and the caboose of the fuck train had Hal's eleven inches pistoning Frank. When Hal had pounded Frank a dozen thunderous claps Frank cried out, "No, noooo, fuuuuuuccck!" His sperm flooded Brad's ass. As Frank orgasmed Hal pulled out quickly clearly keeping his hands far from his rod and breathing deeply to hold off his own explosion. Lu, ever the opportunist, was quickly vigorously sucking on Hal's tender member. Brad jumped quickly penetrating Hal's beautiful muscular chocolate ass. Hal was pushed over the edge and Lu was rewarded with more cum than his mouth could hold. Even before Brad pulled out Lu was sharing Hal's cum load in a sloppy kiss with his co-conspirator Brad. With a generous portion of cum dripping down his thick black beard and dark eyes a twinkle the Cuban grabbed Brad by his engorged cock and said, "Let's get to that bed so you can fuck and breed me silly. I need every drop of your tainted seed deep in my guts. Convert me, give me my Poz Prize!"

Scorpion man moved so fast he was on the bed, between my legs and raw cock up my fuck shoot before I knew what was happening. I used all my strength to push him away and quickly pulled my ass off his naked cock cowering at the top of the bed. He just smiled at me, "What's wrong you god damn whore? I can fuckin see and feel your fuck shoot is loaded with the best fuckin lube. Let me fuckin add mine. " "No way man. I got enough diseased cum for one night. " I replied. "Fuckin A man! Good for you hoe! You took his fuckin poz load. Your sorry ass sure as fuckin hell needs mine to make sure you are good and fucked up. You were neg weren't you cock sucker." He was not angry. His vocabulary was just spiced liberally with þcurses. "I'm negative. He didn't poz me. Or at least he didn't admit to that. He told me he was ripe with syphilis. Dumped his sick load in me." He was very excited, "Fuckin evil syphilis! That's fuckin great! Don't tell me this is your first fuckin case!" "Dah, yeah!" I grunted. "Fuckin A man! It's a god damn gay right of passage! Jesus fuckin Christ, let me suck that fuckin boner faggot." I really hadn't noticed 'til those words were out of his filthy mouth; but, he was right, I had a raging hardon and with no response from me his hot lips sucked it in. He was very talented with his oral skills and I quickly started letting down my guard. I decided this level of sexual engagement was safe enough to meet my risk reduction standards. As I began to recline he got better access to more of my stiff shaft. We both shifted so I was flat on my back and he really went to town deep throating my entire rod. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my hands instinctively began controlling his head. There was not an ounce of resistance to the facefuck I was giving him. Not even when I held him down with the hair of my balls firmly planted on his chin. When I finally let him up for air his eyes twinkled. Before I could push again he dived back on. I could feel his tonsils messaging my turgid head. I knew I was close. He whipped off of me urging, "Don't fuckin cum, don't fuckin shoot dick tard." I was afraid it might be too late but with some deep breaths the urge passed. He seemed to be finely tuned to my energy and returned to his oral ministrations. This time gobbling in my hairy balls, one then the other and eventually both. Quickly I was moaning my pleasure and his tongue sought out my taint, eventually snaking into my cummy hole. The more he rimmed and tongue lashed my hole the hornier I got. The words were out of my mouth before there meaning registered in my brain, "Fuuuuuuccck meeee!" In a flash he shifted position and had his luscious raw cock in my vulnerable hole. Again I tried to push him off as I cried, "No, no, get out!" "You fuckin cock tease faggot hole. You fuckin screamed, Fuck me!" "No. No. Yes! I .. I think ... I meant fuck me with your tongue. " He persistently pushed deeper inside me. My ever hardening cock, moans, and lack of real resistance betrayed me. He took a firm grasp of my erection, "Fuckin faggot! Tell me you're not fuckin loving skin on fuckin skin with my god damn poz pistol." "Yes. Yes" I moaned. "I love it but you've got to stop." My words were one thing, my body continued to send a totally contradictory message. Not only had I stopped pushing him away my ass was literally sucking in as much of his naked fuck tool as it could manage. Why was I pushing onto his dangerous pole? When he shifted position while so deeply inside me his cock head began to tap my prostate. The tapping escalated to pounding and I instinctively grabbed my engorged dick just in time to flood my face with the biggest load from the most intense orgasm of my life. "Argh! Awww! Fuckin Jeessuus key-riset! Poozzing yo assss ho! You god damn fuckin poz cum magnet! That was what you fuckin wanted from the moment you saw my fuckin tattoo you piece of shit! Say fuckin thank you!" "Fuckin thank you." What did I just say? "That's what I fuckin thought you fuckin pig. You're on fuckin PreP aren't you slut? You fuckin coward!" "That's the problem, I'm not..." And then I noticed the door was wide open. My syphilis donor was standing squarely with a group of guys huddled behind him. How long had they been there? How much had they seen? How much had they heard?

