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I will visit this area in April for my holiday, who wants to play and fill my ass full of cum, no limits...everything is possible, and good locations is always wel ome for sharing.... This pic is my ass....
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Hey, Going to be in bberlin for New Years... And would really like to be the no mercy, no limits - victim for some really toxic guys. There will be no limits, and no rules - any sick fantasy can come true on the last day of the year!
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POZ top/vers looking to fuck your hot butthole and more !!! Sleazy, Raunchy, Passionate and Perverted seeking bug chasing, raunch Perv buddies wanting a Top/Vers into raw and sleazy pig play !! Few limits when playing hard !!! 420 or??
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https://serodiscordantcanuck.wordpress.com/2015/11/10/the-sweats/
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I was dripping sweat and getting ready for an easy day after my workout. I was up early to hit the gym before work, but on the way I was called off for the day. With pay. Heading to the lockerroom I was thinking abouthat rubbing out a nut in the showers. I love shooting my batter all over the floor, walls, and shower knob for the straight men to walk in, see, and touch. My phone vibrated next to my visably swollen cock in my gym showers. Freeballing is best in basketball shorts. It was a text from a gifter that travels through my area occasionally. I had been loaded up by him in the outhouse at a nearby park months earlier. He had never before actually found a chaser down for a verbal poz gifting. And he had it to give. Dirty pervy talk of blasting toxic cum in my ass, christening my membership into the brotherhood. That breeding, hot as it was, didn't convert me. I test several times a year, last neg on all accounts. I want to know the moment I carry the gift. Toxic. Fresh. HVL. He was back in town for a day, carrying some party favors. Here I was. A day where I was off work, no one knew I was off, and I could slip away for 7-9 hours. 30 minutes later I pulled up to the hotel with a raging boned tucked into my waistband leaking precum onto my happy trail, filling my bellybutton. I walked to his room heart pounding. The door was cracked and I walked in. I took no time stripping to nothing. He wasted no time asking how I wanted the bump. "Fucked into my ass, on your cock. Please." He snorted some, then placed a few rocks behind his dick head as I bent over on the cheap bed, offering him my ass with a dollop of my spit as lube. He placed his cock head on my pink hole and slammed it base deep. He had prepared with a strong dick pill and a rubber cock ring. His bone stayed rock hard, despite the t. "Yea take that Tina into your hot pussy. You love that poz cock don't you?" I did. I pushed back moaning, begging for him to destroy me. I felt burn then rush of the drug. This is what I am. A faggot cumdump for all loads. To be used up in service of men. He came quickly the first time. Keeping buried -and rock hard- he blasted 4 loads into my neg hole that day over the course of 6 hours. During the long session, he admitted he was on meds currently. We agreed next meeting he will take a med vacation a month before. He should be going off now for the next meet.
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https://serodiscordantcanuck.wordpress.com/2015/10/30/poppered-out-an-ode-to-the-good-ole-days/
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Undetectables Stop Telling Me It Is Safe To Fuck You...
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https://serodiscordantcanuck.wordpress.com/2015/10/22/hiv-petnames-for-boyfriend-whats-ur-fave/
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I have been researching and searching for months now on where I fit in. I am negative. Surprisingly enough after fucking 100's if not 1000s of men in 23 years.... I have knowingly and unknowingly been with poz guys before. Sometimes willingly and once not so willingly. NOW my boyfriend of 15years is now POZ.... What does that mean. I do not want HIV yet I wan him..... I have always enjoyed breeding. I have had a breeding fuck buddy for awhile who I trust and respect. My partner and I have had somewhat of an open relationship as he fucks and I watch, either present or by default of behind a curtain or a closet door or by video link...*hot stories to come.... We are unsure how and who infected him....BUT here we are.... I totally get turned on by BB....I could count on both hands how many times in 23years I have used a condom. I enjoyed watching my boyfriend being BB, I enjoy BB other men, I enjoy being BB.... I enjoy BB porn companies.... This site is fun as well.....A little shocking to say the least but it is fun... I am still absorbing a new subculture in this world....Wondering.....Amazed.....Shocked....but mostly understanding of how it all goes down.... So I have decided to blog here....I also added a link to a more g rated blog site that I have been keeping up since BF's diagnosis.....
