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Looking for a little fun, I did a search for the local gay bars. I picked one of three and stopped in to see what I could scare up. After nursing a beer at the bar for a while, a nice looking guy approached me and asked whether or not the stool beside me was taken. I told him I'd be happy to have someone to chat with. At first we talked about the weather and local happenings before he mentioned, "I haven't seen you here before." "Yeah, it's my first time here," I answered. Getting to the point, he asked, "Well, just what are you looking for?" "A few hot loads up the ass." "Well, I guess that sums it up pretty well." "I think so," I replied as I smiled and looked him directly in the eyes. "Got any to share?" "Any conditions?" he asked. "Yeah, bareback, and no sky high VL counts," I replied, adding "Due to 'circumstances' little while ago, I just bareback only poz cocks. Are you poz?" I asked. "Yes, I am." "On meds?" "No, not yet." "How long have you been poz?" "A couple of years now." "Do you know your load count?" "Well, it's not as low as a guy on meds, but it's not ragingly toxic anymore either." "You're exactly what I'm looking for. Not undetectable but not totally lethal either. Wanna fuck? My hole is cleaned out and it's eager to entertain charged up visitors." "Now?" "Yes, now." "How do you like it?" he asked. "Hard and rough, but you have the cock and I merely have the hole, so once you're inside me, you're the one in control if it." "It sounds as though you understand who's in charge during a fuck. Your place or mine?" "Do you live near here?" "Yes." "Your place then. Let's go and fuck!" We paid up and left the bar. I followed him to his place. It didn't take us long to get naked and down to business. After sucking his dick to get it nice and hard, he lubed it up and used his fingers to poke some lube into my hole. He wasn't huge at about 7-1/2" long, but he his cock was nicely thick at the root. I couldn't wait to feel him balls deep inside my hole. I got into the knee-chest position and felt him get behind me. I reached around to guide his cock to my hole. I had his cock head centered against my hole and he eased forward a bit, opening me slightly, to get firmly aimed for the entry. "Ready?" he asked. "Ram it in and be brutal! Have no mercy on my hole!" I hadn't been fucked in months and hadn't even played with my toys lately, just so I could enjoy the savage and ruthless entry of a nice, thick rod. Instantly he rammed his hard cock into me. I felt the agony of sharp, stabbing pain, just as I had hoped. My asshole silently screamed its pain into my body, and I relished the agony, hoping he had caused some fissures. With the next stroke, he drove into me balls deep, the agony in my hole continuing. I moaned, loving the abuse he was giving my hole, which seemed to spur him on because he continued to sharply pound my hole. Sadly, the pain began to subside. I really do love that searing pain of feeling as if my hole is being ripped open, the pleasure of my tight hole being stroked by his cock. Not that the ebbing pain wasn't pleasurable - in its own way. After a few minutes of pounding my hole I felt his strokes begin to slow, then become harder and ever more purposeful, pausing at the bottom of every entry. I knew he was ready to pump his charged load deep inside my colon. "Take my hot load deep up your ass!" he moaned. "Pump every dirty drop from your balls deep inside me," I answered. And, after a few more strokes, he collapsed on top of me. "Just stay deep inside me, plugging your load in me," I whispered. "Don't let one hot drop trickle out." Alas, after a while, his dick softened and slid out of me. We took a break, shared some wine, and chatted. We quickly agreed that at least one more loading of my hole was in order. After half an hour he asked, "Are you ready to take another load?" "Yeah! Fuck my hole with your toxic seed!" He was already at half mast, so lubing his cock immediately brought it to full mast. I laid on my back for this fuck, so I could see his eyes and kiss him as we coupled. He guided his cock to my hole and easily entered it. His eyes fixed on mine as he entered me. I saw the intent on his eyes, to give my hole a good workout as he gave me another load. Once again, he pounded away at it. Being our second fuck, he lasted a lot longer and steadily drilled me with long, strong strokes, finally discharging the contents of his balls deep inside me yet again. As he laid there, having just delivered his second charged load into me, as the last one was still soaking its way into my bloodstream, he asked "So, how long have you been poz?" "I'm not poz," I answered. Startled, he asked, "You're neg?!" "Yeah, as of my last test, six weeks ago. You're my first poz cock since then." "Oh my God! I thought you were poz! You said that 'due to circumstances,' you only bareback poz cocks!" "Yeah." "I thought you meant you had gotten pozzed." "I figured you might think that." "But...?" He was at a loss for words, giving me a puzzled look. "Something was missing. The thrill was gone. I've always barebacked, unless my top wanted a rubber, and I've always advertised for DDF tops, but taking raw loads got to be too ordinary. I wondered, 'What will it take to put the spark back into getting buttfucked?' and then it hit me, that I needed to start taking loads from poz guys. "The whole idea of letting a poz cock pump its load into me, the risk of getting pozzed, was intoxicating. I placed a CL ad looking for a poz top. One of the responders turned me on to breedingzone.com. Boy oh boy, did I ever learn a lot in a couple of weeks, but even so, I was even more committed to taking loads from poz guys. I don't want to get pozzed - I'm just looking for the thrill of taking a known hot load and then waiting it out to see whether or not I got knocked up. At first I thought I was a bug chaser, but since I don't want to get pregnant, I'm just what someone termed a 'load chaser.' Anyway, since I've always barebacked, sooner or later, I'm going to get pozzed, so why not have fun getting converted?" He laid there with his dick still inside me. I felt it begin to get hard again. Obviously, my candidness about hot loads got him turned on. He began to stroke in and out of me. "Are you ready for another hot load?" "Pound the hell out of my hole! Fuck it until its sore, raw and bleeding before you cum!" With that, he began to thrust harder and deeper. Being the third fuck of the evening, he really had to work at pounding another load out, but finally, he managed to do so. And sure enough, my hole got so sore and raw, it bled. His cock had tinges of my blood on it after he pulled out of me. Not a good sign for me about remaining neg. All the better for his toxic seed to seep into my bloodstream, in case it hadn't already soaked through my colon walls. The greater the risk, the greater the thrill! After he rolled off me he asked, "Well, what now?" "Well, normally, I wait before taking on another cock to see whether or not the fuck flu hits. If it doesn't, because you can get converted without it, I wait another month to get tested. Then, if the results are negative, I look for another hot load, but, just for tonight, if you don't mind having me around until dawn, do you have any poz friends who may be showing up tonight at the bar? Poz friends who like to fuck neg holes? In the meantime, I'll take some wine enemas and you can slut out my hole to any cock you can get to fuck it? I have an enema bag in my car." "Well," he replied, "as a matter of fact I do have some poz friends who love to load up neg holes. I'll get some wine for you, but forget going to your car for your bag. You can use mine. Let me get your first wine enema into you, then I'll call a few friends and post an ad on CL. Let's see just how many poz loads we can get up your ass tonight!" TBC
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AIDS APOCALYPSE - It’s a Brave New World: An apocalypse, translated literally from Greek, is a disclosure of knowledge, a lifting of the veil or revelation, or a disclosure of something hidden. Funny thing to being thinking about when my ass is being pummeled beyond all comprehension, but this is what I had always hoped for, a true out of body fuck and I found it when my world ended. Like many other things, modern media and entertainment has somewhat corrupted the meaning of apocalypse to refer to a great catastrophe or the end of times and if you believed the news headlines that started appearing about 28 months ago, you might have thought that was the case: ZOMBIES LIVE! - Exclaimed the tabloids NEW PLAGUE RAVAGES EAST COAST – Cried the newspapers GAY VIRUS WILL KILL US ALL!! – Heralded the conservative news stations Well, they were all true – sort of. It happened fast, quick, and spread like a wildfire through the dry brush of a California hill side. The AIDS virus we had all come to know and love had mutated far beyond anything before. Why? The Centers for Disease Control (CDC) – who by the way mainly runs the government now – have debunked the wilder theories (lets just say pets were involved), and have stated it was a combination of viral resistance, greedy drug companies making short cuts in the drug formulas, and climate change. Yes climate change. Apparently there are all kinds of nasty bugs, critters, and viruses that were embedded in the permafrost along with those poor wooly mammoths and low and behold one of them was an ancient form of the AIDS virus. Somewhere, somehow, that ancient bug revived, bred with its modern descendant, and all hell broke loose. The AZTs as we all call it – AIDS ZOMBIFICATION TROUBLES – brought the world’s governments together in a way nothing else ever had. The CDC has given it some fancy, long, name, but AZTs stuck and with it, our world changed: · The new AIDs virus can live outside the body longer than science still says is possible – but it does. · It can infect its new host by touching the same thing they touched – you don’t need to take their bodily fluids anymore – but of course that’ll do you in for sure. · For a lot of people, the virus hits hard, fast, and the progression from healthy to sick and wasted is months, not