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Poz undetectable bottom here, living just behind Oak Lawn. If you are looking for a quick pump and dump, stay and play, want to try a new kink or fetish. Anything at any time, it will gladly host if it is at home. So feel free to drop a message and come be the first to use this hole
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My mistress wants me to take poz cocks bareback while watching my conversion. You should be HIV+ and tested positive and not be on meds. Region is central or southern Germany. Only serious guys. Just message me. German: Meine Herrin wünscht sich, dabei zuzuschauen, wie ich ohne Gummi gefickt und infiziert werde. Du sollst positiv getestet sein und keine Medikamente nehmen. Mittel- oder Süddeutschland. Bitte nur ernsthafte Nachrichten!
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So it was New Year's Eve (a few years back) and I didn't want to be alone so I went to the bar closest to my home (neither near nor far) About one am everyone else there was sloshed. The rest of the sober ones had headed out already. Not drinking myself (I only touch beer after it has recycled through somebody else's bladder first) I decided I should join them. As I trudged home I noticed someone else following me. I stopped, we greeted each other and I sized him up. A good looking guy a bit drawn around the eyes ahd cheekbones but not I thought from drink or drugs. i could feel my cock beginning to stiffen and my butt beginning to quiver. He invited me to his place. I accepted straight off. We got there, stripped off and began to mess around ending with me bent over a chair taking his cock raw and rough inside my wanton butthole. It felt good and I knew that cum was what I wanted. When it was over and we sat around with him having a cigarette, he noted I hadn't asked him anything but said he was on meds not yet undetectable but with a pretty low viral load so I probably shouldn't worry were I neg. "Yeah," I said, "I'm neg but I am not worried." Something must have given away my disappointment for a moment later he was accusing me of chasing. I admitted it even though I had only admitted it to myself a few weeks earlier. He said this must be my lucky year coming up and he went off into the other room of the apartment. A short while later he came back and beckoned to me. I followed him into the room dark except for the light of one low watt bulb. There on the bed lay a man nearly skin and bones naked on his back with a boner sticking out of a nest of grey pubic hairs and lying across his stomach pointing up wards toward his too prevalent rib cage. "This is my roommate, former lover, soon to be former roommate I am afraid.His insurance has run out and he has chosen not to accept the indignity of half-assed medical care. If you want he'll fuck you with his death seed and you'll start down that road to join us in this pozzed up life. Already naked I climbed on the bed. I was a little afraid, not only because I knew now there would be no turning back but also because he looked so fragile, i was afraid that to sit on his erect cock might cause his hips to break. The lure was too great however and I positioned my still dripping from one load asshole over the tip of his deathstick and began to lower myself on it. As my ass began to envelop his cheeks suddenly his eyes heretofore closed flew open and he grinned up at me. I noted a few of his teeth were missing. Oddly I began to get more turned on and rammed my hole onto that dick. He with strength that came from I knew not where thrust up at me and soon we were rocking in rhythm as my original trick from the evening began to coo in my ear how I was wrecking my hole with sweet poison and joining a brotherhood from which there is no real escape. "C'mon give me that pos load. Flood my hole. Kill me with it" I heard myself saying in return. "I want it. I want it so bad." We kept on that way with the corpse cause that is how I began to think of him fucking away at me with only grunts and groans and his room mate taunting me to ride him harder and faster to my doom. Finally I began to feel his cock swell inside my guts and I knew he was about to fill me with the toxic cum I so craved. We let out simultaneous groans and I felt myself collapse on him. I don't know how long I stayed there drenched in sweat but as I began to feel his cock shrivel and a bit of the poison leak out of his hole, my friend shook me and told me it was time to go. We wordlessly crept into the other room and silently I began to dress. When I was done, he walked me to the door. "Thank you," I said. He kissed me and patted my satisfied ass. "I hope it takes," He whispered. "Happy New Year!" I left thinking it was going to be a very good year indeed.