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Last night I received a message on grindr. I was so horny when the guy told me he was poz, had a high viral load and wasn't taking meds. We arranged to meet at a parking space. He was really ugly and looking sick, but I didn't mind as I take every cock I can find. Anyhow, he fucked me and shot his load in my ass. Afterwards I left, and was headed back to my house when he texted me, saying he had AIDS and carrying a highly resistant virus. I was horny again
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Who wants to help get me full blown, so i want very toxix or aids fucker be in amsterdam last sunday of september...
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Visiting in august playa des ingles, still the same bars to get some poz cum? Anyone know more? 10-12/08, hope to get some, staying in apart hotel next to yumbo
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With a big nod to Scottyrim’s story “Steamroom.” ____________________________________________________ When I entered the steam room, the hot moist air billowed around me and then settled down again as I eased the door shut behind me. I looked around me and saw two young guys were sitting on the right side platform and they were jerking each other. On the left side, two guys were sitting towards the back. The two young guys were rather well built,but the the two on the left looked a bit gaunt and wasted. I knew what that meant, although I had to admit that they still looked kind of handsome. I sat near the two guys on the right and attempted to join in their play but they made it plain that my participation was unwelcome, so I sat quietly for a while, enjoying the stress-relieving heat. As I looked around the room, my eyes kept returning to the two guys in the opposite corner. Each time I looked, their eyes were gazing at me steadily. Neither hostile, nor friendly, they just seemed kind of curious as they looked back at me. I smiled nervously and this got their smiles in return. One of them, he was the shorter of the two at about 5’10”, got up and came over to where I was sitting on the wooden platform. He had a very nice cock, somewhat swollen from all the heat. It waggled temptingly back and forth as he crossed the room, making it impossible not to stare at it. “See anything you like?” he asked. I was too tongue-tied to respond. “I do,” he continued, and with that he reached out, put his hands on my bare shoulders and pushed me flat onto my back. My legs were still hanging over the edge, bent at the knees, so that my toes were just brushing the floor. Then he leaned over and started gently manipulating my cock. I was getting charged up and it felt amazingly good. I didn’t know what to think. My mind was racing. This guy was pushing all the right buttons but he was clearly in the grip of the virus. I knew that what we were doing was safe but it somehow seemed to be going awfully fast. I knew we should stop at some point but I could not clearly figure out what that point was going to be. All I knew was that I was getting hotter and hotter and it wasn’t the steam. He kept stroking, squeezing and tugging my dick, rolling it in his hand and gently pinching the head. My eyes closed, and my head began rolling around with my mouth agape. The massage stopped and I felt a hand gently grip my chin. I opened eyes and looked up as he turned my head towards him. I saw that he had moved up along my body, walked around the end of the platform and was now right next to my head. “You like that, don’t you?” With that he leaned over me and his cock swung forward and hovered over my still open mouth. He gazed at me calmly and said, “There’s something you can do for me!” I shook slightly as a thrill or shiver ran through my body. “Relax! Everything’s gonna be okay.” With that, he smiled and lowered his cock into my open mouth. I moaned in surprise and fear as well as sheer lust. He repeated, “It’s gonna be okay.” Now, I’m a born cocksucker so my mouth knew what to do. I suckled on the head, then moved up and down his growing shaft. I felt his hand return to fondling my dick, but when I twisted my neck to look down there I was shocked to see that his friend had taken over that task. I hadn’t even heard him get up and join us. He nudged his way between my knees. When he suddenly widened his stance my legs were spread apart. His cock was fully erect, not too thick, but about eight inches in length. At this moment I knew I was in great danger. Here I was with two men clearly infected by the bug. One was see-sawing his cock in and out of my mouth, and the other was standing between my legs, his hard cock already starting to drip toxic pre-cum. The two young guys opposite had ceased their play and were silently staring at the unfolding scene with a mixture of wonder and horror. They could see that I was in trouble. With the stranger’s dick in my mouth I couldn’t do much more than utter moans which could have meant anything. I gazed at them with mute appeal. Could they possibly save me from this situation? With relief I saw that one of them jumped up and hurriedly left the steam room. Help would be here soon, I thought, until he suddenly returned alone. He had gone to retrieve his phone so that he could capture the events on video. Despite my fears, I was also consumed by sexual need. These two men had seduced me, with hardly a word being spoken, and now I was teetering on the verge of the unthinkable. I looked up. The first guy smiled reassuringly. I could tell from his unwavering expression that there was no chance of stopping them. Some part of me had already surrendered to their will. It was simply understood that I was going to bottom for them. Here and now, with the other two as witnesses. The taller of the two gaunt men began to nudge into me with his cock. “Uh-uh!” said the shorter man. “Today, I go first!” With that, he changed places with his friend. As he entered me, my toes began to flex and curl as the flash from the phone camera lit up the room.