years. · For others – the AZTers – the virus leaves them less than normal, less than human, more zombieish. Oh they don’t eat brains or rampage like dumb monsters, but to society they are monsters still the same. · AZTers survive the initial infection onslaught, their eyes turn completely white, they have heightened senses, they often lose all their hair and pigment to their skin, their bodies waste down, they get lesions, their minds are generally intact, and they are all driven to never-known heights of sexual need and intensity. Reports of rapes exploded. · In many ways AZTers become physically stronger, their bodies can change in appearance as bone growth is spurred or other body parts change. The virus does not waste them away to nothing as it wants to live and reproduce so it changes their bodies to be the strongest infection vectors that it can and flushes away what it deems unnecessary. o One of the rumors was that the Army started this whole shit storm trying to make a super soldier. Someone who was stronger, with inhuman stamina, size, and more. o Another urban legend was that some AZTers had sexual organs far bigger than any other human. · There is no cure. Scary shit right? Well you can imagine how the Puritanistic leaders of the world reacted to all this. All newly infected people are forced into large, medical quarantine zones. Those that live to become AZTers, the chronic survivors, are herded into special centers. They are cared for, sure, but as they are still infectious they are isolated from the rest of the world. Drugged, imprisoned, hated by the entire world. Rumors abound that in some places, they are actually killed. For the rest of us life is not much better. · All internet hook up sites have been banned, shut down, and terminated. · Even talking about unprotected sex can get your reported and being caught will get you arrested. · The government is so far up our asses they know when you shit. · If you were known to be already HIV POZ you were tagged and watched extra carefully as you were seen as a high-risk/likely conversion. · Everyone must report in to their neighborhood clinic once per week for the standard AZT check. · Bars have mostly closed, people don’t go to theaters anymore, flying on a plane or other public transportation is done as little as possible and with masks, gloves, and minimal human contact. Three months ago the CDC announced to the world they had developed an AZT-Prep treatment. In record time, the government said they had developed a way to prevent infection – well most of the time as there were still reports of people who seroconvert or just get infected for no known reason. Nothing is 100%. All the rules are still in place, but now there is hope, hope that maybe one day we can fuck like we used to. In the meantime, I learned to chase the rumors of a darker world, a world where raw dick was still available, and the risk was beyond anything experienced before. From the beginning there had been faint rumors and furtive whispers of places where dark desires could be met. That the government was not telling us the truth. That AZTers were not infectious at all. That taboo exploration of sexual boundaries still existed. I was a dedicated cum hound, bug chaser, and bareback dick fiend, and determined to find out. My first break came three weeks ago. I ran into an old fuck buddy on the street. Ron was about my age, taller and bigger than me, white, handsome, with a nice 9-inch dick. He had been married when we first met and I was one of his secret bottom buddies that he would sneak away from the wife and kids to fuck raw. Nice dick, rough fucker, and always big loads. Ron seemed real down and I quickly learned his wife had converted early in the outbreak, his kids had been sent to live with their grandparents, and he blamed himself. I invited him back to my apartment figuring a drink would cheer him up. We had barely got in the door when Ron started pawing at my ass saying, “I NEED TO FUCK YOU!” The more I pushed him away, the more aggressive he became. “STOP!” I said, “We can’t. You know the risk.” Ron also knew what a slut I was for his dick so instead of arguing with me he roughly pushed me back as he guarded the door, quickly stripped out of his clothes and then pounced. Ron’s hard dick was like a club as he used his legs and hands to pin me to the floor and hold me while yanking my pants down. “I KNOW YOU WANT MY CUM. YOU ALWAYS WANTED MY CUM YOU LITTLE FUCKER!” Ron growled as he got into position and fumbled around trying to find my ass hole. I had not been fucked since the outbreak started and cried out as Ron used all his force to rip my hole open. “MAYBE I TURNED MY WIFE, MAYBE I DIDN’T, BUT I DON’T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE. NOBODY CARES ANYMORE. LIFE HAS GONE TO SHIT. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE MY BIG RAW DICK,” Ron panted as he slammed in and out of my bloody ass. I whimpered and mumbled through the pain and the fear. What if he had turned his wife? What if he was infected? What if the AZT-Prep didn’t work? What if…what if…? Then, as the heat of Ron’s body radiated against my back and his dick took what he needed, my ass relaxed, and I remembered how fucking good being filled felt and how much I needed that. I lifted my hips a little to meet Ron’s thrust. He paused, chuckled, “YOU FUCKING BUG CHASING BOTTOM. I KNEW IT. WHAT WAS ALL THIS ‘NO STOP’ SHIT ABOUT THEN ANYWAYS? GET THE FUCK UP. BEND OVER THE CHAIR AND LET ME DICK THAT ASS DOWN.” Three strokes in and I was all his, begging for it, “PLEASE CHARGE ME UP. INFECT ME LIKE YOU DID YOUR WIFE. GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY CUM RON, GIVE IT TO ME.” All of Ron’s fear, anger, loss, desire, and need came out as he ravaged my ass and shifted from being the tender lover, to brutal rapist, and back. Multiple loads later he was finally sated and just before he opened the door to leave he warned, “Not one fucking word about this. You have more to lose than I do.” I shivered, closed the door, and ran to the bedroom where I quickly jerked off using some of the cum and juice from my ass to lube my hand. God damn that felt good. Feeling raw dick again and the risk – holy shit! What was I thinking? Just the thought of taking his ‘maybe-AZT’ dick kept me rock hard even after I shot. My mind was consumed, playing it over and over again. I was hooked. I didn’t have to wait long. I had barely been home from work 10 minutes the following day when there was a pounding at my door. My heart leapt, my fear spiked, “Fuck, did the government find out?” I cautiously stepped into the hall and braced myself as I leaned forward and looked through the peephole. It was Ron. I let out a big sigh, unfastened the chain, deadbolt, and got pushed back as he stepped in, grabbed me, clamped his hand over my mouth and made room for another man. Ron’s guest proceeded to kick his shoes off and pull his pants down as Ron asked, “Where you want him?” Without a pause the man said, “I’LL FUCK HIM RIGHT HERE. I CAN’T WAIT.” Ron slapped my face hard, “Not a fucking sound,” he said as he pulled my t-shirt off over my head while his friend undid my pants and let them fall. His friend then literally picked me up, my legs dangling as the pants fell, set me back down, then pushed me face first into the wall with his left hand covering my mouth and face. This guy was a good deal bigger than Ron and manhandled me with ease. His dark shadow fell against the wall as he pushed his spit covered dick into my ass. “MY BUDDY RON HERE TELLS ME YOU GOT SOME GOOD RAW PUSSY HOLE. THAT YOU’RE A WILD ONE. WILLING TO PLAY BUG ROULETTE. GOOD.” “COME ON CJ, BOUNCE IN THAT ASS,” Ron urged. After the initial forced fuck in the hall, CJ – I don’t know if that was his name, nickname, or what, but that’s what Ron called him – had dragged me into the bedroom, threw me up on the bed, climbed up, lifted my legs up and back so they were held in place by his thighs as he leaned over me and dropped his big 10+incher balls deep. CJ would raise on his tip toes and using the bounce in the bed kept trying to jump further and further into my now opened ass. I rested my hands on his massive shoulders even though I was tempted to pull at the t-shirt they had wrapped and tied over my head. I had complained about taking his raw dick and after a few slaps from CJ did not quiet me, he barked he did not want to hear my mouth, see my face, and was just going to use me as the cum bucket I was. In the old days, before the AZT apocalypse, CJ would have been the sort of breeder I chased. Tall, black, handsome, buff, and a dick of death – which these days could be literal. “TELL ME YOU WANT SOME AZT CUM, TELL ME YOU WANT ME to BREED YOU LIKE A ZOMBIE BITCH. SPEAK NOW LITTLE FUCKER. I ALREADY CONVERTED A COUPLE BITCHES LIKE YOU. IT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING ME IN THAT HOLE. ONCE I AM IN SIGN THE FUCKING DEATH CERTIFICATE. YOUR’E DONE. HA HA HA – YEAH FEEL YOU SHAKING AND QUIVERING NOW. YOU BEST BE SCARED LITTLE DICK-TEASE SHIT. NO RUNNING FROM MY DYNAMITE DEATH STICK, FUCK WHO KNOWS, MAYBE I STILL GOT SOME OF THAT AZTER PUSSY JUICE ON MY DICK FROM THE HOOKER I PAID FOR THE OTHER DAY,” CJ boasted. WTF? My mind was on overload right then, but my ass – fucking betraying ass – was opening up like a can of tuna and urging CJ on for his chunky mayo. Ron and CJ took turns fucking me for the next few hours – rapist tag team – before finally leaving me to get some rest. My ass throbbed, hurt, was swollen, but filled with cum and I sang HALLELUJAH on the inside as my cum pig self had been fed. Almost every night for the next two weeks was the same. Ron, CJ, or usually both would show up my door and take turns forcing their dicks in me. Neither one wanted love, affection, or a partner. This was all about power, the taboo thrill, and the feeling of strength they got from dominating me when everything else in the world around them was out of their control. I did ask CJ about his comment about fucking an AZTer and he said it was true. For enough money, there were a few, select places in the area where they had AZTer prostitutes chained to beds for those willing to live on the edge. Four days ago when Ron showed up he