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I hire one particular escort almost every week when he's in town. He's a poz hung muscle daddy with a 00 gauge PA. I love this stud, he fucks to hurt and leaves me bleeding n dripping poz seed. We have an agreement that if he ever wakes up with an STD, I want it, like I want everything else which comes out of his 9 incher. The morning after he returned from a xmas fuck tour of Southern California he awoke with a PA hole full of green puss and his cock stuck to his crusty jock. Hands free I spewed my seed just hearing what he would be giving me later that morning. I hit the shower and worked my showershot so roughly in my cunt that I was bleeding even before I left my house. Although I spend a couple of afternoons a week being a cumdump and average a couple of STD's yearly - but I've never knowingly sucked a pus-dripping cock or begged for a stud to knock me up with gonorrhea and syphilis. He answered the door in a jock strap with a wet mark from his dripping cock. At my request, He had re-inserted his PA which was oozing green puss. I got on my knees and licked the puss off his oozing cock, My cunt twitched when he smeared some puss on his thumb and jammed it in my hungry slit. This cumdump fuckin' wanted his toxic cock more than any cock I ever wanted. He took me from behind while I stood on his staircase. I spewed into my jock the second his cock pushed past my sphincter. We fucked like dogs in heat, I was fuckin' myself on his cock as hard as he was fucking his cock into my ass. Later he told me the load burned as it was deposited deep in my snatch. It was the hottest fuck of my life, and worth the penicillin shot in my ass the next day. Several of my piggier buds got off knowing they'd be fuckin' a gono hole, so I spent my afternoon passing the gift along. I hear they had no problem finding pigs who begged for gono cock. Every time, I think I'm a super twisted fuck, I find out i'm just like a thousand other cumdumps in SF, begging for anything my top will give me.
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This account is inspired by another thread in this forum, “The Aids Old Troll” One of the hottest fucks I ever had was from a poz guy in his mid-50s with severe HIV lipodystrophy. He looked like a mutant, with severely lean, vascular arms and legs, a hard distended belly (also known as "Crix gut," a side effect from the drug crixivan) and a buffalo hump on his upper back. Of course, his pock-marked face also showed the ravages of HIV: hollow cheeks, deep lines and sunken but piercing eyes. The minute I saw him at the baths in LA in the late 90s, I knew that I had to have him - especially after I reached under his towel and felt the fat, heavy meat swinging between his pencil thin legs. Once we got to my room, the only way that I could take him was to sit on his dick because it hurt too much to do it any other way, even with my hole already lubed with two loads of poz cum. But it wasn't long before the pain subsided and there was only pleasure. That’s when we changed positions. First, I got on my hands and knees while he plowed my ass like a dog in heat. My dick got rock hard as I studied our reflection in the mirrors - not just from the intense pleasure of a fat dick ripping up my cunt, but mostly from watching this sick, deformed animal breeding me like his prey. By this time I was so high with lust that I knew I was in love with him - even if only for a fuck. I wanted him completely, so I flipped over on my back, spread my legs and willingly surrendered my guts as an incubator for his demon spawn. He mounted me and sank his poz cock deep inside my cunt. He was as crazed with lust, and he gripped my neck tightly with both hands as he continued to tear into the soft lining of my guts. He was stronger that I had expected, given his sick condition - but the kind of lust flowing through him was supernatural. He was breathing like a charging animal. I could have died in his grip, but I wasn’t afraid. Looking up at his wasted face, I was hypnotized by the mixture of pure desire and evil in his eyes. I felt as if were staring into the face of the devil himself as he drilled my bleeding cunt hard, rolled his eyes back and cried out. I felt his weapon pulsing inside me as his swollen balls spewed his toxic seed into my helpless body. We were both drenched in sweat as he lay on top of me. He let go of my neck, and I instinctively wrapped my arms and legs tightly around his diseased form. I kissed him passionately, letting go of his lips only to take his fingers in my mouth as he tenderly fed me the mixture of sperm and blood from my hole. We were lovers for maybe 15 minutes - but his DNA is in my cells forever.
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Any tops looking for a cum and piss dump?
