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This story needed a major clean-up. It was written e. e. cummings style, so to speak. Punctuation at a minimum, few capital letters, run-ons. I have tried to save some of the style of the original text, but suppose my success is limited. Enjoy. ************************************************************************************************** 'Yo, guys - 20 year old poz boi here. I’ve been poz since I was 18. To be honest when I found this site that someone sent me a link of it at first thought it was really fucked-up, but then I got to reading stories and postings on this forum and, well, it fucking turns me on. So, I'm posting the story of how I got pozzed. Actually what's kinda funny is I've never even referred to it as "getting pozzed." I've always said "when I became poz." ‘Poz’ was never a verb to me until now - but anyway, here’s my story. I started having sex with guys when I was 16. The first time was with the guy who was my BF for a whole six months. We went to school together here in my home state of California. I lost my virginity to him, and we did it bareback. Of course it turned me, on but shit, I was 16, it was my first time, so anything turned me on. I don't think at that time it had anything to do with it being bareback. I almost always bottomed in our relationship. For that matter, I've always been a bottom. I seem to recall I topped him twice in that whole time we were together. Of course he was the only guy I was fuckin’ around with during that time, and yes, always bareback, and I always took his loads. I guess the seed was planted, so to speak, because whenever I knew Jason was about to cum, I would grab on to his ass and pull him into my ass as deeply as possible. I loved having him cum in me. Our usual position was with me on my back, my legs on his shoulders, and him pounding my hole until he came. I occasionally wrap my legs around his torso, and reach as far forward as I could to grab his ass and pull him deeper, doing this just as he shot. Guess I wanted to make sure I got every drop. Sometimes we managed to kiss really deeply, just as he shot his load. In sex, it pays to be dexterous. But as I said, I didn't think anything of it then. I just saw our practices as the norm: love and stuff. In any event, he was two years ahead of me in school, so we broke-up when he went off to college in Michigan and I stayed in California. For the next six months, whenever I had sex with a guy, we always used a condom. Yeah, always, and yeah, I missed having Jason cum in me, but I figured it was because I wasn’t fucking with Jason. I didn’t register my discontent was expressly associated with cum. Then, at Christmas, when Jason came back to California for the break, we got together, and resumed barebacking. I loved it so much, realizing that the element of barebacking was what I had been missing. I began to fixate on sperm, realizing I had a thing for cum shooting into my ass. When one time during that Christmas break, Jason and I went to a party. He got really drunk, and while he was trying to fuck me he couldn't stay hard. The proverbial whiskey dick. But he could get hard by jerking-off. So he lay on his back on the bed jerking off while i kissed him and lay next to him. Right when he was about to cum, I stood-up, sat on his cock as quickly as I could, and yes, he shot inside me. I, of course, shot my load all over his chest. I think that was the turning point for me. It wasn’t about Jason, it was about cum shooting in my hole. In the in the three years since then, I been fucked with a condom probably less than ten times, and believe you me, I've been fucked a great deal. You see, during the next semester, after Jason went back to college, I got in to drugs. Mostly meth. Tina. I ran in numerous problems at school, all associated with my interest in drugs. Eventually I dropped-out during my senior year, got a crappy job earning just enough to buy drugs. Now, I don’t want to sound stuck-up but I'm a really good looking guy from a Huntingdon Beach in southern California. Since I regularly surf, I have a nice body, and happen to have a really cute face. I've never had any problems getting guys, and yeah, I ended up with a reputation here around town for being a slut. Which was fine by me, because my reputation and looks meant any guy who wanted to dump a load in a surfer-dude’s ass knew I was available. Hot guys my age, college boys, businessmen. Hell, turned tricks for drugs or I'd hook up with older guys online to PnP. Even if I wasn't in to the guy or didn't think he was hot, I’d get with him if he had tina, and then once I was all high I'd let anyone fuck me. Tina turned me in to a total cum whore even more. Oddly, for the longest time I was still neg. I got tested few months. It was funny because the guys at the Gay and Lesbian Health Center where I got tested would grill me with the question "why do you come back so often?” I simply lied saying I was paranoid, or that my boyfriend kept cheating on me. I made up answers because I was still somewhat embarrassed to admit I was a cum dump. The perversity of human psychology: I wanted, as much as possible, to have guys cum up my ass, but I didn't want to be poz. I hoped I could do one without the other. Well. a month after I turned 18, I was living with a friend. I had been kicked out of my house by my parents four months earlier. Needless to say, I was having problems: no job, no money - and really, really needed tina. I met a guy online, Tim. I guess he was about 35 years old. He saw my picture and wanted me badly. Real badly. Tim would email me at least once a day, sending nasty emails to get me turned on, offering me drugs, money, offered to get guys to fuck me. I had done gangbangs before, and of course had gone to sex clubs, but I still was somewhat scared of Tim because I knew he was poz. I had seen it in his profile on Bareback City (it was still around then), although Tim’s profile on Manhunt didn't say as much - I suppose he thought I didn't know. Naturally, I didn’t bring the matter up in our discussions. I just played him off, but essentially avoided him because he was poz. Well, one weekend I got high with my friend with whom I was living, and being really horny, signed on to Manhunt, and of course Tim messaged me. I don’t really know what thinking, but I agreed to go over to his house. He said he had three buddies visiting, and they were all partying. He sent me pictures of them - they were all in their mid 20s. As I said, I was not particularly interested in playing with Tim, but his friends were really hot, so I guess I just thought I would fuck around with them, not him. I made arrangements for Tim to pick me up at the subway station. He was accompanied by a fourth guy named Brian who had also needed a ride. Brian was, like me, young: 21 or 22. In fact I casually knew Brian knew from non-sexual parties and the dance clubs. I thought Brian was really cute, although I had never made a move on him. In any event, I was even hornier because there were four hot guys, including Brian. My ass was twitching at the thought of the four guys pounding me. When we got to the Tim’s house, the six of us partied for awhile. Yeah, I smoked a lot of shit. While I never liked poppers, I was open to most other stuff, although tina was by far the most attractive. I was probably quite a flirt, because I was definitely the center of attention. The party quickly evolved into the hottest orgy of my life: we all stripped soon enough, and I lay on the bed taking hits and sucking Brian’s cock while three guys were taking turns sucking my cock. I edged Brian’s cock to rigid perfection, edging him just to the brink of orgasm. The other guys segued to fingering and eating my ass, sometimes with two or all three of them with a finger in my hole, naturally driving me insane. With the tina fucking my brain, and their fingers fucking my hole, I was very receptive to the dirty talk the guys began spewing forth. How they were going to fuck me raw and blow their loads in my ass. Brian would be edged me on saying "You want these boys to fuck you? You want these guys’ loads? I would groan in agreement, saying “fuck, yeah, yeah - fuck yes pleaaaaaase" but they kept finger fucking, rimming and teasing my hole. Finally one of the mid-20s guys, Matt, pushed my legs back and put his cock to my hole, all the while Brian was kissing me and saying "You want his cock? You little slut. You want that fucking load don't you cum boy?" My inhibitions gone, all I wanted was cum, and I wanted it so bad I was grateful I finally had a cock in my hole. I distinctly remember feeling like such a slut when I practically yelled out really loud "YES!" once his head of his cock got in my hole. And he fucked me. Fuck yes, he started fucking me while they were all watching and talking dirty and playing with themselves. All the while, our host, Tim, was pretty much watching and jerking himself. Of course I didn’t really care what he was doing so long as his cock didn’t come near my hole. But everyone else was taking turns kissing me while Brian sucked my dick and Tim pounded my ass. He didn’t come in my hole, but rather pulled out and one of the other guys took his place. Guess Matt was saving his load, and that’s how it went for about two hours. The guys took turns fucking me over and over but no one cumming - yet. Everyone was so partied up, so I suppose that helped everyone in holding back, although Brian kept saying the guys would give me a huge deposit - when they finally did shoot, and I kept saying how much I wanted that cum in my ass. Finally while Matt was fucking me, they all started talking about how they were gonna cum this time around, and Matt really started fucking me really hard. I was laying on my back, damn near bent in half with my ass in the air and my knees practically next to my head. Guess the booty bumps may have helped me limber-up. Finally Matt say “I’m gonn’a cum in you, buddy!” To which I wailed “Fuckin’ do it, man! Do it!” The other guys contributed their own encouragement, saying "Yeah! Shoot that load up his hole!” At which point, Matt shot. I was wonderful. I could feel his cock throbbing as he shot and pulsating. He let out a huge groan as he came. Brian was laying next to me calling me dirty names. After Matt pulled-out, one of the other young guys took his place, pounding the shit out of me, saying how he was gonna add his cum to Matt's. He was gonna’ fill up my sloppy hole. And again I was begging for it. "Please, dude, please cum in me yeah do it! Shoot in me! Fill me with your cum!" So naturally, he did. The next guy took his place and fucked me much the same. I was in heaven. The third guy also shot in me too and then the last young guy took his place and started slamming my hole. My dick was so hard, and I was leaking precum like crazy. I remember because Brian was sucking it up and talking about how they were fucking my own cum outta’ my dick. Sweet. Well, the last guy shot, but they were all still talking dirty, and I was still hard as a rock. The advantage of tina: one can never have too much sex. About then Tim took the last guy’s place, lining his bare cock with my hole. I remember thinking really fast what the fuck he was doing, he was poz and going to fuck me raw, but i didn't say anything, I didn’t make to stop him, I didn't protest or move or anything. I just took it. I just put one hand on each asscheek and spread them for him. I knew what was going on. I knew he was poz. I knew this poz guy was about to fuck me, and my ass was likely all torn-up. Perhaps I was thinking at some level that I had been getting fucked raw for years, and had managed to stay neg, so what reason did I have to think this occasion would be any different? I knew the other guys were expecting to watch me take Tim’s load - they wanted to see me take it, and I guess I just decided to go with the flow. As I said, I spread my asscheeks and didn't say a word: the universal signal to fuck. Tim pushed the head of his cock into my hole but didn't go all the way in, at least initially. Perhaps he was giving me a chance to deny him entry. Perhaps he was just teasing me. I don’t know what was going on in his mind, but, with his cockhead in my ass, I reached forward, grabbed his butt, and pulled him all the way in. It seems that was the sign he needed, because he began fucking with energy, and I was loving it. No one said anything like "he's gonna charge you" or anything like the stuff I read in here. They were all relatively quiet as they jerked their cocks and watched the breeding. Largely the only sound was that of his cock pounding my hole, my moaning, and his heavy breathing, and, the sound of jacking, and of course the porn movie that was playing in the background. Everyone was watching Tim fuck me. I don’t know if they knew he was poz, nor did I know if they knew I was negative. The only point clear was that I wanted him in my hole, I wanted his cock and I wanted his cum. Then Tim leaned forward and started to kiss me, so naturally I kissed him back, wrapping my arms and legs around him. About then the other guys began saying things like “Yeah, take it, man.” “Take that big cock.” “Take his load.” About this time, Tim broke off from kissing me, asking me "You want it? You want my cum?" To which I answered “Yeah - do it, buddy!” He came back “You want it? You want me to fill-up your ass?” My reply was unambiguous: “Yes - shoot it in me!” And boy did I beg. Tim was kissing me, practically laying on top of me, his torso rubbing my rock hard cock. Needless to say, all the tension and friction made me shoot. I don’t think I had ever shot as big a load before, nor since. His body coaxing a load out of my cock, the other guys ribbing us on, and my ass full of cum. I shot cum all up and down my own chest and even hit my own face. At which point Tim also came, yelling “Oh fuck, here it cums!" And just as I did all those years earlier with Jason, I reached back and grabbed his ass and pulled him into my ass, close and tight. I pulled his dick in to me as deep as it would go. He shot his poz load up inside me. And I loved every bit of it. After it was all over, I didn't even think about whether or not I was going to convert as a consequence of this poz fuck. Well, I suppose that is not entirely true: sure the question crossed my brain, but I pushed the thought out. I was still horny. We partied for several more hours that night. i got double fucked twice, and for the rest of that night Tim fucked me just as much as the other guys. I know I took at least one more of his loads. Two poz loads from him in one night. In six hours I had gone from being totally against him fucking me to letting him fuck me and shoot inside me as though he was negative. After that night, I fucked-around with Tim again - four times, in fact, usually with a few other guys present. I watched Tim blow a load in to Matt and Brian both. As I said, I don’t know if they knew Tim was poz, nor do I know if they were poz at that time, but, as soon as Tim pulled out of Matt’s hole, I took his place and topped for one of the few times in my life up to that point, shooting a thick a load into Matt’s hole. Probably a poz load by then of my own. Tim became my best fuck buddy. He would organize gangbangs for me and me at sex clubs here in Los Angeles such as the Slammer. However, that was too rough for me. Usually we would go to the Hollywood Spa or the Melrose, or the Kohler Street baths or the Zone. I always took loads. No questions asked. Occasionally I would go to Tim's house and smoke tina while he went on line and invited guys over to fuck me. Sometimes I would watch him fuck guys, also. I think he used me to poz other young guys, because he'd show these 18 to 25 year old guys on Manhunt my picture, and say they could come fuck me. They almost always accepted his invitation, and would cum in my hole. And, after the guy came in my hole, generally they would end-up taking Tim’s load up their own hole. Sometimes a guy would ask about condoms, but once a guy had the chance to slip it to me raw, there was no further mention of condoms. Maybe the guys figured it wasn't an issue - that since I was young, I must be neg, and if I allowed Tim to blow his load in my ass, then Tim must also be neg. Whatever, they were okay with barebacking. And I didn’t care - I just wanted cum, cock and tina, in that order. Well, maybe in reverse order. I can’t really say. Tim and I played around for several months, and probably played with several dozen guys. Eventually I left California and moved to Colorado, to a town where no one knew what a slut I was. No one knew my past. All they knew was that I was fresh meat. It was not long before I was taking loads from them too. Raw, in my hole. More groups. More gangbangs. I wouldn’t say I was a pozzer. I still don't top much. Really, I rarely top. But you could say I did my fair share of pozzing with Tim, although I've lost touch with him. I don’t know where he is or what he's up to, if he's got a new boy or who he has pozzed. I don’t know what Brian or Matt are up to either. For all I know, the three of them could still be fucking around together. Who knows. But I know I'm poz, I know I hate condoms, and I know I take cock raw and encourage tops to cum up my ass. I want and need them to. I have stopped doing meth. Yup. I managed to quit. Can you believe that? But I’m no less a cumwhore. I will always take a load. Virtually any guy I set my sights on will eventually shoot his load in my hole. Occasionally the guys will want to take my load, and I’ll accommodate. Does that make me a charger, or breeder, or pozzer, or gift giver? I don’t know. I would just say I’m a cum pig. All I care about is taking as much cum as I can, and once and a while giving it, if invited.
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Met this guy while roller-blading in the park a while ago. He was cute, about 22 years old, newly gay, only been fucked once. We just started hanging out as friends and doing stuff. I wasn't looking for a relationship, and he was. He had those eyes for me that followed me everywhere I went, and watched my body move any chance he got. He was a really sweet kid, and we had a lot of fun, but nothing ever happened. We'd been hanging out for about 6 months, and he knew I was poz, and we'd discussed sex a lot. He knew I was into barebacking strictly, and all about my past. He wanted me anyway. He wanted me to be his boyfriend, but as I said, I wasn't looking for any sort of commitment, and I knew if I had sex with him, he'd only get more emotionally involved. I'd been experimenting with bondage, mostly being tied up for a few months, and had chatted with this guy online for a while about getting together. After taking all the safety measures of getting to know him, and trust him, we finally agreed to meet. We'd been talking for about 3 months online so far. He had someone he said who wanted to watch the scene we would do, but not be involved in it. He said the guy was young, cute, and curious to try it himself, and wanted to see how things went. I have never minded doing stuff in public or being watched, so I agreed. I got to the guy's house that Saturday night, and he immediately stripped and blindfolded me He then led me naked down to his basement, where he had a dungeon setup. I was already hard, and dripping as I was going down the stairs. He tied me to a St. Andrews cross, fully spread eagle, naked, tied at the wrists, ankles, and waist by soft nylon ropes. He did his things to me then, since this isn't really a bondage group, I won't get into all the details, but suffice it to say, my cock was tied, teased, and my body was in exquisite pain/pleasure for about 2 hours. I was begging to be allowed to cum at this point, and he knew it. He told me the guy had been watching the whole scene, and it made my already hard dick throb even more (there was a huge wet puddle of my pre-cum under me), and ooze out another thick glob of juice, as I felt it slowly drool out of my dick and slide down to the floor. He removed the blindfold then, and it took me about a minute for my eyes to readjust to seeing after 2 1/2 hours of being totally in the dark. There before me stood my bondage top, and a little behind him and against the wall, was "the kid." This was the kid I'd mentioned earlier, my little buddy. He'd been watching me the whole time. I was confused, and surprised, but not angry. The kid told me he had worked out a deal for the top guy, and had him talk to me online, so he could see me having fun finally. I laughed, and didn't really mind. He'd probably be even more focused on me now, but we hadn't had sex, and it was alright. They both kind of looked at each other, and the top said that I didn't realize the full extent of the deal. I was confused. The top stripped the kid naked before me, and began tying him up as well, only he was being tied face down, reverse hogtied, with his body bent over a padded structure, his legs open and spread and tied to the legs. Wow, I thought, I get to watch and get off too. That wasn't what the "deal" was though. All the time the kid was being tied, the top continued to keep me hard and on edge, so I was still bursting at the balls. Finally the kid was tied up, and spread open. The top then moved the kid and his structure directly in front of me, so that the kids ass lined up a few inches in front of my dick. Again, I was confused. The top explained that the deal was that the kid got to get fucked by me, which I would never agree to, and the top got to watch this beautiful, young kid, get fucked bare, and take a poz load in his neg ass. I almost lost my hardon. Now I was mad, and felt betrayed. I thought to myself, the kid doesn't realize what he's doing! He knew I was poz, and knew he shouldn't be doing this. At the same time, I was still hard, and the thought of fucking his beautiful, sweet ass, and blowing a charged load into him, changing him forever, made another huge glob of precum ooze out of my dick. I was then gagged, so I couldn't say anything or complain. I could hardly even move, I was tied so tight. Slowly the top moved the kid backwards towards my aching dick. My dickhead brushed across his tight little hold, and it became wet with more of the precum I was now almost flowing out of my dick. The kid had a lot more mobility than I did in movement, and he slowly started to back himself onto my throbbing dick. I tried to move or resist, but it was useless. The head popped in, without any lube other than my precum, and my head swam in confusion of fear for the kid, and the pleasure finally being supplied to my dick that had been denied through teasing for hours. The kid continued to back himself onto me, until he had about half of my dick in him, and stopped. Obviously it hurt him (remember, I was only the 2nd guy to be inside him). He kinda lost his nerve a bit from the pain I think, and just held still. The top seeing this grabbed for his balls, and pulled, causing the kid to back away from him and fully impale himself onto my entire dick. He kinda squealed in pain, because my dick at the base was pretty dry, and I kinda tore into him as he suddenly backed onto me. My dick was harder than it has ever been, as the top pushed the structure under the kid more towards me, pinning the kid against me and the table, so that he couldn't pull himself off my dick. There we were locked together, me inside him, neither of us able to move. At that moment, I was still so hard, and wanted to fuck, I just couldn't help myself. With what little mobility I had, I slowly started to fuck his ass, it felt so good and warm. I looked down at my dick, and there was a little blood on it, the kid had torn his ass being impaled on me. I knew we wouldn't be released until we were done, and strangely a part of me was incredibly turned on by the fact that I would probably be pozzing this kid. I thrust more, and felt more precum flowing out of my shaft and into him, lubing his ass more, and making it feel more wet. The top started to play with my balls, and nips again, and my thrusting grew more insistent. The kid was being really quiet, I wasn't sure if he was in pain, or scared, or what, but then I realized I didn't care. I wanted to fuck, I needed to cum, and I was turned on by blowing my cum into his little neg ass. I lost restraint, and let go, slowly pumping back and forth into him. Within two minutes, I couldn't hold back, since I had been on the edge for two hours, the top squeezed on my balls, and my dick grew even bigger, as I shuddered and started cumming into him. The thoughts going through my mind were of a savage sexual aggression, I wanted to fuck him, to cum in him and to blow poz cum into his neg ass, I was so turned on, as my dick spasmed and contracted, and I shot what felt like 10-12 thick spurts of cum into his ass. We held still for a while, and then were both untied. We left together, and didn't say a word at all. I drove the kid to my house, and we both went in, still not talking. Wordlessly, I took his hand and took him to the bedroom, and undressed us both. I began kissing him, licking him all over and bent him back onto the bed. I licked his hairless, smooth, tight little body, as he writhed around and moaned. I sucked his nips, licked his balls, and slowly took his dick into my mouth, and sucked slowly. He came almost instantly, and I let it flow from his dick into my mouth, and held it there. When he finished, I climbed up to him, and kissed him, sharing his sperm between our two mouths, kissing and licking his lips. He ate his own cum greedily, as I spread his legs open, and moved between them. Still wordlessly, I mounted his ass, and slid bare inside him. He moaned, and opened his legs more, his eyes filled with lust and passion. I slowly fucked him this time for a while, thinking the whole time, how I needed to breed his ass more, make sure the poz cum took hold of his body, and blew another load into him. He said he could feel as my dick was contracting in his ass, and then a really warm, wet feeling as my cum went into him. I fucked him all the rest of the weekend, continually inseminating his ass over and over. I couldn't get enough of it, and was more than turned on by pozzing a neg guy. It was a feeling that lasted, and I wanted to repeat with him and others more and more. The kid converted a few weeks later after getting sick. After a few difficult weeks of resorting out our relationship, we both settled comfortably into becoming fuck buddies, and started working together to tag other neg guys, but that's another story.