Even I could not imagine all the delights that would occur in the fishing hut over the season. My whirlwind fuck and breeding session to start the season took off like a snowball gaining speed rolling down a steep hill. My hungry ass just kept collecting more and more creamy loads. Mike barely missed a day of pounding me in my sling. His dad Stan came two or three times per week. Every day was a party fueled by booze, or cannabis, Tina or G and often a rich mix of them all topped off with high grade poppers. I was high and horned out at least eighty percent of the time. It was a good thing business was slow 'cause I didn't have much energy left for work or my wife. Thankfully she had found her own bevy of new playmates, male and female. Even in the midst of such a fucking frenzy I had a few highlight days. 1) A group of five international students from our local college. 2) A thirteen load day from a wander through the closest ice hut community. 3) My first meth slam! I don't know how they found me. One of them must have come across me on Scruff or Bbrt. They hadn't contacted me, they just showed up at my door. Lucky it was a day I had actually been hanging around using the hut for it's intended purpose. At first I thought they had been wandering around on the lake ice and just wanted to expand their educations regarding this unique Canadian custom of ice fishing. They humoured me with small talk about fishing for about a half hour. The heat and humidity was getting pretty intense with six bodies shoehorned into such a small space. The darkest skinned lad pulled off his tshirt exposing a lush carpet of long straight black hair covering most of his torso and back. He was enough on the chunky side to be transitioning from otter to bear. This site got my cocks attention and started tenting my kacie shorts. The slim Indian guy on my right reached up my pant leg and began stroking me to full attention. Clothes started flying off everyone like a den of snakes shedding their skins all in the same moment. Two of the young men stood and turned me to lean against the wall. Immediately a hot tongue was rimming me and two mouths were working my cock. The bearish guy was soon raw fucking the most petite young man in the far corner. I directed someone to retrieve my special laced lube and noticed that all but the bearish guy were working it into their hairy holes, and mine! The first cock to enter my ass was quite small yet iron hard. He very quickly was splashing a nice size load into my delighted inner sanctum. The next cock was on an average sized olive skinned young man. It was a massive eleven inches. I don't know where the coke came from but after he creamed a big load into me I could see guys sniffing lines. One of them was happily having his ass railed as the white powder vacuumed up his nostril. I'm sure anyone passing the hut within a hundred meters wouldn't have mistaken the grunts, groans and curses for anything other than the orgasmic orgy somehow contained in the small ice cabin. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole structure was rocking. I'm surprised the walls didn't bulge and break apart. My ass, and a few others, were certainly being stretched apart. The last of the five cocks to enter my fuck shoot was the dark bearish guy. His tool was a nice six and a half inches long, but one of the thickest members my sorry ass had ever accommodated. I was very glad I had at least seven loads up there providing the best lube. He started slow and steady. As he picked up pace and power I needed three guys holding me to keep him from driving me through the wall. With no warning he blasted what felt like a gallon to join the copious cum in and leaking from my hole. Amazing since I knew he'd already bred two of his college mates. He had just finished with me when Mike came through the door. He was carrying a new stash of white powder and generously shared it around. Three guys were very keen to have Mike claim their asses and he was happy to oblige. The first asked enthusiastically if Mike could poz him. He informed us he'd been chasing for six months and hadn't even found a toxic load. Mike declared his negative status but suggested if I were asked nicely I might go off meds to do the deed. I said maybe for the sake of keeping things playful and lite but really couldn't see myself doing it.