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I have been in this position before, literally, in a man's bed, on my back with my legs up on his shoulders and his cock ready to enter my tight ass. The first time I was a young boy being seduced by an older man who introduced me to my gay side and the joy of bareback sex. This time it’s about changing my life again and fulfilling a need so strong it can’t be suppressed. I’m 62, married with two grown kids, and have been bisexual since that first seduction so many years ago. I have always been a bottom and I have always taken cock raw. Cruising areas, adult book stores and the occasional date have been very successful in getting me what I need and what I need is a nice hard cock sliding up inside me and fucking my ass until it explodes inside me and fills me with cum. I don’t need to come, it’s all about giving the ultimate pleasure to the top who is fucking me. Being there for him and taking him inside me, encouraging him enjoy my ass and leaving part of himself inside me. I reach up and pull him to me, our bodies touch and we kiss deeply. His kisses are strong yet soft. His tongue enters my mouth and dances with mine in an erotic dance that makes us both moan with passion. My hard cock is pressed between us and I feel the tip of his pressed up against my pink hole. His hips are moving ever so slightly as we kiss and hot precum is being deposited on my entrance. He pulls back and looks at me and asks "Are you ready?" My mind is racing but I don’t answer him and he’s seeing that look of both passion and fear in my eyes. With that he says "I want to do this with you so much. It’s so erotic for me give you my cock like this and know that you love it as much as I do. To be inside you bare, and to make love on a level that is above and beyond the normal. To put my seed in you and know that I am breeding you and that part of me will stay and grow inside you." He says all the right things and I answer by pushing my ass against the tip of his cock. Smiling, he kisses me again and his hips move up and I felt that big mushroom tip start to press on my entrance in earnest. Covered in precum and lube there is little resistance at first. My hole is ready but I know he is thicker than anything I have taken in a long time and that this is going to hurt. He feels me open to my max and then tighten around him. Stopping for a moment he holds me in his arms tightly then brings his hips up hard. With that we both feel my hole rip open. He pushes in deeply as I cry out in pain and try to pull away from the massive cock sliding up inside me. "Oh god, you are so tight baby," he whispers in my ear, adding "You know that had to be done. It will make it easier for me to be with you. Relax. I’m in you now." My ass is on fire, but my insides are full of hard, hot cock and it is huge. We are joined and I wrap my arms and legs around him to pull him as close to me as I can. I know what we are doing, and that I have just crossed that line from which there is no return. I murmur "Yes baby, I know. Give me a moment. God you feel so good in me. Let me just feel you in me. So full. So deep. I need a moment to take this all in. My life is about to change forever." "I know baby. Relax, enjoy and know how exciting this is for me too. I’m leaking in you and we’re just starting. No going back now. We discussed this and I told you that once I’m inside of you it’s all over for you." I turn my head and kiss him. I want it. I have to have it. I want it to be him. My ass moves gently on his massive shaft letting him know I’m ready to continue. As he fucks me slowly looking me in my eyes he starts to talk to me, saying "God, you feel good. So tight, hot. I love having my death stick inside you. I will live in you until you die. I want my seed to grow in you, for you to incubate my babies so they take over your body." My head is spinning and I know this is wrong, but my body loves what this man is doing to it. I feel his hard cock sliding in and out of me. The long, slow strokes of a top who knows how to fuck and enjoys it. Taking me to that place that bottoms love so very much. Giving a man pleasure so intense that he can’t resist it, that he must have it and, after a certain point, there’s no stopping him from getting it. All leading to the most amazing orgasm, one so intense that it almost feels like being at death's door. I can’t believe I just thought that. How prophetic that I should put it that way. I am very possibly standing right there. My life, or death is being decided right now by this cock fucking my ass. I think for second that I can get away from this, but he’s pushing deep and I’m feeling his thick shaft so deep in my belly and I want it. "Give it to me baby. Knock me up. Give me your virus and make me yours. Keep fucking me until I’m raw inside and your baby batter will infect me." Passionate kisses now. The level of intensity is rising and I can no longer think about my wife, family, long term medical or anything other than making him cum, and taking his load deep up in my guts. He responds to my needs and fucks me harder. No more kisses as he has folded me in half. His needs are taking over. Looking me in my eyes and I see the look that men have when the cum starts to boil in their balls. I feel his need to orgasm and he asks "Are you ready for my poison load?" "Fuck, yes. Give it to me, baby." "It will kill you." "Do it. Fuck it in me." He grunts and pushes deep into my ass. I can feel his cock pulsating. I squeeze my ass tightly, milking every drop out of his cock, thinking to myself 'Oh god, yes. So much cum. I’m so wet inside'. He looks wild on top of me, but I know what he’s feeling right now. I love that about man-on-man sex: that we both know exactly what each other are feeling. Lots of heavy breathing follows, accompanied by some long strokes of his cock and quick thrusts back up inside me. I can feel him emptying out inside my hot, wet chute and pushing his cum into my bowels. The tip of his cock getting so sensitive as the last drops of his seed dribble out and his thrusts are jerky. He looks down at me and with a wry smile says "Oh baby you are so pregnant with my virus. This is so hot knowing that I’ve just knocked up your neg ass. Do you feel it in side you?" "Yes," I reply as he pushes his cock deep back in. "Mmmmmmm. Feels so good inside you. So much poz cum in you. I haven’t cum that much in a long time. You ok? Yes, it feels wonderful." Kisses, soft and sweet follow as he lies next to me, or bodies hot and sweaty as he murmurs "God that felt good. Knowing that I was pozzing you just got me harder and harder and you just kept asking for it. That was so fucking erotic." His hand is on my belly rubbing it gently as he asks "You know it might take this time, right? I ripped you pretty good going in and roughed up your insides, so with my high viral load it might only take once and you’re poz right now, or you might still be neg." I return his kisses and then answer "I know baby, but I want you to keep fucking me until I convert. Promise me that if I get the fuck flu really badly and I get so sick that I want to die right then, that you’ll fuck me and dump one more toxic load in me just to remind me how I got so sick. Mmmm, yes, baby." We keep kissing and I massage his cock, determined to get another load.
