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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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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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Undetectables Stop Telling Me It Is Safe To Fuck You...
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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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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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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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New Aggressive, Fast-Developing Strain Of Hiv Found In Cuba
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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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I would gladly travel to the Cleveland area for a real opportunity to be pozzed. I'm bi in a MF relationship, and my fiancée is a chaser too. We only live together 40% of the time; I would love to have a very special gift to give her next time we're together. We're willing to accept any bug but we want the big one. I've dreamed of chasing HIV for well over fifteen years, and now I'm actually doing it. I will submit to brutal use if it increases my chances of being infected. Please check out my profile; I am very much for real.
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I stopped into a skeazy ABS last night looking to drop a load. As I entered the booth area, I noticed a real hot pig who looked tweaked and had the hot signs of an AIDS wasting pig. We went into adjoining booths and he hauled out his huge cut cock and shoved through the gloryhole. I immediately started snorting my poppers, a special mixture of jungle juice and Amsterdam and started flying. After sucking his rank cock and shoving it as far down my throat as I could take it he asked to see my ass. I rarely get fucked but the poppers and his huge cock got me soo turned on. I took a huge hit of poppers and slowly shoved my cunt back on his diseased shaft. I stifled my discomfort with a constant supply of poppers. Another guy entered the opposite booth and shoved a large uncut cock that smelled like it hadn't been washed for days through the hole. I started licking the cheese from under his cock head and then bobbed down on the thick, stinky shaft. The AIDS pig fucking me started pounding me real hard and shot a huge toxic load in my cunt. He withdrew quickly and was out of his booth. I turned around and shoved my now slick cunt back on the nasty cock I had been sucking. The curve in his cock was killer and it felt like he was tearing me apart. I kept on snorting the poppers and taking his uncut cock like a pig should and he eventually unloaded in my ass. I sat down in the booth immediately started jacking my own diseased cock and shot a load all over my chest. I was running late and rushed out of the store still on a poppers daze. When I got home I went to the bathroom and noticed a hot mixture of blood and cum pooling in the ass of my Hugo Boss briefs. I scooped up the mixture and started jacking off again while thinking of the two AIDS dicks that had fucked my tight top hole.
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Anyone registered on Gaydar up for some horny Poz chat message me please
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Hey guys, I'm new in here and I'm not sure if I'm post in the right place. Also, english is noy my first language, so, If I write anything wrong, I early apologize. Well, I was diagnosed with HIV in february, I believe the infection occurred in march of 2013. My CD4 count is at 580 cells/µL of blood. My Viral Load is at 48000/mL of blood. That was the first test I've maed it. I have no symthoms at all. My question is: Should I start the antiretroviral therapy immediately or should i wait a little bit longer? Thank you guys!
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My uncle had business on the coast of Mississippi and he offered me $200 to help him out. I didn't have a job, I needed money, and I liked being around him. He's been my father figure since I was born and we've had a special bond that I didn't understand when I was a kid. I stayed at his house every weekend throughout most of my childhood. I've been attracted to him for most of my life. When I was thirteen, I started sneaking into his bedroom every time he came in from doing yard work. While he was in the shower, I would pick his underwear off the floor and inhale his scent. I was addicted to his musk, his masculinity. He wore his clothes two sizes too small, and he was never without his well-worn John Deere baseball cap. He was a red-blooded American man and all I wanted was him. When I was sixteen, I was finally caught in the act. He went out to get breakfast and I went to his bedroom. I was sitting on the edge of his bed, his underwear pressed to my face and masturbating, when I realized he was standing there, staring at me. I froze. I was too scared to move. "Forgot my wallet," was all he said. He grabbed his wallet from the dresser without taking his eyes off me, and left. After a few minutes, I managed to finish what I was doing. He came back with breakfast and we ate. We talked about going to the lake to fish. We didn't speak of what had happened. His attitude towards me changed only for the better. We felt closer. I told him when I was eighteen that I was gay, but that wasn't entirely true. I wasn't sure what I was. I wasn't attracted to women, and the only man I was attracted to was