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Seems like the older guys sort of like going thru the motions of being tricked. I don't know if they are acting-out or just give into the idea when they get hot. But always surprised at how easy it is to do a younger dude. Here's one for you. I was doing a neighbor kid this summer....18/19 or some such. I looked forward to it for several years and sort of strange how I always knew I'd get him some day but never felt in any hurry - he's sort of young for his age. But he was out of town this summer and planning on college in the fall so it was time. Think he had just a little experience - wasn't as nervous about it as if it was his first ever time, but definitely needed some lessons. Anyway, lots of sessions starting in June and it was fun plus nice having some nearby. We "forgot" ourselves a few times and barebacked, and pulled the old trick many more. So he leaves for school in late August but keeps in touch by email and I get to hear a little about his love life....not slutting around a lot but getting some at Ohio State....he talked about most as regular school buds but there was one guy I didn't get details on and sort of think that was "love" and was an older guy. The tone of his e-mails sort of changed in late November, he had something to tell me when he was home for Christmas, etc. Had me guessing that he had his test results and was wondering if he figured-out it was me or really thought he had converted that fast from his contacts at school. That was it - and you wouldn't believe what a perverse thrill it was to listen to him pouring out his story - feeling all pumped inside but having to act serious and sorry. I gave him all kinds of good advice, etc. He was pathetically grateful when I still wanted to bed him after knowing that he's poz!!!!!! BUT THE GREATEST THING: To keep my cover, course we'd be safe. He'd never topped me during the summer but got into it a little at school so he did me a couple times. Then the day after Christmas we had a nice long session. I did him first, then he was doing me. If course I made a big production of slipping the rubber off him...telling him how much I like him, that I wanted his sperm in me - poz or not whatever would be would be. At first it sort of freaked him, but he was horned pretty good by then and went for it. Tentative at first, but he got into it fast. I was looking forward to the thought of taking back my bugs that I had seeded over the summer - thought that was going to be a real turn-on.....but what was so over-the-top. As he was working me, I could see this transformation in him: like he had never considered breeding a guy on purpose – that he was totally into being safe with his newly toxic loads. But while it's going down I could just see the ideas forming in his head - how he was getting into the idea of pozzing me - and liking it! By the time he got to the squirt strokes, I knew he had moved onto a new stage. When he shot he was past making love to his old bud - he was definitely into gifting. No words to express the pride I felt! Anyway....he'll be driving back to college this week but we're spending tonight playing together. When he left for school the first time, it was sort of hard to say goodbye. This time will be a lot more gratifying for me knowing that he's going back looking to share my gift with his buds - what a feeling!
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Fiction. Years back, I lived and worked in another city for a couple of years. While there I had just met up with a hot poz daddy top, a real horny fucker too. Both of us really got off on conversion sex and poztalk while fucking/fisting etc. "You want my toxic poz load in you boy? Shoot your aidscum deep in me. Convert me." among the nasty things said during our fuck/ff sessions. We had only hooked up a few times when my job had me moving away to a city that was a several hours drive away. Pozdaddy and me were both bummed that I was moving away, but we agreed that I would drive/make the trip to see him at least a couple of times per year for a weekend re-uniting raw poz conversion fuck fest as I was still testing neg. The following is one of those trips. It was Tuesday and I was getting excited and horned as hell when suddenly the phone rang. I was to be leaving Friday morning to drive up to my poz daddies place and spend the weekend getting fucked up and converted. It was pozdaddy on the phone. He said that he had gone to his doctor today and just got home from his appointment. He went in because he had a bump develop on the shaft of his 7" cock. He figured it was an STD and wanted to get checked out. The doctor confirmed that the bump on pozdaddies cock was indeed an STD. Syphillis. Pozdad was prescribed an rx of pills that wipe out the syph infection. But Pozdaddy didn't take the pills right away. That's when he called me. He asked me if I wanted him to wait with taking his syph pills for a few days until after our weekend fuck fest? Hearing that made my knees go weak and my cock drool. I had never been more horned. I said yes pozdad, I want your syph cock in my hole and want that nasty toxic seed blown in my gutz, deep. The next couple of days were slow like torture. Friday morning finally arrived and I couldn't wait to hit the road. The several hour drive was agonizing due to the anticipation of the nastiness that awaited at my destination. I finally arrived at pozdad's apartment. He was there to greet me in the parking lot. Even before I got parked I noticed how much more gaunt and thin that he looked. We were both so excited to see each other. We hauled my stuff up to his nice sized apartment where my stud daddy had a nice dinner awaiting. He really knows how to steal a guys heart. We ate and had a few glasses of wine. Had to let the food settle before starting to enema my ass clean. I was in the middle of my ass cleaning enema process when pozdad came wandering into the bathroom I was using. He was naked. Very gaunt. Thin, veiny legs, no ass. Sunken facial cheeks, pozbelly. He showed me the bump on his cock. That's it dammit. I'm trying to focus on cleaning my ass out and have an ass full of water, and you gotta come in here naked and all hot looking and show me your toxic cock? Get the fuck out so I can finish cleaning my ass and then rape you! He walked out laughing. Yes! I'm a bitch while douching my ass LOL. It takes concentration. I was finally clean as a whistle and showered. I wandered into the bedroom and found pozdad naked on the bed watching porn with a raging woody. He looked so hot. All gaunt and thin with a raging hard on. I sat on the bed and could now see the syph bump with his cock rock hard. It was on the side of his cockshaft about an inch behind his cockhead. So it really stood out and I knew I would feel it pass through my asscrack. We shared a joint and I unpacked a couple of brand new bottles of poppers and a bottle of lube. I gave him the lube and a bottle of poppers. My head was swimming from the joint and I took a hit from my new popper bottle. I go in full pig mode when them poppers hit. I inhaled his poz bumpy cock. I heard him hit his popper bottle. He talks very nasty when the poppers hit him. "Suck that toxic poz syphdick boy!" 'Syphdick', I fuckin love it! "Yes daddy I can feel that bump on my lips when I suck you." He grabbed the back of my head and stuffed my mouth with syphdick. "Shut the fuck up and suck my nasty toxic syphdick." Slob,slob,slob. I blew and deep throated him while he hit the poppers and watched porn. He was horned and didn't take long to say that he was close to cumming. I stopped and told him that I wanted to edge him to build up his load but that I wanted it blown in my ass, not my mouth. My ass cums first. I'll swallow a load later. I told him to pull my mouth off of his cock before he was to blow so that I could edge him. I brought him to the edge several times. Meanwhile he was fingering some lube in my hole and slowly started to work his hand into my ass. I love getting fisted. He lubed his hand up good one last time and slid it right into my ass. Once inside, he balled it into a fist and slowly slid it out as a fist. Talk about stretch. He slowly slid it out then back in as a fist. Then slowly in and out of my abused hole, punch fucking it. Few things ready a neg ass for a good conversion fuck better than a good quick fisting. He opened up my hole good with his fist and beat it softly. My hole, ripe, raw, and ready for his syphdick. He pulled out his fist and showed me a few tiny rivulets of blood on his hand from the small tears in my hole. I said, "Daddy, I need you to breed me with your syphdick right fucking now!" He put me on my back on the corner of the bed with my legs in the air. He stood over me with that raging bumpy hard cock and aimed. I hit the poppers and felt his cockhead rubbing my hole. My head swimming, I felt his cock sink in me. I felt that bump about the size of a pencil eraser slide in through my hole. The feeling of that syphcock bump made me shoot all over my chest. "Damn boy, I aint the only one ready to shoot." As his scooped up my cum and licked it off his fingers. He hit his poppers one more time and I knew he wouldn't last long in me. I gripped my hole down on his cock and felt that bump going in and out. I'd never felt anything so hot in all my sexual encounters. That bump going in and out through my hole. Knowing I was about to get blown full of his syph/poz infected cum. I told him to breed me full with his syphdick. "Convert me with your syphdick!" I moaned. He moaned back, "Yeah buddy, I'm about to blow my poz syph filled load in your guts." Then he started grunting and shaking and his wasted ass flexxed and I felt his warm toxic spray fill my ass. Roaring as he drained his poz balls in my hole. He fell limp on top of me and held his cock in my hole til it went soft. Even while soft I felt that bump as his cock slid out. We fucked all weekend and I took several more syph poz charged loads that weekend. I left and went home. About 10 days later I came down with severe flu-like symptoms...
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This one makes me somewhat nervous - but I imagine some will find it stimulating. ******************************************************************** Congratulations, ‘Paul pig’! It warmed my heart to read your wonderful story, and to know that you have empowered yourself to be a free man. It takes courage, boldness and imagination to do what you did, and your life is just beginning - very proud of you! I too completed a pozzing experience. For three days I fucked my naked boy almost constantly, cumming more times each day. I took him to a lumber company to shop, had him get into the bathroom stall with me, pulled his pants down, and fucked him twice, nonstop, shooting several more loads of poz cum up his hot neg hole! I can't describe the feeling or intensity of this experience adequately, and those who are out there "in the trenches" fucking neg guys everywhere know what I mean when I say that extreme sex is absolutely, by far, the best, at the least the most intense. All my boys have agreed on this; one of them said, "if I had known how incredibly HOT the sex is, I would have done it years ago!" I'm going to help a local boy, who has a beautiful bubble butt, adjust to his recent conversion by fucking him day and night, training him to take all my poz loads up his hot hole. I'm so charged up after fucking so much that my throbbing cock feels like it could rape a hot male ass right now! To achieve this purpose, I coined the phrase, CBRSS. It stands for ‘Chemical Bondage-Rape Sleep Sex’. It is a form of bondage, with no chains or ropes, it's rape, as you fuck someone who is asleep. I guess you could also call it ‘Domination’. I gain complete control over the person, and will him even after he passes out, at which time his hot butt will open up like flowers, ready for me to pluck from the garden. Will drop my infected seed deep inside, with no resistance, and TOTAL PLEASURE FOR ME. It's about totally using someone for my own pleasure without thought of his, or the distractions that come from all the ‘variations on a theme’ that I find unnecessary. Imagine: you have someone over who is negative and you're both partying...you decide to do "G", for example (could be many other things) and instead of taking your own portion, you give him yours. Both start having great sex, but as he is propped up doggie-style under you, your cock in his ass, he starts snoring... You feel the tension leave his body as your cock swells up inside him, with the realization that you can do anything you want, the way you want it, as long as you want it, and shoot load after load of hot poz cum up his wide-open neg ass! Just that thought alone makes me almost lose my seed. Imagine raping his ass, in bondage thru chemicals, with total control and freedom, dropping orgasms so intense they spurt out like a fire hose putting out a fire, all the time knowing that you are poz and he is (was) neg! It's too hot! For all the young boys who love to jack off, imagine my huge deathtool rammed up your hole depositing it's charged loads, which ooze out and run down your legs... Enough on that... again, congratulations, and keep up the spirit - you have a great attitude and will revel in the pleasures that await.
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February 20th, 2007, my birthday. I’d been chatting with my gifter for a while. I knew that I wanted it, but I was also afraid. I had thought about it often, but always backed out. He was into chems, fisting, and was poz (REALLY POZ). We had talked on the phone for a while, sharing thoughts, ideas, crazy things that might happen or did happen in our lives, how he had been pozzed, etc. I was a good intelligent man, who just happened to love taking cock. We talked about how he felt when he was fucking, and how much I’d love it, when he seeded my hole. I can see now that he was seducing me to the idea of taking his poz loads and I was eating it up. Taking advantage my weakness, my willingness, but it was ok. I think in my mind it was just a fantasy and the things we talked about weren’t really going to happen, even though I was sort of hoping it would. I wasn’t really going to submit my body to the ravages of HIV; it was just talk, right? So I booked the hotel and the flight to Portland. I arrived that morning, it was raining, but there he was waiting by the baggage claim. He looked more real that I had imagined him to be. Funny how I thought he would have horns, or a dark shadow clinging to him. We got on the tram together and headed to his house. He said it was close. I was nervous now, but he calmed me and told me everything was going to be ok. He’d watch out for me and to trust him. We took the short walk to the house, and he showed me the shower and told me to clean out. I took my time and did a good job, preparing myself for him. When I came back to the kitchen, he had the meth out and was measuring it, mixing it, putting part of it into a needled syringe and part into a syringe that didn’t have needle. I watched fascinated almost hypnotized. I had never seen anything like this before in real life, only on the television. He then looked at me and asked if I was ready. I was scared, but somehow thought it would still turn out to be just a fantasy and that he’d shoot himself up and that would be that. After all, I don’t do drugs. I put on my underwear and followed him out the back door, to a garden shed in the back yard, my soon to be birth chamber. Inside the small shed was a portable heater on the floor, a roll of paper towels, some shelves with dildos and lube, and a sling. I had never been fucked in a sling before, so that was going to be a first for me. The first of many firsts, which would happen to me on that day. He helped me slide into the sling, and adjusted me, so my ass was at the edge and easy access for his use. My feet were pushed through the straps, making certain I wasn’t able to pull myself out of the sling. My head was slightly lower than my ass, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time. Guess, he didn’t want anything to leak out. My cock was hard and standing up, ready for action. He made certain that I was well situated in the sling, and was comfortable since I was going to be there a while. He reached over and got the syringe that didn’t have the needle in it. My hole was still a bit loose from the douching out, so I didn’t struggle much when He inserted into my ass. He pushed down on the plunger saying “This might burn for a bit.” He then walked around to my head and adjusted the straps that went around my wrists on the chains by my head, to make certain I was secured in place. I pulled on the straps experimentally, I was pretty comfortable and my cock was hard, thinking about getting fucked in his sling. I leaned my head back in the sling and tried to relax. I closed my eyes and felt the “burn” he was talking about, but it felt very good. He told me “You’ve just had your first booty bump.” I tried to concentrate on the feeling of my heart beating and the burn in my ass. The temperature seemed to jump and my heart was racing, when I realized that he had slipped his cock into me. It felt so good that I laid back and willed my hole to open to take more of him into me. The fact that he was fucking me bare and was poz only made it hotter somehow. It didn’t seem real; like it was happening to someone I was watching on a porn film. I don’t remember his first load into me, but my body did. All of a sudden, my hole started clenching and pulling, milking his cock with every muscle in my being. I was being impregnated by His seed, and all my body knew was how much it wanted it. It just felt so good to feel his cock inside of me, breeding me, making me his boy, my body instinctively pulling it deeper inside of me to grow. I have no idea how long he fucked me or how many loads he gave me, when he pulled out and fingered me a bit. He moaned at how sloppy my hole was and how open it was. He then walked around to the side of the sling; He tied the sling wrist straps down securely. I was still out of it some, my body screaming for His cock. The fact that I was naked in a garden shed, with a small heater, in February, didn’t matter, I felt hot and flushed and oh so very horny. My head was rolling from side to side and my eyes were closed, but I could hear him moving around. We had talked earlier on the phone about a fantasy of mine. He pulled out a red bandana from somewhere, put it between my teeth and tied it around my head. “Look at me,” he said. I opened my eyes, and watched as he tied His arm with a rubber tube, then took the meth loaded syringe, found a vein and stuck it into his right arm. He pushed the plunger down about halfway, I watched fascinated as the semi-clear liquid went into His arm. He held it there for a few seconds, breathing deep, and then pulled the plunger out, and I saw the red tint of His blood start to mix with the remaining meth to fill the syringe. He pulled off the rubber tube with his teeth. I looked at His face, it wasn’t an expression, I recognized, and his eyes glittered like they were made of black glass. He reached over, tied the rubber tube around my arm, making my veins stand up, and started examining my arm, looking for a good vein. I remember, trying to say “No, no”, but the bandana was muffling my voice. He found the vein and said, “Here”. I remember tightening up a bit, but He had a firm grip on my arm. “Don’t move!” He commanded and for some reason that I still don’t understand, I obeyed him. My eyes widened as I saw him put the needle into my vein and I remember shaking my head from side to side. I started to breathe hard, fast shallow breaths through my nose. This is real! It is going to really happen! I was staring at the blood/meth filled syringe when he said “Look at me.” I looked in his eyes and felt him push the plunger down. He pulled out the needle, massaged the vein for a moment and then untied my gag. I looked at my arm, where I had been injected, and started to freak out. “Oh God, what have I done? What have I done? Help me! Jesus, help me!” I was crying out. I was panting in my terror. He looked at my face and pulled off the rubber tube, allowing the meth and his toxic blood to flow throughout my body. His bugs already starting their deadly work as they barebacked on the meth. He didn’t say a word as the drug took hold of my mind and body. He just walked down to my spread legs, shoved his hard cock into my hole, wrapped his arms around the chains of the sling, started pinching his nipples and began fucking me with full deep strokes. I looked deep into his glittering eyes. I’m sure he saw the horror in my eyes quickly turning into lust as he smiled and said the words I’ll never forget, “It’s too late. It’s too late” At that point, I realized he was right, it was too late. I wasn’t going to escape; I was going to be poz from this day forward. As, my mind tried to cope with that reality, he was delivering another load of seed into my body, and my ass was pulling and flexing, milking every drop into me. The drugs were hitting me hard and only one thing mattered; that was taking every drop of cum from my Father’s balls into me. “Please, please take my last neg load. I give it to you; I want you to have it. Help me give it to you.” I had to cum for him. Right then, the cum leaked out of my soft cock, He saw it, scooped some it up with his two fingers and put them into my mouth to suck clean. “This is the last neg load you’ll ever have.” And then he scooped some up, put the fingers into his mouth, and licked it clean, taking it into his body. My second load came just moments after my last neg load. He repeated the process, only this time; I was shaking, moaning, and begging for his cock. “Is this my first poz cum?” He looked down at me still fucking and said “The first of many, to spread to others.” Which wasn’t true, but in my fucked up mind, I swear that I could feel the bug swimming in my cum. “Yes Father, yes, I want to spread you to others. You’ll live forever in those I breed, just like all those who came before you live in you. Just like you’ll live in me. As I cum in them, part of my seed will be yours.” There was more talk, some of it I remember, some of it only comes to me in my dreams. The drug filled haze of my body and mind, made me into a cum whore. All I wanted was his cock and to be filled over and over with his seed.