had someone new with him. This guy was about CJ’s size, but older, buzz cut, graying on the sides, big cigar in his mouth. Ron nervously introduced him as “Colonel”, set a leather tote on the floor in the hall and left. My mind screamed, ‘GOVERNMENT – RUN, RUN..’ but then I figured if I had been reported, they would have sent the medical SWAT team, not some big daddy bear looking all relaxed. I tried to make small talk but the Colonel just eyed me up and down, shook his head, picked up the leather tote and walked into my bedroom. I followed and watched curiously as he unpacked a long leather strap that had four cuffs spaced evenly along it’s length. “Get on the bed, face that way, right leg here, left leg there,” the Colonel ordered. I stripped and did as I was told. I was doggy style with my ass facing him as the Colonel cinched first my right ankle, then my left into the outer leather cuffs and cinched the buckle tight. “Put your face down and reach back between your legs with both hands,” he ordered next. It took me a second to get that position right as it was a bit unnatural, but when I finally contorted myself like a Christmas ham, he secured my wrists in the middle two leather cuffs and looped a small chain through metal links at the top of each cuff, which he secured with a brass lock. I could hear him getting undressed now, felt his warm hands on my ass, felt his finger at my hole, prodding, exploring, teasing, marking it as his. “HOW MANY RAW DICKS HAVE YOU TAKEN SINCE THE OUTBREAK,” the Colonel asked, “ONLY TWO? I CHECKED YOUR RECORDS. YOU REPORTED NONE. OF COURSE HE TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL. RON IS A SNEAKY SON-OF-A-BITCH LIKE THAT. SO RON AND CJ? HOW MANY TIMES DID THEY FUCK RAW? DID YOU LIKE IT? ANSWER ME TRUTHFULLY NOW? I CAN TELL YOU DID FROM THE WAY YOUR HOLE SQUEEZES MY FINGER WHEN I ASK.” The Colonel went on, “I DISCOVERED RON’S LITTLE PROCLIVITIES HERE QUITE BY ACCIDENT. NO...NO…DON’T WORRY, NO ONE ELSE KNOWS – YET. HE CONFESSED HE RAPED YOU AND YOU TRIED TO STOP HIM. IS THAT TRUE? YOUR ASS TELLS ME OTHER WISE. YOUR ASS IS SAYING YOU BEGGED FOR IT, PLEADED FOR IT, WANTED IT DIDN’T YOU? YOU WANT ME TO RAPE IT TOO? FUCK YOU RAW? BLOODY THAT HOLE UP SO YOU MIGHT CATCH SOME AZT FLOATER OUT THERE? MAYBE THE SHIT’S AIRBORNE NOW. MAYBE IT’S ON MY CLOTHES JUST WAITING FOR A WARM BODY TO GROW IN. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? NO…TOO FUCKING BAD.” I cried out as the Colonel pushed his big dick into me and he was just as long and even thicker than CJ. Strapped like I was I could not run, move, or do anything except take it and man did the Colonel give it to me. It wasn’t long before my ass took over and I was overwhelmed with sexual bliss and the joy of big, raw dick. I couldn’t help it at that point and began to beg, “GIVE ME SOME AZT DICK, POZ UP MY HOLE, BREED ME WITH DIRTY CUM, RAPE IT HARDER! HARDER! I WANT SOME MONSTER DICK TO FUCK ME – FUCK ME WITH YOUR CUM.” The dirtier I talked, the harder the Colonel’s dick got and the harder he fucked me. When I pleaded, “MAKE ME YOUR AZT CUM CUMP, FILL MY GUTS WITH YOUR VIRUS!” the Colonel’s balls pulled up high and tight and he dropped a tanker truck full of nutt inside me. The Colonel was barely out of breath as he finished up, pulled his raw dick out, methodically unchained me and got dressed. I started to put my own clothes on but he said, “No,” without any further explanation. Naked, I followed him to the door, he relit his cigar, smiled, and said, “18:00 tomorrow. Be ready,” opened the door and said to Ron and CJ who were standing in the hall, “He’s all yours.” I was not expecting that, and they wasted no time taking turns slamming my ass and forcing the Colonel’s load deeper. The next two nights were the same thing. The Colonel shows up. Straps me down. Rapes my hole while I tell him how taboo I want to be, how violated I need to be, how I need to be an AZTer’s whore thing to fuck and use. He dumps his nutt, leaves, and Ron and CJ step in. But last night before the Colonel left he said, “Tomorrow I will be sending a car for you. I want to meet you at my house as I have something special planned.” I was nervous and excited and right at 18:00 (6:00 p.m.) a black sedan pulled up in front of my building, a mini-Colonel look-alike steps out, opens the door for me, and we drive away. We head east out of the city, cross the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, and enter the realm of the Eastern Shore of Maryland. I recognized the scenery as we neared the Wye River Plantation and several miles later we turned down a long, private, tree lined drive and as the large metal gate closed behind us I thought, “Damn, the Colonel has not done bad for himself.” The car stopped in front of a stately, old brick manor house and the Colonel met me at the door. No on else seemed to be around and as soon as the door closed the Colonel had me on my knees choking on his pulsing dick while he barked orders and smoked his cigar. I licked my lips to get any stray drops of cum after he shot load number one down my throat and followed him into a den where several TV monitors were playing various types of porn. In the middle of the oversized Oriental carpet, was a padded bench. “Assume the position,” the Colonel ordered. Over the next 90 minutes, the Colonel raped my ass twice and loaded me with his cum. I was well trained now and the restraints were not needed as I willingly let him use my ass how he wanted. With a robe wrapped around his waist and me still naked, the Colonel clamped his right hand around the back of my neck and paraded me up the grand stairs. Down a long hall we walked without a word. We turned and entered the eastern wing of the home. The Colonel said in a quiet and determined voice, “Go through that door. Close it tight behind you. I need just a moment to prepare.” I figured whatever kinky shit he was trying to set up was good with me. Maybe he was going to have the driver fuck me? I hoped so, he was sort of cute. I walked through the doorway and pushed the solid door shut behind me and was startled by a hiss and a mechanical sound. I nervously looked around and noticed that by the doors were strange electrical panels with cameras and key pads, and then cameras in all four corners of the room by the ceiling with blinking little green lights. Another hiss and I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breath, but that quickly passed and my attention was drawn to the far wall as a new door opened. I stepped through, and found myself in a large, sparse, medical looking room with an exam table, cabinets, monitors, and more. My throat got dry and I felt suddenly afraid, but through a door to the right I saw a spacious, well appointed bathroom. The marble floor was cold against my feet as I walked through the bathroom and into the space beyond. It was a large living area that looked like it took up the entire wing of the house on this level and in front of the fire place, just like downstairs, was a large padded bench. This one was higher and wider than the one downstairs, but otherwise the same. I jumped as the Colonel’s voice came from nowhere, “ASSUME THE POSITION,” he ordered. I looked around and did not see him. There were cameras in here too so clearly he was watching me and was speaking over an intercom of some sort. I got on my hands and knees and waited, my head swinging side to side, and the little hairs on the back of my neck standing up straight, confirming something was not right. Heavy padded footfalls sounded behind me, partnered with deep breathing and …sniffing? I SLID OFF THE BENCH AND STOOD UP AND TURNED AND CAME TO FACE WITH AN AZTER! HOLY FUCK! A REAL LIFE AIDS ZOMBIE!! I HAD SEEN PICTURES ON THE NEWS AND SHIT, BUT NEVER ONE IN REAL LIFE. OH MY GOD! I HAD TO RUN!! The Colonel’s voice filled the room again from speakers unseen, “This is my son Nelson. As you can see he has, shall we say paid the price for his proclivities. Luckily, my position affords me certain rights and luxuries others do not share and while I have done my best to ensure my beloved son wants for nothing, there are some things a father just cannot provide. That’s where you come in. I believe Nelson will be much happier now that he has someone to – shall we say – share his gifts with, or more bluntly, a fucking bug chasing whore like you who craves and desires to be used by the biggest, deadliest dicks, around.” I stood stunned as I looked at Nelson, trying to take in the Colonel’s words while studying the monster before me. The AZTer took a step towards me, sniffed the air several times, the musk of his father’s cum fresh on my body, and he smiled. His milky eyes looked me up and down, his elongated limbs twitched, and the elephantine penis that stretched between his legs pulsed with the rush of fresh blood and a literal stream of infected precum poured out of the flared head. Nelson took another step towards me, his dick stiffened more, he held out a clawed hand and said, “Welcome to my home.” The fact the AZTer could see me, and that he could speak, added to my mind fuck, but I had no time then to ponder it further as Nelson snatched me up like some Raggedy Andy and threw me onto the padded bench. Nelson’s AZT dick had some features unlike other humans – or maybe any other species for that matter. While his size was a definite problem, his constant precum was silicon’like and provided great lubrication as he forced himself in me, for which I was thankful. It was not until a long time later, during his never-ending rape fuck of my ass in which I was pummeled into oblivion and in and out consciousness, that I felt it. I had heard someplace, at sometime, that you can’t really feel things in your guts as you have no nerves. Not true. About 30 minutes before Nelson conveyed his first poisonous load deep, deep inside me, small little barbs flared out from the ridge of his dick head and began slicing and dicing my gut lining. The closer he got to cumming, the deeper they went. Not enough to kill or maim. No. This virus knew what it was doing. What it wanted. And right that minute what it wanted more than anything was to bury itself deep inside my body and forever mark me as the bug receptacle that I am.