him, but I couldn't tell him that. I didn't know how he felt and I didn't want to ruin the relationship we had. I had noticed over the past year that his body was changing. He was getting skinnier. His ass wasn't as plump as it used to be. He was still as masculine as ever, but not as built. I still wanted him. He had a dark patch on his chin that he said was just a bruise. I accepted that as truth, but I noticed that it was gone the next day, and that it looked like he had put makeup over it. It didn't take much for me to realize that he probably had AIDs. My attraction to him only continued to grow. I still wanted him, and maybe I was wrong for it, but a need started growing inside me to be just like him. I wanted whatever it was he had, whether it was AIDs or not. When we were in the car, on the way to the coast for his business trip, I would find myself staring at him. He caught me several times, and smiled at me each time. This isn't normal, I kept thinking to myself. But I knew I couldn't come back from this business trip without getting what I wanted. Diseased or not, I've wanted this man sexually for years. It was time I did something to make it happen. I may have been doubtful when I was sixteen, but I knew in my heart that it wouldn't take much to get him to make love to me. Our hotel was a sleazy, rundown joint two blocks from the coast. A couple of tractor-trailers were parked at the far end of the parking lot, and two women, who were without a doubt prostitutes, walked up-and-down the sidewalk in front of the rooms. It was just after seven in the evening when we had checked into our room. I was surprised to see only one queen-size bed, and my heart and cock danced at the possibility that seemed too good to be true. I sat on the edge of the bed. I was hungry. "Can we order pizza?" He smiled at me. "Yes. But I want you to do something for me first." "Anything." He smiled again. "Good. I want you to watch me." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Wait here for a minute and you'll see," he said. He walked out the door and a moment later he returned with one of the women. Without saying a word, he bent her over the little table by the window. He lifted her dress and made eye contact with me as he felt inside her. He didn't break eye contact even has he unbuttoned his jeans, slipped them to his knees, and put himself inside her. I was the one who broke eye contact first. My gaze fell to his ass, now starting to sag a little. A black patch decorated his right ass cheek. I sucked in air. My cock started to throb. I reached into the pair of sweat pants I was wearing and stroked myself. I met his eyes once again and he was smiling at me. "You like that?" He asked. The woman answered, but I knew he was asking me. And I knew what he was referring to. I nodded and smiled even wider. "Good. I was hoping you would." He stared at me as finished. I noticed a flash of pain on his face that lasted only a second as he came inside her. He pulled his jeans back up to his hips before she managed to turn around. He showed her the door and closed it behind her. He turned to me. "I'm hoping that was only foreplay." He was rubbing his crotch and I could see him hardening through his jeans. I stood up and took my clothes off. I looked at him. "You know I want you. I'd be surprised if you didn't." "But do you know what you're getting into?" He asked. "You're the only person I've ever asked that question. You're like a son to me. I want to know that you understand. I want to believe that you understand." I gave him a little smile. "I understand what I'm probably getting into. It doesn't take much to figure out what that black patch means. I still want you. I've always wanted you." He pulled his clothes off. There was a patch on his chest, two patches on his torso, a patch on his pelvis, and, even though I couldn't see it now, the patch on his ass that I saw earlier." "You have to promise me that I won't be the only one." "What do you mean?" I asked. "This is a brotherhood. By the time we go home, you'll be a part of a brotherhood of men who live their lives to recruit others. You have to help do that." I thought about it for a moment. If summoning up the urge to have sex with someone who wasn't him meant fulfilling a wish that I've desperately wanted to come true, I would do it. "I promise," I said. He walked over to me, bent down to meet my lips, and kissed me. He gently pushed me to my knees and rubbed his cock against my lips. He still smelled like her. It wasn't a pleasant smell. His slit was raw and oozing. I let him in my mouth and started sucking him. He moaned as I sucked him, doing my best to keep my teeth away from him. I had never sucked anyone before, and I felt like I was doing a good job. It sound like I was. I felt his hands slip under my armpits. I looked up at him and he lifted me onto the bed. Laying me down, he climbed on top of me, pressed his body against mine, and kissed me. My body was screaming with pleasure as he rubbed his cock against mine. He slid down between my legs, lifted them up, and started licking my asshole. I felt my brain popping with pleasure. He kept making me wetter with spit. He slipped a finger in, working me open. Two fingers. Three fingers. It hurt, but it felt so good. He climbed over my body and gently sat on my chest. "Get it wet." I sucked him, getting as much spit on his cock as I could. He climbed back to my legs, pushed them against my chest, and put his cock against my hole. "This will hurt at first. It won't last long. I promise." He pushed the head of his cock inside me with a little force. I yelped. He learned forward, cupping