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Part I: I stumbled across his profile on the gay message boards, "Poz Top interested in meeting Hiv-, bare only". Reading this and seeing his photos had me instantly hard. The photos showed a muscled Daddy type with somewhat of a gut (what I'd later find out was due to HIV meds). I sent him a message letting him know how hot his profile was and that it turned me on, even though I didn't go bare. He thanked me in his reply, but told me that he was only interested in chatting once I decided that I wanted him bare. His words stuck with me and I continued to look at his profile over the next few weeks. After 12 years of safe gay sex, I found myself wanting this man more and more. One night after drinking more than usual, I found myself home alone and back on line. I sent him a message telling him that I was ready to talk about taking him bare. He responded that if I was serious, he would help me "do it right." I told him that I was serious as the alcohol was doing the talking for me. He made me provide him with my address where he told me that he would send on the items for my preparation. The next morning I woke up and regretted the exchange as I knew that when it came down to it, I wasn't that serious about taking him bare. I put it out of my mind until I got a package in the mail a couple of days later. I started to get hard as I opened the package, not knowing what to expect. I was scared and excited at the same time. When I opened the box, there was a letter on top. It read: [I]Preparation Instructions for becoming a Cum Slut, enclosed are a couple of videos of men that have learned the value of becoming a Cum Slut through my instruction. They started taping themselves once they received a package similar to this one. You will do the same. For now, close this package and do not look at it again for two days. Do not play with yourself or cum in the meantime. When you are good and horny and have 30 minutes or more before any other commitments, take the top video out of the package and start watching it. It was signed, Your Trainer. Damn I was hard and I wanted so much to continue going through the package, but I did as I was told. The next day I was so horny, I couldn't wait any longer and put the tape into the machine. The tape started by showing the top from the neck down, then panned out to see that he was wearing a hood, but nothing else other than a cock ring and boots. "I want you to watch these tapes and follow the lead of these men, doing the same things and getting used to the idea of becoming just like them. If you are a true Cum Slut, you will start to crave it and will not be able to get enough. I also noticed that your skin if fairly light, before we meet up I want you to start tanning and I've included some special items in the package for you to use when you do. I go to Palm Springs every few weeks for play. When you are ready for me to take you there and turn you into your true self, message me and we will make it happen. The video then changed and I saw a man in his mid twenties with a nice but slightly stocky body. He was stripping for the camera, then arranging his dildo's from smallest to largest. He picked up the smallest one and worked on his hole for about ten minutes before moving on to the next size. After a few minutes, I noticed that the date stamp changed and he was now using larger toys. The video was just over a year old. After a few minutes, the video changed again and my trainer was back. He stated: "You will use toys on your hole for a minimum of 10 minutes a day. Do not go larger than the size of a large cock. I want you able to take any and all sizes, but I do not want you too loose. Now open the rest of your package and then send me a message if you are interested in going further." There was another video tape inside with a note attached reading "Watch this two weeks from now." Underneath were two dildos. One was the size of an average cock and one the size of a large cock. There was a note under the dildos. It read "Know that these toys have been used by other men who have progressed to becoming full service Cum Sluts. If you have your own toys, use them as well, just do not go larger than the largest one provided. The only other thing in the package was an envelope in the bottom. I opened it up and it was a set of stickers with lettering about 2 inches in height. They spelled out the words "Cum Dump" and "Breed Me". The note inside the envelope said" Use these stickers when you start tanning. Place the letters for "Cum Dump" on your lower back, just above your waist. Place the letters for "Breed Me" across your chest. The letters will not melt or burn in the tanning process, they will just leave you skin untanned in these areas, making the words so that they can be read when I take you to Palm Springs. Make sure you place the letters in the same spot each time you tan. I look forward to seeing your tanned body with your messages clear for all the men to read. I was overwhelmed, it was one thing for him to do me bare, but for a group of men to see me that way? This was going to be quite an experience. My heart was thumping in my chest. I was scared and excited at the same time. I got on line and sent my trainer a message. I thanked him for the package and told him that I would be following his guidance. I then picked up the phone and made an appointment to go tanning. After a couple of weeks of using the toys on my hole and starting the tanning process, I was looking forward to watching the next video tape. I had worked up to using the largest dildo on my hole for a good 10-15 minutes a night. I was amazed by how quickly I had been able to go to the larger size, just by being consistent and making sure I made it a daily routine. I put the tape into the machine and noticed a different man than the first tape, he was older than the man on the first tape with a long lean runners build. He was using a large dildo on his hole, it looked just like the largest one that my trainer had sent me. I wondered if it was the same one and felt my cock lengthen. He really went to town on that big dildo, taking it hard and fast for a few minutes, then he took it out and got a small dildo out and shoved it up his hole. As he did this, I heard my trainer's voice, which had been dubbed onto the footage. “Now that you have gotten your hole used to the largest of the dildos, we need to make sure that you give and get enjoyment of the smaller cocks out there that will offer you their loads. I want you to really open yourself up with the large dildos, then push the small ones in and work your ass muscles to keep them in, squeeze down on them." As I heard these words, I saw the man in the video stand and watched the small dildo slip out of his ass. He reached back down and shoved it up his hole again. This time as it started to fall out, I could see his ass clench and he caught it about half way down the shaft. He continued to do this over and over. I heard my trainers voice again “Don’t get discouraged if you are so wide open that you can’t keep the smallest dildo from falling out at this point. If that happens go up in size and practice on that dildo. With practice, you will learn to control your muscles and be able to accommodate any size of cock." The video continued to show the man working his ass muscles on the dildos for another ten minutes. Then the scene switched to show the man laying on his back with his legs in the air and a medium sized dildo sticking half way out of his ass. The camera view was at the same height as the dildo but back at an angle so that I could see his hole and the dildo. I could see his ass push out on the dildo and then it seemed like his ass was pulling the dildo deeper inside of him. I heard my trainer's voice again, “Milking a man’s cock with your asshole shows him that you are a true Cum Slut and will do everything to make sure that you get ever drop inside of you. Practice on the dildos, by holding on to them with one hand. No pushing or pulling with your hand is allowed. Push out with your ass onto the dildo and then squeeze your hole and draw it back into you. I’ve heard some men say that it helps to image that there is a condom on the dildo or cock inside you. Think about pushing your ass out to grap onto the condom and as you squeeze and draw your muscles back in, think about your ass rolling the condom up and off of his cock, do this over and over until you can imagine that your ass has rolled the condom completely off his cock. You will use this skill at various times, including just after a man has shot his load up your hole. Before he pulls out, milk his cock to force as much cum into your hole as possible." I looked down and noticed that I was rock hard and dripping precum. I wondered how I had gotten along all these years having gay sex, without doing some of these things that now seemed so basic for a bottom to be doing. I set up the video camera and started in on my new training. I sent a message to my trainer and let him know that I was progressing and that I was looking forward to meeting him. I also told him that I had gotten off of work for a three day weekend, just three weeks out in case he was interested in meeting at that time. I got a response the next day that he could make it work and was proud of my progress. Hearing that he was proud of me made me work that much harder. I was also getting more tan and the letters where I wasn’t tanning were really starting to stand out. I got excited every time I saw my body in the mirror and could see what I was becoming. The next three weeks seemed to drag by as I was looking forward to meeting my trainer in person. I kept busy with nightly sessions on the dildos, learning to open myself up quickly as well as squeeze down in order to pleasure the smaller men. Then the Friday that changed my life came as my trainer dropped by my house to take me away for the weekend. He got to my apartment, just after 9am on that Friday morning. He was probably 15 years older than I, slightly taller with a musky scent and a few days of stubble on his face. As instructed through our messages, I opened the door in nothing but a new jockstrap. My tan had come along well, so as he walked in, he could see the “Breed Me” letters across my chest. “Very nice,” he said. “Your on line photos don’t do you justice. We’ll have to take some new ones. Turn around" he told me in a more authoritative voice. I did as instructed and felt goosebumps as he inspected my body. “Oh yeah, you will be popular, this will be a great experience for you. Did you clean out this morning?" “Yes Sir,” I answered. He nodded and smiled and asked to see my bag. He had told me to pack all my dildos, poppers, a couple of jock straps, a pair of shorts and flip flops. “Looks good” he said. He moved in and grabbed me around my waist and pushed my chin up so that I was looking directly into his eyes. “Are you ready for this, is this what you really want?” he asked. “Yes Sir,” I answered and he smiled again. It felt like my body was melting. I wanted to feel like this all the time. “Where are the video tapes of your training?” he asked. I opened up another section of the bag to show him. “Good, I’m looking forward to watching those as well.” “OK, let’s get going. Show me what you were going to wear in the car.” I showed him a pair of shorts, a t-shirt of a local sports team and shoes. “That will work,” he said. "Put them on and let’s get this weekend going." I did as I was told and followed him out to his car. I was nervous about not driving myself. By getting into his car, I was allowing myself to be his. I opened the passenger door, took a deep breath and got inside. We had been in the car about 10 minutes when he told me, “We are going to take a detour to meet a man that is not able to get away to Palm Springs this weekend.” I had no idea what he meant. I was nervous and scared and beginning to doubt what I had gotten myself into. When I didn’t say anything, he told me “Relax, this is a good thing.” A few minutes later we were pulling into a parking lot between City Hall and the surrounding businesses. Getting out of the car he told me, “Leave your bag, we don’t want them going through it at security. Follow me”. With that he started walking towards City Hall. I didn’t know what was going on, but I followed him. We went through the main entrance and through the security and metal detectors. I was glad that I wasn’t wearing a metal cock ring. I saw my trainer talking to one of the guards, but couldn’t hear what he was saying other than “…expecting us…” The guard made a phone call, then motioned us to follow him. We went to a set of elevators in the back and rode to the top floor. The doors opened and we were greeted by a man I’ll refer to as the Politician. I couldn’t believe that I was standing in front of this man and that my trainer seemed to know him. “Good to see you again” the Politician said to my trainer. As he looked at me he said, “Looks like we will have a productive meeting. Let’s get started." As we walked down the hall, the Politician stopped to ask one of the secretaries if the conference room was currently in use. When he heard that it was available, he asked that it be reserved for him for the next hour. We were led further down the hall to the conference room, which was very impressive. Hardwood floors with a large hardwood conference table surrounded by large leather chairs. As he shut the door behind us, he turned to me and said, “OK, take off your shorts, let’s see that ass." I was stunned. Not only that the Politician was gay, but that he was so forward and forceful. Here was a man, older than my father telling me to strip in a city conference room. He then turned and picked up the phone on the table. I heard him ask for “David” and then a few minutes later say, “Bring poppers and lube to the main conference room, pronto.” Damn, what was going on here? I had only unbuttoned by shorts by this time and he noticed. “Come on,” the Politician said, “I only have an hour and at my age it takes me a little longer before I shoot my load.” I was stunned again, but managed to take off my shorts. “Now lay back on the conference table” the Politician said. As I did, he and my trainer each took at leg and moved a chair so that my legs were elevated with my ankles on the tops of the chairs. My trainer then stepped up and pulled my ass closer to the edge of the table. It felt surreal, it seemed like I wasn’t really there, but caught up in a dream. Just then the door opened and a man walked in and handed the Politician a bag. I was embarrassed, just laying there with my pants off showing the whole world my ass. The other man didn’t seem to pay that much attention and turned to leave. As he was walking out the door, the Politician said, “Oh, and make sure that the monitoring and surveillance equipment are turned off for this room.” Fear shot through me again, I had just walked into a situation where I could be filmed. I wondered if the words were really code for him to turn on the surveillance equipment. My heart was thudding in my chest. The Politician took the lube out of the sack and put it on the table, then handed the bottle of poppers to my trainer. “You know, I really should take a piss before I fuck this man,” the politician said. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, I saw my trainer drop to his knees and unzip the Politicians’ slacks. He reached inside and pulled out the politicians cock and balls, so that they were hanging outside of his pants. It was a nice package, large balls with an average sized uncut cock surrounded by grey hair. My trainer took a hit of poppers and then opened his mouth so that he was just below the Politician's cock. I couldn’t believe it. Up until now I had thought that my trainer was 100% top and here he was getting ready to drink the piss of another man. Before I could completely process what had just happened, the Politician started to piss. My trainer repositioned his mouth so that he was taking it all, not spilling a drop. I was fascinated and turned on. When the Politician was done pissing, he said “OK now, get me ready for his ass.” My trainer then started giving the Politician a blow job. As he was getting blown, the Ppolitician started fingering my hole and lubing it up. He noticed that my cock had gotten hard as well. I heard him say “Well now, it seems like this man liked watching you drink my piss, maybe after you turn him into a Cum Slut, you should turn him into a toilet as well.” He then let out a laugh as I believe he saw my cock jump and became fully rigid. The Politician slid one of his lubed fingers up my hole and started probing. “So I understand that up until now, you have only let men fuck you if they wore a condom,” the Politician stated. “Yes Sir,” I answered. “Well I’m glad that I get to be the first man to bareback your ass. I hope this becomes a good memory for you, of course you will not be able to tell anyone,” the Politician said. “I understand,” I replied. Just then the Politician pushed a second finger into my hole and pulled his cock out of my trainer's mouth. His cock was a grower. It was slightly longer than average, but it was the thickest one I think I had seen. “Let’s see how well you take this,” the Politician said as he lined his cock up against my hole. My trainer handed me the poppers and told me not to spill it on the wooden conference table. The Politician watched me take a long hit of poppers and then slid into my ass as he saw it take effect. “Very nice” he said. I felt so full inside and had to look around me to take it all in. Here was this Politician still wearing his suit, his cock in my ass. I could feel the cold zipper hit the side of my ass as he pushed himself all of the way in. “Take another hit of poppers,” my trainer said and he got behind the Politician and started pinching his nipples through his dress shirt. I did as I was told and could feel the Politician pick up his rhythm. I could hear my trainer whisper into the Politician's ear phrases like, “Breed this neg man's hole.” “Give him your load deep inside.” “Make him remember this seeding.” The words were obviously working as I could feel the politician grow more rigid inside of me. “I’m getting close, tell me now if you want it or not,” the Politician said. “Please, breed me, give me your load, Sir” I said as I started up into his eyes. I wondered what this man looked like out of his clothes, he seemed fairly fit, but having him fully clothed made me wonder even more. “Here’s your first gift” I heard him say as he leaned over and put his mouth over mine. He pushed his tongue deep in my mouth as he started to grunt loudly. I was disappointed that I couldn’t feel his cum in my ass, but I was sure that it was being deposited. When his thrusts slowed down, I started milking his cock as my trainer had instructed. “Oh, you want it all don’t you?” the politician said. “That’s good, get it all out of me and into you”. My trainer leaned over and told me how proud he was of me, that I was going to be a good Cum Slut. As the politician slid out of my ass, they both told me to clamp my hole tight and to keep it all in. I pulled on my shorts and we started for the door. Before we left the room, the politician turned to me and said, “that’s a real sweet hole you have there man, make sure you offer it up to every man possible and you will have a full life”. With that, he turned and walked down the hall. “Come on,” my trainer said,” let’s get you to Palm Springs and build on your experience.” We left the building and started walking towards to car. As we were approaching the car, my trainer stopped when he noticed a convenience store across the opposite street. “Let’s get some supplies for the road, I could use a drink,” he said. We went into the store and I picked up a Pepsi. He did the same and also picked up some bottled water and an empty spray bottle. We paid and headed once again to the car. After we were on the road again, my trainer asked me what I thought about my first experience. “It was damn hot, but also a little scary,” I answered. “Yeah, not knowing if someone could come into the room is quite a thrill, and I could see how it could be scary. Not to mention the fact that you are taking poz loads now. You will get used to it and get to the point where you don’t care if someone comes into the room or not. You will just want everyone to see you for what you really are. I still remember the first time that man fucked me. I’m pretty sure that he is the one that pozzed me,” he said. Upon hearing this, I got a chill and fear jumped into me again. I knew that I was going to be taking a poz load or two, but had no idea that the man that just fucked me was poz. I was having a hard time thinking that he was into guys so the thought that he was poz didn’t cross my mind. I took a drink of the Pepsi and wished that it was something stronger. I felt my face get hot and flushed. At the same time, my trainer took his hand off the wheel and placed it on my upper thigh and gave it a squeeze. “You sure did give him a good time. You are quite the bottom. I’m jealous that I wasn’t the first poz bare man in your hole,” my trainer said. Somehow that seemed to make me feel better as my attraction to my trainer was growing. “Let’s make one more stop before he get on the highway to Palm Springs,” he said. I didn’t even ask where. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to know. I leaned the seat back in the car and just tried to relax. After about 10 minutes, I felt the car slow as my trainer pulled into a parking lot. I looked up and noticed that it was a local adult bookstore. I had never been in, but had heard stories. “We are just going to pick up some more supplies,” my trainer told me. “This isn’t really a good place for bareback play, but it does come in handy”. We got out of the car and went into the store. The clerk behind the counter knew my trainer and called out to him as we entered. “I was afraid you weren’t going to make it,” the clerk said. “My shift ends in another 20 minutes and I thought I’d miss you”. “Sorry about that,” my trainer said. “We had another stop to make first”. He turned and smiled at me when he said that and ran his hand down the backside of my shorts as he did. The clerk smiled back as he got the message. “Here are the supplies you asked about,” the clerk said and handed my trainer a small brown paper sack. “I hope you can put them to good use,” he said. “How about a good butt plug,” my trainer asked. “ I don’t want my man here to lose the loads that get up inside him. I want a tight fit, but nothing too large that will be hard to keep in for an extended period of time.” I could feel my cock stirring hearing this talk. “On the back wall, left corner”, the clerk replied. We went back and took a look at the butt plugs. They had so many different kinds. Some were so small they were laughable, barely larger than a finger. Then there were others that were so large it was scary. “I think this will be a good one for you,” my trainer said as he picked one up. I was turned on and surprised at his choice. It wasn’t the traditional triangular shaped butt plug, but instead round, like a small trailer hitch. “This will plug you nice and good,” he said. “And it will spread out your hole nice for all those future deposits in your hole.” We walked back up to the counter and he handed me some cash. “Pay for this,” he said. “I left something in the car, be right back” . There was a short line of guys getting tokens for the video booths in the back, so I waited and just as I was paying my trainer came back in with the spray bottle. “Go ahead and get some tokens for the video machines as well,” he said to me as he was walking in. I noticed that the spray bottle was full, I assumed from one of the water bottles that he had picked up. He took the sack with the butt plug and put the small sack from the clerk inside it and we headed toward the video booths. I wasn’t sure what was going on as I didn’t think he wanted to play here, but thought maybe that he changed his mind. I had those nervous feelings that were turning me on again. He looked into a couple of empty booths before he said, “this one isn’t bad, go on in”. I went in and he followed. He put a couple of tokens in the machine and flipped the channel to some gay porn. I noticed that there was dried cum across the video screen from at least two different men. My trainer reached into his pocket and pulled out some poppers. He handed me the bottle and told me to take a hit. As I followed his direction, he took the spray bottle, aimed it at the video screen and sprayed water over the dried cum. “That will loosen it up,” he said. “Now take your tongue and lick the screen for me”. I couldn’t believe what he was asking. It seemed so dirty, but was also a little of a turn on. When I hesitated, he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it toward the screen. By that time the poppers were working and I stuck out my tongue and started licking the screen. I was getting turned on as I did this. “Lick it clean,” he said. “Think about all of the types of men that have shot their loads here and where this may have come from. It doesn’t matter to you, you will take it all. Maybe it was an old man, or an overweight man, or a man barely old enough to be legal. You will take it all.” My cock was rock hard inside my shorts. I had pretty much cleaned the screen as he was talking. I couldn’t taste much, but it was a turn on. “Good job,” he told me. “Let’s find some more”. We walked out of the booth just as another man walked out of a booth a couple of doors down. “Let’s see if he left us anything,” my trainer said as we walked into the booth. There was a big fresh load across the screen and part of the wall. I was sure that I’d get a better taste out of this one. I started to take a hit of poppers and my trainer told me to wait. He reached into the bag and brought out the butt plug. He took it out of the packaging and started rolling the butt plug over the cum. A moist layer of cum was attaching itself to the butt plug. “Now, pull down your shorts and take a hit of poppers,” he said. I did as instructed and he then told me to take my fingers and run it through the cum to lube my hole. I reached out with two fingers and slid them across the screen. There was enough cum that it filled my fingers and started running over the sides. As the poppers took effect, I started to lube up my hole with the cum. I felt my trainer push my back to bend me over, and I took the hint and followed through. He then took the butt plug and started pushing it against my hole. The butt plug didn’t seem that big when I had looked at it, but it wasn’t going easily into my hole. My trainer told me to take another hit of poppers as he slide the butt plug through the remaining cum. As I relaxed, he was able to get the plug inside my hole. It felt big, but also secure. Once he got the plug more than halfway in, my hole just sucked it up and pulled it in. “Damn, that’s hot, “ he said and I had to agree. “Lick the rest up,” he told me and I did. We found three more booths with dried cum that I cleaned for him. “The key is to spray the water above the dried load and let it drain down and loosen it up. You don’t want to spray the load directly, or it may cause it to come off the screen.” “Good job,” he told me again as we were walking out of the store. “I sure could get used to having you around,” he told me. “I’m glad to hear that,” I said as I felt my heart warm in my chest. We got in the car and headed out of the parking lot. “OK, no more stops now until we reach Palm Springs,” he said. “This has been a pretty good time and we haven’t even gotten out of the city yet”. I had to agree. I was getting more comfortable, both with this man as well as with my role. When I stopped to think about it, it still didn’t feel like it was “me” that had done these acts, yet I knew that once I had done them I couldn’t stop wanting to do them again and again. “Let’s go through a drive through and get something for the road, do you have any preferences?” my trainer asked me. I told him that I didn’t care, but that I wasn’t sure I wanted much to eat if I was going to be getting fucked a lot. “Don’t worry too much about that, we’ll have plenty of time to stop and clean you out as needed. I want to make sure you get enough nourishment this weekend,” he told me. Hearing him say that actually made me feel really good. We went to a local drive through and placed our order. As we were waiting in the line of cars my trainer told me, “Take off your T-shirt and if it’s a guy working the drive through window, I want you to undo your shorts and pull them down as he is handing our lunch out the window.” I got butterflies in my stomach as I heard this, but also started to get hard again. I could feel the wetness in my jock strap from all the precum of the days events so far. I took off my shirt and waited. “It’s a guy at the window,” my trainer said, as we were one car back from the window. “Feel free to take a hit of poppers as we pull up if that will give you more confidence to show yourself.” I grabbed the bottle as he pulled forward and took a hit. When the clerk at the window leaned over to give my trainer his change I un-did my shorts and started sliding them down. I felt embarrassed, yet proud to show this stranger what I was. There were wet spots on the jock from my precum. I saw the man do a double take as he handed out the cash, then a look of disbelief as he went back to get the food. I’m not sure from his angle if he could see the ‘Breed Me’ letters across my chest, but I imagined that he did. A different man brought the lunch and handed it out the window. I wondered if he had told a buddy what he had seen in the care and that man needed to take a look or if it was the normal process. This other man definitely seemed to know where to look and didn’t seem as shocked. As he handed the food out the window, my trainer took his other hand and reached over and grabbed my thigh. The man in the window gave a smile and told us to have a good day as he handed the drinks to my trainer. We drove out onto the street and I couldn’t believe what I had just done, but it felt right. “Why don’t you go ahead and take those shorts all the way off for the drive,” my trainer said. It felt a little awkward sitting in his car with just my jock and shoes on, yet it felt right as well. I felt very submissive sitting there while my trainer was fully clothed. I told my trainer that I was getting a little bit of a headache from the poppers and he told me that there was some aspirin in the glove box and I was welcome to it. I took some and started to each the lunch as we drove towards Palm Springs. I wasn’t sure what to expect as we took the drive, but my trainer broke the ice by just starting to talk about himself. He gave me his background on what he did for a living, how he started having sex with men and how it had progressed over the years. He asked me questions about myself and I found it very easy to talk to him and share my past as well as my current life. I told him about my past relationships and how it never seemed to work as the other men were not dominant enough or didn’t want to get into some of the kinks that turned me on. I let him know that I was content in my current job, but that it wasn’t anything special and that I had plenty of spare time as I didn’t care to put in any extra time at the office. The time seemed to go by quickly as we talked and learned more about each other. At first I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know too much about this man as it could dilute the fantasy side of what was going on, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. The more I knew about this man, the more I wanted to please him. The next thing I knew we were turning off of the highway and had entered Palm Springs. We drove for another ten minutes and then pulled into the parking lot of a gay resort. It had high fencing around the parking lot, so I couldn’t see much of the buildings inside other than the roof line. It looked like there were a few different buildings, at different angles to each other. “You better pull up your shorts,” my trainer told me, “but leave your shirt off”. I got the butterflies in my stomach again as I thought of men seeing me with the words across my chest and back. We got out of the car and got our bags out as well. My trainer had a much larger bag than I had and I wondered what all he had in it. He grabbed the small paper bag from the bookstore and we started for the main door. I noticed that the parking spot he had pulled into said ‘Reserved – Towing Enforced’ and brought that to his attention. I didn’t want to lose my transportation back home. “I guess I didn’t tell you that part yet,” he said, “I’m a co-owner of this resort. That is one of the reasons why I come down here ever few weeks. It comes in handy and you will definitely benefit from my contacts.” I was impressed and turned on again. We walked into the front door where there was an L shaped countertop. The small part of the L was the check in counter and the large part of the L was the bar which faced the pool. “Good to see you are back,” the man behind the counter said as he greeted my trainer with a big smile. “And I like what you brought with you, damn,” he said as I saw his eyes go up and down my body and settle on my face. “Welcome,” he said to me, “enjoy your stay.” With that he buzzed us through the door that lead to the pool and grounds beyond and handed a key to my trainer. “We’ve got number 102 ready for you,” he said. We walked through the door and I noticed that there was a good sized pool with a couple of hot tubs on each end. There were a couple of rows of chairs and lounges for men to lie down on around the pool. There were various buildings of rooms around the pool as well as yard areas with tables and paths between the buildings. There were a few men laying out around the pool, but most of the place was empty. My trainer led me to one of the rooms that overlooked the pool with a slight elevation so that we could see down on the pool and the men from the front porch of the room. He unlocked the door and we went inside. The room was fairly standard, a large bed with a table and two chairs next to the window. There was a dresser along the far wall and nightstands around the bed. I noticed off to the right a door leading to the bathroom. There was also a small refrigerator and microwave in the room as well as a sink. A large TV was suspended from the ceiling and it looked like it was on a pivot so that it could be moved for better viewing. My trainer checked the fridge and I saw beer, soda and bottled water were stocked inside. He then went to what I thought was the closet door and opened it up. “Take a look,” he said. I was surprised to see that it wasn’t a closet, but another room. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the sling suspended from the ceiling, as well as a tub, a rim seat and a locked cabinet. The wall had leather restrains of all kinds hanging off of it in various locations. There was also a TV suspended from the ceiling in this room. “Take those shorts off and get in the tub, I’ve really got to take a piss and it’s time to start getting that clean jock of yours dirty,” my trainer instructed. I have had some small experiences with water sports, but not much. As I took off my shorts, I noticed that I was getting hard. “Take a hit of poppers and enjoy this,” my trainer said. I got in the tub and took the poppers and then laid back. He pulled out his cock. This was the first time that I had seen it in person. I wasn’t expecting to see the big PA. His photos on his profile didn’t show it, but I had noticed that the photos seemed a little dated once I had seen him in person. He stood over me and started to piss. He was aiming for my jock, but the PA caused him to shoot some separate streams in different directions. I felt and saw my jock get wet as I noticed my cock straining to get harder inside the jock. I ran my hands across my chest and legs to feel his piss and rub it into my body. He did have quite a bit to get rid of and as I watched I realized that I did too. I started pissing through my jock as he was finishing. “Oh yeah, that’s good,” he said and watched as I relaxed and pissed. He reached up to the TV and picked up the remote that was fastened to it and handed it to me. “Flip through and find something you like,” he said. “There are a few channels that we control here with gay porn that you can get on this TV. The set in the other room also gets local channels, but this one is just for porn.” “Lay there and soak,” he said, “I’m going to unpack and see if any of the workers need to take a piss”. I wondered what kind of men could show up and just unzip and start taking a piss on me. I tried to relax in the tub as best I could and looked around the room, wondering what this place had in store for me. I heard my trainer on the phone as I flipped through the channels on the TV. There were four channels of gay porn. I noticed that they were all showing bareback films. The first channel was showing a pre-condom film from the 80s. The second was showing leathermen getting it on, while the other two were showing twinks and musclemen. I heard my trainer hang up the phone as I settled on the 80s film. I laid back and squeezed my jockstrap, feeling the piss fall onto my cock. A few minutes later my trainer walked in the room. He was carrying two leather straps. “Let’s try these on and see which one works the best,” he said. He moved in toward my neck. It turned out that the leather strap was a collar. Here again was the feeling of being turned on, yet a little scared at the same time. “We want to make sure the men realize you are only here to be used, not for anything more,” he said as he fastened the first one around my neck. It was a wide black band with studs around the top and bottom. “This one isn’t going to work, I want to make sure that you are comfortable and can move your head around.” He took it off and put the other one on which was not as wide and was just plain black. “Yeah, that looks good” As the words were coming out of his mouth, there was a knock on the door. “Be right back, take a hit of poppers,” he told me. As he walked out of the room, I opened the bottle and took a long hit of poppers, wondering what was in store for me. As I was screwing the top back on the bottle, my trainer walked in the room with three other men. They all took out their cocks, aimed at me. I really was feeling used. Of the three, I was only attracted to one, a 20s Hispanic man with a tool belt around his waist. The other two men were either too old or heavy for my taste, but hearing my trainer tell them to ‘wet me down’ and ‘get me soaking wet’, then telling me to ‘enjoy my shower’ and ‘feel it all’ got me turned on. Knowing that it turned on my trainer to see any man use me was enough for me. After they were done pissing, they zipped up and left. My trainer took a few photos of me sitting in the tub. I hadn’t realized that he had the camera and wondered if he had been taking pictures of me being used. “OK, stand up and pat yourself dry,” he told me as he handed me a towel. I handed him the towel back, and he used it to wipe my jockstrap around the waist band. He uncapped a marker and bent over to start writing on the waistband of my jockstrap. He wrote on the front and the back. As he capped the pen, I looked down and saw ‘Room 102’ on the front. I assumed it was something similar in the back. “I don’t think the men will have any trouble finding you, but you can’t be too sure,” he said. “Bend over,” he said and I felt his hand on the base of the butt plug. I had almost forgotten that it was there. The only times I felt it were when I would bend over and it would tend to go deeper inside me, as well as sometimes where I was sitting down. He spit on my hole and rubbed it around the base of the plug. He slid his finger between the side of my ass and the plug and ran the finger half way around in a circle. He continued to do this as I slowly started to loosen up. My ass was tight around the base of the plug. He told me to take a hit of poppers as he spit on my hole again. As the poppers were taking effect, he took hold of the plug and pulled it out in one quick motion. My ass gave off a suction sound and I almost fell backward, but my trainer caught me. “Let’s go down to the pool now. We can show you off and get the men horny for you, as well as dry off and rest.” He handed me my flip flops and we went down to the pool where my trained stripped to his underwear. Damn, I couldn’t wait to get it on with him. He took out some lotion and rubber it over my chest and back. “We don’t want those words to burn or worse, tan where they can’t be read,” he told me. We spent the next couple of hours at the pool. For a while, I got on an air mattress and showed the men my ass in the jock and the words across my backside. As the afternoon went on, the pool started to get more crowded. Various men came up and talked to my trainer, but no one seemed to talk to me. Many of the men did look at me and smile. I noticed that my trainer also continued to take photos. When the pool got so crowded that most of the chairs were filled, my trainer got up and had me follow him back to the room. We went inside and he told me, “Clean out your ass. Make sure it is clean nice and deep. I’ve got some work that I need to take care of back in the office. Don’t answer the door for anyone. I should be back in about 30 minutes or so.” He continued to show me how he had the proper tools already in the bathroom for me to prepare my ass. He grabbed my ass as he was walking out the door and it felt great. I did as instructed and cleaned out my hole. I was sure that I was good to go before he got back, so I lay down on the bed and turned on the TV and started watching some porn. A few minutes later my trainer came back. “OK, are you ready for some more?” he asked. “Yes Sir,” I answered. “Good, get your bottle of poppers and then get on all fours on the bed. Put your head down so that you can see your ass in the mirror on the wall”. I did as he instructed and noticed that he brought out the small bag from the adult bookstore. “Remember how I told you that the bookstore wasn’t the best place for bareback fun?” he said. Without waiting for an answer he continued, “Although, if you need some anonymous cum, it is abundant if you know the men who work there. That guy behind the counter has been saving the cum filled rubbers that he finds for me. “ He opened the bag and showed me that it was filled with various types of rubbers, holding cum and tied off so they wouldn’t leak. “You won’t be using any lube tonight other than cum,” he told me. “Now relax and watch your hole.” Between my legs, I could see him in the mirror. He took a condom out of the sack and held it so that the cum load drained back to the tip. He then tore off the top where it had been tied together and slowly turned the jagged edge upside down. With one hand he held the condom just above my ass crack and he positioned his other hand with a few fingers against my hole. I watched the load of cum fall from the rubber and onto my ass. I could feel and watch it slide down the crack of my ass. His fingers stopped the load from traveling past my hole and directed it against my hole and started rubbing it in. “Push your hole out,” he said as he rubbed the cum into my skin. He did the same thing with seven more rubbers. It was so hot watching my ass get lubed up in this way. Some of the loads were runny and came out fast, while others were thick and slow. After the third load, he started fingering my hole and pushing the cum inside me as well. As he opened me up, he continued the process and I felt the inside of my hole getting slick. When the seventh load was drained, he told me, “OK, I think we are good for now. If you feel yourself getting dry let me know, we have plenty more, but I don’t think it will be a problem.” “Here take a fresh bottle of poppers and get back in the tub and turn on the TV to channel 22,” he said. I knew from before that this was one of the porn channels. I got in the tub and turned on the TV as instructed as I heard him talking on the phone. The channel was blank for a few seconds and then I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Across the TV screen was the first video that I had made for my trainer. It showed me stripping and laying out the dildos. I knew what was coming next. Across the bottom of the screen was a running message like the TV news shows had. As I read the screen, I started to get harder and feel nervous. The message said: ‘The man pictured here was negative as of Friday morning. He is here to take loads. He will be taking any and all loads. Sign up at the bar for a timeslot. All men who sign up, must show up on time and be prepared to shoot a load within 15 minutes to maintain the schedule. No pullouts, all loads will go inside this man. This will go on through Sunday brunch. When the upper left of the screen is green, this man is taking loads. When it is red, he is resting’. As soon as it was done, it started over again. “What do you think?” my trainer said as he walked into the room. “I don’t know,” I said. He laughed and told me that at least it was an honest answer. I was turned on and overwhelmed. “We have strung together your videos with the photos on your profile as well as those we have taken today. Plus many men noticed you at the pool today. You should be in for a massive breeding.” He watched the screen and mumbled that it wasn’t quite right and left the room. I heard him pick up the phone again and talk. He walked in a few minutes later and watched the screen again. As we were watching, additional text filled the top third of the screen. The letters were transparent so that you could still see the image. There were two rows of three columns on the screen. The first row had the words ‘POZ’, ‘NEG’, and ‘?’ across the columns. The second row showed a “1”, “0”, and “0”. “We are only counting the loads that get directly injected into you by a cock,” he told me. “Now, get up and get your ass in the sling. I wanted you to be able to see the TV screen and see what was being broadcast to all the rooms at this resort, but you are needed facing away from the screen, in the sling.” I got in the sling, put my legs in the straps and held the bottle of poppers tight in my hand.
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Hi Guys, I post this to ask opinions from those guys who have gone through HIV Sero Conversion. This last two weeks i've been really ill. First off i had a real nasty chesty cough, then a sore throat. On thursday i woke up with a blinding headache, aversion to light and a still neck. On Friday, after a decent nights sleep, it had deteriotated into the same, plus, cold sweats and a huge temperature of 110F. After speaking to NHS direct (a devision of the NHS here in the UK) they opted to rush me to hospital in an ambulance. At hospital, Meningitis was ruled out, but the Doc said it was clear that i was going down with a virus. He didnt test for which virus, and just dismissed me telling me to double up my doses of Ibuprofen (for pain relief) and co-codamol (for temperature control). That evening, i was violently ill, and have continued to have the same agonising headache and light aversion ever since. Now, all this follows my dirty bareback holiday to antwerp, and the Sheffield BB gang bang i was the bottom at a week later.... I didnt know the HIV status of any of the 60 or so guys who fucked and bred my at the two events. I'm guessing that the "virus" the doc says i've got is the HIV virus - however i cant get tested for it as my PCT (primary care trust) doesnt offer the 20 min antigen test. And wil have to wait 3 months before i can get a normal test due to the window period. My question is, those of you who are openly poz on here, and who can remember your sero-conversion - did any of you have symptoms such as the ones i've described here? Any input greatly appreciated. I'm pretty confident that i'm going through my sero-conversion... just looking for a little confirmation from fellow barebackers.