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Don's a longtime fuck bud who drives a truck and cums to town about three or four times a year. He's in his mid-50s, about 6-foot-1 and maybe 160 pounds of lean muscle with a wasted AIDS look that makes my ass quiver. Although I'm mostly top, I always swap loads with him because he's such a hot nasty poz fucker. He's not on any meds and has a viral load in the hundreds of thousands, and I love getting his strain in my guts as often as possible to recharge my own death seed. He was in town last weekend, and when I went to his motel room Sunday he had a surprise for me: a hot young stud I recognized from my gym, naked, stoned and lying face down on the bed. He was in his mid to late 20s, with an All American, clean-cut look and a nicely muscled body that he worked out every morning with his boyfriend at the same gym that I go to. Don hooked up with him online. where the guy's profile said he was neg and only played safe. "Not anymore," Don said with a nasty grin. It turns out that the gym boy was a DL whore who cheated on his boyfriend often, hooking up with guys for blow jobs but nothing more. But as soon as he had arrived at Don's room, he went straight for the pot and beer and got so stoned that he passed out. Don had already dumped three loads of toxic juice in the boy's raw pussy, and I could see it dripping out onto the sheets under him. I felched and swallowed some of that sweet cream but left plenty to lube my fat meat as I shoved it all inside his cunt in one stroke. Gymboy stirred and tried to move away, but I easily had him pinned and it wasn't long before he went limp as I worked Don's AIDS bug into his now shredded pussy. Don gave him a huge hit of Jungle Juice, and the poor fucker just moaned and held on to the mattress while I pistoned inside his hole and talked nasty about breeding him with my death seed. It was so fucking hot to be pozzing this pretty boy, knowing he'd probably pass it on to his boyfriend, and I flooded his guts with a huge wave of poz juice. I wanted to taste it out of his sweet ass, but his hole was so hot and juicy that I kept stroking until I shot a second load in his guts. I collapsed on his back, and before I knew it Don was behind me with his hard eight inch rod that he rammed up my shitter. I was worried that the motion would force too much of my own juice to seep out of gymboy's hole, but it wasn't long before I was hard and getting ready to spew another load in his guts while Don fucked me. I waited for Don to shoot, wanting to feel his hot AIDS seed flow into me as close as possible to spewing my own poison into the boy. After a few minutes, Don slammed his cock deep inside, and I could feel the head expand and pulse as he injected my bug fix deep inside my guts, and I followed with a third load for gym boy. The boy moved a bit and moaned in a stupor, which Don fed with a steady supply of pot, beer, poppers and his eight-inch cock to suck. Don and I swapped a couple of poz loads and piss with each other, then each of us gave gym boy one more before I left. Don said he planned to bring some other poz pigs over to pump the gym stud full of AIDS bug all night. I don't know what happened after that, and I wondered if the kid would recognize me this week at the gym. But I haven't seen him since he was on his belly in the motel with poz bug dripping from his gaping cunt....
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I get off on nasty poz talk while breeding as either a top or bottom. It’s been a huge turn on for me since the first wasted guy with AIDS fucked me at the baths in Dallas in 1982. I was on my back, stroking my dick and staring into his vacant eyes. Although we had just met, he kept saying “I’m going to make you mine, boy” as he drilled my hole raw. All of a sudden, his shallow breathing got heavy. He pinned me down with his skinny body as best he could and slammed hard into my hungry hole. His eyes opened wide, and he kept stroking inside my guts as I reached down and felt his balls pulsing his sperm into my body. “Fuck yeah, boy, I’m giving you my DISEASE! Take it, you fucking pig! TAKE IT! Now we can both die!" I knew what he meant, but I wasn’t afraid. I was too fucking turned on to be afraid, and my rock hard dick shot a huge load all over my chest without my having touched myself. I left his room shaking with the knowledge that I had just had the HOTTEST sex I could ever imagine - and that I couldn’t wait to do it again with another verbal poz pig. Do you get off on poz talk? What’s the hottest thing you’ve heard or said while making out or fucking with a poz or neg chaser?