my face with his hands. "You'll be okay." I nodded, and he kissed me again. Slowly, he moved himself in, and out, and in again, until all of him was inside me. He was right. It didn't last long. Waves of pleasure crashed through me. It was bliss. It was perfect. He spent the better part of an hour slowly making love to me. His breathing started to get more rapid, his thrusts faster and harder. "This isn't the end." He said. "This is the beginning. You'll be a part of something that will connect you with men all over the world. We deserve respect, and that's what we get." His face started twisting. He was about to orgasm. He gave one last final thrust. He cried out in pain as he exploded inside me. I started to jerk my cock, but he pushed my hand away as he collapsed on top of me. He pulled himself out of me. "Men like us, we don't masturbate. We don't waste what can be given to others." He laid down next to me. "I want you to finish inside me." I climbed over to his ass. I spread his cheeks. He hole was purple and raw. There were little bumps around it. "Don't spit on it." He said. "I'll be fine without it. I promise. Just go for it." I put the head of my dick against his hole and pushed. I slid inside him with ease. I was in him for less than a minute before I started blowing the biggest load of my life. When I pulled out, I could see a small streak of blood on my dick. He rolled onto his side and pulled me to him. "I'm attracted to you as much as you are to me." He said. "I hope that we can keep doing this. Sharing our gifts is the best part of the brotherhood." I smiled at him. "Of course we can." I paused a moment. "That woman. You did that to spread the gift?" "Yes," he said. "I only hope that I gifted her and she'll spread that gift to every man that puts himself inside her." We ordered that pizza I wanted, ate dinner, and spent the night repeatedly making love to each other. When I woke up the next morning, my heart fluttered with excitement when I pissed and it burned a little. "Welcome to brotherhood." My uncle said when I told him. "It may only seem like a minor infection, but after the night we had, there's no doubt that you're a member of the pack now."
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Has anyone looked into Obamacare and HIV? I'm still on my parents insurance and untested, i'll need my own insurance soon. none of the information on the web is very clear. i was wondering if anyone has investigated it and what you think.
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I had quite an interesting, difficult experience this weekend, meeting up with a guy who I have seen on a few previous occasions. He is a hot 24 year old cute HIV poz guy. We connected on BBRT a couple of years ago, and then met last March at the Black Party in NYC, and hung out dancing and having fun together most of the night and morning. He then moved down south for a while, and I flew there to see him for a weekend last spring. He moved back north and is living with his parents. He mentioned that he is working on addiction recovery, and I told him I thought this was excellent. I suggested getting together since he was back it the area, and would get a hotel near where he is now living. He did mention that he prob would not be up for sex as he is sorting out sex and drug use concerns. I was cool with that and would be happy just to see him. In April when I saw him last, he looked great. But in when I saw him this past weekend, I was caught off guard to see that his HIV had progressed pretty severely. He was quite frail, had lost lots of weight, had rashes, and walked with great difficulty and with a cane. I asked if he was getting care, and got some confusing responses, including that he had not seen a doctor in 6 months, to having an appointment in January, and the that he got some lab tests last week and was waiting for the results. I offered and would have been willing to take him to a doctor or the hospital if he needed it, but he refused and said that he was handling it, and didn't want to discuss it. I'm sad to admit that I was struggling with how to best support or be with him, even as an HIV positive person myself. I know that I would not be able to get anything from him that I didn't already have myself, though when he indicated that he had delt with staph infections, that scared me a bit and made me a little more distant. We shared a bed and cuddled, but I was a bit reluctant and I know it showed. I am used to seeing asymptomatic people with HIV and have no experience with guys manifesting symptoms like this. I have a new appreciation for people who were caregivers for people with AIDS 20 years ago when this was the norm. Don't know how they did it, but they must have been nothing less than angels. I could see "the looks" that we got from other people out at restaurants and our hotel. They either thought that he was drunk and stumbling, or suspected the truth and kept their distance. He confided that he is scared by his situation, and wondered if he would be able to go back from AIDS to merely HIV. I assured him that he could if he gets back on meds and they are effective - that many guys have gone from being terribly Ill to healthy. So while we were not really close friends it he first place, I'm afraid I've made more distance by how I responded, but wish to let him know that I'm here if he needs someone. I also share the story to help guys consider their thoughts about wanting to choose to progress to full AIDS. Please send positive energy and thoughts to my friend in the hope that he can recover and become again the hot sexy 24 year old that he is inside.