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DISCLOSURE - Loosely based upon the stories of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Ninja Turtles, Spiderman, Frankenstein, A vampire, scientific journals, etc. DEFINITIONS: MO'NSTER. n.s. [monstre, Fr. monstrum, Latin.] 1. Something out of the common order of nature. 2. Something horrible for deformity, wickedness, or mischief. MO'NSTROUS. adj. [monstrueux, Fr. monstrosus, Latin.] 1. Deviating from the stated order of nature. 2. Strange; wonderful. Generally with some degree of dislike. I WRITE THESE WORDS FOR FUTURE GENERATIONS TO COME I wish to record my experience as I finalize my experiment in this world. The experiment is simple. To subject myself with the HIV virus. Otherwise known as receiving the gift and being "gifted." To become positive or simply, POZ. This is monstrous proposal on my part. I want to record first hand the changes, for good or bad, that will transform and convert me. As a scientific mind, I can better relate and record my changes as it relates to mortal man. DAY 1 SUBJECT: Myself. I found a willing donor for my experiment. He had been poz for years and was willing to subject me to the same. He was blessed in size and shape. A perfect specimen. We both undressed and immediately coupled. It was an all-day affair. He pumped his poz load into my ass. He was as much into it as was I. There is something to be said for getting naked and raw. To bareback without hesitation. I loved being seeded and bred! It was all good and natural on our part. Needless to say, he, my donor, deposited several tainted poz loads into my virgin negative ass. The experiment was a complete success! DAY 1 - 24 hours later I still have his 'special seed' swimming inside my gut this second day. I slept with his loving load inside me. I woke up in the middle of the night because I was sweating around my torso area and my groin. I also felt some prickling around my right groin and right under arm area. I don't know if that's suppose to happen like that, but I assume something must be going on. I can't wait to convert and feel the fuck flu over-take me. I periodically check my ass hole to make sure and I must say I have a tight clamp on my buried treasure inside. I was able to pry my hole open and stuck my finger into my fuck hole and felt around. I could feel a lot of cum inside my love chamber. It was nice and slick inside. The inner walls are just coated with his special hot cum. I get damn hard thinking about what's happening to me. My demise is assured. My ass is drenched with a creamy hot load of slick poz cum clinging to my ass walls. I feel it coursing throughout my body. The tainted poz sperms are swimming inside my gut and drilling into my walls releasing there special DNA into my blood stream. My DNA is transforming step by step. Each minute that goes by I am brought closer and closer to be converted. The poz seed is flourishing and growing inside me now. Otherwise I find the day as normal as any other day. The only thing I notice is that I'm so damn horny. I take a half-day off to hook up with a guy who is into rimming - big time. I tell him that I have a huge load in my ass and he begs me to let him rim out my cum laden ass hole. I comply and just let him lick and lap out the special seed that is lightly oozing out of my hole. Soon enough his face was coated with a glaze of clear slime: my ass juices and doubtless some of the tainted seed. The expression on his face was shear delight! I flipped around and shot my load down his throat. My energy level is twice normal. I feel like a super human. I slept very well! Day 2 I had the morning diarrhea. I felt a slight headache in the morning. I drank some juice. My appetite has diminished and I feel slightly cold on this warm spring day. I throw on a short sleeve shirt and think nothing of it and go about my business as usual. DAY 5 My body was already fighting a virus. Alerts were going off in my body! "Red alert! Alert! Disease has broken out, a nasty virus intruder" An Evil virulent disease, so shocking has entered my body, I can hardly bring myself to describe it - A disease was overtaking me and multiplying. At this time, sub microscopically, at the core of each of my cells was being over run and taken over. They were replicating at a maddening rate and accelerating in the virgin territory of my body. There was no way of stopping it at this point. I seem to have a daily mild headache in the morning and slight sore throat. I shrug off the notion that it's related to my new found transformation since I have been reading and working by day and sucking cock by night. My ass is perpetually filled and basking in the warmth of hot creamy loads deposited by anonymous donors that take pleasure in dumping their loads deep into my gut via my ass hole. More life is being seen in my mind and eyes. I am more alive knowing that my passion of self infliction is finally a reality. At this stage, I feel out of control. I am more horny than ever and desire the completion of my grand scheme. I had given up the notion of sleep. I am in a middle semi sleep with dreams of dark pleasurable men ravaging my body. Initially, The experiment was in the fore front of my mind. And, I wanted to follow it through. To do a proper scientific thesis of the stages of HIV infection for the betterment of humanity. However, I find myself taking liberty to venture out in search of more addictive doses of pozzing. I wanted more of the same that was given too me a couple days ago. I am a wild man with a deep desire for hot sex. No thoughts of future risk other than the present. As far as science goes, damn it! My passion is taking over. It is hard to focus on my work. All I could think of is dick. Hot... Cocks and laden balls that held pure creamy thick tainted wonderful viral loads. I day dream of all the men wanting to breed me and seed their hot demon seed into me. And, by night I follow through with the gratification of anyone I meet and willingly use me for their pleasurable purposes. I too am driven by the desire to have much raw barebacking sex as possible. Even though the common thought is to warn of such practices. In out society, it is taboo. A sin to have unprotected sex. But my inner desire has overtaken my logical thinking. I am likened to a dog in heat. And, at this point of my young life I am finally living it up! WEEK 3 Like so many other days beforehand. I didn't give thought to the sexual rampage I had three weeks before and hot uncontrolled sex with anonymous guys every other day. It was quite evident that it was becoming a new lifestyle for me. I was flirting with guys online on a daily basis. I would make hook ups without a thought to the consequences of my action. However, this day I noticed something different. I had this annoying flu-like symptom. You know; the usual fever, headache, tiredness, nausea, and dear I say diarrhea? My lymph nodes in the neck, armpits and groin were tender and swollen. It could only mean one thing.... I knew that during this period, the quantity of the virus in my body was high and it was spreading to different area, particularly my lymphoid tissues. I also knew at this stage, I was more likely to pass on the infection to others. What was once gifted to me was now a calling to others. My inner body was tuning and reverberating to orchestrate a fight against the assault of the virus. As much as it was self inflicting, and that I knew it from the start, I was reacting with open arms to my “new” life experience. But, I knew I had to suffer the ordeal as a way into the initiation into the brotherhood... My judgment was clouded and I gave up my logical thinking to a loosing battle. I must admit there was moments of regrets as I lay in bed helpless at times covered in sweat and enduring the heavy fever that waned with periodic chills. My sleeps were restless at nights…or days. I lost track of time. When I splashed water on my face and looked in the mirror I was amazed at the haggard look that stared back. I was practically crawling to and from my bed and bathroom. I ventured to the other parts of my sanctuary to look at the fleeting days enshrouded my many dark night falls. I feel like I was part of the darkness and the twilight. I felt very secure during these hours of my birth; the renewal of another monstrous being. You know, like the many horror stories about vampires, werewolves, ghouls, and hideous freakish things that thrive on the still of the night and their prey. This was my new inner identity that was surfacing. I was becoming a monster! Well, I knew in my inner dark thoughts that what laid in store for me. The future looked bleak to the normal living souls. But, I felt more alive and was pleased with the virus that was surging and rapidly multiplying within me. I was finally acting out my subconscious true self. I was going to live more than ever! I wish I could express the precious blessed moment that was presented to me to others. Who? Who would in there right mind would wish the curse? Evidently I welcomed it with the deepest desires for it. I laid my head in a delicious dream state for days. I mix my dates and days during this period. I lay in delicious agony for knowing that it will pass shortly. I know that I was transforming. I smiled at myself…the monster! Week 4, etc. Recovery after my ordeal was a rebirth for me. Not only was it spring outside but I knew that I transformed and converted to the so called "monster". I felt like a snake that shed his skin. Or, cicada that crawled out of the ground and left its carcass of a former shell clinging to a tree and then going out to mate. I knew without testing that I was HIV positive. But I marched down to the free clinic to verify it for a piece of mind. The search for the truth was confirmed with the draw of my blood. The test was came back positive. It was a slap of reality and yet a relieve. I have no one to blame but myself. Actually, I was grateful and thankful and that night when I found out I slept the best sleep I have ever had. The days that followed were amazing. I was truly a monster deep inside. And, no one knew by looking at me. I was the perfect camellia. I blended into the back ground. My camouflage was just a perfect ploy. I was that good looking all American guy by day and the wild beast at night. First, I went to back to my poz donor to get recharged. Days and days of taking poz tainted charged loads from him and his poz friends. I was introduced into a society of poz brothers in which we freely played without fear...swapping loads with one another. I was exploring a side of me that truly loved to bareback and take raw cock. The shrouded mystery of the taboo being careful so that you wouldn't be infected was now drawn back. I was totally absorbed into another world. Not only was I marked but I had such a great time fucking unsuspecting guys that wanted to explore bareback sex. There are many guys out there that are bi sexual married guys who love to bottom. I have no problem with hooking up with the young guys that love to suck cock or explore and bottom in the raw. Many times they ask me with their innocents; "Are you clean?" And, of course "I'm clean!" What a stupid question! It entices me even further to seed there stupid ass and bug them up. Hell, if they liked it the first time, they are usually contacting me days afterwards for more. I can't tell you how many times I've shot my tainted bug seed into guys that just take my word for it. There truly are gullible and naive guys out there that just don't get it. Well, if it's to my advantage, They will get it alright. They above all deserve the mark that I place upon them. The link between a monster and "normal" guy is the driving force. The quest perpetuating one's self into another seems to be such a primal urge. The fear of change is such appalling to many. I can attest that the change, though uncomfortable at first, was a hard ordeal for me. It was short lived though. I now have both a submissive and dominate side to me that equals out. Being in the so-called dark side of reality has given me more strength and power establishing a unique identity as a special person, otherwise known as the "Monster". 