Raw cock head pressuring his vulnerable hole Brad couldn't believe his ears. "Fuck, you sure hon?" "Couldn't be more sure", smiled Brent "So are you really poz?" Brad asked the stranger. "Oh yeah" the casual response. "But you must be undetectable. Right?" "Fuck no! I have a massive viral count. Your hubby invited me to knock you up Brad. Happy Valentine's." "Fuuuuuuccck mee! Are you sure Brent?" Brent responded, "It's what you want babe. I just want to see my hubby happy. Besides, I started PreP three months ago. Go for it buddy!" By this point the thick head had penetrated Brad's stretched outer ring. The gifter knew to allow lots of time for Brad to adjust to his massive member. After a couple minutes of pushing he'd only gotten an inch and a half into Brad. Brad stopped his breeder and motioned for him to sit on the couch. Brad then climbed up and straddled his new fuck buddy looking him straight in the eyes. He proceeded to sit on the massive naked poz pole. His grimace had a sheen of joy as he slowly yet steadily sank down on the stiff rod. He hesitated a split second but painfully pushed on down to break through his second ring. As the pain transitioned to pure pleasure he began bouncing as if riding at the rodeo. His gifter certainly had endurance as they fucked in four or five different positions over the next hour or so. Brent also now naked kept filming accept those times he would stop to suck Brad's cock or eat out the gifters hole. "You guys better be sure about this 'cause your man here is about to get my three day fuckin load flooding his torn up ass. Can't stop me now! Argh! Fuuuuuuccck! Fuuuuuuccck! Fillin you, you fuckin faggot! Only took the one load to infect the other two guys I've knocked up." Brad couldn't feel the cum but counted seven body contractions pulse through his gifter. With the huge naked cock still in Brad Brent managed camera contortions to film himself impaling on Brad's raw cock for the first time ever. Brad was so horned up Brent was barely fully penetrated when Brad's cum spewed into his ass guts. When they were untangled the gifter bent over the couch and received Brent's load deep in his fuck shoot. Two and a half weeks later the gifter was back pumping an insurance load in a very sick and sweaty Brad. As soon as Brad recovered from the fuck flu the high school sweethearts began entertaining a different man every other night of the week and most weekends. Brad registered in massage school, and they practice 'The Art of Bareback Gay Sex.'

Brent and Brad had been together many years. They had been high school sweethearts. Raised in Appalachia in deeply Christian families. Somehow they managed to graduate and get away to college with no one the wiser of their secret. They were roommates and self designed an extra circular course studying 'The Art of Gay Sex. ' They worked out together but were nowhere near gym bunnies or body builders. They were a short cute couple of twinks. After college they moved across the continent to start their careers in Seattle Washington; and, to liberate their sexuality. Their faith upbringing ran deep so they remained monogamous and continued to use condoms. Over the past year they had added gay porn to their sex lives. They were quite taken by surprise to see how much of it was barebacking. In the last three months they had stumbled on pozing porn and found Breeding Zone. They often read each other bed time stories from this site and Brad was particularly drawn to the bug chasing and gift giving fiction. They began to talk often about switching to raw fucking and opening the relationship to play together with other's. However they wanted to wait and start on some special occasion. Brad shared that he was becoming consumed with the idea of getting pozed and the fantasy of pozing willing bottoms. He hated his job and really wanted to become a naked message therapist. They had made a few private videos of their love making and toyed with the idea of creating a 'Just for Fans' account. Brent found this all hot and exciting but didn't share the desire to become poz. As Valentine's day approached Brent was very secretive about the special date he had planned. Brad ordered chocolates and flowers as usual. Brad's favorite meal was delivered by a handsome Uber Eats driver. As the driver was leaving Brent gave him a generous tip and a passionate kiss on the lips. Watching this got Brad so horny he had to reach into his trousers and adjust his growing erection. Brent said, "Great, that's the response I was hoping for." They enjoyed the meal with two bottles of expensive white wine by candle light. They were a bit tipsy when the doorbell rang. Brent made an excuse sending Brad to answer the door. He opened it to see a handsome six foot muscular man in a stylish suit and expensive white shirt half open revealing a carpet of dark hair on his muscular chest. The man at the door asked to be invited in to deliver a singing telegram to Brad. Before singing he removed his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves exposing beautiful hairy well developed arms. Brad moved to Brent's side and they kissed after the romantic little song. Their guest boldly walked over to them and planted kisses on their necks. He then silently motioned for Brad to finish unbuttoning his white shirt. Brad checked with Brent who was beaming. Brad's fingers trembled as he unbuttoned and pulled the shirt tails out. A biohazard tattoo adorned the hair trail leading toward their guests cock. Brad lovingly ran his fingers over the tattoo and the man undid the top of his pants guiding Brad's hand to his growing erection. This was soon peaking out over his 'Skull and Bone' jock strap. As this handsome devil removed the rest of his clothing Brent moved in behind Brad. He embraced Brad and gently started stripping off his clothes. As the muscle stud crouched to take Brad's cock in his mouth Brent said he would be right back. He quickly returned with a video camera trained on his naked lover receiving his first blow job from a stranger. Brad was clearly getting more and more excited, before he could blow his wad the stranger moved him and bent him over the couch. Again the stranger crouched, this time proceeding to eat out Brad's ass. After ten minutes of sloppy hole play the hunk stood, spit on his ten inch thick cock and started to press against Brad's hole. Brad asked Brent for a condom. Brent shook his head and said, "this is our special occasion babe,you don't need one."