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Link to the article Interesting article. Highlights: 47% of men bareback at least some of the time Pushing condoms doesn't help PrEP may be a better way to stop HIV transmission So we aren't wrong when we suspect a lot of guys are barebackers. -
A holier than thou punk had been dissing and harassing the positives. We got tired of him and had told him to go play with his neg friends. He didnt really know me since I seldom was where he was. I was still healthy looking, almost forty, 6' tall, about 240, long shoulder length hair, glasses, and 7" of cut meat. I worked at a junk yard so I was usually greasy with callused hands and the dirt and grease under my nails was as dark as my glasses frames. The asshole was in his mid twenties with the maturity of a teenager. He had blond hair, unisex attire including dainty (unlike my classic mens hornrim type)glasses, wore earrings and other jewelry and sometimes did drugs but we saw no tracks on his arms. He was mostly versatile and his ass had been fucked by some big ones but he was never fisted. Someone said a couple of poz guys had fucked him but he had beat the odds. He was such a goddamn scumbag douche he wasnt worth the dirt my foot fetish friend licked from under my toenails when he sucked my sweaty feet. "Maybe he needs to get fisted and then fucked or at least dry-fucked." I said. "Good idea." replied someone nearby. They decided that it would be easier to dry fuck him than to get up a team to hold him down so someone could ram his fist up his ass which would be too tight to do quickly. Normally a new fistee would have to be fed quaads and stretched over a period of at least a week according to fisters I'd talked to. Rushing it could rip the asshole's sphincters and render him useless to most of us men who would later want a piece of his ass. I had fisted a few assholes but only ones that were already broken-in, given my full size hands. Anyway I liked the idea of ripping someone up with pelvic thrusts of my dick as I fucked him, pumping pain into him with my love weapon while my dick and I felt nothing but pleasure being a superior manly stud conquering some scumbag obviously inferior to me and other men, and the ultimate feeling when I ejaculated pumping my deadly AIDS in him while he cried feeling sorry for himself. I had done that to a virgin one although he was more or less wasted on dope and another asshole who had been fucked only by small-endowed men. Both of those assholes bled and I could have knocked them up had I been positive back then. We knew where the punk hung out and what kind of men turned him on. I was on the fringes of the kind of men he would service and my cut 7" was bigger than the usual 5" and 6" dicks he usually took although he had taken a nine and ten-inch when he could find one. That meant his hole was used to bigger ones and was less likely to get the tiny tears and fissurs that would let the virus into his system. My dick was up to it and I was one of the better-hung men as well as larger and stronger than the guy with the cut nine-inch I had shared a bug-chaser with. We knew that once I rammed it up the asshole and started pumping he would fight to get out from under me. The plan was to hang out in the bar the asshole frequented and if he didnt pick up a trick by the panic hour I'd try my luck cruising him and hopefully take him to a rented room we had set up and score. After three successive nights the plan actually worked. One night seemed a slow night for him and he seemed in heat. He was a versatile but often let the other guy fuck him first because he seemed to be in more pain if he got fucked after cumming or was less inclined to want to get fucked after he came. I would have liked to fuck him after he got off just to put more pain to him but then again I figured he might cum from getting fucked. I took a stool near him at half past one in the morning and as he sat dejectedly nursing his drink I fondled myself and he noticed. He nodded, I nodded back and he asked me if I was versatile. I replied I was even though I'm a Top and never intended to let anyone use me for a bottom. A few more words and he seemed resigned to settle for me and we left. We took a cab to what I said was my place and we went into the apartment. We hugged but I could tell he wasnt as attracted to me as he was to the younger more hip guys he preferred. He seemed even less attracted to me when he saw me in the light. At least he