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I was a safe player before and had kind of fantacies of bareback for couple of years. Just several months ago, I decided to go bareback anf started taking PreP ( afraid of getting HIV). Right now, I'm totally a cumslut and love all raw fuck, anonymous dick, the taste of cum, and gangbangs at darkroom. Im also pretty like who I am right now and always glad that I did a right decision of bareback. Recently, I have such fantacies of getting pozed in a convert party, and having a biohazard tattoo on my chest after get the bug. And that really makes me hard. So, does it means that someday, maybe couple of years latter, I will decide to get pozed and make these fantacies reality finally, as I decided to bareback?
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I have a good lineup of tops to use my hole for fun sat night 1/17 at my hotel in Portland. Always fun to look for more. PIG here. NO PNP!!!!! BUT, 420/Poppers friendly. Hoping to have a good cummy hole for men to use and reuse. Piss gladly accepted as well! DOM VERBAL Tops a PLUS PLUS! If inerested, let me know.
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Recently met an ex-con in his early 50's. He said he was straight when he went into prison but after using other cons mouths and asses he says that he misses being serviced by men. We hooked up through an ad. I serviced him at his motel. He watched some straight and bi porn on his laptop. Then I sucked and rimmed him. He was drinking beer and gave me some piss. Then got on my hands and knees on the bed and he bred me. He also talked about his prison experiences which got both of us hot and horny. Told him if he has any prison friends visiting San Francisco to have them get in touch with me. Would also like to do a group of ex-cons. So would like to meet other ex-cons with same interests. Living in or visiting San Francisco. Also any others with the same interest. -
Was thinking of going to either cumunions or bears baths and beyond this weekend anyone interested in hooking up and swapping breedin sessions?
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Neg Straight Guy Looking For First Poz Load
Promiseyoullpullou posted a topic in New York Metro Area
A little bit about me... I'm 39, white, 6'5, athletic, and consider myself straight. Except when I've found myself wrapped in the body of a naked man. Or men... I don't know my status. I've barebacked with maybe 200 girls and most of the guys I've either fucked or been fucked by. I know that I have had bareback sex with at least a dozen poz guys. I've topped some, loaded them. I've been topped by several. None of them came inside me, to the best of my knowledge. Some I stopped before they came because I chickened out. Some didn't like when they found out I was neg (probably) and they stopped. I have had at least 3 poz guys cum in my mouth, stomach, eyes. I've had a lot of bareback sex in bathhouses and spas. I know at least 2 guys have cum inside me. Neither of which I know their status. I've waged that internal battle with my straight pussy loving side, and my darker bareback poz cum craving faggot side. I tell myself that because I haven't been fucked or fucked a man in 5 years, I must have outgrown that phase... Though I did suck two cocks in that time... What is true though, is I spend A LOT of time on A4A, BBRT, and this site. There is nothing more I love than reading pozzing stories, or chatting with poz tops. So there is my conundrum. I'm not gay, but like an addiction, I rave and desire letting myself go and taking poz loads in my ass. I live in New York City, in Greenwich Village. I've been here almost 5 years. The last time I was fucked, was 5 years ago in another state. That last guy had told me he was neg. I swallowed his load that night. He may or may not have cum or leaked cum in my ass when he fucked me. A couple weeks after him, I had a nasty flu. Sick as a dog. Then I recovered. Sometime after that, I received an email from him. he told me he was actually poz, and that I was probably poz too. So maybe I'm poz, maybe I'm not. But for 5 years, I haven't allowed myself again to give into my desire and get fucked. I did try twice, hooking up with guys, who couldn't get hard. B-O-R-I-N-G. I'm ready to do it and then it doesn't happen. In the 5 years, I've bareback fucked a dozen girls. Some I've known forever, some I met that night. One was a girlfriend for a year and a half, and another was even a married woman... But no guys. But it hasn't strayed from my mind. All I think about at night and sometimes during the day is getting fucked by a poz top. I want to feel his cock pulse and throb as he breeds me with his toxic seed. And once I do it once, fuck it, I know I'll do it all the time. Maybe that's what has kept me from doing it. I know what I'll become. A poz cum loving pig. And it's almost guaranteed if I'm not poz already, I will be then. But I can't stop the desire and cravings. So fuck it... Here's my idea. I want to find an HIV POZ bareback top, who wants to give me his bug. I want you to want to do it. I want you to tell me you are giving it to me. I want you to make me tell you I want it. I don't need crazy dark rituals, or pain, just a POZ top who will get off as much as I do that he is the one to give me my first load of charged, hiv, hot, bugged, poz, diseased, dirty cum. I can't change the way I feel, so fuck it, I might as well enjoy it. I know the risks. I have made a decision. Will it change my life? Yes. Maybe for the bad, maybe for the good. But certainly it will be fun and freeing. It will also be terrifying and exciting. Everything