1 Month, Day Twelve The young punk met me after his college afternoon classes and was slobbered on my stiff hard dick. I chuckled as he made the comment "what a monster!" referring to my cock. He was so intuitive with his words. I pulled his head further to give urge him on down my shaft and give me a BJ. His thin smooth taunt body was amazing to look at. I sat on the couch as he bobbed up and down making sucking noises with his tender lips and lips that wrapped around my throbbing enormous cock. I reached for his young firm ass and fingered the moist unclean crack of his hole. He liked what I was doing to his ass and moves side ways so that I could do more of the same. He had a grip lock on my cock with his mouth. It was no use in prying him off. I swung my body down to lay flat on the couch and lifted his ass and legs to meet my face. I started tonguing his shit chute and this seem to really drive the guy man into a tizzy. He was a moaning whore that liked what I was doing to him. This went on for a good 10 minutes before I pushed the guy slightly forward to pick myself up. He looked at me with those puppy eyes and I just melted. He was dripping his pre cum on my carpet and his inner leg. I positioned behind him and rubbed my shaft against his ass crack. He had such a look on his face when he looked at me. I naturally leaned forward and kissed him. Our tongues were just darting into each others mouth like daggers. My cock head inched further into his ass hole and there it paused. He stopped kissing and broke off kissing and tried to tell me something. "Uh, I've never done this before" he said. I assured him that it was okay. I'll go easy and slow. We locked again into kissing and with my right hand I aimed my cock into his ass hole. I wanted to make sure there was some penetration. Would you believe that his hole just relaxed and was sucking my cock into his ass in increments of 1/2 inches. I was pausing to enter his virgin hole with my monster cock so he could get use to my presents inside his ass. I felt my cock go deeper into his furnace of his love chamber. I was pacing myself too because it felt to incredibly tight that I was afraid I would prematurely cum. We continued to kiss and my arms were around his waist and chest. I would twist his nipples which urged him to push further back onto my cock. He was definitely digging the new assault on his ass. We were rocking with my cock practically coming to the opening and then it would drill back inside him. We looked like some oil rig churning in the open prairie plains of Texas or Oklahoma. It didn't take long for me to empty my new stained poz load into his virgin ass. I don't think he was aware that I emptied a hot load of cum deep into his ass. His muscle ass was milking every sweet toxic drop of cum out of my death stick. I was so turned on and hard thereafter that I didn't express any wild crazy howls or moans. My younger tiger man was jacking himself. I was watching him stroking himself . Gliding his fist up and down his shaft. I was able to see him empty his spooge onto my nice clean cushions. When he did that, his tight ass just clinched my cock and made sure that there was nothing left inside my shaft. I slowly pulled out and he apologized that he came on my couch like that.No problem as I pulled out a towel from around the corner of the couch. He mopped up his own cum from the couch and himself. He asked where the bathroom was and I motioned to the around the corner. He was in there for a minute and came out with such a grin on his face he was so proud of himself. He said that he was sorry that I didn't get a chance to shoot my load. And that's when I said, "But I did. In your ass". He paused, saying "Really? And I nodded yes. "Oh..I didn't realize you came inside me. I guess that's okay..right? And again I nodded. He grabbed for his clothes and was dressing. "You will come back again, won't you? I asked. He cracked a sweet and melting smile and said "Yeah! Days are best for me depending on my class schedule." I said, "well, okay. No pressure. You are more than welcome to come back anytime. You have my number and email." The guy was so fucking hot. I couldn't believe my luck. MONTH 1, DAY 25 It was confirmed what had happened to me. It was self inflicting choice that I became infected. The test results confirmed that. I knew the consequences from the very beginning. I choose to keep on course and take it as far as I can without medication or help. My viral load continue to rise. I was being over taken by a parasite from within. It was altering my physical and mental state. actually, it wasn't that bad. The only differences is my nights are enhanced. When I sleep, It seems to be in a perpetual semi sleep/waking state at night. I can see dark shadow figures at night moving about. At first I thought I was seeing things or that my mind was playing weird. My sight was like a night scope. I could easily walk in the dead of night with out tripping and find what I was looking for without turning the lights on. Also, My hearing is attuned several decibels higher. I can hear things I've never heard before. The earth rumbles and I can feel the tremors. Everything seems to be accentuated at night. I was a creature of the night. Need I say, I also seem to continue to think of sex 24/7. There hasn't been a day, or should I say night, that has gone by that I'm engaged in some sort of scheme to hook up with guy(s) to have my regiment of cock and cum. I have also made contacts with the unknowing sorts and have more or less bred them. Overall, I was in a good place. But I needed to take it a step further. I continued to meet with my donor, The gifter. While engaged in a 'recharging' session, he gave me the bright idea of going to the big city. He told me of the wonders that I could behold there. Endless wild and crazy sex with hot boys and men. It was a fuck fest and it had to be experienced in one's life time. My mind was set. I was going to take a long weekend away and see for myself the sins of the city.
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The following is set mostly in the future, although flashbacks will be frequent, obviously it is fiction, as are the characters, and the situations portrayed Marcus: 2031 I looked at the clock and wondered if he was going to show, Damion said he would arrive before midnight but it was now 11:55 and there was still no sign of him. My man cunt was still dripping cum from the last stud who fucked me an hour or so earlier, but I really wanted Damion in me, to fill me with his demon seed, to make me beg for it, to let him see the lust in my eyes as he believed he was knocking me up. I wondered what he would say if he knew the truth about me. If he knew that I had become immune to his virus, and that I just wasn’t a bug chasing stud who craved his seed. No, that changed for me several years ago, and as I lay there waiting for Damion, I reflected on how I had gotten to this point in my life 2009 I was a late bloomer, as many of my friends would describe me, awkward and clumsy in my 6’2 frame, athletic but not really coordinated enough to play organized sports. Oh I played tackle on my high school football team because I knew how to knock things over, the I was pretty much the proverbial bull in a china shop kind of guy. And, while I knew I liked boys and older men, not until I was in my senior year of high school, about when I started getting control over my body and building some confidence in my actions, which was also the time that my acne cleared up, that I began to realize I was turning into a stud, or so my best friend Robert told me. Until he met me, Robert was a total closet case. Then his constant drooling over me forced him out of the closet, people noticed his always hanging around me and gushing over me, it was like he was totally into me. It was near the end of the school year when we went to a party for the senior class that he outed both himself and me. While at the party, Robert came up to me, openly groped my cock, and planted a huge kiss on me. Robert was a real looker, about 5’11” and maybe 165# blond hair and green eyes, had a swimmer's build and would certainly be a real catch for any girl - or guy. I had known he adored me, especially since I was just a bit taller than he, and, having dark auburn hair and blue eyes I saw myself as a pretty good catch. Anyway he chose to make out with me right there in front of the senior class of 2009. We were out and proud and it really wasn’t that big of a deal anymore and it seemed like everyone accepted Robert as my new boyfriend. I dated Robert throughout the end of the term and the first year of college, we had a great relationship and loved to have sex, never once thinking anything bad could happen to us, even though as our relationship grew we got more and more kinky, going to the Steamworks every Friday sometimes Mondays and Thursday’s as well, loving their black out nights and seeing what fresh meat would wander in. I loved seeing Robert getting plowed in the sling or being pounded on the fuck bench, and he loved watching me taking loads as well, then when one of us would secure a room we’d go back and play together, many times with the door open so others could see our sexy bodies pounding into each other, sometimes inviting others to join in. Robert had found a couple regulars with whom he liked to play, many of whom were positive, and Robert made sure the guys bred us as often as possible. We both had been reading the stories on Breeding Zone since graduation, and we talked about it, and decided we were both versatile cum sluts, pigs to be exact. As it turned-out, Robert first came down with an unseasonable flu and I followed a week or two after, but Robert insisted we still go to the baths and get our cum injections throughout our flu-like symptoms. As Robert nursed me in our room while I was in a cold sweat, Jack came to our room. Jack was one of our regular fuck buddies, and he loved to breed us. He was maybe early twenties 6’1” 130 pounds, with a swimmer's build. I thought he had a somewhat 'wasted' look. Anyhow, as I lay there, feeling crappy, Jack lifted my legs and spat on my hole then shoved his hard cock into me. In one thrust. It hurt like hell and he began fucking me. “Oh yeah , I see my death seed is taking hold. Not sure if I was the one who knocked you up, but each of you has taken my never-medicated toxic drug resistant strain in your body countless times, and I’m here to seal the deal for you, Marcus.” “Fuck, yeah, give me your toxic death seed,” I moaned. Jack obliged by blowing his load into my ass. Usually, after fucking us, Jack would then split to see what other victims he could find to pump his AIDS into, but that night in early 2011 he sat back and chatted with us, told us how he had been infected years ago while hustling the streets as a runaway teen, and how he went back to his family who helped him straighten out his life, helping him to finish school and land a good job only to end up on welfare when he became too sick to work, living on his savings. Then he dropped the bomb. We knew he had never taken meds, or that’s what he always told us, but he confessed that early on in his infection doctors had him on the cocktail and it didn’t seem to work. They kept trying different combinations, but his strain was med resistant and his HIV just kept growing inside him, that he had only had the virus for six years and he already had full blown AIDS. Although he has refused meds for the past five years, the doctors wanted to try one last time, so he was going to check himself into Hospice that night. We were his final fucks. He told us to carry on his legacy and breed as many as we could, knowing that we would be nasty pig gifters, He left and a couple weeks later we got news that he died. So, there I was. Not only infected, but infected with a particularly deadly strain of the virus. I wanted to go out and breed some hot twink and let him be my POZ legacy. Robert was accepted at a university in another state on an athletic scholarship, and continued his piggy ways playing with the student body at his new school, as well as playing with any hot daddies he could convince to help him finance his extra-curricular activities. I visited Robert on many occasions and he always arraigned some conversion parties while I was there, just as I always took him to the Steamworks when he came home to visit. 2031 It was half past midnight when I went and locked my door. Damion was not to have my ass this morning but I knew he will have me sooneror later, that he loved fucking my hole, and giving me his toxic seed.