As he kept pushing into my ass with the broken condom he looked me in the eye with an evil grin. "Three tries. I have a rule, no more tries. Now I either pull out, take this useless garbage off my cock and finish breeding you. Or I leave it on and pump 'til I dump. Your choice. Either way you get my syphilis load." "Syphilis! You fucking ass hole, you are evil!" "Maybe, I tried to suite up. Since you probably already have it from my precum make your choice." I couldn't get any more words out so he held me more firmly and proceeded to pound my vulnerable ass. In my brain I was crying a terified chorus of 'syphilis, syphilis, syphilis'. Yet at the same time my body betrayed something deeper as my cock just got harder and harder and I was not fighting him. If anything I was pushing my ass further onto his diseased pistol. My erection drew my hand like a strong magnet and I stroked it like there was no tomorrow. With a half dozen firm strokes my cum was flying everywhere and his poisonous load was blasting my guts. When he had caught his breath he collected sperm from my torso with his fingers and fed it to both of us. Then he scooped from around his cock still in my ass and fed me some of his tainted cum. I gobbled it down. He kissed me on the lips, moved to my ear and whispered, "I knew you would love my potent cum up your ass. I knew it all along." With those words of truth he grabbed his towel and left leaving the door to his room wide open. My finger automatically reached into my ass scooping more cum which I sniffed and gobbled down. Yes, I hadn't imagined it. He had bred me and I was loving the toxic load in my ass so much I was feasting on it. What was I thinking? Only then did I notice someone standing and looking through the open door. How much had he seen. It was the gorgeous guy with the scorpion tattoo. Before I managed to say a word he dropped his towel, stepped into the room and pulled the door closed. "My turn", was all he said.

Being kidnapped and left naked in a remote cabin heated by wood located on a very popular snow mobile trail. A large sign on the door informs all those passing the ass inside needs breeding, no loads refused. The kidnappers know that their 'gay/bi riders club' will be passing by for the next three days and nights. A programmed phone has been left to tally the loads and unlocks for me to call for rescue after either the 100th oad, or 7th high viral load. I'm hoping for 6 high viral loads and to have the phone not unlock until well into day three.

'The apple had not fallen far from the tree' with Mike. Stan was an older silver version of his son. He was also clearly not surprised in the least to see Mike naked and on top of me. As Mike pulled out of my ass and turned to his Dad they high fived like a sports team member passing the play to their teammate. Stan greeted me and said to his son. "No condom, eh. So our sling rider is disease free. " Mike responded unabashedly. "No idea Dad! When I'm offered a hole raw I ask no questions, just plunge on in. I actually love the risk of not knowing. Gives me an adrenaline rush. Feeling it now just talking about it. And he didn't ask either." (Winking at me) "So you been tested lately." "A bareback bottom cum slut of my vintage. You can count on me being Poz. But I'm on meds and undetectable. As for other stuff? Haven't been tested in a while, but no obvious symptoms. What do you say Stan? Your son has my ass well lubed. You are welcome to wear a condom if you want." Stan had already been removing his clothes and by the time his boxers came off he was sporting a raging hard on. I meant what I said, but I was disappointed when he retrieved a rubber and rolled it on his magnificent member. I hate the feeling of a sheathed dick and this was no exception. He pushed in balls deep roughly and started a vigorous fuck right away. My disappointment was distracted a bit as Mike fed me his cock covered in his cum and my ass juices. After a short ten strokes Stan pulled out and ripped off the condom. "Are you sure you're okay with me fucking you raw? I so want to feel your cum flooded cunt!" "Fuck yeah man! I prefer you bareback. Give me everything you've got! Hell, father son cum, that'll be a first even for me. " He needed no further encouragement and his naked cock head was pounding my prostate. After about twenty minutes he left his naked cock in me deep but stopped for a breather. His son's fuck tool was back at full attention as he moved around and started eating out his father's ass. After a couple moments Mike stood and whispered in his Dad's ear. Stan smiled and said, "You want to fuck me raw? That would be a first for us. From what I've just learned about you barebacking history I shouldn't let you. But I'm feeling that adrenaline rush you talked about. Go ahead, but only on one condition. Don't pull out, I haven't been bred in years." He may not have been bred for years but the ease with which he accepted his son's naked cock proved he was no stranger to welcoming a fuck stick. Nothing had changed in my ass, but everything had ramped up. The [banned word] of watching a son breeding his Dad as his dad was raw fuckin me made me hornier than I could remember. It was not long 'til Stan was convulsing from head to toe mixing his sperm with his son's. His ass contractions simultaneously milked any remaining cum out of his son. For the second time my hands free orgasm had my load spraying the wall of the hut. Stan reached over me and lapped up all the cum he could find as his son returned to feltch out his father's freshly fucked hole. As cum was passed among all three mouths I found myself getting hard again. Without asking permission I slipped out of the sling, moved in behind Stan and plunged in raw. Mike started cleaning his Dad's messy cock. The cleaning turned into a deep throat face fuck with Stan's hands firmly guiding his son's head. When Stan's whole body spasmed this time his sperm was shooting past his son's tonsils. I was surprised to muster up another load which I planted deep in Stan's guts to join his son's load. The season may have had a late start; but it was clearly a fuckin fantastic start.