I've been looking for. So are there any POZ TOPS in NYC who would want to be the one? Any Poz Tops who will be visiting NYC soon? Any Poz Tops who will enjoy gifting me with their bug? I am 100 percent serious. Let's make this happen. My ideal situation is I show up at your place. You're already naked. I promise to waste no time getting naked myself. I will worship your cock with my mouth. I love sucking cock. We can kiss, or we don't have to if you don't want to. You can use lube on me, your spit, or you can dry fuck me. Talk dirty to me when you are fucking me. Tell me how you're going to give me your poz cum. How you are going to make me yours. Change me forever. Fuck me slow if you want. Fuck me fast. Hard or soft. And as you get closer to cumming in this straight guy who hasn't been fucked in 5 years, pull me closer and infect me with your hiv dna. When you cum, I'm sure my heart will skip a beat, and a fear and excitement will shoot through me. But as I said, once it happens the first time. If we can get you hard again, give me my 2nd poz load. Or third. Then maybe we'll call one of your friends. I just want my first time to be one on one with a guy who knows my name and knows he is pozzing me. and is happy to do it. Contact me through here or email me: promiseyoullpullout@gmx.com Fuck it. Let's do it. I'm Will. -
Hosting a hotel gang bang conversion party at a hotel in farmers branch texas on 1/5 starting at 5pm. You can pump and dump or stay and play a while I want my hole used and abused. I have very few limits and love kink and raunch. If interested send me a message and I'll send you more information. I'm 5'7" 360lbs -
It finally happened, I lost control and gave in with my inner pig feelings. Here is the story of how I (probably) got myself the bug. Spotted a cute guy in front of me in the train. Saw him doing something sneaky on his phone as he turned his screen away so that no one could see it. Thought I would chekc out Grind, to see if that's what he was doing. Lucky for me, he was. Starting chatting with him. He hadn't noticed me sitting across him as we were exchanging dirty pics and telling eachother what we like to do to guys. When I've heard enough, I walk past him, ticking on his shoulder and making a gesture he should come along with me. We found a quit first class wagon where we fucked our brains out. As we had just 1 condom, we decided I'd take his load and I could cum in his mouth. He was way too young to be poz, he, just like me, just turned 18. With that in mind, here comes the following. Walking thru the huge mass of people and fire work bombs (feeling a bit uncomfortable be this) I needed to find some place hot till the parties started. I decided to go in a quit coffee shop and take a smoke. When I was looking on the internet I noticed this gay bar was already open and had a new year party. Thought I give it a shot. In front of the door were a few men in leather and sportswear. When I went in there were a lot of older guys (mostly between 40 and 60). The bar looked a bit cruisy. First thing I noticed when I got more in the bar were the stairs to the attic. Then I knew I was in a cruising bar. As I was doing another smoke and a drink, more and more hot men and boys entered the bar. The music started to become better and this was the moment I decided it was time to take a pill... The pill fully kicked in. As the piggy feelings came up, I decided to go upstairs and check out the cocks I could get. There were nanny pig men. Mostly older and looking very dominant. I was waiting for someone to just take me right there but apparently they weren't thát dominant. In this moment my hole was craving for bare cock and cum that I couldn't stand it anymore. The first guy who's cock was at least 18 cm MUST fuck me. Then this muscled skinhead walked in. I could see his bulge (must at least have been 20 cm). As I stroke over his cock his hand grabbed my ass. He pulled me in a cabin. He was very wild... Too wild. He wanted to make me bend over but my head smashed against the wall. I don't remember some points after this moment. I only know he made me his bitch and let me get bred by everyone he wants. And he did, as I was in a sling, surrounded by at least 6 men. There might have been more before that or after that. Next moment I was back to consciousness I was back outside on the street with a massive headache and feeling loads of cum dripping out my ass. While checking if I had all my stuff still with me, a man approached me, complimenting my fine asshole. He then explained to me that I had been fucked by 13 men ranging from 35 to 65 yo. Few of them were shouting they converted me. Realizing what just happened to me. I started feeling really guilty to myself. But then I also realized I started 2015 as a free boy. No longer was my sexual lust being held back by the fear of getting the bug. Now I wanted more! Checking Grindr I got an invite of a really hot bearded guy for a group bb session. They were mostly into fisting. I got there and while undressing again, I noticed one of the guys in the cruising bar had "tattooed" me with a permanent marker. Biohazard. Right on my ass. Luckily there was some make-up remover in the bathroom. So no one would notice it. Got my jock on and went in the play room. Took more pills, slams, snorts, booty bumbs. It didn't matter now anymore. I know my ass needed some real good fisting and even some more loads. I'm not going to take PEP, as I took it once before. I said to myself, if you even after this treatment which made you throw up every day, do bareback again. I don't deserve another PEP treatment, then I'm just a dumb whore.