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I'd like to tell you a little story. It's about something we've all heard of and many fear. It's about HIV. It is about what happened when I was infected with the virus. Oh, perhaps that was a little to abrupt for you... that blunt, prompt disclosure of my status. You know, some people expect ‘kid gloves’ when it comes to this whole topic. If you are one of them, this story is definitely NOT for you. It would be best if you just moved on to something else right now. If, on the other hand, the first paragraph makes your dick hard, then you will really enjoy this story. Still with me? If so, don't let it be said that I didn't warn you.... My lover and I met about a year after I divorced my wife. It's funny how my lover and I met - it was through an on-line advertisement in which he said he was "selling his wares." I wasn't looking for the full meal deal. Although I'd just been promoted to a new position and wanted to treat myself, I wasn't into paying for sex. I just wanted a massage. Now I bet you're saying to yourself, "He married a call boy?" Well, we didn't start off that way... engaged, I mean. That came much later (no pun intended). At the outset, I merely wanted to see him regularly as a person, not as a client. He eventually agreed once we'd established that I knew he was free to continue working, and I had no expectations other than to show him a good time rather than the other way around. The early days were interesting to say the least. The boy was constantly on the go. Seeing people he knew as clients, as friends, as fuck buddies, etc. A very busy boy indeed. I was no prude by any means either. Even so, it wasn't too long into our relationship before we began having unsafe sex. Now don't jump to conclusions about the plot. Be patient. Newly out of the closet, I had never had unsafe sex. Sure lots of "straight" married men cruise the parks and bookstores and get off on the sleaziness of cumming into any hole that presents itself. I did get off on sleaziness, but I was never unsafe. Not even after I was divorced and began my life as a single gay man... until one particular night, that is. The night came along when I had this sexy boy in my arms, and he just sat on my hard, bare dick. We had been seeing each other for a while, and our feelings for each other were already growing very strong. I just let it happen, and...well...if you're reading this, perhaps you can remember the first time you came in a man’s ass. If you can't, let me remind you how mind-blowingly incredible it is when it first happens... especially if you had never done it without a condom before. I would never again use a condom with him or anyone else. We both basked in the afterglow, and I could tell by the look on his face that this boy was happiest when there was cum swimming inside him. I still am not sure how often he'd been fucked unsafely since he'd broken up with his previous lover nine months prior, but I can say truly that he loved having MY cum flooding his guts! Perhaps I was already in love, because it seems odd to me that I accepted my enjoyment of unsafe sex with him so quickly, notwithstanding I had been previously so careful. Notwithstanding he was still very promiscuous and I was hardly monogamous with him myself. It was a week or so later that I contracted genital herpes. Knowing was wrong I went to see my doctor. He gave me the diagnosis, and interestingly enough, my thought was not that I might have gotten herpes from the boy, but that I might give it to him. Well sure, I considered briefly that it might have come from him, but herpes is easily transmitted orally or anally. I started taking the medication, and I told the boy the whole story. He handled it very well. I guess he had understood the risks, after all, he was working as an escort. He was checked out by his doctor, and received a clean bill of health. Both our doctors suggested that we take HIV tests, so we did. We shared a couple of wonderful hours in intimate conversation about what would happen if either one of our tests came back positive. He seemed concerned about his results, but not afraid. He knew how promiscuous he'd been. He knew that increased the odds. I was having night sweats at the time, so I was downright nervous... and lonely. His fearlessness bolstered me, and I was grateful to have him there to talk with. I knew we were falling in love as we talked so honestly and directly about what most people would consider the hardest things to share. Confronting death and disease is not exactly a topic usually tackled in that early infatuation stage of a relationship, but we were sensitive to each other and shared our feelings with ease. The next weekend we were due to go to Palm Springs together for the weekend. As it happened, I got my results the day that we left. His were not due until we got back. I tested negative. I got out of the doctor's office and cried. To this day, I'm not sure why. Mostly relief I guess, but things change. Today, I feel much differently, but that is due mostly to the Love of my life and what we share. Oops, I'm getting ahead of myself. Sorry. Anyway, by the time we landed in Palm Springs, two things had transpired. First, I was almost completely over the herpes. I had been taking the medication, and things had cleared up. I didn’t think there was much possibility of infecting him at that point. That was good, (and possibly irrelevant) because second, I was frantically horny to fuck the boy and cum up his ass. Turned out we couldn’t even wait to fuck in our room! When we got to the bed and breakfast where we were staying, (it was one of those ‘clothing optional’ facilities) we went skinny-dipping immediately after dropping off our luggage. As this sexy boy floated in my arms, I had one thing particularly in mind, and we did it right there in the pool. DAMN, that was hot. I'll never forget it. We enjoyed a wonderful weekend together full of laughter, love and really REALLY hot sex! The next week after we had returned home that we began to talk about the things we found the most erotic about the time we had shared in Palm Springs. For both of us, that first time in the pool was one of the highlights. He was starting to tell me about how much he liked that for two reasons. The first was that other couple that was in the hot tub across the pool watching me fuck him in the water. Oh, did I forget to mention that part? Please forgive me. Details. The other part we both found so erotic became something that would change our lives forever. For him, it was that there was no guarantee that I wasn't giving him herpes. For me, it was that for all I knew he could be HIV positive (his results weren't in yet, remember?) and that I could be infected by fucking him. How did we just start talking about the possibility being infected by the other and that it was a turn-on for both of us to fantasize about? I can only blame it on destiny. We were fated to share those fantasies and more. He was reluctant to just come out and say it, but I had guessed. I also had some of the same fantasies about him, so I took the risk of just putting it out on the table to discuss. We were both blown away by how special it was to tell each other about it, and I hung up the phone and cabbed it over there to fuck him and eat the cum from his ass. As a consequence of talking about our fantasies related to infections, cupidity had consumed us, and we simply had to be together in love and lust for one another. That night we made a pact. If one of us ever tested HIV positive, he would pump his cum into the other and knowingly, lovingly share the virus with him. We both knew if one of us became infected, the other would crave to share it. We promised not to deny each other that privilege. I would dream of doing just that for many nights after... of fucking him and infecting him... knowing that he craved it, wanting and needing me to give it to him. As time went by, we acknowledged that we were deeply in love. Ours has always been a special relationship that allows sexual freedom and trust for our love of each other, but we always came together to share our adventures with one another. Our lives became entwined, but we each held a valuable individuality that most partners lack. We eventually moved in together when I bought a condo. Life was especially carefree then, not that things aren't wonderful today as well. We continued to make glorious love to each other, and we had separate adventures too. Not as many as in the early days (his escort work had dwindled significantly by this time), but we still enjoyed that freedom occasionally when he or I traveled alone. It was surely on one of those independent sexual adventures that I was infected with HIV. I always tested rather frequently (every 3-4 months) not because I was particularly worried about being infected. My heart's love had taken that fear from me. I just wanted to be sure to know ASAP if I did get infected, so I could consult the doctor for early infection maintenance treatment... and also so I could tell the love of my life as soon as I knew. One early morning just before dawn, I woke up in night sweats and was tested that same day. I was diagnosed HIV positive. I had sero-converted. It was a struggle to hide my smile when the counselor was giving me the results and the accompanying spiel. I was not sad or angry. Mostly I was just excited. My sexy boy tested the same day as I. I encouraged him not to, for fear of a disappointing result, but he was adamant in making sure that he was still negative. Due to our pact, and the fantasies we had only dreamt about, he just wanted to be sure. He wasn't disappointed. He tested negative. And I was newly positive. If I came in my lover's ass even one more time, I could infect him with the virus as well. He knew it, and he was craving it just as he knew he would. I couldn't wait to keep the promise I'd made. It was a Thursday afternoon when I learned I was infected. I can hardly express in words how much I wanted to be home with him. I had called him from the car on the way back to the office after I got my results. We both cried with love for each other. I will never forget it. I knew he eagerly awaited me to begin our lovemaking that night, and the thought of it had me the horniest I've ever been in my life! I was rock hard with an erection that could have cut glass! I ached to cum, but I knew I had to save it. I could not believe how lustful I felt knowing that I was carrying the virus and would soon pass it to my lover. Knowing that he wanted it gave me such an erotic high, I could barely function for the rest of the day. I couldn't wait to get home to give him this gift I was now carrying within me. I was leaking pre-cum all afternoon, and I took every opportunity to taste it with the knowledge that the virus was present in that salty, slippery fluid. With each taste, I knew my love would relish it on his tongue and lubing his tight hole. When I arrived home that night, I was greeted with passionate kisses, the tightest of hugs and a beautiful candlelit dinner. We were truly preparing to celebrate our love and an all-encompassing sharing, with all the potential results. The gift I had to share with him was motivating us both that night in the most powerful, magnetic way. I just can't express it adequately with words. We dined and talked, and we prolonged the anticipation of culminating our infection fantasies with an intimate conversation about how our lives had changed forever in one day. Even so, we were so high with lust that the conversation became intensely erotic as we discussed what we were about to do one last time. "I want your ass cleaned out, so nothing will prevent my cum from soaking into you all night long." ?"My hole has been twitching since you called this afternoon. I am aching for you to fill it with your infected cum." "I can't wait to infect you. I've been thinking of nothing else ever since I found out I have the virus inside me. I want to share it with you and make you HIV positive as well." "You are my poz-lover. I will take your infected cum inside me for the rest of our days, and can't want it anymore than I do right this moment. I crave to be infected the same as you. Please infect me with your disease." I had taken the next day off, and he, of course, had not scheduled any clients. We undressed each other with all the restraint we could muster, and we spent the next 80 hrs or so in bed, in the living room, kitchen, bathroom, garage... just about everywhere... and we were making love the entire time. I fucked him mostly, as many as four times in one day. In between, he fucked me or sucked me dry, or I ate the cum dripping from his ass (despite his best efforts to hold it in all day), or I sucked him off. Although he didn't get his first HIV positive test results for three more months, I know I infected him that night. I knew I was doing so with every drop of my cum that he took. That weekend was over 6 years ago, and we make love even to this day with the special knowledge of how we shared this disease, making each sexual experience especially more erotic. We have occasionally invited other HIV infected guys over for unsafe play, trading cum with each of them and relishing every drop. Do you believe in cross-strain HIV infection? We both do, and it gave us special erotic pleasure to imagine that the infected loads we took from other poz guys enabled us to re-infect each other several times over. I have not yet had any outward AIDS related complications. My love was hospitalized once when he came down with pneumonia, but he has been quite healthy ever since. I doubt he'll ever quit smoking for good though. Ah well, considering what we've shared, I'd feel silly denying him a small vice like that if it gives him pleasure. So we go on together through life, more in love than ever, treasuring each day together and each night, sharing what we have with each other... and with others as well. But those are separate stories for another time. To give you the splendid details of that first entire weekend when I infected my lover would take forever. There were too many wonderful feelings shared that I would do it injustice to attempt to relate it in its entirety, but I can’t leave you without describing the first time I fucked my lover's ass after I knew for sure I was infected. Here is what happened. He took my hand and led me from the dining room to our bedroom. There was some soft new age music on the CD player, and the glow from the dozen or so tapers he had lit were casting a warm, sultry light that made his eyes dark and inviting. We had both been in a state of unbridled arousal all afternoon, and the anticipation I had reveled in was too much for me to bear for even a moment longer. Still, we undressed each other slowly. I could have been imagining it, but I believe as my lover boy looked over my naked body, glistening with sweat, flushed with excitement, he looked on me with a lust I had never quite seen before. He knew what I had for him, and he wanted it more than anything he had ever wanted in the years we had known each other. He had a look of hunger. He looked ravenous. I could almost suspect he would have eaten me alive if I hadn't known exactly what he really wanted. He knew I contained something within my body that he craved as well, and I was going to give it him. If he could have acquired it by physically ingesting my flesh, he probably would have, but there was a better way and we were about to get down to it. As my gaze wandered over his smooth body, admiring his slim boyish build, his rippled abs, and that tight, round butt of his, (DAMN, I love his ass), I looked on him in a way I had generally seen him: as a healthy young man. He was clean, healthy, disease-free, HIV negative. I knew I had the power, the obligation and the privilege to change that. After that night, he would never be completely healthy again. I was going to take that from him, and yet that power gave me a rush such as I had never known. Of course, he was willingly giving his body to me knowing full well what would happen. He knew I could infect him, and he wanted it. He wanted to share it all with me. Our heads were swimming with these thoughts, as we took one last moment to look on each other's bodies. They brought on the elevation of an erotic ecstasy neither of us had ever really known, as we perceived each other as different (one HIV positive, the other negative) for the last time. After tonight though, what I had, he would have. We lay together kissing, our erections leaking pre-cum all over each other. Our breathing was ragged, and the heat we felt radiating from each other's bodies could have been fever, but it was a lust that, combined with our love, created a power of attraction that was unearthly and overwhelming. My Love pivoted beneath me on the bed, so we were in a 69 position. As he lapped at my hard dick with his tongue, he got the first taste of my HIV positive pre-cum. He moaned lustily, and with each drop he tasted, his hard dick pulsed so I thought he might cum without touching himself. Somehow, he held off. Somehow, I did too. His pre-cum was dripping onto my chest, mingling with the sweat caught in my chest hair, as I buried my face between his butt cheeks. He was quite smooth there, since he shaved regularly. Again he moaned as my neatly trimmed goatee brushed his crack and my tongue swirled around, in, and out of his puckering hole. Considering the innumerable clients he's entertained, the fuck buddies he's done, and the regular poundings I'd given his ass over the years, his is still the hottest hole I've ever fucked. He has never gotten ‘loose’ the way some guys joke. After a bit, but before I came, we rested for a bit, his asslips tightly milked my softening dick as I pulled out. For round two, after I ate his hole and I had prepped him with my spit, he straddled my crotch in a sitting position as I lay down on my back. One of his special talents is the way he teases my hard cock with the crack of his ass, just barely catching the tip of my dick with the outer ring of his hole, sliding my spit-lubed cock up and down his spit-lubed ass. I could not stand it any longer, so I reached down and steadied his hips while I nestled the tip of my now stiff, drooling cock at the entrance of his hot ass with my other hand. Looking up at the blissful look in his eyes, I sat up and leaned forward, intending to kiss him, but instead, before I knew what was happening, he was beneath me, his legs around my torso, the head of my dick still poised to enter him. Kissing him long and passionately, I whispered in his ear, "Are you ready? Last chance." He merely replied, "I love you. I'll never be happy again if you don't share with me the virus that infects your body. Please give it to me." With that, I pushed forward, and the entire length of my hard and dripping cock sunk into him as I counted to five in my head. There was no resistance, and we both looked down between our bodies to watch the space between us slip away. In that moment, we were one again. I fucked him slowly first, tenderly. I had to or I would have cum too quickly. I had to make it last to do this properly. As much as I was enjoying this lovemaking more than any I ever had, I still had a job to do. As I got myself under control after first entering him, I picked up the pace. In about ten minutes, I was literally slamming into his body. He accepted each thrust like a trooper, grunting, even crying out in earnest on occasion. I knew it was becoming painful for him, and that turned me on I have to admit. It was necessary to abuse his hole to complete my task, and the goal itself added more to my ecstasy than I'd have thought possible. I was in the rhythm where I pull out slowly, pause, and ram it in deeply in as single, invasive thrust. I sat up somewhat, and watched my cock drive into him again... and again. It was when I saw a pinkish tint in the glistening wetness that I knew it was time to give him my dirty seed. The friction of our lovemaking had now caused him to bleed a tiny bit. The abrasion of my thrusting had created the opening that would give the virus within me a way to enter unhindered into his blood stream. It was time to take the final step. I looked up, and he knew from my smile what I had seen and what it meant. I could feel our hearts thrill together in anticipation of the final act that would bond us forever. I leaned over and kissed him as our love soared and carried us away. I fucked him in a moderate steady rhythm as I released the tight control that had held me from orgasm. It felt as though it had been a hundred years at least since I had learned of my test results that afternoon, and now the wait was over as my orgasm built within me. I wish I could tell you how it felt, that orgasm. I can only describe it in the sense that the physical and emotional sensations transcended anything I have ever felt before or since. The room, the bed, our entire lives before that moment all melted away in a wash of candlelight and sweeping music as I drove my orgasm into my lover, my HIV infected cum flooding his insides. I had only to grab hold of his swollen cock and hold it tightly to see his own cum fly up to land on my face and chest. The first long spurts caught me across the bridge of my nose and just below my right eye. His cum dripped down onto my tongue as I panted, my dirty seed emptying into my lover boy's hot ass. I had done it. As he willingly gave his life to me, I had infected him with the deadly HIV virus that pumped with my blood through my veins. Now his blood and his cum would carry it too. We collapsed together, my cock still buried within him, crying with joy and relief and love. I don't know how long we lay there together, but gradually we returned to our bodies. It was the happiest most fulfilling time of our lives. Eventually though, another hunger took over and we decided to return to the dining room for dessert. He reached over to hand me the butt plug, and I carefully pulled out of him and inserted it, making sure not a drop of my cum was wasted. We lovingly fed each other chocolates and fresh berries and whipped cream, smiling and glowing with the knowledge that as the minutes passed, my cum was doing its work within him. I would fuck him again that night and several more times over the course of that weekend. I waited for him to take care of his morning bowel movement before resuming the next morning, since I didn't want anything getting between my infected cum and his body. Neither of us have ever had even the most fleeting sense of regret over our decision to share my infection. It was and will always be the most erotic experience of our lives. I still get hard and usually jack off if I find myself thinking of that time when I'm alone. Here's hoping you did the same thing as you read my account of it.
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Just to get away, I went to visit Tom, an old FB in Cicero, and to meet his new boy friend Jon (about 5'6, solid 150#, blue eyes, black hair, short beard). Tom had mentioned on the telephone that both he and Jon were "...neg and are gonna stay neg because we never play around." Having learned a year earlier that I was poz, and my VL was around 60,000, I took a perverse pleasure in dropping my load in guys' holes, and if the bottom was negative, all the better. Of course I didn't think it prudent to mention my status to Tom, and for that matter, when I made the plans to visit Tom and Jon, I assumed I would have the best shot at Tom's ass, but now having met Jon, I shifted my focus to seducing him. After a great visit to downtown Chicago and Halstead Street, I was tired, so after dinner I crashed for the night, sleeping soundly. Early the next morning I heard Jon moving about and talking to the dog. Suspecting Tom was still the deep sleeper that I knew from years before, I wandered nude into the kitchen to find the Jon, wearing a towel, his back to me, busy making coffee. I soundlessly walked over to him, slipped one arm around his waist, the other around his chest, licked his neck, then moved up to his ear as I whispered how glad I was that they had invited me to visit. I pulled the arm from around his chest, and slid my hand down his back, under the towel, and down between his buttocks. He arched his butt backwards like a dog in heat. I took him out to their enclosed garage, threw the towel on the floor, made him get down on his elbows and knees. I knelt behind him and rimmed his asshole until it was really wet with my spit, then straightened up, pressed the dripping mushroom head of my PA'ed dick against his hole, and pushed until I penetrated him. Then I slowly sank all 7" into him, and began to fuck him, slowly at first (because I love the feel of my PA twisting & turning inside a guy), then faster and faster, until I was really plowing his ass. It didn't take long until I could feel my balls start to tighten. I rammed as deep as I could inside him, and splattered a huge load of charged cum deep in his neg ass. I pulled my dick slowly from his so that I would leave as much cum as possible in him. He stood up, threw his arms around me & kissed me. Then he said "You are neg, right?" I smiled, nodded me head "Yes". I made him sit down with me, and I held him for 15 or so minutes to ensure that my charged cum had enough time to seep into his body (had I just let him go back into the house, he might have headed to the bathroom and emptied part of my load down the toilet). Later that same day, Tom had to go unexpectedly to meet a client, saying he would be gone for about two hours, but not to worry, Jon would be able to keep me company for that afternoon. I was lying on the bed reading when Jon came in to lay with me. I wasted no time getting us both naked, and Jon started going down on me. When he had be fully hard & really wet, I rolled over on him, pulled his legs over my shoulders, pressed the head of my dick against his hole again, and pushed into him. He grimaced, but I started immediately to fuck him. After enjoying the feel of his hot ass for a bit, I left myself go over the top, rammed into him, and shot a second load in him. Again, I withdrew slowly so that I left as much cum as possible in him, and took him in my arms and held him for the necessary 15 minutes. Early the next morning, I was showering when Jon came into the bathroom, saying Tom was sound asleep. I pulled him into the shower, soaped up his back and ass, and penetrated and fucked him a third time, pumping yet another load deep inside him. Then he scrubbed my back, and we both rinsed off together. Tom called me three months later to tell me Jon had somehow inexplicably converted.