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Vid is very short (1:25) and quality is kind of crappy but you can still see the dominant male (poz) pounding the boy's cunt pretty hard. This young fag you can hear him say "give me that poz dick!" and "give me what I need." Omfggg so hot. Think I am gonna go jack off to it again. http://www.bloglovin.com/blogs/toxic-breeding-11524697?post=2543846531&group=0&frame_type=a&context=expanded_post&context_ids=&blog=11524697&frame=1&click=0&user=0&viewer=true
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Part 1: An unexpected finding Ryan ended up returning home from his trip a day earlier than originally planned. Three days with his family was one day too long, and he told them he needed to get back to finish a school project. Ryan felt a sense of relief when he entered the apartment and made his way down the hall to his bedroom. As he passed by his roommate's door, he heard music coming from Donald's room - which was a bit unusual. Ryan was about to shrug it off when he heard what he could only perceive as some kind of high-pitched howling noise. Startled, he paused in his tracks and put his ear next to the door to try and figure out what was the source of the noise. Ryan's eyes widened as he listened through the door. He couldn't quite understand the words being shouted by Donald. "fuck yes! Give me that poz cock!" was the only phrase he thought he understood. He wasn't sure he heard it entirely correctly. It didn't make sense. "Paw's" cock? He wondered? More phrases would clue him in. An unfamiliar voice dominated now, "yeah, take my poz dick you little chaser bitch. Tell me how much you want it!" Was this a joke? Ryan wondered. He had some vague notion of HIV chasers, or whatever they were called, but he couldn't have heard right. Donald was gay but Donald .. well .. was a nerd .. a major book nerd. And Donald never seemed to hook up. He was just odd-looking. Ryan was trying to picture his awkward roommate getting fucked. No way, Ryan thought as he continued to listen in. "I love it! Fuck me with your big poz dick! Fuck my neg ass!" he heard Donald answer the unfamiliar voice. "You want it deeper?" asked the stranger. Ryan still couldn't believe what he was hearing as he heard Donald answer back - and not in Donald's normal soft-spoken, often unintelligible mumble. There was conviction and determination in his voice. "Fuck yes! Pump every inch of your poz cock into my ..." There was a pause. Ryan wondered if they may have detected his presence beyond the door. Then he realized what happened, apparently the stranger must have obliged. Donald seemed to have a difficult time verbalizing, " ... my .. fuck yes! my fuck ! my ass! I want your toxic jizz ... " and Donald trailed off. It was difficult to piece it all together now since Donald wasn't exactly creating full sentences. The stranger was easier to understand, "you want my super high viral load?" The stranger's question was just as alarming as Donald's answer, " yes! fuck that death seed into me. pound me .. ugggh .. pound me with your deathstick!" Ryan's heart was racing. Was he literally hearing someone get fucked to death? Should he do something? What could he do? They seemed to be consenting. Ryan scurried into his bedroom and quietly closed the door. He convinced himself he must have heard wrong. But, even through two closed doors, the chasing unfolding in the other room remained evident. "Poz my ass! Fill my neg ass with your poz load!" Donald said urgently. The stranger seemed quieter now for some reason. But, Donald's voice continued to carry, "Yes! I love it!!! Breed my ass! Convert me with your sexweapon!" Ryan's anxiety level was escalating and then he noticed something slightly familiar as well. He felt his dick hardening quickly. "I'm going to cum in you!" he heard the stranger now much louder. "You sure you want this load?" "God yes! Give it to me! Use my ass! Flood my guts!' Donald shot back. Ryan's mind was racing. He still couldn't totally understand what was happening. But, he also couldn't stop picturing a big dick only a dozen feet away. Maybe it was just an automatic response to the sounds of sex. Whatever the reason, Ryan pulled down his shorts and started to aggressively jerk his own dick that was quickly nearing climax in only a matter of seconds.. "YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!" the stranger's voice boomed. Ryan was about to explode with unexpected intensity. He heard Donald cry out, "Yes ! Oh FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Ryan knew the sound of an orgasm anywhere. His mind went blank and he exploded as well. Gobs of cum spurted out of Ryan's dick. One phrases echoed in his head as he nearly mindlessly jizzed .. "You're gonna get it." As the noise subsided, Ryan started to come back to his senses. He looked down at his hand, dick and the carpet and was shocked by the volume of cum that had landed everywhere. He sat on the edge of his bed, and froze in shock and disbelief. What had Donald done? And what did I just do?" Ryan wondered.
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I saved myself for a long time. Fear of being out, fear of being rejected. I was full of fear, but one day, it all went away. I was living in Calgary at the time, and my need for sex finally overcame my anxieties. I met a handsome black dude in a club. He was tall, with dark ebony skin. He was in town buying antiques from an estate sale. I was in town to lose my virginity. We clicked, and we talked for a while, then went back to my place for sex. We didn't really talk about risks, or sex histories. I was a virgin, and I was too shy to ask the right questions. Besides, this was a dozen years ago, and there was a lot of don't ask/don't tell going on. It seems I had a natural affinity for giving a blow job, and I swallowed my first load of cum without a blink. After a bit of recovery time, I took the first of many dicks up my ass. It got plowed really good, and because I had taken the edge off with my blow job, it went on for a long time. When he came, the condom broke, and all that creamy goodness pumped inside me. I was thrilled, but he was a bit upset. Feeling cum in my ass made me feel nasty, but in a good way. After a few moments, I could feel my body react. I had goosebumps, and it felt like a warm soothing fire had been lit inside me. All my inhibitions were gone, but I was still one huge bundle of need. We fucked again. The sex was rougher, and I bled a bit. He held my legs above his shoulders, and drilled me in places he hadn't reached earlier. We didn't use a condom that time, and things feel even better. My new friend was done, but I was hornier than when I started. There was a gay bathhouse in town called Goliaths. My friend said he wanted to see me get fucked again, so we got a double room. He was popular at the baths, and knew a lot of people. I had a bit of coke earlier, so I was flying high. I pulled an eight man train that night. A couple guys looked a bit wasted, but I was wasted too. They said something about having the bug, and asked if I was okay with it. I said sure (not really knowing what bug they referred to), and they let the cum fly. I passed out at some point, and when I woke up a few hours later, all my new friends were gone. I had so much cum on my face that I had to pry my eyes open. My ass had been stuffed with the end of a towel, and when I pulled that out, I could tell it was a lot more dilated than I had even seen, plus it was pretty bloody. I felt wrecked: my ass WAS temporarily wrecked, and I looked like.the cat who got all the cream. Something changed in me that day. I liked the feeling I got from bottoming for a group of guys. I LOVED being treated like a slut, and being told what to do. I became addicted to cum, and I had a new place to pursue it. I didn't get HIV then, but I did get a double dose of STI's. Rather than being horrified, I was turned on by it, and I now chase bugs every chance i get. It didn't all cum together for me like that, but the more modest couplings I had in reality unlocked a door in my head, and I gave myself permission to try anything. Fiction and fact have swapped places many times, and I am now the slut of my dreams (and maybe yours?). -
Handsome negative guy, after recent breakup, is seeking to become poz and stop being crippled by inhibitions in his sex life. seeking: HIV+ guys, preferably not on medications and NOT undetectable. I will be blindfolded and would gladly serve as a cumdump to your toxic load. contact me for location (a private apartment in manhattan) discretion guaranteed. email: loadtakernyc@gmail.com
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It was the last day at my condo in Pembroke Pines, Florida, for my spring vacation this past April. I had an afternoon flight the next day and needed some fucking sex before I went home to my coop and job in New York City. That evening I prepared myself and headed out to Slammers on Sunrise Blvd just north of downtown Lauderdale. Wore a pair of trashed jeans, t shirt, no undershorts, lubed some Vaseline deep up my asshole and put a small rip down the crotch of the jeans so men would know I was a bottom anal pig. The night went really slowly. Lots of one-on-one action, but no real group action. It was a weekday and most of the action at Slammers is on the weekends. It was approaching 1 A.M. and I just about had it and made one more pit stop and was about ready to get my ass to leave when I heard a commotion in the side room next to the exit before the bar area. I walked in and three hot muscle studs were jacking and sucking each other. I was just planning a walk through from one side to the next when one of the men started to finger my hole through the rip in my jeans. He shoved his finger deep inside me and hit my prostate and I just stood there and moaned outloud "oh, fuck yeah." He then started to rough finger my asshole, unbutton my jeans and stroke my prick up and down at the same time. The second dude then pulled out some poppers and shoved them deep up my nostrils and just held the bottle under my nose. It must have been a new bottle as I started flying and just bent over the table next to the wall in the room as the third dude gently pushed me face down and with his feet spread my legs apart. One of the men then ripped open my jeans and quickly pushed his lubed prick deep inside my crack. He just started gently rubbing it up and down, up and down, until I began moaning for more. The poppers went up my nostrils again and his prick started pushing into my asshole. One of the guys took out a bottle of liquid lube and must have poured it right over my crack as I felt it leaking into my ass and down my legs. The poppers, the lubed dick sliding up me and the force of the men pushing me down relaxed my asshole until his prick was up me raw balls deep. First thing I said was, "wait, I'm NEG and not really into taking raw dick tonight, pull it out and don't put any sperm inside me. I kept repeating to him, "just don't cum in me, just don't cum in me." Then he took out the poppers and shoved it deep inside my nose holes holding it in place and asked me again, "don't what, dude?" I repeated, "don't cum in me man, I'm NEG, just don't cum in me," Again he said: "don't what?" don't what? don't what?" I said, "cum in me, cum in me, cum in me." One of the men bent over and looked me deep in the eyes and said: "when you walked in here with those split open jeans and let me put my cum lubed finger deep into your prostate and started moaning for more, you knew our baby juices were going inside you, it was just a matter of how willingly you were going to take them." Just then I felt the prick in my ass expanding and pulsing right before the warm rush of fluid filled my fuckhole. My first tensed up reaction was, oh shit!, I'm fucked, but I realized it's done. He then starts long dicking me deep inside and then outside, pushing the sperm out of my ass and into my crack. I felt warm and wet and I knew my ass was really creamy. As he was long dicking me, the same man that spoke to me before bent down again and whispered really softly in my ear, "calm down dude, you just got got." He put his tongue to my mouth and my tongue met his and we wet kissed and shared some warm spit. At the time I was not really sure what he was telling me, but I realized my ass was creamed and I just relaxed my hole, laid face down and rested my head on the corner of the table, spread my legs apart fully and willingly let each of them flood my hole with their sperm. In fact, at one point I reached into my front pocket and took out my own bottle of poppers and started sniffing hard each time they ripped open another part of my asswalls. Each of them pushed deep up my manhole and I pushed out to meet every fucking thrust, just laying there and repeating: "cum in me, cum in me, cum in." After they fully fucked the shit out of my butt they left me there face down on the table alone. I felt the warm creamy semen dripping slowly out of my asshole. The back of my jeans were split open and cum was seeping into what was left of the crotch of my pants and running down my legs. I quickly walked out of the club feeling like a slut and into the parking lot to my rented car. Standing in front of my car attempting to unlock the door, the man that bent over to chat with me came out of a nearby parked car and approached me. He told me I had a very fuckable asshole and that he hoped to see me there again soon. I asked him point blank: "what's your HIV status man?" His response was the same as he told me at the fuck bench: "calm down dude, you just got got." He then put his tongue to my lips and we once again deep kissed and shared some more warm spit. He also wrapped his arms around me and felt deep into my crack and roughly finger fucked the semen back into my creamy hole. Driving home on I-95 to my condo, I felt a stream of warm sperm start leaking out of my manhole. I was so turned on, I unbuttoned my jeans and jacked one out right on the I95 south and 595 west interchange. When I got to my condo, I took a hot shower and once again felt the sperm leak out of me and jacked another one off. I never really was given a straight answer about their HIV status, but I have a feeling my ass was tagged. It was spontaneous, not really giving me a chance to think through what I walked into, but worth it, and now I can't say my last night in Lauderdale was dull. Back in New York four weeks later, I got the nastiest virus. Coughing, sneezing, runny nose, night sweats, headaches, sore throat, the works hit me. I am NOT going to suggest here in any way it was the fuck flu, because this time of year in New York my allergies act out all the time. I went to see my doctor and was put on antibiotics for ten days, decongestants and a shit load of other meds. I'm fully recovered now, but I can't help thinking what he really meant when he said, "calm down dude, you just got got." My next vacation is this July, and I'm looking forward to going back to my condo and to Slammers and to that warm wet kiss that "got me got."