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In '92 there were no HIV drug cocktails - no one shot blanks. The infectious disease specialist to whom my parents took me told both me and my parents that it was highly unlikely I'd live to be 30. As I stood in my tighty whiteys in the examining room and looked at my reflection in the mirror, I saw a tall pale broad shouldered 18 year old with clear skin, big blue eyes and a mop of black hair. A typical college freshman hunk. The Doc recommended I abstain from sex to not put anyone at risk and if I had to have sex always cover my cock with a condom to protect my partners. In the months since I was stealth pozzed on my 18th birthday, I had become a bi-weekly visitor to the Steamworks. They knew my name at the front desk! I was a a very popular cum dump - the kind of guy who posted my room number on the chalkboard, advertising my tight cunt to everyone in the bathhouse. I loved public sex. No closed doors for me. I wanted everyone to see me begging for the load. I wanted everyone to know the cock fucking me was condom-free. I wanted all the guys to know I was accepting as much dirty seed as my cunt could take in an eight hour period. I walked around the Steamworks, my legs sticky with seed and my cunt a cum sloppy mess. I loved the looks I'd get when a troll dumped his load in me. I knew the guys who muttered fuckin' whore would all eventually use my cunt. I never let anyone touch my cock: I wanted cum, I didn't want to give it away. My hard-on painfully dripped so much precum it stuck to my jock. Eventually, it was bound to happen: a daddy and his boy invited me into their room. As the daddy fucked me, his angelic-looking little cum dump freed my cock and backed up on to it. Within seconds I spewed my dirty seed into his snatch. And that's how it started - as a gift to another cum dump. Fuck the Doc and his warnings. I liked this a lot! I wanted to pass my strain on. If I was gonna be dead before I reached the age of 30, I was determined that at least a part of me would live on, passed from slut to slut, long after I was six feet under. My notoriety as a cum dump for the regulars at the Steamworks made a change of locations necessary and fortunately the Bay Area provided that change: the Waterworks bathhouse in San Jose. Entirely new baths and entirely different me. In San Jose I was a raw fuck top. My bigger than average uncut cock and healthy look opened a lot of cunts to my dirty seed. I even got a PA. I found I loved the short twinks - those little blond Mormon boys were my favorites. God, they wanted it so bad - they begged for it - and eventually they begged for me to knock them up - to shoot my sperm in their sweet neg asses. I wasn't shooting blanks and my PA was upping the probability that my seed would take. I loved seeing these sweet boys turn into cumdumps - I saw myself in each and every one....
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Coming to Austin with my bud. Looking for toxic fucks. We will hit the bath house but get there on the 30th so a little pregame. Love to slam. Slam your full blown aids blood, better. Hit me up and lets swap strains. I know there has to be some nasty pigs up there to play with.
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in London Dec 28 - Dec 31 taking all loads. Will be at saunas, Vault and wanting to take as many loads as I can. Want to be completely filled. Any cock, any load. Sleazier the better. Poz loads are perfect...want to take as many dirty loads as I can to make sure that I'm a completely charged up whore.
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I’d been going to the baths in the early ‘80s for a few months before I discovered the best place in the house to cruise for a sure fuck and load up my hungry hole: the dark room in the back. It took me a while to realize that was where all the horny guys with skinny, wasted bodies and KS lesions were hanging out – in the darkness, where they could hide their disease and still connect for anonymous sex. I was young fresh meat, and it wasn’t long after stepping into the shadows until a sexual predator with AIDS was pulling me into a narrow space, pinning me against the wall and shoving his tongue down my throat in a wet, sloppy kiss. His dick was already rock hard and dripping poison, and I couldn’t wait to drop to my knees and make love to that deadly piece of meat. After a few minutes, I was back up on my feet and making out with my soon-to-be breeder, kissing him deeply and licking the KS lesions on his neck chest. My body tensed when I felt his bony fingers probing my butt while we kissed, because I knew it wouldn’t belong before he spun me around and shoved his dick deep inside my unlubed cunt. No matter how many guys took me this way, the first thrust was always a shock,and he put his bony hand over my mouth to stifle the moans while he stabbed and drilled inside my guts. I knew that he would never stop and pull out without impregnating me, and it was so fukkin hot knowing that our love-making would end with him planting his seed inside my body, the way men are meant to fuck and breed. When he finally slammed his cock deep inside and shook as his balls emptied their toxic sperm into my guts, I felt a deep sense of connection, joy and satisfaction in knowing that I was serving my life purpose – to be a carrier and guardian for his DNA long after he was gone and to breed new strains with as many poz men as possible. We continued to kiss and make out while he worked his seed into my guts with his dick before sliding out of my bloody, freshly tainted hole. After a while he left, but by then another poz predator already had my body in his grip, and my night of ecstasy was just beginning.