didnt try to bolt. If he did the team would come out of the walk-in closet and help hold him down if necessary. "Do you want to go first?" he asked. "Yes, I want to fuck you, then we can go from there." I replied as we stripped. He looked semi-athletic as well as his coiffed hair and dandy-like appearance which was quite a contrast to my plain blue collar with long hair look. We left our glasses and socks on although I would have loved to have him give my sweaty feet some oral service as well. "Suck it hard." I told him. He knelt and did as he was told. My dick felt good as I stood looking down on him while he sucked it to hardness. I hardened quickly in anticipation of what I would do to his ass. He left it wet as instructed and lay on his stomach on the bed. I stood behind him so he couldnt see that I was simply faking greasing up. I merely dribbled some of my own spit onto my dick and then spat on his asshole and mounted him. He seemed to feel the lack of sliminess but didnt say anything. I then let my weight drive it in. "Ow!" he whined as I forced my dick up his ass. I hilted myself in a couple of powerful thrusts as he whined and cussed me out. I lay on him pinning him down much like when I pinned a bug to a block of wood in a college freshman science class while he got used to my spit-lubed dick in him. I began fucking him and he squealed, "You ugly son of a bitch!" and tried to wiggle his ass side to side in a vain attempt to dislodge my dick from his hurting hole. I jabbed his ass cheeks with my thick thumbnails which caused him to cuss more but he kept still to avoid more jabs. "Fuck you!" I growled while punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. I then fucked him as harshly and brutally as I could including hip-snaps and full strokes but careful enough to keep it from slipping out of him. I also angled myself from side to side to tear the sides of his rectum as well as moved my pelvis up toward his head and down towards his feet to get the top and bottom of his rectum. I corkscrewed my hips at various depths as well working to get him bleeding inside. He felt it and fought but I was able to keep him under me with the help of grabbing his hips and sometimes his upper arms tighter, my thick nails which I kept cut straight across digging-in including drawing blood. That blood was minuscule compared to the blood I had coming out his rectal walls as I had a ball tearing him up inside before pumping for the kill. I felt his hole getting a little slicker and managed to raise myself up by grabbing his upper arms and looking back between my belly and his ass and saw what looked like streaks of blood on the exposed part of my dick which I then slammed back home before he got any ideas. I then lay on his back and began piston-thrusting in him, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass, as I gradually sped up. My dick and my male ego were both feeling good as I pounded him into the bed. I was glad for the rubber sheet under the bedsheet knowing what was to be spilled including cum and blood. I let my pelvis take over, my dick going from pile-driving to jack-hammering him into the bed as I raced toward my climax. Pure happiness took over as I got closer and then it hit, I began pumping my powerful bullets of diseased cum into the asshole who seemd to be resigned that I now 'owned' him as I happily pumped my AIDS into him. I repeatedly rammed it home as the great feeling my dick enjoyed almost hurt because it felt so fucking good pulsing with that utmost intense pleasure, the male orgasm. I slammed it home until I was sure every last virus-carrying sperm cell had left my dick and was doing its work carrying my filthy deadly viral load through the rips in his anus into his bloodstream. I rested, catching my breath, as some sweat rolled off me onto him. I could feel a bit of sweat wetness between his back and my belly and chest. "Man, fuck that felt fucking fantastic! I cant remember the last time my dick felt that good. I'm so glad I fucked you." I exclained. The punk seemed to ignore it, seething in his own world of pain and misery having been fucked in more ways than one by a manly beefy self-centered stud nearly twice his age and masculinity. I corkscrewed my hips to stir my load in him and force more virus through his battered rectal walls into his bloodstream as well as add pain to him and pleasure to my penis which was still mostly hard. He cussed me out and told me to pull out. Again I said "Fuck you!' emphasized