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New Aggressive, Fast-Developing Strain Of Hiv Found In Cuba
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My name is Zip. I know, I know. It’s a funny name to have. Anyway, I volunteer once a month in the AIDS ward at St. Theresa’s Hospital. I help out, doing what I can. As we got to know each other the men and I became more comfortable around each other. They seemed to like having me around. The patient with whom I got along best was named Mickey. He had a sly sense of humor and could always make me laugh. It turned out we were both baseball fanatics as well. Mickey had been a pretty handsome fellow back in the day. It was kind of sad to see the effects of the virus as it increased its hold on him. He’d started losing weight, his cheeks were sort of hollow and his butt cheeks were getting flabby. He managed to take it all with his typical good spirits. One day I was helping Mickey out of the shower as I often did. “Here, let me help you,” I said as I dried his back. As I walked around to the front I was kind of surprised to see that he had an erection…a real stiff one by the looks of it. I dried his chest and his legs. I was on my knees at this point and I finished off by rubbing the towel all around his bobbing hard-on. That seemed to really excite him even more. I don’t know why exactly but I hesitantly reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. He emitted a short grunt, which told me that he liked what my fingers were doing. I figured, if the poor guy enjoyed it, why not give him a hand job? So I got to my feet, sat on the bench facing him and began to stroke gently up and down his shaft. God only knows how long he had been confined to the ward, but I reasoned it had probably been quite a while since he had had sex of any sort, so would be the harm to giving him a simple hand job, after all? Soon, Mickey started making this growling noise so he must have been pleased with my efforts. I certainly wasn’t expecting it when, all of a sudden, he leaned towards me, placed his hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed me down so that I was lying on my back on the bench. His hands moved down a bit and started to unbutton my shirt. I tried to sit up and said, “Mickey, what are you doing?” He looked at me calmly and pushed me back down again. “Ssshhh!” he said in a low voice as he finished undoing my shirt. The shirt fell open, baring my chest. The look in Mickey’s eyes got a little harder and he reached out and gently started to work both of my nipples. I think at that point my sex drive must have come to life because I was instantly aware of how good it felt as his fingers continued to pinch and twist my nips. I was surprised to hear myself let out a long sigh of satisfaction. What was going on? This should NOT be happening. Mickey splayed his left hand his left hand on my chest, effectively holding me down on the bench. His right hand lazily drifted down to my belt and casually began to undo the buckle. “Mickey!” I said. He cut me off, saying, “Keep it down! No one’s going to know we’re here unless you make a fuss.” He gazed at me. “You’re not going to make a fuss now, are you?” When I remained silent he said, “That’s better, let’s just relax and take our time, shall we?” His hand returned to my pants, unbuckling the belt, popping the button on my jeans and smoothly sliding the zipper down. Against my better judgment I was getting turned on by all this. Mickey noticed the swelling in my pants and slid his hand down the front of my jeans and cupped the bulge that had appeared in my tighty-whities. “That’s nice,” he cooed. “Real nice! This is too good to pass up. I want you to hold it right there and don’t move a muscle! I’ll be right back!” With that, he wrapped his towel around his waist and quickly left the shower room. Less than a minute later he came back in, closing the door most of the way but leaving it slightly ajar. He grinned at me as his towel dropped to the floor. Returning to my side, he loomed over me, with his cock kind of wagging back and forth as he moved. I thought I could see a small drop of pre-cum at the tip of his glans. His eyes gleamed as he held up his hands. In the right he had a condom packet and his left hand held a small object…unmistakably a bottle of poppers. When I spied the condom wrapper, the thoughts that were spinning in my head slowed down a bit. It was a relief to see that safety protocols were being observed. “I had these in a drawer…souvenirs of days gone by I guess,” he said sheepishly. With that he tossed the rubber onto my stomach. Next, he uncapped the bottle. “Here,” he said, “see if it’s still ok.” He bent down and held it under my nose. I inhaled deeply a couple of times and instantly felt that familiar feeling wash through