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So I was at a leather club last weekend and visited the darkroom. It was really dark.. couldn't see anything, but I got into position with my ass in the air. Soon after that I heard another guy come in and after some fumbling he found me and pushed his cock inside me. I had had a few beers, and started taking a lot of poppers while he fucked me so I was kind of lost...I just loved him fucking me and begged him to cum in me. He said something but I didn't really pay attention to what since I was so horny. He came in me and got up and walked out. It was only then that I thought about what he said: it was something like "do you want my poz cum?". I had just continued to beg him for it, and he had said it again, but I still just said I wanted his cum inside me. So he spunked me up. Still don't know if I catched it, but I should probably get tested. I don't think I'll mind much either way, but it's good to know of course. -
I am a neg bb btm visiting Chicago in the first week of May. I will be looking to take any and all loads - poz to the front of the line! I might hit up Mans country while I am there. If anyone (poz preferred) wants to breed me or go with me to Mans country to get me bred, let me know. Feel free to email me at wnybbslutbtm@gmail.com
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I had not been feeling very good at all, so I called and doctor who was able to get me in to his office in about an hour thanks to a cancellation. I made the appointment, but by the time I arrived I could hardly move nor breathe. I really felt horrible. Doctor took a couple of tests and quickly determined I had pneumonia and hustled me across the street to the hospital real quick. Soon there were iv tubes running in me and fluids and antibiotics being fed into me. More tests and more tests and finally the doctor came by and told me I had probably gotten to him in time as my lungs were really full of gunk for sure, adding I would be at the hospital for at least a few days. He also ordered up some breathing treatments to help clear up the passageways. The respiratory therapist who showed-up was a young hot looking twink guy. WOW. Just looking at him standing there, in his scrubs - my breathing was definitely labored. His clothing was a bit small for his build, and definitely hugged him around the waist very nicely. I could still see he was sporting a very nice looking bulge in his crotch. I was sure he was checking me out too and basically I was naked but for one of those stupid hospital gowns. Not much I could do feeling so bad but look. I was also sure that he purposely leaned against my arm as he put the breathing mask on my face and I could feel that nice bulge I had seen. He seemed to be very well hung and I was loving it even if it only lasted a few seconds. The treatment was over way too fast as I could not take my eyes off of him. He again leaned against me as he took the mask off and told me he would be back again in about 4 hours for another one. He smiled so wonderfully as he went out the door. Sure enough the cute guy was back in 4 hours and again he leaned against my arm as he put the mask on and again as he took it off. He was looking me right in the eyes as he did it too, and smiled big at my staring back. He leaned in and whispered to me that he knew I couldn't do anything but wait until I felt better and he would see what could be done. I gasped at that wondering what he had in mind with me down in the hospital in bed. He was off then till the next morning. When he did return it was the same thing almost. As he went to put the mask on me he leaned in again and this time his cock was right against my hand. I could not resist and took ahold of his cock through his scrubs. It felt fantastic and was big enough around I definitely could not get my hand clear around it. I rubbed it the whole time of my treatment, stroking it and his low moans made me horny as hell for him even more than I had been. Too quickly it was over though and he told me he would see me later again, this time leaning down and planting a quick kiss on me. On his next trip in, he started to talk a little as I rubbed his cock again. He told me I didn't know him but he knew who I was from some pics on my profiles he had seen online. He mentioned seeing me on BBRT, BZ, MH and a couple of others and thought I was hot and wanted me as soon as possible, when I got to feeling better. He was again off then till the next day, leaving me with a lot to think about. I was especially intrigued by what he meant about me being so hot as I am really only about average looks and my cock barely average. Oh, well, he was hot enough for two I thought. By the next morning I was finally feeling quite a bit better finally. Even managed to get out of bed to use the toilet instead of a pan. LOL Still breathing hard by the time I got back to bed though but much better anyway. The morning treatment was not much as he seemed preoccupied and no talking really just in and almost out. But, he stopped for a minute on the way out and told me, we could be in luck for the afternoon as the nurse and aide on duty then were the laziest they had and would not leave the nurses station for almost anything other than an emergency and away he went, leaving me wondering again. He came in in a hurry that afternoon. He told me we had some time and wanted to have a little fun. I was all for that. As he prepared by treatment he was kind of fidgeting some. As he leaned to put the mask on again he leaned against my hand but this time as I grasped him his trousers were down and I grabbed bare cock and it was divine. I started to stroke him and as I did he leaned over a little more and reached under my gown and grabbed my cock. I was hard already but he made it a rock in no time and played with my balls too. Then I felt his hand go between my legs and started to rub my hole. He looked at me then and told me he knew I was a bottom from my profiles he had read. I smiled and nodded and spread my legs so he could play easier with my hole. He pulled away for a sec and I saw him get something out and it turned out to be some lube which he then started to apply to my hole. I was loving it and then his finger started into me and I moaned for sure as the pleasure erupted inside me. In no time I felt another finger and then another finger enter me as he opened my hole up wider and wider and drove his fingers roughly in me deeper also. I was writhing on the bed and was soon ready for anything he wanted to do. He then looked me in the eyes and asked if I was ready for more and I nodded yes. He climbed on the bed and carefully lifted my legs up and out. He lined up his cock head with my hole and slowly started to slip it in a little at a time. Stroking it in a little at a time, so slowly and so agonizingly fantastic, until I finally felt his balls hit me in the ass as he bottomed out. He held still for a bit and then spoke to me telling me how he had read every single line of my online profiles, so he was sure he knew exactly what I wanted from him. I was curious as to that but then as he said it he pulled almost all the way out of my hole and slammed back in hard. I gasped but only for a second as he did