with two brutal thrusts and remained laying on and in him enjoying the afterfuck. I finally pulled out five munutes later, my dick pink with cum and blood and a little brown as well. He saw it and just about freaked knowing how much I tore him up inside. I would have liked to make him to suck it clean and make him drink my warm beer on tap but with his rage that was out of the question. Instead I turned my back to him and wiped my dick off on his shirt, then dropped it back onto his clothes. "I see you came." I said, noticing the white slime on the bed when he got up. Much as he objected to how I treated him I knew that I would turn him on enough that he would cum from getting fucked by me although he would never admit it. Many less-than-masculine bottoms seem to love being used like a cheap piece of cunt by us masculine Tops. I got dressed and he reluctantly did too. He said that he would never have sex with me again even though he likely knew he owed me a blowjob. He had thought it would be a nice session of versatility with maybe some 69ing and trading fucks and sucks but once I had him pinned to the bed with my dick he knew it was a different story. I quickly got dressed and watched as he got dressed. He then said a few choice words on his way out, slamming the door behind him. As soon as I made sure he was gone the team came out. "Great fuck Jim. You're a fuckin hero!" one guy said and hugged and kissed me. A series of hi-fives and slaps on the back along with more hugs and kisses finished the glee. We then headed home. A couple of weeks later I walked into our usual watering hole and Tom who was a bear a dozen years my senior threw a bear hug and french kiss on me and told me they had found out the punk was sick with the AIDS flu. "Good work stud, you did it!" he exclaimed and kissed me again. A round of hugs and kisses followed and one guy asked me to fuck his mouth which I did in the mensroom. I felt good being hailed as a hero for enjoying tearing up some asshole with my dick and having a really great feeling orgasm knocking him up with my deadly cum. A month later the punk tested positive. Another round of jubilation including a poz bottom who loved getting fucked by me, sucking my dick clean, drinking my piss and kissing my powerful dick and balls. A week after that a bug-chaser asked me to fuck him because he wanted a masculine stud to knock him up. I gladly pumped my aids up his ass. It was almost as great feeling an orgasm as when I fucked that punk two months before. The joys of fucking someone more ways than one. The punk's immaturity extended to his neglect of taking his meds properly. He got sick and last anyone heard he was bedridden in a hospice.
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Got AIDS here 'cause I seek out bareback sex with other men who have the nasty bug. I love to have a guy stick his sick dick inside my diseased fuckhole and scream at me all the nasty he's pumping into me. My favorite scene is me begging to be infected by a stranger that I've never seen before, not knowing how many other dead men he's had sex with. I like quantity, not quality, and being very promiscuous, that's why my t-cell count is below 100... Was cruising a bathroom in downtown Washington DC, when a nasty, very skinny homeless guy asked me for some cash (He went into a stall and sat down on the toilet after I said no). I cruised the bathroom for about 15 minutes with no anal or oral action. Finally, I knocked on the stall where the homeless guy was sitting. He opened up and I said I would give him $5 if he fucked me. He said ok and preceeded to undo his pants. He dropped them around his ankles and started stroking his black cock to a stiff 9 inches. I dropped my own pants, started stroking my cock, got down on my knees, held my breath and tasted the nastiest dick I've ever done. I got it wet enough with my spit, stood up, and slid his rod inside my fuckhole. I beg him to shoot inside me, but he said it wasn't a good idea. I said why? He said he had AIDS...My cock got harder. I told him that's what I'm looking for and to shoot whatever he's got into me. He pushed his cock into me and dumped a charged load inside my white man-pussy. I made sure he dumped every drop of his germ inside me. He pulled out and asked if I was okay with that. I bent down, licked my ass-juice off his disease pole, and handed him his $5. Best infection I ever had. I jack off to this story whenever I can't find someone else to infect me.