my body. “Wow! It’s still pretty strong,” I said as I floated off into la-la land. When I returned to earth, I found that my pants and briefs had been removed. Mickey had my feet propped up on his chest and he was pulling off my white socks. “Welcome back!” he chortled. He surprised me by first kissing both of my feet and then sensuously licking each one. He put my legs back down on the bench and picked up the condom packet. I asked myself, 'Am I really ready to let this guy fuck me, even with a condom? Mickey’s a real nice guy and all but…I mean…he’s got AIDS!' Oblivious to my internal turmoil, Mickey tore open the wrapper and then said, “Here!” as he shoved the bottle back under my nostrils. I began to fade out again. The last thing I remember hearing was a voice saying, “Damn! This condom is way out of date. I guess we’ll have to bareback.” When my attention returned, Mickey was already inside me, smoothly sliding in and out. “Did I hear you say something about barebacking?” I asked in a tight voice. “Yeah,” he said, “the rubber was no good but it was kind of late to put the brakes on. This is much hotter anyway, don’t you think?” I was utterly speechless which I guess he interpreted as consent on my part. He smiled and bent his face down to mine and began to passionately kiss me, nibbling and nipping my lips. So confused was I that even as I tried to squawk a protest through our locked lips I found my body responding to what Mickey was doing. Our tongues started dancing together and my whole being began to synch up with the steady rhythm of his fucking. “Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!” was the only sound I was capable of making at this point. I knew that this was ridiculously unsafe. Here I was, in a hospital ward, having unprotected anal intercourse with an AIDS patient. But as the sexual heat began to cloud my judgment it all started to seem not so important after all. Soon, physical pleasure was all that mattered. After a long, long period of steady thrusting, Mickey began to pick up his pace. His breathing was becoming ragged. My toes flexed and curled as his body transmitted its increasing excitement. I was at the point of wishing that this would never end when Mickey groaned loudly and his frame started to shudder. All of a sudden he bucked against my ass. Once!…twice!... three, four five times he pushed into me, shuddering again at the end! That, in turn, set me off. My whole body spasmed repeatedly as volley after volley of my seed shot across my stomach and chest. I clenched my sphincter ecstatically, wanting to freeze time and savor the moment. We both lay there panting, exhausted from our frantic climax. I heard a voice mutter, “That was so fuckin’ HOT!” With a start, I realized that Mickey was not the one speaking! With Mickey still collapsed on top of me I couldn’t get up but I twisted my head around to see who had spoken. I can’t say who it was for sure because, not one, but all five of the other patients on the ward were clustered in the open doorway. At this point Mickey finally got up off me and there were audible gasps. “Holy Shit! You guys fucked bareback? Zip! What were you thinking, letting Mickey breed you with his infected cum?” That’s when reality came crashing back into my head. Yes, I had let Mickey fuck his AIDS into me, filling me with gobs and gobs of his toxic sperm. To make it worse, while he was planting his dirty seed deep within me, my legs had been wrapped around his waist while I feverishly licked and moaned into his ear. Guiltily, I knew that by the time he blew his poisoned load deep within me, I had desperately wanted…no, needed him to defile my negative ass. Of course that’s about the time that the other guys figured the same thing out: that I had ultimately been more than willing to receive Mickey’s gift! Now I was eager for not just one man, but many men to blast their virus-laden cum into my willing holes. It may not have happened yet, but it was assured that I would soon be told that I, too, was HIV positive. Maybe one day I might even take up residence in this very AIDS ward. But, for now, all that was in the future. Now, I had other things to worry about. From the look in their eyes I could tell that one important fact had finally dawned on them: if one of their number was free to breed me bareback, then it was only fair that all of them had the right to bend me over a gurney and fuck me full of their tainted sperm any time they felt the primal urge. And when the day came that I became infected with their disease, they would send me out into the world to pass the virus on to others. Until then, I will remain Zip and be used regularly every month as their own private AIDS dump! I may even start coming twice a month! It’s the least that I can do to put some Zip into their lives!