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This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ************************************************************ Hello mate. I decided to reply to this in public because I want others to hear this. My chasing started when I started to get very depressed at where my life was taking me. I started to become more and more down and the fantasy of bugchasing started to become more and more like reality. Don't get me wrong, I was not suicidal or anything like that. I just think that my depression made me consider it when otherwise it would have only remained a fantasy. I guess like many of you guys I messed a few guys around by arranging meets and not showing. I was very open about wanting the other guy to know I was negative. It wasn't good enough for me just to get converted. My fantasy was to have a bloke look into my eyes as he gave me his load. I searched the internet for almost 4 months and found it relatively easy to find HIV positive guys who were willing. In the end it all happened on a Sunday afternoon. It was a hot day and I was really horny. I didn't intend for that to be the day. I just got chatting to a hot POZ guy on the net and for all my meticulous searching, I actually went for a guy that did not know I was negative. At least I guesss he thought that. I made a date with him at 2 hours notice so that I couldn't talk myself out of it. He fucked me and came inside me. I left the cum in me for the rest of the day. I felt reasonably ok afterwards...not many regrets. The next day I met another guy and got another POZ load. I will never forget because the guy seemed to know I was negative. He kept asking if it was ok to shoot inside me. I had no regrets and said yes. After 2 loads I waited a number of months and took a home HIV test which was positive. I was a little down when I got this result. Pretty stupid really, I don't know. After that result I still had doubts in my mind despite going through obvious seroconversion syptoms. I got tested again earlier this year at my local clinic and the result was confirmed positive. When I got this result I did feel very bad. Please don't take this that I am trying to talk others out of it. I still question how I really feel now. I also don't think people are honest on here as to why they want to contract this virus. If I am brutally honest I would say it's because I am a little mixed up and abit of a loner. I always try to distace myself from other people and don't know why. I don't know whether catching this virus was for the need to belong or what. I try not to analyze that too much. I am not going to give any advice to anybody because I am not sure how I feel myself. The only thing I will say is that there is no going back after you have done it so think long and hard. My viral load is soaring right now as I keep taking more POZ loads, not sure why. My CD4 is around 300. It is really difficult because this is such a taboo subject. I come to chat with other people like me. It would be really nice to meet someone else in a similar position to me. I can't confess this to anyone else as they wouldn't understand. Take care of yourself fellas. It is the hottest fantasy that you can have really. I made mine a reality. Love and peace.
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I'm putting this in the general forum 'cause I want to explain to the people who are turned off by bug chasing why I allow it on the site. Eventually I'll move the thread into the backroom, but I think it's worth a broader discussion initially... A friend of mine in the porn business took offense when I said his traffic wasn't all that raunchy compared to mine. He said he had lots of "rough looking men, fetish including fisting, piss etc." on his sites. But to me things like fisting are pretty mainstream these days. I then related to him some of the challenges of moderating this forum - how some of you cross the line and advocate stealth breeding of unwilling neg bottoms. The idea that I'm promoting bug chasing and gift giving freaked my friend out a bit and so I felt compelled to try to explain it to him in a way he could understand. Here's what I wrote him... ----- I see the whole bug chasing gift giving thing much the same way I see BDSM. Much of "the standard raunchy stuff" you mention works on the basis that sex is about power and control / domination and submission. While romantic sex is put on a pedestal, domination and submission is still quite normal though they're often misunderstood. Still, if you do a BDSM activity to someone who doesn't consent the act becomes rape. The fact that there are scenarios in which the act is rape doesn't mean the other forms of it are evil. Hell, romantic sex can also turn into rape if there isn't consent. Giving and receiving cum is also incredibly natural and normal. I think it's actually quite deep in our psyche. Humans are the dominant species on our planet because we have the drive to procreate. There are bottoms who can't imagine asking a top to use a condom - either because they're submissive or because they crave cum - both impulses are quite normal. Those bottoms have two choices - ignore the fact that they probably will become HIV+ and "just let it happen", or embrace the whole process. I actually respect the people who embrace it more. For them it's a conscious, thoughtful decision. But they're called bug chasers and told to be ashamed of their impulses. To me the problem is the general stigma around bug chasing and gift giving. It's created an environment where all bug chasing and gift giving are seen as wrong (and sometimes illegal). People used to see BDSM in the same light. But there's a difference and consent is the dividing line between the two sides... I don't mind being associated with bug chasing because I see it as something that's normal and natural and done quite thoughtfully. My challenge on the forum are the psychos who think that there's no difference between the criminal form and the normal form. The fact that many gay guys stigmatize all forms of bug chasing and don't draw a distinction between the two types doesn't help... ----- I've had a number of you complain 'cause I temporarily ban you for advocating stealth breeding. In some cases the line is crossed inadvertently - to you they're fantasy scenarios but they seem a bit too real to the rest of us. But I don't apologize for drawing the line and enforcing the distinction. If that bothers you, then you need to go to another site... But for all of you who who've made the decision to be a bug chaser, and all you poz tops who want to help them on their quest - this site is meant to be a safe haven for you... Still, I need the whole bug chasing / gift giving discussion to be off in it's own private area on the site ("the backroom") for a few reasons... One is to keep it away from the eyes of the general public who don't understand it. And two is because it's a turn off for some guys and I want this to be a site they enjoy too... Thoughts? -
Thanks for writing; I had to jerk off after reading your note. I’d love to have a birthday celebration like that, get trashed and seeded by a bunch of poz guys. The 30-year-old poz guy I mentioned first fucked me maybe two years ago. At the time, I had no idea of his status. He picked me up at a club - I seem to recall that, before we left for my place, he made sure that I would let him fuck me bare. He was a great, rough fucker and gave me three loads up my ass. It was great - I was sore in all the right places! A few weeks later a friend of mine pointed him out at a club, and warned me to stay away from him, as he was poz and promiscuous. I didn’t say anything, but was in turmoil: excited and frightened, in equal proportions. I was tested twice after that, both times negative, so I didn’t sero-convert, at least at that time. I stayed clear off him for a year or so, but exchanged nods at one club or another. Last summer we left a club at the same time, and walked together for a while. When we passed a dark park, he started to come on to me and said he wanted to fuck me. We went to the park and I sucked him off, but would not let him have my ass. I did swallow his load though. The idea of getting fucked by him again, however, haunted me. A few weeks later I saw him again at a club. I went up to him and said I would let him fuck me if he still wanted to. As he had done before, he verified I was agreeable to barebacking. I told him I was neg, and that I usually played safe, but I’d let him do it bare cause I was so hot for him. I could see that this really turned him on. Back at my apartment, I barely tasted his dick before it was buried deep in my hole. He stayed the night, and blew four loads up my ass. He also made sure that I kept his seed inside me and let it absorb. We’ve been together maybe five times since then. He has never said anything about his HIV-status, and I never told him I knew he is positive. It seems he especially likes young guys who, in my estimation, have an innocent look. Guess I’m characterizing myself here. In any event, I have often seen him leave a club with youngish-looking guys. As far as I know, my friends are not aware I’ve been fucking with him; I certainly have not told anyone. While many of my friends will admit to fucking bare, I don’t think any of us would confess to bugchasing. We rarely discuss HIV or anything like that. I’m way over-due for being tested. One of these days, I guess. Please let me know if you fuck this guy again, or if anything else hot happens. I will keep you posted also. Take it easy.