not stop but immediately went into fast speed and pounded my hole fast and furious and hard and as deep as he could. It hurt a little to start with but soon I was in heaven for sure as that is the way I definitely love it. fast, hard, deep and filling my hole as full as possible on every stroke. He kept up a little whispering to me. He was telling me how nice my hole felt, so hot, and he had just what I wanted and knew I was going to love it. At times he would reach between us and run a couple of fingers in me as he fucked me good and I could feel the extra stretch that did and then one time he reached and leaned up some and I was sure he tried to get as many fingers in me at the same time as his cock as he could. It was kind of uncomfortable and I groaned a little with it. As he brought his hand back away though he lifted it between us and I gasped as I saw what looked like a little blood on his fingers. He leaned towards me again and told me he thought he tore my hole a little that last time, but he was smiling when he said it. I started to ask what he did that for when he all at once grabbed my legs and lifted them way up and caught me off guard and I could not get a good breath to ask then as he really tipped me up and pounded deep into me even harder and faster. He was breathing heavy too I noticed and then he leaned in and told me here it comes, just what you wanted and needed. He ground into me then and I could feel his cock throb and feel the heat of his cum as it erupted inside me. He ground his cock as deep as he could and kept doing it for what seemed forever but felt so good. He finally settled down a little and told me there, it is done and I had what I had always wanted in me. I looked confused I know and asked him what he meant. He told me he read everything I had every written online and he knew I wanted his gift. I was still puzzled and he then lifted his top and there around one of his nipples was the sign. Yes, that sign, the biohazard symbol. I knew too well what that meant. I gasped and asked what the hell, I hadn't wanted that. He told me it was on every one of my profiles that I was poz friendly, and would take any load no matter who, and I had written some stories about bug chasing on BZ. He just knew I wanted to become poz and was really happy to help me out. He got up then and told me, Hey, I am done for today but I will see you in the morning and maybe we can do this again, huh? I could only lay there and wonder, what the hell did I get myself into on just fantasizing so much.
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How was your year? Any regrets? Any amazing experiences or stories to share? What was the best, what the worst that happened?
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When I was 20, back in the 80s, a wealthy gay man offered to make me his sex slave but live in luxury, if I would let him infect me with AIDS. We didn't call it HIV back then, and it was a death sentence at the time. I turned him down... not without spending a lot of time talking to him, though! And, as I began to regret that decision over the years, I found it wasn't the life of luxury that I missed, but the chance to be intentionally infected. Twenty-five years later, I found myself about to enter a bathhouse for the first time since I'd been young. I was nervous; I no longer had the hard body of my youth, my hair was much thinner, and I'd developed a gut somewhere down the line. But it was my birthday, and for the first time in years I had no obligations, no relationship, no one depending on me. And I had promised myself the chance to get infected. I was embarassed when I saw the young, hard bodies behind the desk... Why would anyone be interested in me when there was meat like this around? I got my key and my towel and stripped down. At first I couldn't get anyone to notice me, or of the couple who barely did, one laughed. I felt humiliated, but I was determined. This club had a gloryhole wall where the men using the holes stood on a platform, and the men sucking could stand up straight. I stood on the lower level until a cock appeared in front of me. I went down on it and it got super hard, about 8 inches long and slender. He was shaved, and there was a tattoo that I couldn't make out. I've always been good at giving head. I can easily overcome my gag reflex, and I can deepthroat almost any cock to the balls. I did this with him for a while. Before he shot his load, I asked: "Do you want to cum in my ass?" There was a moment's hesitation, and the cock disappeared. I began to feel like I had blown it, when the man stepped in front of me. To my surprise, he was my age, but in much better shape. "How do you want it?' he asked, matter-of-factly. "Bareback," I barely managed to say. He just nodded and motioned for me to follow him. He led me to a private room and told me to get on the bed. He told me to suck him some more, and to use plenty of saliva, because that's all the lube he was going to use. As I sucked on it, I noticed with a thrill of excitement that his tattoo said "Toxic Cock!" He noticed the way I looked at it. "You don't have it yet, do you?" he asked. I could only shake my head. "Do you want it?" I nodded quickly. "Yes," I said. He laughed. "You expect me to give it to you tonight?" "Please!" "It doesn't work that way," he said. "I'm medicated, and my cum probably doesn't have enough virus in it to infect you, no matter how hard I fuck you." My disappointment must have been obvious, because he laughed. "I could go off my meds," he said, "And develop a high-viral load. But why should I do that for you?" I swallowed. "I'll do anything for it," I said. He looked at me with interest. "I want you to make it worth my while," he said. "Come live with me, and do anything I tell you. The day you arrive, I'll go off my meds. And if you're still there in two weeks, I could have enough virus to infect you." With that he turned me the way he wanted me and rammed his cock into me. He didn't infect me that day, but I felt wonderfully sore for a couple days after. It took me a month to get away. I quit my job and collected the deposit on my apartment. These had been his conditions: That I have nothing left to return to. I had complied without even knowing what kind of home I would be going to. It wasn't the luxurious estate that I'd been offered in the 80s. It was a working farm, and I found myself used not only sexually but for labor. He would work me until I was ready to drop, and then he would fuck me. As he promised, he quit taking his meds during this time. He didn't simply fuck me. He reamed out my ass with a bottle brush every day so the virus could more easily enter the bloodstream. It hurt when he fucked me, every time. It's now a month that I've been here, and I'm sick as hell. It's August, so it seems a strange month for the flu... except, of course, what I have isn't the flu. The day I woke up with a fever, throwing up, and aching all over, he told me I'd been pozzed. I've decided to continue to live with him and serve him. We've agreed that, while he will return to his meds, I will never take them. I am not living in idle luxury as per my old fantasy, but I'm nevertheless content with the life, and eventual death, I've chosen.