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I had met him on BBRTS a year earlier. He lived about two hours away, but there weren't many men where I lived, and his profile piqued my interest. It said he was 30, versatile, and it provided two photographs of a sexy dude with a nice cock in bed. HIV status: ask me. I contacted him with my bugchasing profile. He was interested, but said he didn’t know his status, adding that he preferred not to know so that he wasn't culpable of pozzing guys. We talked off and on for a few months trading fantasies. A re-occurring fantasy of his was that of fucking drunk college boys from the large school in his town and pozzing their asses with unmedicated cum. At the time I was mostly just fantasizing. I had taken an undetectable poz load once or twice a year earlier, and honestly wasn’t sure about this guy, but I knew I wasn’t going to drive two hours to find out if he was legit. And if he was poz and unmedicated, I wasn’t ready for that either. I lost track of him after about a while. A year later I spot him online again and by chance I would be driving near his town, so I contacted him. This time he didn’t hesitate to tell me he had recently been confirmed as POZ, and was still unmedicated. The last bloodwork had shown a viral load of 97,000. He mentioned he had been thinking of calling me, and so I found we ended-up talking about what he wanted to to do me. His voice was masculine and projected a cocky jock attitude. He told me to call him when I hit the road for my trip. A few weeks later, I was ready to drive. I called him after a few minutes on the road. He wanted to meet at a bookstore right off the highway. It wouldn’t add a minute to my trip. I was losing excuses to avoid his toxic load at the last minute, like on-the-fence chasers like me do sometimes. We talked for a few minutes then he said something that clinched it. He wanted to talk to me the entire way until I was at the bookstore, when I was 30 minutes away he would head towards it to meet. We perved for 30 minutes, my cock out and dripping precum as I drove. He wanted me inside a booth with a jock on ready to be pozzed. My heart pounded and I edged my cock as he told me about his latest escapades fucking his raw load into college boys. His favorite thing to do was fuck safe sex only bottoms. He bites the tip off of the condoms he uses, with his cock penetrating skin on skin while the ring and base of the condom remain in place. He relishes in the times the bottoms reach back to make sure there is a condom, feeling the latex ring and relaxing their holes to receive his death seed thinking they are safe from harm. I oozed precum as he told me of the many safe-sex boys to find themselves drunk, questioning if he came in their ass after being slammed full of his cock and cum. He assured them it was just extra lube he had used so his cock wouldn’t hurt them, and reminding them they saw and felt the condom. I was at the exit for the book store, so I telephoned him, saying I was pulling off the highway, and would be there shortly. He replied saying he was five minutes from the book store. We hung up as I parked. I was shaking with excitement as I tucked my cock into my waistband and went inside the metal building where I paid the admission fee and entered the video area. The video booth area was cleaner than any I had seen before. They looked brand new. There weren’t any gloryholes, and unfortunately, I was alone. I had asked him to be verbal so that others could know I was getting poz fucked. Maybe next time. I picked a booth and stripped my shirt and pants off, leaving me standing in a jock, athletic socks, and tennis shoes. He texted saying he was entering the store. The cracked booth door pulled open, he stepped in and closed it behind him. My dick was dripping precum all over the floor in a way it never had before. I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock. It was about seven inches, decently thick, cut, with a big head. I licked his precum before deep-throating and working his cock. All the while complementing my skill at sucking his cock, he talked to me like the faggot slut I was, telling me I was going to submit to his toxic cock and get his AIDS strain I stood up and turned my hole towards his direction. I bent over and braced against the wall of the booth. He plunged his cock into my ass rough. His dirty talk was beautiful. Nonstop poz domination, telling me how I would succumb to and get sick from his unmedicated toxic poz seed. I ached for it and rocked my ass against him to take his cock deeper. He ground my ass like this for what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes, roughly handling my neg jock body, slamming me against the wall, tightening his hand around my neck as he made me beg for AIDS. He made me promise to stay off meds and pass it to college studs who will fall for my hot jock body, all while impaling me with his raw cock. He was ramping up to blowing his load of cum, and it was all I could to do hold my load in and wait for him to climax. I had been gripping my cock still the entire time, on the brink from the first penetration. As he grunted with the release of the first rope of toxic cum into my gut I pulled down on my cock, putting pressure on the skin on the head and shot all over the booth wall. His pace slowed and he continued to grind his cock in and out of my hole for another minute or so.. My post cum regret was quickly sinking in. Fucking idiot fag slut, taking unmedicated poz seed on purpose. This always happens. But this time was the shortest yet. I hurried out of the booth, but by the time I made it to my car I was hard. A minute after driving away I found myself texting him, making plans for my next seeding.
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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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I met him in 2009. He had been in the country for five years, living in NYC but had recently moved to San Francisco. The second I saw his big, veiny, uncut cock on BBRT, I knew I had to get it in my cunt. I liked his status, which was listed as poz + other. The only status which turned me on more was do not care. We met at the hot tubs on Van Ness Avenue. I liked the place as I could fuck and not worry about getting blood on the sheets or piss on the rug, which would be the case if I got fucked at home. I didn't ask what the other in his status was, it really didn't matter. I fucking wanted it - I wanted every fuckin' thing he had. That cock didn't disappoint, it was a thing of beauty: thick, long and shiny. It flopped out of his suit pants, hard and dripping. He bent me over and rammed it home. I was being used like a hole, just like I wanted it. My insides were being torn up. By the time this fuck got sloppy, I would be lubed-up with a mixture of his precum and my blood. My whimpers turned into begging as we were running out of time. I begged for his poz load. The sheets and my ass were soaked with pink froth, my cunt was a hungry gaping hole. He was piston-fuckin' to get his nut. Softly he whispered in my ear "You want my strain, pig?"
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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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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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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.