Are references to other STD's than HIV allowed in this section?

Very hot. Loosing your virginity and getting knocked up all in one. I'm sure this horny twink has more pozing adventures to share as we beat off.

The Male lead in 'Black Panther'

Great story. Got me fuckin hard and shot my wad!

After another quick shower I enjoyed watching a guy in a sling get bred. Another finger found it's way up my hole and I decided I better get prepared for what seemed inevitable. I made my way to the front desk and bought a kit to clean out. I decided I would be prepared for a safe condom fuck. As I was showering after my douche a guy I know from the choir I sing in slipped under the shower head beside me. I had never seen him naked before. He was a pretty average looking slim guy; but his dick was anything but average. How could I not have noticed the bulge this uncut dark beauty must have created in his pants. He noticed me staring, smiled and started soaping up his crotch and magnificent man meat. Clearly his intention had gone from cleaning to stroking. I watched as it proved to be not just a shower but also a grower. Not quite as thick as a beer can and at least ten inches in length. His voice broke me out of my angling trance. "I want to fuck you. Let's finish here and go to my room." He had a regular room. Bed, mirrored walls, TV screen high on one end playing bareback porn and the light on but dimmed. We stripped off our towels as soon as the door was closed. He had me lie face down. No kissing, no fondling. It looked like this would progress as straight forward as his declaration in the shower. His hands spread my ass cheeks and his tongue penetrated my hole. I realized his tongue must be as amazing as his cock by the depth he was able to achieve. His technique was slow and sensuous at times, and fast and furious at other times. I was amazed at his endurance. After five minutes I was preparing my mind and body for the onslaught of his monster fuck stick. He transitioned from tongue fuck to eating out my tender hole. What started as a tender nibbles became bites and chewing of my ass lips just below an intolerable pain level. His technique and endurance was utterly astonishing. I lost track of time so consumed by pleasure. Finally his lips and licking started to move up my ass crack. He kissed his way up my spine and began to nibble lightly on my neck. Waves of chills and trembling moved throughout my body as something started to message my outer ring. When I thought I could take no more my hole was penetrated and I snapped to my senses. "No! No, you need to wear a condom. Pull out! You need a condom!" I cried. "Relax dude, that's just a finger. Don't worry ", his calm response. "Oh ... okay. That's okay. But you'll need a condom. " "Relax dude. Let me play with this tight hole. Let me get it good and ready. " And he did. One finger led to two. Two fingers l led to three. When the fourth finger was added I thought my ass couldn't stretch anymore. Yet at the same time it felt fantastic and my moans of pleasure just kept egging him on. To my amazement he added his thumb and proceeded with a vigorous pneumatic pulsing drilling motion. I thought I would split in two as I anticipated his knuckles breaking through and that I'd be recieving my first ever fist fuck. He seemed to know the limit to pound but not break through. After about three minutes he stopped and whispered in my ear. "This ass is now ready for my monster cock." I just nodded my head. With his naked cock head pressing against my eager hole I cleared my throat. "Hmm. Um ... you are forgetting something." "Oh shit man! Do you really want one of those. My raw skin is going to feel so much better." "I know. But yes, you need to wear a condom." "Oh man, I hate those things. They make my dick go flaccid. Please! I so want to fuck this tight ass." "No, sorry. Condom or no fuck. No matter how much I want you in me. I don't know you well enough. Fuck, I don't know anyone well enough to go raw. Besides, I already had one slip up and I'm not going through that worry again. Suite up or I'll have to ship out!" "Okay! Okay!" He was clearly frustrated. "Role over and put your legs up. I want to eat your ass as I put this on. Then I want to fuck you missionary and see your face as this monster breaches your fortress." His excellent ass eating resumed as I could hear him wrestle with the package and condom. As quick as it started it ended and I could see him looking down in distress. "It broke." He tried again and that one broke as well. I asked if he'd brought any extra large and he confessed he didn't think he'd need them. I tried to role the next one on and had better luck. He started to ease into my hole and it hurt like hell. I took deep breaths, urged him to add more lube and pleaded for him to go slow. When he was three inches in I felt the rubber snap hitting my inner gut walls. Clearly he was too big for the regular condoms the bathhouse provided. The pain in my but was both excruciating and exhilarating all at the same time.