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I used to be a closet college boy who used to dream about getting fucked by guys all the time. After I left my friends, I would go home and put in my porn tapes and j/o all night. It used to be such a turn on to see the boys getting fucked bareback. I would always rent the older tapes and my favorites are Jean Paul Cadinot. I thought that it was about time that I went deeper into my desires, so I started calling the talk line to meet guys and hear about their hot stories. Soon after that I found myself lurking around the bookstores still dreaming of getting fucked like the guys on my videos. Finally, I met this guy on-line who happened to go to the same school I did. We used to talk a lot on the phone about all the nasty sex we wanted. He, being more experienced than I, regaled me with tales of his sexual trysts with guys - mostly bath house and dark room type experiences. I drew lavishly on my memories of porn, and fed him stories concocted from Cadinot and others. Down the road, my new phone friend would tell me about guys getting fucked raw and taking poz loads. For some reason, this used to make my dick soooo hard and wet. Now I was more determined than ever. I finally invited my new friend over. HOT HOT HOT guy! I couldn't have been more excited. He was about 5'8", 160 pounds, fairly muscular, slightly hairy chest, and had a scruffy beard. His dick was about 6", unusually large balls, and a really hairy bush and taint. Fucking excellent! We started touching, kissing and jacking off and did so for about half an hour or so. I was so turned on by him. He was so nasty. At some point we progressed to ass-play, and our mutual tongue and fingers were busy pleasuring each other. Finally I asked him to fuck me. Bareback, of course. Although he was a bottom he obliged and mounted my hole. I was dripping with lust. I wanted that dick more than I ever wanted anything. He talked dirty to me while he fucked me and I snorted on his poppers. I knew my hole must have been opening wide because it never hurt. All I could hear was the sound of his pre-cum slurping in my hole. He kept telling me take his nasty dick. I knew that that he was getting close because he kept moaning and telling me to take his nasty raw dick. Finally, he moaned really loud - looked right into my eyes and said "you want this load?" "Yes" I screamed. "Yeah - I want your poz load!" That was about the time that I almost blacked out. My dick spurted cum everywhere. I knew my hole opened like I never thought that it could. It seemed to suck his dick to take every last drop of that load. I've never felt that amazing again. I asked him why he never told me about being poz. He said that he knew I wanted it and he was the one that was going to give it to me. Weeks later I converted. I can't say why but as hot as it was and all, I really did want it. Now I get as much dick as I can and have on occasion dropped a few loads into willing hungry nasty holes at the bookstore. -
I started barebacking when I was 21. I was dating a guy who was POZ. He was a total Bottom, and I hadn't yet found out what I was—so I accommodated him. After a few torn and ripped Condoms, I concluded I was more likely to die in an auto accident than to acquire HIV from a Bottom. After we broke up I discovered the joy of bathhouses. I had a friend who was big on bookstores, so I persuaded him to go with me to the Baths. I always topped bareback unless the Trick asked for a Condom. All that changed two years ago. For once in my life, I wanted to get fucked. I asked my Buddy to fuck me. In seconds he had his Dick up my Ass. I'd never pried into his Status, but told him to pull out if he were POZ. He did. By the time my POZ Bud moved away, I'd converted to full-time Bottom on an unending quest for a regular Fuck Buds. I took on all Cummers and never asked anyone to pull out. I figured I was POZ already, so what the hell! Life in a small town sucks when it cums to sex. Often you gotta travel for miles. So I didn't get out very often—what with work and all. Around December I couldn't find any sex what with the holidays and bad weather. I sunk into a slump. Over the next several months I had sex with a few local guys. In March I got tested, and the results came back NEG. The Counselor told me the tests were 90% accurate after 3 weeks. In the 3 weeks prior, no one had shot up my Ass, so I had a clean bill of health. I figured that was my second chance, and maybe I should reconsider my lifestyle. I swore off the Baths. I allowed locals who said they were NEG to fuck me—because in a town this size you can't conceal your Status very long. Any POZ guys I ran into always lived too far away—so I could chat without fearing they might want to meat up. Saturday of Memorial Day weekend I worked until evening and didn't have to be back till Tuesday afternoon. That gave me most of the weekend to fuck around. I logged on, intending my first stop to be the local Chat Room, but I misclicked and ended up in a Cincy room by mistake. Within seconds I got an i.m. from a Dude in the burbs. He was really horny and wanted to drive up and fuck me. "You're a Top?" I inquired with some trepidation. "Totally and completely. And I only bareback." I couldn't help it. MY KINDA GUY! "You POZ or NEG?" he asked. I told him I'd just tested NEG, and he announced that he was POZ. "Is that a problem?" I took a deep breath. My ongoing conundrum—POZ or NEG. How I responded could (and did) affect the rest of my life. But simply put, I was bored, lonely, and desperate for sex. I decided to play semi-safe. It'd worked in the past. After all, I was still NEG. "No problem," I responded, "but I might ask you to pull out." "Your call. Ever been fisted?" "I think I'm too tight. Love watersports, though." "Oh, yeah!" "And humiliation..." "Can you call me?" He gave me his number. I called him right away. I gave him directions, and we made arrangements to meat at midnight. He arrived at 12:30. His pic didn't do him justice. He was totally hot. I'm not the skinniest guy in the world, and I prefer partners who are slightly rotund. Otherwise I get insecure thinking I'm fat and wondering what some greek god would want with a fat slob like me. He was thinner than I, but no 6-pack abs or anything, so I felt at ease. I took him in my mouth and shortly thereafter he rimmed me. He slid up my body, kissing me, and pushed in me dry. It hurt, but not as bad as other dry fucks. He flipped me on my back—my knees pressed to my chest, my legs flung over his shoulders. A couple of times he froze deep within me. I was thinking I shouldn't press my luck. I told him to pull out. "UGHHHHH! TOO LATE!" I figured he'd give me fair warning, but he was the strong, silent type. Though it never really hurt, using only Spit for Lube, I knew I had to be torn up inside. I felt elated, yet feared that Fate would yet extract it's Pound of Flesh. He whispered he could cum again; and since I'd already crossed the line, I saw no reason to demur. I could taste my Cum and Ass Juice on his Shaft, unadulterated by latex or lube. I sucked him till I ached. We threw caution to the wind. He wanted me to cum when he did. I jerked slowly, anticipating he'd shoot. Maybe it's my submissive side, but I think a Bottom should never cum till the Top is satisfied. He grabbed my Dick, stroked me, and I shot. True to his word, he spooged simultaneously, whispering what how spiritual it felt to feel me spasm round his Cock. He pushed me on my stomach, and stuck his finger up my Ass, then in my mouth, then back up my Ass, then past my cum-deprived lips, force-feeding me his creamy white Toxin. Since I had just gotten off, I wasn't in the mood for further foreplay. I thought he was gonna fist me and told him that I couldn't handle that. "SHUT UP AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!" I tried—but it hurt like hell. It felt like he was forcing his whole fist up my Rump; and, in retrospect, he probably was. I believe he was purposefully roughing me up, cause, not 10 minutes later, he stuck his Cock back up my Pussy. I reiterated I couldn't take anymore. He responded he'd "MAKE IT VERY QUICK AND DIRTY!" I didn't even feel like a Quickie by then. "Wanna rest awhile?" I hinted none too subtlety. "Nah!" he replied. "Got church in the morning." He shoved his Cock in hard and held it there. I had tears in my eyes; but he whispered, "You can take it. You'll be okay. This won't take but a minute. You'll be a little sore in the morning; but in a few weeks, you'll cherish this forever." He came in me for the 3rd time. I think he knew exactly what he was doing. I was not nearly as relaxed as when GETTIN' POZZED was just a fantasy. I knew he had scratched me up with his nails, just as surely as he had spewed Poison Jizm up my Cunt. I couldn't cum again but I was still hard as a rock. I had taken 3 POZ Loads that Sunday. I wasn't concerned about HIV or AIDS, but I remember thinking that my Counselor at the Health Center would be pissed big time if he knew. It was 4:30 am. I was worn out, and he still had to drive back to Cincinnati for church. We traded cell numbers. On the way downstairs he told me he had a Boyfriend who insisted on playing safe ("What a bummer!" was his aside) and they were moving cross-country next week. Boy, did I feel like a Tramp! I had let the guy POZ me. I found that out later for sure. He had a Boyfriend, so there was no chance for any kind of LTR. And he was moving across the continent—so I'd never see him again. I anticipated his Cum dripping out of my Hole. When that didn't happen, my first thought was that he hadn't cum in me at all. An orgasm is a relatively simple thing to fake. I went to the bathroom. Sure enough I did push out some Spooge—quite a lot, actually. I looked at it in the toilet. It had taken on that buff color that old Cum acquires as it ages. I stared at the Lethal Jizm that had congealed in my Pussy, wondering if it had taken. If my tests came back NEG, then I'd won another reprieve—but would I screw that up as well? Getting POZZED is scary, but potentially liberating. But testing NEG again would bore me to tears. I didn't know how I wanted it to cum out. As it turned out, my druthers were irrelevant. This cat had used up all of his nine lives.- 7 replies
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Dave and I had been together over a year. At 42 he is older than am I. He has gray eyes, and is gorgeous. He's also POZ. We both are now. I remember our first date. I grabbed his package. I wanted him to pierce my Hole. He brushed my hand away. "We have to talk." "Not now. " I answered. "I need your Cum." "Steve," he replied, "I'm POZ . I don't want to infect you." Back then I was still NEG. For the next 11 months we did Safe Sex. He'd suck me raw; we did our fucking with a Condom. He even insisted I use a Rubber when I sucked him. I hated that. I told him so. I'd always barebacked, ever since I was 15. He was the only one I ever did Safe Sex with—because I loved him. I hated that. I couldn't stand that Latex barrier between us, and his sweet Cum being trapped and flushed. I told him I fantasized about converting. I couldn't take it anymore. I decided things would change—or else. That night I begged Dave to fuck me. He started playing with my Ass. I told him what I wanted. "NO RUBBERS. I want YOU Dave. I want your DNA in me. I want to forge a bond between us. If we don't do it raw tonight, I don't know what the future holds for us." He responded by sticking his finger up my Ass and pressing hard. I was practically foaming at the mouth. Abruptly he stood up. "Once it happens, there's no going back. You will be POZ, and it'll change your life. Yeah, I've fantasized about breeding you; but those were crazy, insane notions. "I've bred Bottoms before, but not like you. You're different. They were Sluts. They deserved the BUG. I didn't give a shit about them. But you.…" "Face it, Davie. I 'm a Slut, too. The Baths were practically my home before I met you. Too bad I didn't get GIFTED then. If you left your Seed in all those guys, then you can do the same for me. I'm telling you, I can't go on like this." I glanced at his crotch. His turgid Dick tented poignantly against his jeans. He looked so conflicted. I reached out and undid his zipper. Suddenly liberated, his Rod sprang out. Dave started to speak, but I dropped to my knees and sucked his Cock without a Rubber. Fuck, it was so good! Our perspiration, the mix of man smells, and my own insidious craving drove me wild. All Dave could do was moan. I reveled in his dripping Jizm. Charged—did it taste different? Or was it me? Who cared? I was in heaven. I sucked him fast and furious. Dave began to thrust his hips. He held my cheeks and fucked my face. "Suck me, Queer!" he yelled. "Lube it for your Ass!" I led him to the bedroom and yanked off my clothes. He kicked off his and tossed them on the floor. Dave reached for a Rubber. "NO!" I said. "I can't fuck you raw, Stevie. I love you." "Then show me, please. Put your Cock in me and fill me with your Jizz. That's what I want. POZ ME!" I pleaded. He rubbed his Cock along my Crack. I felt him dripping. 'Fuck!' I thought. "At last he's gonna breed me!" I almost shot my Load right then. He spat on his Shaft, butted up against my Pussy, and pressed on in. He reached for his Poppers and took three big hits. He handed me the bottle. As I raised it to my nose, I felt his Cock pop in. He was in me. Raw—at last! After all the Dick I'd taken—always wondering if I'd convert. Another raw Cock, and no more wondering. I whiffed the Poppers. Apprehensively, Dave began to fuck me—slow and gentle. "I can't. We got to stop," he chanted, but kept up a steady pace. "Breed me Davie! Breed me like a Bitch. Make me your slave. Possess me. Give me your BUG! Please don't stop. Fuck my Hole! Give me your Jizm! POZ ME, please! Give me the GIFT!" Ambivalently Dave plowed my Hole at a steady pace. He stretched my Mancunt to the limit, and it began to hurt. If I asked him to lube my Ass, I might lose my chance. So I had to grin and bare it. 'Once I get POZ, we'll bareback ever after,' I comforted myself. Dave's breath grew labored as his Sack slammed against my Butt. "Give it to me, Davie. Breed my Ass!" Dave gulped and swallowed and huffed and puffed. "FUCK YOU, YOU SLUT! YOU WANT IT, DONCHA? YOU WANT MY GIFT? WELL, HERE IT IS—MY TOXIC SEED!" Then I felt it. My Ass flooded with his warmth. Finally! I've always been appreciative of Jizm--but that was special—the Bond that would unite us till death did us part. That was how I finally got POZZED. Dave spasmed many times, each ejaculation filling me with Cum. I shot and never touched myself. I stared at the Jizz soaking into the sheets beneath me. 'My last NEG Load,' I prophesied. A smirk crossed my face. I lay flat on the bed, my damp NEG Cum beneath my chest. Dave collapsed on top of me. He wept. "Oh God, Steve, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I lay still beneath him, my back against his chest. I didn't feel remorse. I felt triumphant, for he had finally sated me. As his Cock softened and slipped out, Poison Jizm dripped down my Nuts. ‘Finally,’ I thought. 'Conversion at last! Thanks, Lord!' I prayed. "Thank you," I said to Dave. "This is the day I've been waiting for." We fucked all weekend. Dave became a Dirty Sex Pig. HIV does that to some; others grow impotent. He told me he wanted to be sure it took. He wanted so bad to make me happy.
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I tested POZ in April. My Lover and I went to the Clinic because we thought we had the Clap. Come to find out, my Lover had it; but I didn't. Nonetheless, they medicated both of us. I still think I had it, because it hurt to take a leak and nasty green shit was seepin' outta my Cock. We've both had it before, so we know what it's like. Two weeks later I got a call from the Clinic. They wanted me to come in again. Not surprisingly, I'd tested POZ, though my test results didn't show any Clap. I'd long suspected I had the BUG. I've barebacked for 10 years. One POZ guy told me I oughta get tested, but his advice went over my head. I travel for my job a lot; and I swear I've hit every bathhouse, bookstore, park, rest-and-truck-stop within 500 miles. I've spent entire weekends at the Baths and have taken 15 Loads a night. Sometimes my Lover won't touch me until I get prelubed with somebody’s Cum. So I wasn't surprised by my Status, although it did take me a few weeks to adjust. The goddamn ideologues at the Clinic caught me off guard. They coerced me into signing a statement that said I'd clue in my future cohorts in advance. They said I'd be committing a felony if I didn't. Bullshit! If I had it to do all over again, I'd tell ‘em to stuff it up their ass! That goddammed Counselor even demanded I reveal the names of all my sex partners for the last FIVE YEARS. I explained that in the Gay Scene, names are not a prerequisite. You just stick your Ass in the air and take what cums your way. When he found out I’d been married a decade ago, he made like he was gonna track her down and get her tested. Fine! Be my guest! Here in Arkansas, there was an article in the paper about a guy getting sentenced for intentionally infecting some Bitch with HIV; but I've never read about any man-to-man cases. That's cause here in the Bible Belt the Religious Right hope all of us Queers die of AIDS. I can assure them the feeling is mutual, to say the least. BTW, my Lover thinks my new Status is cool. We spent a weekend at the Midtown in Dallas. After taking six raw Cocks the first night, he plowed my Ass, which was lubed up with some real nasty Spooge. About 4:30 in the morning, he got it in his head he wanted to be fucked. He grabbed my Dick, jacked me a minute, then guided my POZ Dick up his Cunt. And the guy's normally tops! You better believe I made him beg for it before I bred his Ass. The moral of the story is: There's something in fuckin' Bug Juice induces a Fag to get fucked.
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I had been barebacking for years and never asked guys their status. While I was never an overt chaser, the idea of taking POZ Cum turned me on. I loved reading Conversion Stories. Today I write ‘em. I suppose I wanted to get bred all along. In the late fall I connected with a guy from Gay.Com. He was a real Bareback Pig.! We'd both stopped using Condoms, gloves, and other Safe Sex paraphernalia. When he fingered my Pussy, I asked him to fuck me. He said he'd have to pull out cause he didn't want to cum up my Ass. I asked him why not; and he said that he was POZ, and I was still NEG. I almost flipped! Never before had I known in advance that the guy about to fuck me was POZ. That was a first! In essence I got down on my knees and begged him for his Cum! He got this shit eatin' grin on his face. "Let's see if I got this straight. You WANNA get POZZED ?" "FUCK, YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME!" He started to screw me like there was no tomorrow, ranting about the Bad Seed he was about to plant up my Butt; that there could be no turning back; and that, from that day forth, all my partners would be at risk. I got rock hard. He told me he was gonna shoot. We both came—he up my Ass—and I, all over my chest—probably the most prolific Load of my life. He stayed the night. I took a couple more Loads and gave him two back. I fisted him for over an hour. After that we talked of the BUG till the morning sun shone blood red on our Dicks. He made me promise to call him if and when I got "the Flu." Nine days later I woke up sick as a dog and soaking wet. I called him and told him I didn't feel so good. He stressed how awesome it would be if I hit the Baths—while my immune system was depressed and my Viral Load was outta sight. THOUGH I FELT LIKE SHIT, I dragged my Butt down to the Tubs. I ended up taking five Loads up the Ass and two down my throat. But there was a price to pay for my contagious escapade—I almost had to crawl home to bed where I stayed put for a week. It was spring before I finally got tested. I don't know why I postponed it so long. The Baths were offering free HIV testing, and I availed myself. Two weeks later I called and gave my code-number to the little Fairy on the other end of the line. He hemmed and hawed, and ended up making me an appointment with a Counselor. She turned out to be a loquacious old spinster, who commiserated with me for half an hour before pronouncing me POZ. I could barely keep a straight face. That night I had dinner with my NEG ex-Lover. As usual, I fucked his Ass. So far I have 5 confirmed Conversions to my credit, the first being the aforementioned ex-Lover, and the latest, a neat little drama student down the hall.
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*****GETTING ACQUAINTED***** We met on the Net, and I meet lots of guys online; but this Kid was different. I am a Gifter, and he was a Chaser if there ever was one. I've POZZED a few guys in my time, but he was 25. I kept asking, "Are you sure? Are you ready for the BUG?" "Yes," Simon said. He'd barebacked long enough to know that he never wanted latex up his Ass again, although his odds of getting POZZED were excellent. After a month of chatter back-and-forth, I figured Simon genuinely wanted to convert. It was just a matter of who, when, and where. I suggested he cum to one of our bareback parties. It was Saturday night, and I hoped to do the weekend with him: a one-on-one on Thursday followed by an invitation-only POZZING party Friday. **********THURSDAY********** I was delighted to find the Boy exactly as advertised—a Twink at 25, if a very determined one. We couldn't wait to get to the motel and let our hair down. As soon as the door closed behind us, we passionately embraced, kissing and feeling each other up. He wanted to clean up; and by the time he got out of the shower, I lay naked on the bed. He took every opportunity to tease my Manhood, knowing full well how desperately I wanted to blow my Load up his NEG Mancunt. I'd left Lube in the bathroom; but despite all the grease, he was very tight. I just let the weight of my body push my Shaft into that Bubble Butt, till my Balls rested firmly against his Ass Crack. I wanted him to get used to me before I bred his Ass. I pulled him to his knees, doggie-style, and was able to get in a little deeper, enough to make him gasp. Then I began slow, rhythmic strokes, my hands on his hips, hugging him, holding on tight. My Balls started tingling so I lit into him—long deep strokes—all the way in—then out again. "Fuck me! Knock me up! POZ my Hole! Give me your Babies!" All of which made me want to fuck the shit out of the little Cunt. I told him I was gonna cum—the moment he'd been waiting for—Conversion! And when I shot: "Remember this, and cherish it!" Poison Jizz spurted up his Bubble Butt. He began to jack, and would have shot; but I told him to cut the shit and take his POZZING like a Man. I kept working my Toxic Seed up his sore NEG Butt, trying every trick in the book to make him one of us. Finally I let him roll over so we could kiss. He was incredibly passionate and appreciative of my Dirty Seed. It didn't take much to get me stiff again, and soon we were fucking missionary style. He wrapped his long, smooth legs around my hips and dug his callused heels into my Butt, forcing me in deeper. After that second Fuck, we lay there cuddling. He ran his fingers through my hair and thanked me profusely, calling me Daddy—not so much a reference to the difference in our ages—as to the very real possibility that I was now the Father of his Babies. I felt his stiff Cock against my tummy, and knew he had to get off lest he burst. "OK, Boy, I want that last NEG Load of yours." I slipped down and engulfed his Cockhead between my lips, his Piss Slit oozing profusely. I licked it off, willowy cobwebs of Boy Spooge connecting him and me. Then down on him again till his overstimulated Rod began to pulse. That night, while we were cuddling, I rolled him on his side and slid back in, We fell asleep like that, my Cock marinating in my own Dirty Seed, while traces of his youthful Jizz still steeped deep within in the periodontal cavities of my teeth and gums. **********F R I D A Y********** I’d asked ten POZ Tops to join us, knowing full well not all would attend. I'd also invited a Bottom, so there'd be a ready source of Fuck Meat at all times. The Kid was the only NEG attending. At the appointed hour they began to show, and each was introduced to Simon. I explained that the party was on his behalf, and admission was contingent upon depositing at least one POZ Load up the Twink's Ass. No one objected. They were a varied lot. The two Blacks were real hunks. The whites included a bear like myself, a swishy Fag whom you'd never suspect of being a Top, and one old Troll. With me that made six Tops, plus my Bottom friend, and my Boy. The two Blacks started with the Kid while I fucked my Bottom Bud. The others followed my lead and took on the Bottom. I'd already put a Load up his Ass, so each of them slid home on my virility. Everything was copacetic until the Blacks decided to double dick the Kid. I knew the Boy had never taken two Cocks at once. He'd had a Dick and a Dildo in him once, or so he said; but that's as far as he had gone. One of the Dudes got him to sit on his Dick, then very astutely pulled him down, chest-to-chest, to kiss him, thus exposing his Mancunt. The second Black got in between their legs and maneuvered his big Dick in next to his Pal's. The Black underneath held the Kid tight, smothering his laments with kisses. The two black Dicks were mashed together in Whitey's tiny Cunt, two sets of POZ Cocks in one NEG Pussy, united by stringy ropes of slimey Ass Juice and POZ Seed. After that, the party became a fucking free-for-all. I went out for a smoke; and when I returned, I was pleased to see the Youth was screwing one of the Blacks (payback time) who, in turn, was fucking my Bottom Bud. We lost track of how many Loads he took that night, but I doubted any Dude could take that much POZ Cum and still remain NEG. **********SATURDAY********** We slept late and opted to order breakfast in, as Simon said there was no way he was going out in public with Cum still dripping from his Ass. That afternoon we went swimming in the motel pool. The cool water and the sun's warm rays seemed to reinvigorate us both, or so I thought; but afterwards we napped till party time. We arrived early to give our Host some quality time with Target One. We strapped him in the Sling; he rimmed his Ass, spit on his Dick, and screwed the shit out of the Kid. A few more guests arrived, and when our Host pulled out, a blob of POZ Cum plopped on the floor, to the onlookers' delight. A former Marine with a beer-can Cock approached the Kid, and soon the chains were rattling again. I had one of my Buds bent over the fuck table when I glanced over at the Sling and saw the pained expression on Simon's face. One of our associates is a Daddy hung like a horse. After the Marine, the Daddy quickly rammed it home. Thing is—Daddy's Tool is immense, curving upwards at the head. Though the guy is wont to plow in hard and sock it to his mates, it takes him forever to get it off. I felt sorry for the Kid. We've all heard the fucking sound of two sweaty bodies, flesh-on-flesh; but there it grew so loud everyone stopped in their tracks to stare. I nudged my way past the voyeurs to take a closer look. Inspired by the exuberance with which Daddy had used the Youth, the partygoers’ mood turned ominous, with catcalls to "Breed the Kid!" The Maestro finished and pulled out, leaving the Youngster twisting in the wind. Simon was wiped; his head was limp. I had to get him out of there before the other vultures got to him. I helped him over to the couch and gave him a roll of toilet paper with which to wipe himself. To my chagrin, when I turned around, he was back in the Sling again—another compatriot up his Ass. I had to hand it to the Kid—he had more Balls than Common Sense. A line had formed, and he took us all on. Never one to cast aspersions upon the joys of bareback sex, I joined the foray. The Queen ahead of me wasn't nearly big enough to fill the Boy's slack Cunt. But he pulled his Dick out, awash in Spooge, and jacked—and as he shot—he plunged back in and bathed the gutsy Youth in yet another Load of Poison Jizz. I inserted my Rod very gently in the Boy, his pulverized Pussy now leaking Crimson Spooge. I shifted to-and-fro to slosh around in the oceans of the Manseed, and knew I, too, could never cum in that cavernous morass. So I borrowed the trick the Queen had used—and jacked—till I added my Manseed to the potent Sperm Bank incubating in the Youth. Last of all, Big Daddy's Partner still hadn't had a chance. Though not nearly as endowed as his older Mate, he had a reputation for fucking Ass and fucking well. Meanwhile a toothless Old Troll bent over the Sling to suck the Youth. Overcome by the irresistible two-pronged assault, the Boy's Ass tightened up. Big Daddy's Lover suddenly found himself engulfed in a much tauter Hole. The Kid blew his Load in the toothless old Troll's mouth at the same time Daddy's Lover shot up his Ass. The Top pulled out, his PA dripping the prettiest pink Spunk. The afterbirth excited one Sick Pup, who used his syphilised lips to soothe the Youngster's pummeled Ass. That drove Simon insane! By then the party was winding down. Again I helped the Twink over to the couch. Disheveled hair, awash with sweat, swollen Ass Lips oozing speckled Cum, gobs of Spooge peppering his legs—he was a mess. I got the Boy a Coke to drink and he gulped it down, though I cautioned him to take it slow. He had to piss, and prolonged his stay—shitting God knows what—annoying those who wanted in the tiny downstairs john. Twice I had to check on him to make sure he was okay. The rest of the guys were showering and cleaning up, putting on their clothes and saying good-byes, with the usual exchange of hastily jotted names and numbers that would likely never see the light of day. We'd been among the first to arrive, and were the last to leave. Finally I got the Kid cleaned up enough to put on his clothes. By the time we got back to the motel, a mere 10 minutes away, his shorts were soaked again. I told him unless he douched (and we hadn't cum equipped for that) the Spooge would likely drip all night. As we climbed into bed my Dick sprang to life; but I knew the Kid couldn't take anymore, so I let him cuddle up against me—and like so, we fell asleep.