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It had been a slow night at the baths and I was taking a shower. I heard a gruff voice say, "Nice ass, pal!" I turned and saw a tall scrawny guy with a lop-sided grin staring at me. "Thanks!" I said. "I wanna FUCK that ass!" he said, reaching for me. "You ready to get fucked?" I was kinda turned on by his bluntness but his sketchy attitude was making me nervous, too! Two other guys came up behind him. It was clear that they were together. "No, thanks," I stammered. He barked, "You think cuz we're all HIV-Positive that you're too good for us? Being poz ain't NOTHIN' to be ashamed of. We don't get turned down by NO ONE! You hear me?" "Maybe another time," I muttered! All three frowned at this. The first guy spoke again, "I think it's gonna be NOW! A good bottom knows his place. He does what he's told and takes what he's given. And we sure got something to give you, don't we boys?!" As they crowded closer, cutting off any possible retreat, I looked at them more closely. They all sported tattoos. The first guy, he grabbed my shoulders and bent me towards him. Stepping up to my face, he growled, "Open your mouth!" His stiff prick had 'HIV POZ' with a big red plus sign on it. I wanted to protest, but suddenly, I had a mouthful of cock! POZ COCK! The next guy reached out to restrain my arms. I saw that he had two different 'toxic' symbols on his forearms. As the last guy stepped behind me, I saw an angry looking scorpion tat on his chest. I heard him spit and then he entered me roughly, but I could only moan helplessly with the first guy's dick filling my mouth. They occasionally rotated and the pozzing went on for what seemed like hours. Guys from the club came and went. Most stopped to stare in awe. Many of them jerked off while watching. They probably thought they were looking at some staged scene. You know....helpless bottom gets gangbanged by 3 hard-looking poz fukkers. They didn't know that IT WAS REAL! Every time one of them came inside me, our audience cheered them on. My head drooped with shame! Finally, they were done. One by one, they presented their dicks for me to clean off with my mouth. The first pig leaned close and whispered, "Did you like that, slut? Plenty more where that came from! You're goin' home FULL of the BUG tonight! We'll be back again on Saturday night if'n you want some MORE!" And with that...they swaggered out.
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I am absolutely gagging for poz loads and want to get it done tomorroow 9Mar or by the end of the weekend. I’m based in Manchester but will get a train to where you are. So Northwest /Yorkshire/midlands to msg me quicker.... kik bbsubslut whatsapp zero seven seven three four three one three two five three
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This is my first time writing any story, so please excuse me if it is shit. Story told from a first person perspective, who is called Nathan, a 25 year old clean cut guy who is about to embark on a sleazy journey. References to drugs and stealthing may occur, read at your own discretion. Please let me know what you think, points for improvement and any ideas y'all might have. Enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1- The News It was a pretty uneventful Friday work day. Come to think of it, it has been a pretty uneventful two weeks. I have been recovering from a crazy weekend two weeks ago, where I went for a grindr hookup, Matt was his name I think? At least that’s what I have him saved as on my phone; we haven’t spoken since that weekend. Then again, there is not much to say, since he just spent the whole weekend fucking me. I consider myself a pretty versatile guy, but there was just something about how he wanted to cum in me again and again and that made me give in. The fact that he was well hung might have helped my decision too. But I paid for it afterwards, my ass was sore and bleeding for two days afterwards. To wake me up from my daydream of remembering how hot the sex was, my phone started ringing in the silent office. Embarrassed, I ran out of the office with my phone and head into the nearest room I could find. Recognizing the number calling is the sexual health clinic, my palm started sweating, and my heartbeat rose.’ Fuck, not another course of antibiotics again.’, I thought. After verifying my details, I was bracing for the results, but should be okay, There has only been two guys who I had bareback sex with since my last test. I would feel guilty afterwards for having bareback sex. But every time a guy who wants to top me bareback, I would let them because it just feels so good getting fucked without a condom and I love the feeling of a guy unloading in me. ‘Nathan, one of your tests came back positive, and it is the HIV antibody test.’ The lady said. ‘What? FUCK. Are you sure? I…I can’t…it doesn’t make sense.’ ‘I am sorry about this news, but from the viral load test we can see that it is a recent infection, but we are going to have to do another tests for you with this result, I have an appointment this afternoon if you are available?’ ‘Yes, when? And how accurate was that test? It can be a faulty one right?. ‘It could be yes, but the tests are pretty accurate now, so I don’t think that the result could be faulty? I have an appointment in half an hour so half 2? Any questions that you have can wait until the appointment.’ ‘Okay yes, I can do that yeah, yeah ok’ Hanging up, my hand shaking, numb. Positive? How? FUCK, WHO WAS THE GUY? It must be Matt, it must be. I knew I shouldn’t have let him fuck me bareback, and so many times! Of course I was going to get it if he was fucking me the whole weekend. My head racing, thinking about Matt fucking me suddenly I can feel my dick getting hard. Jesus, with this news and what he did to me, I am still getting horny?! Trying to not think about that weekend but with no luck, my dick is now rock solid. ‘There is no way I could go back into the office like this,’ I thought, ‘Maybe a quick tug, then off to the clinic.’ Exiting the room and making a quick dash to the toilets, lock myself into a cubicle, undid my trousers and sat down. Phone in hand, my dick still hard, logged into my tumblr for porn. With an affinity to bareback porn, I started my search for it and whilst I was scrolling, one caption caught my eye. ‘Verbal poz fucking’, I stopped scrolling and clicked on it, the nice start to the video, this bottom getting pounded bareback by the top, then the verbal started ‘fuck me with that poz dick, infect me, gimme that AIDs, that’s what I need…shoot that poz cum in me!’. With that, my whole body shook and I came into my hand, barely able to contain all of it. ‘Fuck, why did I find that so hot?! I shot such a big load.’. Not giving it much thought, as I am becoming aware the lack of time I had to head to the clinic, I cleaned up, went back to the office, collected my stuff and headed out. To be continued...