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It was 1983, and the fear of AIDS was everywhere – especially at the baths, where some guys tried to hide their KS lesions and other symptoms while cruising for sex. I was a college senior just before graduation, not really concerned about getting a disease – just horny as hell to whore my ass out and take as many cocks in my ass as possible in eight hours. But I could see the signs of AIDS on guys cruising the hall, and I did start to wonder if this was worth contracting a virus that would change my life forever – and maybe even end it sooner. Anyway, it was dark when the first guy came into my room, so I didn’t get a good look at him before he pinned me down, kissed me deeply and began pushing the head of his hard cock against my hole. My hormones were on fire, and I didn’t think twice before spreading my legs, taking a huge hit of poppers and laying back as he slid his raw cock deep inside my guts. I was in heaven! It was only after a few strokes, when the popper rush began to lift, that I saw the KS lesions on his left shoulder and chest. For a split second I freaked, realizing that his AIDS cock was already leaking precum into my body, and he was well on his way to spewing diseased sperm out of his balls directly into my bleeding ass. But the reality was that I never wanted this fuck was AWESOME and I never wanted it to end, so instead I just pulled him deeply into my guts and shot a huge load without even touching my cock as soon as I felt him trembling and releasing his poison inside me. After he got off me and left, I could have run to the toilet and shit out his virus in a weak, belated effort to avoid the bug. But there was already another guy waiting outside my door, looking skinny and wasted while stroking his hard dick without a rubber in sight. My rational side kicked in, and I felt that my ‘cherry’ had already been busted with poz virus growing inside my flesh even as I lay there – so why not? Right then and there, my fate was sealed. So for there the next eight hours, there was no fear or second thoughts - just bliss - as I took every cock that walked into my room with not even pretending to care about “safe sex.” It only took the first one to open my body, mind and blood system to every raw cock and poz strain that followed that night … and for the rest of my life.
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A question for the poz members out there: Do you medicate? If not, why not? And of those who do not medicate, how many were chasers?
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Back in the early days of AIDS, poz guys were warned that if they continued to bareback with other poz guys, they were at risk of developing a "super bug" that couldn't be controlled by meds. I'm damn happy that I never listened to the warnings. I've taken loads from literally hundreds of poz pigs in my guts over more than 30 years. I am healthier, hornier and promiscuous as ever. Yeah, I know, a lot of other unlucky bastards didn't make it, and others struggle with HIV. But not having bareback sex with poz pigs isn't going to bring anyone back or help anyone. I feel honored and grateful that I carry the DNA from a lot of those pigs - and I continue to enjoy raw breeding with poz men with no apologies, fears or regrets.
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It’s always great to run into a fuck bud as soon as I get to the baths whom I can fuck right away and then chill for a bit before a night of breeding and swapping poz sperm. One of my buds, Steve, came up to me before I could even undress, kissed me deep and pulled my hand to his raw hole. Jizz was practically gushing out of his cunt, and we went directly to his room, where he’d been taking loads for hours. I stripped, pushed his legs back over his shoulders and saw that his cunt was a juicy fukkin rosebud. I shoved my tongue deep inside, releasing copious amounts of pure poz sperm that was lightly tinted with blood and heated to 98.6 degrees. I slurped as much as I could and smeared more over my lips and tongue, so that we could kiss and snowball while I fucked and filled him with my own toxic spunk. I churned the batter for a while before going back down on his ass, and the mixture that flowed into my mouth was so thick that I could feel and taste every individual tainted sperm on my tongue. I gave him one more load, kissed him deeply and left his room naked with cum dripping from my mouth and my fat dick. My night of poz swapping was off to a great start.
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