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"I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Of course, the cute Counselor didn't have to tell me anything. A few weeks earlier at a Circuit Party I felt the heat of that LOAD. It was special. I wasn't so much a "Bug Chaser" as a "Bug Enabler." I love getting fucked by folks—black or white, young or old, gay or straight—WHOMEVER! And the big-dicked Puerto Rican who ravaged me with his Prince Albert was definitely worth enabling! He looked into my eyes, and I knew he was giving me a Fuck to Die For. Back to the cute Counselor—he was 30ish, blonde, blue-eyed, very studious, with his glasses, suit and tie, about 5'6". He also had a Bubble Butt to die for. "I hate to tell you this, but something terrible has happened." I nodded. Not a big surprise. "If you need counseling..." I licked my lips and stared at his swollen pecs. Thank God he hadn't worn a Tee. His meaty titties clung to his cotton shirt. "Don't worry, all my friends are POZ. Isn't that the in-thing now?" "Mr. Johnson...this is serious...." "I know it is.” Contemptuously: “I don't have to worry about safe sex now. I think I'll head home and toss out all my Condoms." He shook his head in disbelief, appearing at a loss for words. My friends reacted diversely—some pleased, some melancholy. Pleased—because now they got to tag me raw. Melancholy—because they'd seduced me into barebacking, and now I had to pay the Piper. So Friday night I invited them over for a "Conversion Celebration." It started at my place and ended at the Baths, where, to my delight, I found the guy who'd POZZED me—cruising. Initially I didn't tell Armando he was the one; I thought I'd save that for another night when we could be more intimate. And never one to hold a grudge (on the contrary I was in awe of his virility) I asked him to join our merry pack. Armando turned out to be a trip. I watched as he seduced a college jock. He stroked the athlete's abs, licked his tits, and whispered sweet Puerto Rican nothings in his ear. Since all of us were sex-obsessed, the Fuck quickly turned into a Gangbang. The Bottom hadn't yet cum my way, when I spied a hunk I absolutely had to have. That flawless Ass! The Short Blonde Sweetness dropped his towel and minced into the Steam Room. I knew in my heart the Dude was mine to POZ. I used to be a Bottom Boy, but all that changed with HIV. I sat down beside him, his delicate features obscured by billowy clouds of steam. We were alone, concealed behind a thick glass door and foggy atmosphere. I teased his Cock then flipped him over on his belly and slid my oozing Member up his Crack. "I have a Condom," the nervous Sweetness chirped, the tremor in his voice betraying his anxiety. I snickered and shoved it in—no Lube but for the heavy moisture-laden air. I wanted Blondie cognizant of my Sick Seed assailing his Ass Walls. I wanted him to weep the tears that dance so seductively upon the cheeks of those just bred. He hollered at me to get off; but we were alone, ringing wet, in the super-heated atmosphere, which muffled his tirade. He made like he was gonna fight me off, while I licked his ears and bit his neck. His soft four inches mushroomed to a turgid Seven, despite his hollow protestations. He pushed back on my Viral Stick, moaning, whimpering, ashamed of his hypocrisy—of so blatantly violating the principles by which he earned his livelihood. He had it cuming. He needed guys like me to stay in business. I plowed his Ass as roughly as I could, in hope of bettering the odds; and when I shot, it was the most fulfilling sensation I'd ever known—to foredoom this truly deserving Fag to an eternity of doctors, tests, and pills. The heavy glass door scraped and groaned as Armando magically appeared. We mouthed a long, deep lingering kiss and I spread my demoralized Victim 's lily-white Ass Cheeks in gratitude. Sweetness just shivered, squirmed and purred as Armando’s Prince Albert abraded his Mancunt. The Puerto Rican pulled out long enough for me to flip him over. Our eyes locked, and the Bottom winced as if confronting his worst enemy. "Mr. Counselor! " I admonished the social worker, as Armando redoubled his detrition. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but all my friends are POZ."
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I went to the Baths and hooked up with this Old Sleaze. He took me to his room and wanted to fuck me raw, but I insisted on a Condom. He pulled out a little bag of Tina, and drew out 5 lines. He snorted one and urged me to try it. I was a little nervous cause I'd never done drugs. He told me it was no different from Poppers, only stronger. So I tried one line and felt kinda weird. The Old Fucker complemented me on my stamina, and urged me to do another. I ended up snortin' all four and was fuckin’ flying. The Old Sleaze opened the door, hoisted my legs to his shoulders, and fucked the shit outta me. Then the Old Fucker put Tina on the Dickhead of some emaciated Lurker who'd observed the whole thing from the hall. The Lurker Creep plowed my Ass, too. The two of them colluded for a minute. I only overheard bits and pieces of their conversation cause my attention span was kinda short; but from what I gathered, the Old Fart was anxious to get rid of me, cause he hadda be on his way. The two of them escorted me to the basement and put me in a Sling. From then on everything was hazy. I drifted in and outta consciousness; but, by morning, I'd been fucked by maybe 20 guys. I tested POZ three months later, and have been a bareback devotee ever since. OK, so I've switched allegiance and now I am a Top. But that first time with meth was overwhelming. I'd relinquished all control over my body. I knew what I was doin' was risky and still forswore saying "no."
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I went to an adult book store, entered the last booth in the darkest part of the arcade, and fed in quarters while I beat my meat. An eye appeared at the Glory Hole, followed by a finger beckoning me to stick my Dick through. I was rewarded by a hot pair of lips and one helluva blowjob. Not yet ready to cum, I pulled out, bent down, and pursed my lips at the orifice. When his Dick was slimey with Precum and Spit, I backed up to the G.H. and a hot Cock slid up my Butt. He pumped for a moment then asked if he could cum over. Soon his bare Shaft was balls deep up my Ass—plowing slowly in and out. He started moaning and pumped faster and faster—his Balls slapping against my Ass Crack. He grabbed my hips, his Dick suspended deep in my Pussy, as he panted and shot. I was so hot—crystal clear PreCum oozing out of my Rod. But, alas, I was about to pull up my briefs…when Cock Number 2 slid up my Ass! "What the Hell!" I looked back to see what was going on. The door stood wide open and a dude I'd never seen before was plowing my Ass. Behind him three other guys with Dicks in hand were peering in. Number 2 only lasted a minute. He came with a grunt and a groan. I barely had time to take a whiff of my Poppers when Number 3 made his debut. Why didn't I resist? Why did I let those dudes take advantage of me like that? Well, friend, I gotta cum clean. I love gettin' laid. And until the novelty of getting gangbanged wore off, I was on Cloud Nine. Cock Number 3 was a good 7" and slid real slow in and out. It was kind of refreshing being fucked gently after getting reamed by Number 2. The two cretins waiting in the wings crowded into the booth, blindly straining to cop a feel, in the hope of getting a heads-up on the action. When Slow Poke #3 finally shot, he just kept cumming and cumming. Seed was pouring out of my Cunt, running down my Balls and my legs. He pulled out and I got fucked twice more, by Number 4, who had to weigh 300 pounds if he weighed an ounce, and a lanky Number 5 whose most notable feature was his ugly puss. It was hot in that damn little booth with no ventilation and an acrid fetor of Piss, Sweat, Cum, and B.O. My tennies stuck to the jizz-covered tiles so I felt trapped in time and space. Finally Pimples #5 pulled out. I thought I was alone and started to dress, when a Black Muscle Jock (Number 6) stumbled into the booth. Talk about a Monster Cock! He must have been 12" if anything at all, and thicker in circumference than any Dildo I'd ever seen in my life. I let out a half moan, half scream, as he plowed that Monster Dick up my slack Rosebud. He grabbed my hips and slammed in powerfully, till mercifully he shot a copious Load worthy of that humungous Shaft. The next thing I knew I was on the floor and SOMEONE was rimming my Ass. I thought it was a dream. After he lapped the Spooge outta my Cunt, he demanded I sit so he could “service my Dick.” He swallowed my shriveled Cock, which quickly ballooned, and I shot my pent-up Load down his parched throat. He was the first guy (Number 1) from the adjacent booth. He apologized profusely for having left the door open, thus allowing the gangbang to commence. On the plus side, he asserted he'd learned more about the Gay lifestyle from watching me than in all his earlier years. He'd been a fence-sitter most of his life, afraid of doing anything lest he contract HIV. Talk about making up for lost time—sucking me, getting sucked, then fucking my Ass! But the best part had been watching the quintuplets bang me and then eating their collective Cum out of my Ass. For him that had been a life-defining event. He and I exchanged numbers and email addresses and made arrangements to meat in several weeks (as I was off on one of my rare business trips). Unfortunately, it was a date I had to break. Shortly after cuming back, I came down with the Fuck Flu. No, I'm not that naive. Feverish as I was, in the middle of summer, I figured it had to be more than just the F-L-U. I called up my new Bud to postpone again. One week to the day later I gave him THE BUG.
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This story was originally submitted to my BB Buds blog by ryan5555 (hookemsports@hotmail.com). ---------- This story takes place in Mid-July, 1999. I was 20 years old at the time. I had been walking through the bathhouse for an hour or so. I'm not one to sit and wait for my next trick to come to me; instead, I walk around... scouting new meat, looking for any scene that could come my way. I am 5'9", 155lbs, blond, blue with a solid 7.5" piece of meat. Completely vers... I was going through a college stage of rebellion. I find a lot of men hot... and if a hot guy wants to fuck, I have always made it happen. Of course, little did I know my college rebellion would last right up until my 30th birthday... and likely, beyond. I remember it like yesterday. I hadn't had any action but finally settled myself in the sauna room. I was at The Club in Houston; the present-day Club hardly resembles the Club of 1999. The sauna was inside - just before you got to the door that led to the pool and the hot tub. Soon, a 20-something guy walked into sauna. He disrobed and showed an average cock. He had a nice body but wasn’t one I was willing to drop a load with. Not yet, anyways. But not far behind him was a hot young twink, about my age, with a great bod and a pierced left nipple. The hot young twink came in, dropped his towel and stood in front of me and the 20-something and started stroking. I liked where this was heading. I reached out and grabbed the twink's cock. It was cut with a slight curve to the right. I can still see it today and I still salivate for it. Eventually, I started blowing him and he started making out with the other guy. I played with his nipples and hear faint moans coming from him. Slowly, I reached under his cock towards his hole. I felt it... it was a little wet and a little slimy. He had already taken a load and he seemed like he was begging for more. As I played with his hole his body convulsed. He liked the feeling and I knew I would be going further. But before I could he pulled me up and wanted to suck me. I stood up on the first sitting step of the steam room. He stood on the ground and blew me while the 20-something was on his knees servicing the twink. The twink brought me to the verge of climax but I knew I didn't want to bust my nut like this. I wanted his ass. I started bending over...reaching for his ass. I could never quite get it over his shoulder but after a bit, it appeared he wanted it too. Finally, I stepped down and positioned myself behind him. As he was geting serviced from the front, I made out with him a bit before getting on my knees and going for his hole. At 20, my experience was pretty broad but rimming was new to me. I knew I loved it and loved the way some guys bucked when you got your tongue deep inside them. This kid was the exact same way... he grinded his ass into my face, my tongue devouring his hole as I bit on it, nibbling on the skin and the pucker of his hole. I could taste the lube from before; I could taste remnants of the cum of his last fuck. I wanted my seed to be there, too. After a few moments of getting his ass wet, we were both ready to go, I stood up and slid in. At this point in my life, I was not a regular barebacker. But I was also not a regular condom user. In fact, I took sex any which way it came to me. I'm sure I was taught lessons on safe sex, but I don't remember them. I'm sure somebody had 'the talk' with me but when you're a gay kid in Texas... who is willing to broach the subject of safe sex? Nobody fucking cared. So while I knew I should wrap up all the time, it wasn't something I ever thought about. And when the twink willingly and excitedly took my cock bare, I thought nothing more of it. I gave it to him and he took it like a champ. He had started sucking the other guy's dick as he was hunched over and doing his best to get two loads at once. Within a few moments, the 20-something's body started to spaz. You could tell he was getting close. Very close. I sped up my fucking so that I could finish soon after and the twink would have a steam session that was second to none. Faster, harder and deeper I fucked him. The 20-something started to moan and shot his load all over the kid's face. I remember feeling disappointed -- why the fuck wouldn't the kid swallow it? That made me pump even harder. Finally I was on the verge of cumming and, in a rare moment of verbal topping (at the time), I blurted out, "You're gonna love this. Here I cum." Little did I know it would be my last neg load. After my intense twink fuck in the sauna, I needed to cool off. I took a dip in the pool. It was a clear night with a high sky. The stars, rarely visible in downtown Houston, were shining bright. Here I was – a 20 year old kid, living a dream of college, a great job and living in a city with all the guys I could ever want. And now, a perfect night after a perfect fuck. I snapped out of my dream, glanced toward the creaky glass door that leads from inside and saw him. He was amazing. He was sort of a mix – maybe asian, maybe Hispanic (later I learned he had a Flip mother and a Hispanic father). He was solidly built – not overly buff but definite tone, probably late 20s or early 30s, and a beautiful smile. Our eyes locked and I knew my night would include some very personal alone time with this man. He walked over and got in the hot tub. I continued to stare and he continued to glance over my way. I wasn’t very sophisticated at the time on my ‘pick up’ move. But who needed to be? I was a 20 year old piece of ass in a bathhouse. If that can’t get me what I want, no amount of whoring savvy ever would. After a bit, and after I was 100% convinced I needed this man to make my night complete I exited the pool, slowly striding towards my towel while never taking my eyes off of him. He returned the favor and you see the lust bubbling underneath his modest, and sturdy, demeanor. I dried off, walked towards the door and smiled at him. He dipped his head and blushed back. And then he smiled. It was only a matter of time til I had what I wanted. I walked around the sauna, through the showers and past the steam before heading upstairs. There were two stairwells in the old Club. I took the ‘middle’ stairs that delivered you upstairs in front of the coke machine and ‘break’ room. I walked around for a bit, knowing I’d see the man from outside very soon. I had a room and was not worried if he just had a locker I knew we’d find each other. As I walked through the third hall, he turned the corner and was coming directly at me. I snickered and walked past him, staring at his cock until the very second he was to pass me, at which time I looked up and smiled at him. My room was one hall over and I was bolting in that direction. I turned the corner to reach my room, got my key and saw him walking my direction. Bullseye. I get in my room and start to hang my towel when he walks up. He stops and looks as I stretch up, my cock dangling (but getting closer and closer to a hard-on), and hang my towel on the rack. I look at him with that “what the fuck are you waiting for look” that I’ve given to say many guys since then. Apparently he noticed and walked into the room and shut the door. He dropped his towel and I saw his meat – it was nice. Not too big but definitely worth the effort. I sank to my knees and devoured it. Immediately, I notice he put his hand on the back of my head to guide me along the way. But soon he pulls it off – he sees that I’m not some random kid on his first trip to a bathhouse. I kinda have this part down. I’m taking him all in, enjoying his cock while my left hand wanders up to find his nipple. The guy is beautiful and right now, at this very minute, he belongs to me. The feeling of power excites me, even if I am (willingly) taking every bit of his cock. After a bit he pulls me up and starts making out. I notice his passion at once. We’re making out, cocks slapping against each other, for what felt like an eternity. In reality, just a few minutes. I was in heaven though. I am completely head-over-heels for this guy in the moment. Eventually, he pulls off me, looks me up and down and smiles. Then he heads to his knees. He blew me and it was intense. I can’t remember how good he was but I remember knowing I was going to get fucked. I don’t know how I knew this from a little making out and some mutual blowjobs but I did. I knew that I was going to take his cock before this was all over. And I loved it. Little did I know, I’d be taking something else home with me. After sucking my cock for just a moment, he stood up and positioned my body so I would bend over. He started rubbing his cockhead on my crack. He wasted very little time going for the gold. He was a confident, self-assured man and knew what he was going to get. I was a cocky little kid and knew what I was going to get, too, but was letting him control the action and the flow. He bent me over, reached for the lube and began starting to press his cock into my ass. While I was vers, I did not take cocks his size very often. He wasn’t huge… but it was bigger than I was accustomed to. Still, I managed and began enjoying it very soon after. He started to thrust as I bent over the bed. He didn’t make love to me and he didn’t intend for it to be a passionate affair. He was fucking me. And, for some reason, it felt right. At some point, he wants me to flip over. So I move to my back. My legs are propped up against his body, almost at a 90-degree angle. From this position, I can look him in the eyes as he fucks me. Ever since then, I have spent the majority of my time fucking guys with my eyes glued to theirs. He wanted to see my eyes as he moved closer and closer to climax. And instinctively, I stared back into his… yet not even realizing what was about to happen. His thrusting picked up speed and within a minute he was getting close. His left hand was holding my right leg in place as he fucked into me. Something caught my eye on his hand – a wedding band. Later, I’d find out he was in a LTR with another man and the band was a symbol of their commitment. Some commitment. At this point, though, my mind raced as I thought I was getting my hole bred by a married man. My cock, which virtually went ignored during our entire encounter, was not standing erect and I started to stroke, coming virtually instantly after recognizing what the ring meant. I shot and within seconds he shot too. While mine was all over my stomach and chest, his was buried deep inside of me. After I shot I looked and caught him staring into my eyes again. As he shot, he never once moved his eyes off me, never closed them. Finally, he collapsed on top of me. We kiss for a few moments but after a moment or two, we begin getting ready to head to the showers. I ask him his name and he tells me. Matthew. After my shower I went to the hot tub. He disappeared and I thought that was the end of it. But a moment later he comes out and hands me a piece of paper. It’s his number. Over the next few weeks, we begin seeing more of each. He’s my dream man and I’m his escape from his commitment. He continues to fuck me, 4 or 5 times over the span of 2 weeks, before finally he lets me fuck him. We do it at the bathhouse again, my place and finally his home when his partner was out of town. We continue to fuck for the next several weeks. Eventually, he suggests we should go get tested. I agree and we go and 20 minutes after the blood was drawn, my life changed forever. I came back poz. Looking back, I don’t remember him getting tested. But that has hardly mattered. My life was completely altered. It took about 3 years for me to realize… matthew was my gifter. Now, I think back on that story and my cock will twitch. I masturbate thinking about it 3 or 4 times a year. It’s a special feeling… at first it repulsed me but now… I know he gave me a very special gift. Today, I’m exclusively a top. I haven’t bottomed, really, in years. And every time I shoot a load, I think about Matthew as I lock eyes with my unsuspecting bottom.