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Hi guys, I would like to buy a funnel for inserting collected cum in my ass and to use it as a lube. I think the best thing to do is using a funnel but the ones I tried hurted my ass and it bleeded because they were made of (too hard) plastic. Wich kind of funnel should I use (silicon maybe?) and where to buy it? Thanks everyone for suggestions
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Hi, guys. I've posted before about the sauna I frequent in London, and I went there again this past Friday. Everything seemed to come together to produce the most fantastic experience of my life. In short, I got fucked fifteen times in a little under four hours, and 13 different guys shot their loads up my ass! They ranged from a fat guy with a four inch dick, to a thin guy with a huge dick (more about him later), from a group scene in the restrooms on the third floor, to a really slutty scene with me laying in the sling, legs up, taking cocks one after the other until my ass was just dripping spunk. I think the sling scene was best - this fat, middle-aged guy started fucking me and by the time he was ready to cum, there were three or four others watching. When he finished, a nice, athletic looking guy with a big dick took his place and began fucking me really slowly, moving the sling back and forth. He really turned me on. He kept smirking down at me, sort of secretly, and I suppose he might have not cum if I'd asked. But I told him to shoot it, and when he came he just sort of held the head inside me and squirted just inside. When he pulled out I felt round for my hole, and there was there was this huge gob of spunk sliding out. A small, hairy bear-like guy was watching. He put his finger in me and felt for the spunk. He was really excited. I said "come on, do me." He practically launched into the saddle and shoved a short, but fat dick up my oozing ass. He was all red and sweaty and after a while he gasped "where do you want it?" I grabbed his hips and held him in me. "Inside" I said, and he let loose, slamming his cock into my hole he shot. I just want to say about the restroom. I went up there and fell asleep naked, face down on one of the benches. Suddenly, I felt some one climb on top of me. What a shock! One minute I was dozing, the next a guy was crouched between my legs, shoving a very long, thick cock up my ass! Fortunately, I was wet with spunk and lube. Then a few other guys came into the room, presumably to take a piss, and I heard someone say “let’s take turns fucking him." I surmised word had got round about me. The guy on my back was very thin: I could just see his face silhouetted over my shoulder and reach back to feel the boney legs straddling me - and he was shivering and gasping as the other guys fed him poppers. His cock was smooth and it kind-of tingled as it slid in and out, almost like a burning feeling. I lay there helplessly as someone straddled my head so the top could suck some cock he fucked. I felt my spine tingle as I glanced back and saw the gaunt, excited face of the guy riding me - I suspected, no, I knew he was far gone with AIDS. I looked around, and the other guys were watching and jacking, eager to take me, pale excited faces in the dim light. The guy in my hole started to shake and jerk - should I stop him? Should I? Then I lay my head on my arms, raised my ass a little, and accepted his cum as he shot it into me. I swear I could feel it burn as it flooded me. When he'd finished, he started to giggle and climbed off me. He was really skinny and bright eyed. "Wild!" he said, "really wild. You're fucked man." Then his buddies got me kneeling on the couch, as the next cock slid up my tingling hole. I can't tell you how excited I am.
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After I zipped my note off to you yesterday, I was horny as hell and called Mr. Texas again. There he was! I asked after his ass, how it was feeling and all. He allowed that it was better now. "Would you like some more poison?" "You won't tear me up again, will you?" "I don't think I'd need to, do you?" He thought not. So he decided to cum over again! We made out for a while when he came in, to set the "romantic" scene. I gave him some alcohol this time to relax him up a bit. He really fixated on the KS on my tongue, sucking it and begging to see it. It didn't take him long to get himself all horned up and ready for a fuck! As he relaxed and we made out some more, I said, "Tonight you are to call me 'AIDS.' Are you ready for a ride?" He was up and headed for the bed faster than I was! We'd gotten mostly naked already while we were making out, and it took only a second to finish the job. "Let me lick your ass to make it relax and feel good" I said. So he whipped over on his tummy and spread his legs. Over his shoulder he reminded me that I'd promised not to rough him up this time. "OK, baby. Nothing but daddy's dick tonight." So I managed to blow two more loads of poz cum up his eager ass. "Oh, fuck me, AIDS, fuck me." He went on and on. After he took my second load in his drippy, sloppy ass, he rolled over and popped a load in my mouth. "Are you daddy's poisoned whore-boy now?" "Oh, yeah. It's just so hot thinking of you as AIDS instead of a person. Fuck!" I told him I knew some other guys that were into pozzing young guys like him, and offered to set up a time to get us all together so he can take multiple loads from multiple poz guys. That got his dick all hard again, so I let him pop ANOTHER load in my mouth. "Yeah, blow your load all over daddy's KS!" That drove him into a frenzy! So it seems I've found a bed-warmer. I gave him $50 as he left. He asked why. I told him its the mark of a whore boy to take money. And I only fuck with whore boys. That started a whole NEW number in his head!
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