As I realized whose finger was snaking up my ass the young freshly poz bred latino popped off his inseminater, jumped off the bed, and backed onto my raging hard on. This happened so quickly it took me a minute to realize I was about to be sandwiched into a bareback threesome fuck. By this point the scorpion tattoo cock was pushing at my hole. Part of me wanted to say, "What the hell, why resist?" But instinctively I pushed the latino off my cock and bolted from the intruder behind me. I ran and refreshed myself with a quick shower. Then I sat in front of a bank of porn screens to collect myself and calm my heartbeat. By now it was clear to me I was not going to be satisfied by just watching guys have sex. I figured the easiest and safest way to proceed would be to get to the 'slurp ramp' and suck on a cock or two. That area of the bathhouse was particularly crowded, with almost wall to wall guys that I needed to manoeuvre my way into. Some were reaching and touching my junk through my towel. Some were offering to suck me; but, I knew I needed a hard cock in my mouth. I came upon a handsome Asian guy whose eyes clearly communicated, "Do me." So I just squatted down right there in the crowd, removed his towel and sucked his five inch erection into my mouth. It wasn't large but it was hard and felt good to be taking part in the action. Looking up to check his response I saw his head thrown back. Clearly he was enjoying my ministrations. It was not long before I was rewarded with his salty sweet load. I happily gobbled it down not missing a drop. I stood, we kissed and thanked each other, and we moved on. A standing stall with glory holes at head level was empty. One load in my gut called for more so I hastily moved inside and closed the door to the tight mingling crowd. Within thirty seconds a beautiful eight inch veiny cock penetrated the hole and was instantly down my throat. It took a number of practice runs to get my gage reflex under control but I was determined and persistent. As five minutes of vigorous face fucking passed I began to question my skills. My top seemed no closer to orgasm. Reminding myself he hadn't left I doubted my efforts and pace. I reached up and took a firm grasp of his loose hanging ball sack. Bingo, his balls started to pull up inside his body. Within a minute rope after rope of sweet jism was being pumped directly down my esophagus. Almost before I could recover the next dick appeared. I collected two more loads down my throat and was well on my way to a third when I realized in my haste I must have not latched the door to my cubicle. I noticed hands spreading my ass cheeks followed by a warm mouth staring to eat out my hole. This felt utterly fantastic and all signals seemed to indicate a new load in my mouth was imminent so I just let the assault on my ass play out. I was so intent on bringing off the cock in my mouth I didn't notice my rear invader stand and penetrate my first ring with his cock head. I had no intention of losing my prize so kept sucking and was immediately rewarded with a mouthful of bitter yet tasty cum. By now two inches of raw cock was up my vulnerable hole. I turned to see who was invading my rear guard and sure enough it was the handsome hunk with the scorpion tattoo. His raw cock felt so good in my super tight hole I allowed him to push in another inch before I remembered that I had not cleaned out because of my promise to just watch. I pulled off his cock and bolted once again!

My favorite thing about being fucked from behind while standing and leaning against something is feeling my heavy cock swinging freely. Leaves me feeling so naked and exposed. Otherwise I rarely touch my cock while being fucked, I'm focused on the pleasure the raw cock is giving my ass. Sometimes a great fuck will just drive a hands free release of my load.

Very hot. Love a Prep break pozing where the bottom just gives acceptance even encourages and embraces his fate. I'm with the bottom, don't tell me 'til the toxic load has been planted deep in my guts.