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This story was originally submitted to my buds blog by 'slutldn' (millmatt@hotmail.com) One weekend I hooked up with this guy online rather 'by chance' on a not so popular site. He called himself Mike and said he was 31, total top and could come round within the hour. I would normally chatted a bit more and exchanged pics before hooking up online, but took the chance on this one. He turned up on his motorbike and not only was he the described age, he was hot and real dishy. We got undressed in no time and he rimmed me like no tomorrow. Mike had a thick hard cock that pointed up 45 degrees. Before I knew it he slid his ramrod in me without asking or giving me the option of condom. Boy, he could fuck. He then said he liked my arse real loose and after I had a hit of poppers, he fisted me real hard. He kept alternating fuck, rim and fist my arse – showing no interest in my cock or if I were enjoying it... just the way I like being used and abused. After shooting his load in me, he ate my arse clean, put on his clothes and left. We met a couple more times. Both occasions he arrived on his bike in his smart office suit. He was always into rimming, fucking, fisting and felching using me just to please himself. He had an inviting perfectly shaped hole but never let me go near it. Once we arranged to meet at a sauna and I was curious to see how he behaved in the midst of others. After a long snog in the public shower, we went into one of the doorless cubicle. He proceeded to rim, fuck, fist and felch as usual but with a crowd watching. After shooting his load in me, I sat on his face, and he ate my arse clean again. By this time others guys were shooting their loads onto us. He then made me lick off these cum. He showed no interest in group play or other guys. Neither did he even offer to wank me off. God, I was falling for him…. A week later, he asked me to his house for the first time for a 3 some with a black guy called Tim. Despite being 6 foot 2 and solid muscle, Tim was shy and totally inexperienced but had that pleasing thick 9 incher. After a warm up of snogging, cock-sucking and my arse totally rimmed. Mike went on to fuck me raw as usual. Tim offered him a condom from his bag which Mike said no. Tim started to lecture and I thought it might all turn bad. After a while he gave up and decided he too wanted to fuck me. Mike said he would fist my hole a bit looser for his big cock. Tim had never seen anyone being fisted before and unable to control himself anymore, drove his thick black cock raw into my hole. As I was the only bottom, they took turn to fuck me. Mike then guided Tim’s huge hand into my hole which totally filled me up. After an hour or so, Tim said he wanted to fuck Mike’s virgin hole. With much reluctance and doses of poppers, Mike still could not take Tim’s big black cock. So Tim suggested that I fuck Mike with my slimmer 6.5 incher first. Here is the chance I had been waiting for to use this selfish fucker. After much struggle, I entered Mike’s virgin hole. It was tight but I was patient and determined. Tim slid his black cock into Mike’s mouth to stop all that squirming. I soon shot a huge load to claim that cherry. Despite my cum as lube, Tim was still unable to enter Mike’s hole. So he shot his black innocent babies into my hole. Mike tongued my hole clean, eating that black spunk. He then shot his load in me too. That was the last meeting. A month later Mike said he tested positive and needed time off.
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I had secretly fantasized about getting charged up. I'm a bareback bottom , love to get fucked, and having a guy breed my hole. The idea of having a hot guy fuck me and blow his dirty seed in all in my ass had inspired many spank marathons. I'm sure that I have taken a poz load before not knowing the status of whoever was fucking me or really even caring for that matter. I had never knowingly let a guy that was pozfuck me. One night I was cruising all the slut sites looking for other bareback guys to play with when this really hot guy messaged me. He said that he had read in my profile that I liked to go bare and that I was a btm. He told me that he was looking for a hole to use for the evening. That got my attention I had never been submissive and must admit it had been another fantasy of mine to completely give up control. He asked me if I was into pnp and I told him that I do party sometimes. We chatted a little while with the standard Q&A, u know how big, what position, where to cum. Then I asked poz/neg? He responded with poz. I told him that I was neg. To which he responded "u want to get a charged load n u tonight?" I was shocked and very turned on, I asked him if he fucked neg guys bareback. He told me he did all the time and that he even hosted several conversion partys. I wasn't familiar with the term, he explained that a conversion party was were a group of poz tops get together and breed a neg guy. The sole reason purpose was to spread dirty seed, and infect the neg btm. Before I could answer he asked me if I liked to pnp. I told him that I did, but I didn't have any party supplies. He said that if I wanted I could come over to his place and get ass fucked and get high. He asked me if I had ever slammed, I told him that I had been slammed before but I was terrified of needles. "I'm very good at slamming others" he returned. Should I go? The thought of getting slammed and pounded was so tempting but was I ready to take that step towards becoming poz? "I might ass well" I responded. He gave me directions and I was on my way. When I got to his house we sat and talked a while. He told me that he was going to enjoy planting his dirty seed in me, then asked me if I liked groups. I told him yes and he said good that he would get us slammed then have a few of his top buddies stop by and load my ass. He told me that I was going be a cum dump for him and his friends. I asked him if the guys were poz or neg he told me that they were poz. This made my dick begin to grow. He got the slam ready and did me first. When he released the belt on my arm I could feel the rush hit me instantly. Then came the cough. It was very strong. He did himself and sat down on the bed next to me. I started sucking his dick while I was taking off my clothes. He stood up bent me over the side of the bed, lubed my hole up with some elbow grease that was laying on the bed, and shoved his dick all the way in. Normally this would have brought tears to my eyes and a fist to his face, but it didn't even really hurt, I guess I was so high that I couldn't feel it. It wasn't long before he started to pound really hard and said he was about to cum. He stopped and pulled out and made me tell him that I wanted his seed. Which I told him. He managed to get his dick back inside me, and with a few hard thrust he unloaded in my hole. He walked out of the room and told me to stay put. When he returned he had a collar and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then I followed him into another room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, fuck bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites for tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there were three guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and five more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guy's house let him drop a charged load n me and now was going to be a cum dump for whoever accepted his invitation, and I hadn't even gotten my benefactor's name. He walked over to the sling and let me know that the web cam was on and I was going to be used all weekend. There must have been ten or more guys that had charged my ass with dirty seed before the slam started to fade away. He could tell that I was beginning to come down and he mixed up a booty bump and told me to get on the floor face down with my ass in the air, as he unlocked the restraints. Once I was on the floor he inserted the booty bump and told me to squeeze my ass tight so that the booty bump and all the spunk wouldn't drip out. As I started to feel my stomach cramp up from the booty bump he dressed me and told me that we were going to the baths and that I was going to take all loads. He rented one of the sling rooms and told me to get into the sling as he mixed up another booty bump. I secured the restraints myself, all but one arm. He came over secured the last arm and started to insert another booty bump. I told him that I was okay for now. To this he responded by placing a ball gag n my mouth and continued with my booty bump. It had only been about twenty minutes since the last one. Now I was so high that I couldn't focus or see straight. He began to fuck me again, telling my how sloppy my hole was and that when he had fucked me the first time that he had ripped me. He said that he knew because when he pulled out there was blood all over his dick. He said that was a good thing, it would make it easier to ensure that my neg status was gone for good. Then he told me that he had used a .4 needle for my slam and that when he slammed me, there was still a good bit of his poison blood in it, and now it was running thru my veins. He must have been fucking me for at least an hour, not that I was complaining. My ass was so hungry from the booty bumps that the only thing I could think about was getting more dick. He shot another death load in me then opened the door and walked away. It was a few mins before the first guy walked in and began to get his dick hard so that he could fuck me. He was a much older man probably 55 or 60 but he had a huge cock. He came after about five mins of fucking, wiped his dick off and left. I didn't realize that there was a group of four guys waiting, they took turns one after the other all loading my eager ass. A while later my friend returned, closed the door and mixed up a huge booty bump. He squeezed it into my hole and for good measure he pushed a large rock of meth up my ass with his finger. He massaged it until it was completely dissolved. Then he removed the ball gag and asked me how I was doing. I was so high I couldn't hardly answer but I managed to say that I was feeling a little dizzy and hot. He gave me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all as he unlocked the restraints. I drank the water and instantly began to feel better. He said that he had to leave to do something but that he would be back. Then he told me that he had left a message on the all the dry erase boards saying there was a "eager ass in the sling room taking all loads POZ IS A PLUS" as he left. I knew that I should probably get up and leave but the meth was starting to take effect. So I waited. It wasn't long before a line began to form, I eagerly took every load that was offered. I'm not sure how long I was there in the sling room or how many guys filled my hole with their juice. When I finally started to come down from the meth climbed out of the sling, put on my clothes, and left the bath house. I felt so trashy when I walked into the day light, like everyone knew what I had just done. Not to mention that there was a wet place on the ass of my jeans where some of the spunk had slipped out of my now opened hole. It has been a few months since that happened so I'm not sure what my status is but I did feel like I had the flu about 2 or 3 weeks after it happened. [For the record - be really careful about drug use guys. Drug use can definitely kill you and while a few can manage their drug use, many others can't and you never know which camp you'll be in... Plus, real sluts don't need drugs to be slutty...]
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I remember so clearly when I met him... how could I forget? I wanted the man the minute I saw his profile. It was my first year away at college, and at 18 I was everything I THOUGHT at the time a college guy should be.... pretty frat jock boy, lacrosse player, 150 lbs of shredded lean muscle, dark hair and blue eyed boy. Everything a sorority girl falls for.... except I liked guys. I drooled over the other guys at the frat house when I saw them in their skivvies or nude in the locker room. But, except for a few drunken blow jobs, I'd not let myself do much. I guess I just didn't want to mentally cross that line. If I did, then I was allowing myself to be what I thought was a fag. But, at night when my house-mate was gone and the frat house was quiet, I'd sneak on line and check out the local guys and j/o. Then, one night, I saw his profile. He was much older then I was, at 44 years to my 18. But man, he had a body that could rival most of my frat brothers. The profile said he was 6 ft. He had short cropped, very clean cut salt and pepper hair on his head and his chest. He was definitely built, you could tell he logged hours at the gym. His legs looked like tree trunks and his ass like a rock. And his cock....god he had the most powerful, awesome looking cock. His profile read "Hot top Dad, looking for a boy willing to give it ALL up for him". Wow. Talk about a turn on... "give it all up".... for a stud like that, I'd try getting fucked. What did I know at the time. I replied to his profile and didn't hear anything back for two days. I'd thought he wasn't interested when I got an email back asking me for some pics and if I knew my status. I sent the pics, along with the reply that I was neg, which I was. He replied that he was also and, after a few more emails, we arranged to get together. From the minute I walking in his door, we had to have each other. The second we laid eyes on each other, we were both already getting hard. He stepped up to me, put one hand behind my head and one behind my back and kissed me hard. I'd never been kissed by a man, and I kissed him back with everything in me. Within five minutes, he was leading me upstairs and stripping my jeans and tee off. He was the most aggressive man I'd ever been with, and before long I was naked, on my back with my legs spread. He kneeled between my legs and stared down at me, then slowly began to strip. His body was even better then his pictures showed, and I was taken from that moment on. Shortly, he was on top of me again. He kissed with such animal lust, his hands all over my body. He kissed down my body until his face was over my hard, 7" cock. He looked at me with a grin, then swallowed my cock whole. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt and before long, my balls started to pull up hard. He stopped, and came back up to my face and kissed me hard. "You don't cum unless I tell you too. Understood?" "Yeah", I replied. "Yes Daddy", he said. "What?" "From now on, you can call me Daddy. It turns me on. OK?" "Yes..... Daddy" I said. "Good boy". He rolled me over onto my stomach and moved around in front of my face. Sitting back on his heels, he waved his fat, 9' cock in my face and instructed me to take him. I'd never had a cock that big before, but Daddy began to teach me how to service him. He talked me through sucking him, telling me I was a good boy, how good a cock sucker I was, how he was going to make me into 'his boy forever'. I'd never had a man talk to me that way before, and it turned me on tremendously. Before long, Daddy's balls started to pull up, and I knew he was about to cum. I started to pull off his cock, and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his. "Never, ever stop until I tell you to, boy. Understood? I was so close to coming." He growled. "I've never had a guy cum in my mouth before though", I said. "Boy, I'll teach you how to take Daddy's load. But, you NEVER stop unless I tell you. Understood?" The idea of having a man cum in my mouth both frightened and excited me, especially from a man so beautiful. He pushed my head back down on his cock and kept slowly pumping into my mouth. Then, without warning, he grabbed my head again and lifted it up, and shoved a small bottle hard under my nose, forcing me to inhale. He held it there for several seconds, until I had taken several hits, then pushed my mouth back down on his cock and started smoothly pumping into my mouth again. After a few seconds, a wave hit me and I was more aroused then I'd ever been in my life. I began to really work Daddy's cock, and before long, I heard him start to growl. He wrapped his hands around my head, and I felt his cock stiffen before burst after burst of his cum gushed into my mouth. I was engulfed in a wave of ecstasy and began swallowing each burst as it erupted into my mouth like a hungry puppy. I'd never heard a man shout so much as he came, and his animal intensity just turned me on more and made me work that much harder to swallow him. Afterwards, Daddy cuddled me in his arms and told me what a good boy I was. Hearing that was odd, but it turned me on. He asked if I had ever been fucked before and I said I hadn't. He told me he would get me to the point that he would train me to want to give it up for him and I instantly got hard again. The thought of this beautiful stud teaching me how to want to be fucked by him. Or so I thought. And that's how it was for the next three months. Each time, Daddy would get me close, then retract. I was never allowed to cum, or even touch myself. He trained me to know how to stay on his cock, and take each load with gratitude. Each time, Daddy would start to play with my ass more and more, getting me excited and pushing my butt in the air. He'd rub my cheeks, then eventually he got to sliding a finger in me, which grew to two and then three. Once night when Daddy had me on all fours, he began to eat my ass, making me moan and squirm like a whore. Daddy asked me "Are you ready to have that ass fucked, to give it up for me?" and all I could think was, OH YES, I am so ready to let you fuck me. It's about time. But all I said was "Yes Daddy. I'm ready". But he didn't. Then next day I got an email from Daddy. It read "It's time boy. Time to give it all up for me. Be at my place at 10, go upstairs, strip and get on all fours on the bed in the dark and wait." I was hard the rest of the day. At 10, I arrived at Daddy's. The door was unlocked, so I went in and up to his bedroom. He said to keep it dark, so I stripped off and felt my way to the bed. I climbed on and got on all fours like I had been told and waited. I didn't have to wait long. In the dark, Daddy had been waiting in the corner. He stepped up in front of me, and cupped my chin. He lifted it to his face and kissed me hard and deep. I was instantly hard. As his hands caressed my body, he leaned in to my ear and started to talk. "You've been a very good boy these past weeks boy. Daddy's so proud of you. By doing what I said to night, you're showing me that you are truly ready to give it all up to me. Am I right?" "Oh yes Daddy... I am so ready". All I could think about was, He's going to fuck me! "Good boy", he whispered in my ear. "Spread you knees and arch your back. Put you boy pussy in the air for me". I did as I was told. Daddy continued holding my face, looking into his eyes. "You're such a good boy, such a willing boy. Tonight, you're going to become mine fully boy. I've arranged something very special for you, something that will change you and make you my property, boy" Oh my god this man can turn me on! Change me? Make me his property? God this man can talk hot. "Are you ready boy? No turning back now?". I looked into this beautiful mans face, and said yes. He leaned in and began kissing me, harder and more passionately then ever before. As he did, I suddenly felt two hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and a tongue pressing into me. I panicked at the unknown intrusion, but Daddy gripped my head against his chest and held me tight. "Relax boy. You deserve this, this is special. This is exactly what Daddy wants. You want to please me, don't you? You want to be mine?" I replied I did and the tongue in my ass buried deeper. My cock was hard as a rock against my belly and it had been SO long since I'd be allowed to cum. Daddy shoved the bottle under my nose and in seconds, I was pushing my hard, hairless ass back against that face. Daddy let go of me and my head and shoulders sunk to the bed, with my knees spread and my ass in the air. Daddy stepped back against the wall and turned the light up a bit. I glanced back behind me and the man who was standing on the other side of the bed, bent over and eating my ass. He was about 6'2", solid muscle. He was a God, even more beautiful then my Daddy. But, what got my attention was the 10" of hard cock he was stroking. Surely Daddy was kidding, I'd never been fucked before and he was expecting me to take that cock? He was perfect in every way, with one hot tattoo on his left hip. I'd seen that kinda emblem before, in the Biology labs at school, and I knew what it meant, but I couldn't figure out why he'd have that on him. After eating my ass until I was practically moaning, Daddy suddenly said "It's time". Behind me, the god that had been eating my ass climbed on the bed and started to mount me, positioning his monster cock at my ass. Daddy swiftly stepped forward and grabbed both of my arms and pinned them behind my back. I was pinned, shoulders to the bed, ass in the air and knees spread wide. I struggled and pleaded for Daddy to tell me what was going on, but he just held me and said "Go for it, it's time. Take him." Suddenly, I felt the sharpest pain in my ass as the guy behind me shoved his hard cock in me. I screamed and he pushed into me, and in about three pushes was buried in me. Daddy grabbed both of my arms in one hand, and with the other shoved the bottle under my nose again. This time, he just held it there. The cock in me withdrew just slightly, then pushed in again. And the bottle stayed. Pretty soon my ass loosened up, but Daddy had another surprise for me. He grabbed some rope from the end of the bed and began to tie my wrists together behind my back. I was now helpless. Through it all, the rhythmic pumping of my ass never stopped. The only sounds from behind me was the muscle god groaning as he fucked me, the slapping of his balls against my prone ass, and the only three words he'd say all night: "He bleeding bad". "Keep fucking him", Daddy said as he kneeled before me. He shoved the bottle under my nose for several more seconds until I moaned and relaxed some more. The cock in me was feeling good now, and I was beginning to get hard again. Daddy kissed me as the waves from the bottle hit me. Then he cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. "You're such a beautiful little boy", he said. "That cock in you is so beautiful. And it looks like you're learning to enjoy it." I moaned and the cock picked up speed. "The man fucking you is positive, boy. I knew from the first time I had you that this day would come. I've paid him a lot of money to breed you." I moaned and began to struggle. The hands gripping my hips just gripped tighter. "You can't get away boy. Tonight, you give it all up for me. This man will fuck you several times tonight, and when he's done, you'll be full of his cum." The bottle again, and against my will, I moaned when the waves hit. "After tonight, you will be my poz whore, my property. You will work to pay back what I spent tonight to convert you boy, and I will whore you out to get the money back." The cock inside me picked up speed. "After tonight, you will be damaged goods. I will never fuck you, but you will belong to me. Your ass will be mine to rent out to whom I choose, when I choose. You will be used until you're no longer useful or profitable to me, and then I will get rid of you.". The bottle again, and all I could do was moan and sob. The cock in me was fucking me furiously now. Daddy stood up and stepped back up against the way, folded his arms and watched. The stud began panting hard as he fucked me, and every now and again, he'd begin to moan "oh god". Daddy stepped forward and began commanding him, shout at him to "Fuck my boy" and "Charge his ass, go on. Do what you've been paid to do." The stud started fucking me like a dog, almost climbing on top of me to pile drive his hard meat into my fucked out boy hole. He was precumming hard, and I could feel his wetness running down my balls. I was practically screaming for him to stop. But the more I screamed and begged, the hard Daddy would command him to "knock the boy up' while pushing the bottled under my nose. The stud behind me began to moan that he couldn't hold back much longer. Daddy kneeled in front of me again and pushed the bottle one last time under my nose and commanded me to take the biggest hit I could and hold it. I did and a few seconds later my ass totally gave in. Daddy kneeled in front of me again, and cupped my chin in his hand. He looked behind me and said "He's ready. Charge him". He looked back into my wet eyes and said, "You're mine now, boy". The stud behind me started to yell, louder then Daddy ever did. "Fuck!" he cried and slammed into me harder then he had so far "Fuck yeah! Take my load boy! Take my charged fucking cum up that ass! FUCK YEAH!!! I'm fucking up that ass right now, kid." Daddy stood up and watched the stud unloaded in me. As the stud kept pumping his seed into me, Daddy pulled out his cock. Instinctively, and since the poppers were still working, I took it in my mouth. Just a few short pumps, and Daddy unloaded the biggest load of seed into me he's ever cum. I swallowed every drop. The stud behind me kept working his load into me for another ten minutes before his softened cock slipped out of me. Daddy untied the ropes around my wrist, but he then took my arms and pulled them down between my knees, and then tied them together with my ankles. I was left that way, ass up and tied for about two hours, after which the scene happened again. It happened four times that night. The next morning I woke up. Daddy was gone, I was untied and there was a note. It read: "You're a good boy. You gave it all up for Daddy. You were made to be his boy. I know you're mad now, but call me when things change". Change? What could change? I left angry, and didn't tell anyone about what happened? Who could I tell? Two weeks later, I felt achy. The next day, I felt downright sick, throwing up, muscle spasms, everything. I called Daddy for lack of anyone else to call. He told me to come right over so he could take care of me. I went over, and immediately upon arrival, he took me to his bed. I was so weak, all I could do was lay there as he stripped me. An hour later, the top stud that fucked me arrived. I looked up at him and heard Daddy say, "this is it. One last time to make sure". The god jumped on the bed, rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. Un-mercilessly he shoved his cock back into me and fucked me while Daddy again belted out his commands. The stud seemed to enjoy my weakness and kept mumbling that I was "fucked now" and "turned into a whore". He came one last time in me, more then any of the first times. When he was done, he climbed off the bed and stood in front of Daddy. "I think you can be sure it's done. Just like what you wanted. Cash on delivery, right?" Daddy smiled and looked down at me. "Yes, you did what you were hired for. Here's your cash, count it if you want. It's all there, all $7000. You earned it." "Not hard to do", the stud replied. "You got a really pretty one this time. Much prettier then any of the others". And that's how it's been since. Two months later I dropped out of school. Daddy put me in a room in the basement. He's been whoring me ever since... he likes to advertise me as "prime boy meat for poz cocks" with my picture on all kinds of web sites. He's sells me a $100 bucks a fuck, and there have been weekends where he's made 2 grand off me. Each time, I'm tied while Daddy watches and smiles, and tells me what a good boy I am.
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