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I think Gay Men have it all over Straight Men when it cums to losing their Virginity because we can do it three ways. First you fuck a guy; and, second, the guy fucks you; and third, the guy KNOCKS YOU UP. Do I make myself clear? I've always been kind of Anal, even before I knew that two guys could Fuck and all about AIDS. FUCKING has always been a fixation with me, and when HIV came along, it was like Color TV. I had to be the first on my block to have it. At age 6 I remember my best friend finger-fucking me. I can be sure of my age because his family moved away after first grade; and, sadly, we never saw each other again. A few years later, I got this little toy rocket for Christmas, a simple thing really. It was hard plastic, about 6 inches long and thick as your finger. It fit tightly on a small base. The trick to it was to pour baking soda and vinegar into it, jam it onto the base; and the chemical reaction would send it soaring into the air. Exciting as my new toy was, I soon tired of it. But I kept the little rocket; and at 14, it became my first “Dildo.” There was this boy in class I had a crush on. He was blonde, blue eyed, athletic, and a genuinely nice guy. Why wouldn’t I name my rocket after him? It wasn't until years later that the Freudian slip of naming my “Dildo” after my “Idol” sank in. In spite of my anal play and good grades, I was a very naïve kid. Most of my early sexual experience consisted of hand jobs and some oral. From 17 on, I met guys who wanted to Fuck. I really wanted to accommodate them, but it never worked out. I was too shy, too insecure, too tense, and too TIGHT. Every time I tried it, the PAIN was intense. I couldn't relax; and to my displeasure, I remained—a Virgin. When I was 20, I met Jay at a Frat Party. He was a cute Blonde with a killer smile, blue eyes, 6' tall, and very slim. He invited me back to his place. Once in the sack, I was amazed at what a kind and gentle lover he was. We made out forever, kissing and hugging, creating big ugly hickeys. Then he said the words I dreaded to hear. “DO YOU FUCK?" Oh, Man, did I want it! Between the conversation we'd had at the Party, and the tenderness and passion he displayed in the Bedroom, I was really turned on. And I wanted Him to be the one to take my Cherry. But there was a problem—a thick 8” problem jutting straight out of his Crotch. The other guys who had tried to fuck me were all smaller, and it hadn't worked out. I told him I was a Virgin, that I had tried it before, with no luck. He lay me on my back, pushed my legs in the air, and tongue-fucked me. Then, applying a ton of lube, he pressed in. I felt the familiar, excruciating PAIN. He stopped, but the PAIN didn't, so he withdrew. "WELL, SOMEONE’S GONNA GET FUCKED HERE TONIGHT; AND I GUESS IT’S GONNA BE ME." He put some lube on my dick, rolled over on his belly, and, guided me into his hole. I pushed in, and while he was tight, he didn't resist like I had; and my six-inches slowly slid in. I lay there a moment, letting his inner heat engulf me, feeling his sphincter draw me into him, desperately trying not to cum on the spot. Jay and I were Lovers for months, but our relationship was never really consummate—because he couldn’t screw me. One night, after we’d split, I was feeling extra horny and returned to the Campus. I had dropped out of school, but went back on occasion to visit friends or hang out. I’d discovered this Gay Bar on the edge of the Campus. Plus there was a Cruising area near the Admin Building called “The Wall.” First, I checked out The Wall, but there was nobody there; so I headed over to the Bar. After three rums-and-cokes, I was noticeably weaving and debated whether I could safely drive home. Hoping the jaunt might sober me up, I returned to The Wall. I passed by a Blonde in his 20’s. I looked over my shoulder, and he was gazing my way. He did an about face and got right to the point. "Hi. I'm Chris. Got a place?" I explained that I lived with my parents some 40 miles away. He said he had an apartment off Campus, but we’d have to be quiet so as not to awaken his Roomie. I learned he was a Grad Student and that he was POZ, but that he’d PLAY SAFE if I wanted. The wheels started to churn. POZ? I’d never been with a POZ man before—that I knew of. What would it be like to take a lethal dose of POZ JIZZ, knowing it had the potential to kill? And, in turn, to have the Power of Life and Death over others? WHAT A GIFT! I knew I had to have it! My raging hardon strained against the fabric of my briefs. I must have gotten real quiet, because he said: “Look, If IT bothers you, forget it.” “I’m not sure of my Status. Guess I’ve lost track….” [i’d tested NEG two weeks before.] “…So it doesn’t really matter. In fact, I prefer to play BARE.” He grunted his assent. When we reached the apartment, he grabbed a couple of beers from the Frig and we settled down in the Living Room. Talking in whispers, we drank and undressed. The couch was small, noisy and uncomfortable, so we ended up on the carpet. Before I knew it, Chris hoisted my legs in the air. He pressed my thighs into my chest, and kissed me. He greased up his dick, and liberally applied lube to my hole, slowly working one finger in, then another and another. He slid in me, A VERY FULL FEELING, but NO PAIN! Soon, he had shaft buried in my Cunt. He rose up to apply more leverage. He pounded me harder and faster, plowing his Pole into me, hitting my Prostate, making me quiver. He rolled me over and entered me from behind. He kept plugging away, like a Fucking Machine. It struck me that I was no longer a “Virgin.” I found that hilarious, and I giggled. His face flushed with Anger; and he said he was about to fill me with POZ JIZZ, and see if I could laugh about that. Laugh I did not. On the contrary, I bucked up against him to welcome the Toxic Intrusion. As he started to shoot, my ass muscles contracted around him. His Venomous Load spewed up my Mancunt. I thanked him, we kissed, and I left. As I walked back towards the Bar, I could feel my cummy ass cheeks squishing together. At last I’d found the MISSING LINK: IT TOOK HIV TO FULFILL ME. I giggled my way across Campus and strolled back into the Bar. I'm sure not a few of the patrons wondering WHO had made me so happy. But it wasn’t a WHO—it was AIDS. The next day, I went to see Jay. I told him the news. "I DID IT! GOT FUCKED! I FINALLY GOT FUCKED!" In one long, breathless sentence, I told him the story, but I could see that something was wrong. "You’re one sick puppy, Eddie. He was POZ—and you let him do you BAREBACK. I feel sorry for you, Eddie.” Realizing it was over between us, I said my good-byes and walked out. As you might suspect, tight as I was, I converted on my very first Fuck. Jay and I never did talk again, except for a glancing nod at the Bar. At the end of summer, he moved to Phoenix, and we completely lost touch. I entered into a relationship with another POZ dude and moved in. As for Chris? I met him and his Lover (the mysterious Roomie whom we’d tried not to disturb), and the three of us got to be buddies. I never told Chris he’d been MY FIRST and MY POZ BENEFACTOR.
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I met Brandon, a local guy, online. He’d made no bones about being a POZ TOP and into BAREBACKING. I accused him of being a GIFT GIVER; and he replied he couldn’t be, because a Bottom’s odds for getting POZZED were 1 in 50,* so it was unlikely he’d ever POZZED anyone on the first Fuck. I wrote back that I was NEG, a BOTTOM, and, since we were almost neighbors, we ought to get together. We set up a date for two days later. When I pulled into the parking lot, I quickly spotted his blue van. He was leaning against the bumper, smoking. 5’9”, 155, bleached hair, wrinkled tee and cut-offs. I pulled up beside him, in my office duds; and we set off down the jogging trail. A footpath veered into the woods. I took it and approached a tiny clearing, littered with tissues and used condoms. I dropped my slacks and pushed down my briefs, to piss. Brandon came up behind me and reached around to pump my gushing shaft. My yellow stream overflowed his fingers. He turned me round and wiped his hand across my lips. We kissed, and his 6” slipped between my legs. Huge testicles, compact with Toxic Jizz, compressed against my thighs. He pushed me to my knees and fucked my mouth. His balls raked against my chin, an invitation to palm his naked Sac and milk it. Aroused, he turned me round and bent me over. I grasped a tree trunk for support. My ass was in the air and my legs were spread. I moaned in passion, and not too quietly, as the sun rays and summer breeze cavorted on my naked butt in concert with the hot tongue rimming me. He arose, and grasped my hips, and pressed his bare cock against my sphincter. It felt so good, him easing into me, even though he’d used no lube other than his spit. I faced the trail; and, through the trees, caught glimpses of guys and gals cavorting past, as I cried out in pain and pleasure. He pulled out, removed his cutoffs, briefs, and tee, and arranged them on a bed of leaves. He lay down on the blanket he had fashioned. His 6” shaft, glistening spit and slime and precum, winked up at me. I knew the fallacy of “1 in 50” – the odds for a Thousand Faggots getting POZZED. But I was not a Thousand. I was One. Some guys POZ from Precum, while others take a thousand loads—and nothing. Which was I? I straddled him and guided his throbbing Cock into me and eased down till my ass connected with his pubes. I began the rhythmic pulsing which I knew would spur an avalanche of Venom up my ass. It was only minutes before he groaned in hedonistic agony that he was cumming. Emboldened by his proximity, I ground away till torrents of his Poison Jizz invaded me. He got up, brushed off his shorts and tee, and left me naked, standing there, his lethal Load dripping down my thighs. I’d shaved that morning, and in my haste to get to work, had nicked my Mancunt several times. I reached behind and worked a finger up my ass. As I suspected, my digit came back laced with Pink. At work that afternoon my Hole felt open, fucked and gratified. My briefs grew damp and my thighs sticky as his pungent Cream drained out of me. It’d been just hours since I’d been Fucked and already I craved replenishment of his Charged Seed. I skipped my nightly shower and sat down at my PC to write him. The odds for a neg bottom getting pozzed: * 1 in 50 per Dr. Jeffrey Klausner on Gay.Com, Source: http://channels.gay.com/health/hiv 08-08-02 ** 1 in 200 in the January, 2002 issue of the medical journal "Sexually Transmitted Diseases" Source: http://www.planetout.com/pno/news/article.html?2002/01/14/1