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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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an acquaintance of mine started chasing--for real--recently. he had been taking loads a long time, but it was not until he talked to one particular guy that he finally admitted he was chasing. luckily for him, given what he wanted, he found a poz guy not on meds nearby. the guy was supposed to start taking meds in a couple of weeks. that weekend he took 3 loads from this viral guy, big dicked, hard fucked, followed by fucked by an even bigger dick. the viral guy came back the next week and dumped two more loads. a few days after that, my acquaintance woke up with the sheets soaked, and showing all the symptoms of fuk flu. two friends told him that they had f.f.u symptoms for a few days and it was over. same thing happened to my acquaintance. btw, the viral guy is not going on meds for a while, and they are going to team breed. anyone else heard stories/knew people with what one might call short course fuk flu? he still has not tested, so it is possible he had....the other flu(s).
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anyone in malaga 1st to 3rd Feb?
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Sold Health (Part 01) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “Hey… need a hole to fuck – only 50 Dollars and you can fuck mine” the twink whispered to me. I knew, there would be young hustlers in this part of the park at night. Most of them were addicts. They were shadows of human beings. This one was not finished yet. He was still good looking, but his youth was vanishing. His eyes seemed clouded and he slurred the words. “You got a place to go?” I asked. “There are many deserted areas here. We can find a place easily…” he answered. “Nah… I am looking for a guy to fuck him in his bed” I said shortly and turned around to leave. “Wait… wait… let’s say 30 Dollars and you can fuck me here… what do you say?” he begged. “What do you say, if I give you 100 Dollars for your mouth and a bit of your time?” I replied. “Okay. But my flat is not so… tidy.” he said. “I didn’t expect it to be. It will be enough if you are on your knees and suck my dick there… and maybe some other stuff.” I answered. We left the park and walked through deserted streets. It was way after midnight and the good people were all asleep. We walked without talking. The guy was always two steps ahead and I followed him. I watched his ass move and this made me quite horny. His body was shaking from time to time. Obviously he needed money for his next fix. It was such a shame. He had been a good looking lad once. Don’t get me wrong. He was still doing ok. I have seen worse looking boys. It would be a pleasure to use this one. We stopped at a run down house in some part of the city. The lad tried to open the first door to the hall with his key, but he was shaking so much, that it took him a while to open the entrance. I didn’t touch him… Not yet. I just watched his petite frame. He would have been a cute guy, with his blonde hair and his cute little ass, but he chose the wrong path one day in his life and now he was rushing downhill, with no one able to stop him. “Sorry… I am a bit shaky” he apologized. “Take your time…” I answered with my low voice. I followed him to the second floor and again he had to complete the impossible task, to open the door with his key in a calm fashion. When he finally managed to unlock the door to his flat, he opened the door and he stumbled into his own one room apartment. I stood outside and waited. After a second he came back and looked at me questioningly. “Don’t you want to welcome me?” I asked. “Yeah sure… come in” he said. “No I mean… welcome me, with your mouth - outside of your flat.” I insisted. “Dude… I live here. The people around here know my girlfriend.” he whispered desperately. I stood there calmly and simply looked into his eyes. “Oh damnit…” he cursed. He walked outside into the hall and crouched before me. With trembling hands he tried to open my jeans. It was hilarious how much time he needed to set my cock free. And still it was cute, how bad he needed the money, that he even serviced a John out here in the open, just to get cash for his drugs. My cock hardened already, because of the massage his fingers gave to me, simply by opening my pants. Finally he grabbed inside of my cage and freed my hardening cock. I pressed the button for the floor light. The twink flinched. “Man… please… don’t…” he whined. “Open your mouth and suck!” I ordered him loudly. For the first time I saw his face in a bright light. The lad seemed to be broken already. His face showed the story of his decline. He was working for one thing only and that was his drug. It didn’t matter what kind of substance he abused. The drug ruled his life. His blue eyes looked up to me, while he sucked my cock deep into his throat. He had this pleading look. He wanted me to give him the sign, that we could move into his apartment to finish this job. I nodded at him. Thankfully he smiled at me and crawled backwards into his one room flat. I followed him inside his home. Home sweet home… The whore wanted to get up and close the apartment door. “Stay on your knees dog.” I simply ordered and closed the door myself. “What…?” he asked. “You understood me. Stay where you belong… on your knees.” I pushed the light switch but the room stayed dark. “No light?” I asked. “I didn’t have the money to pay it. I guess they shut down the electricity.” the boy mumbled. On his knees he scurried through the room and lit some candles. “How romantic…” I said ironically. “Can I have my money first? Then I will finish sucking you.” he asked with a broken voice. I interrupted stroking my dick and gave him the 100 Dollars. “Who are these people on those pictures?” I asked and pointed to some photographs on a cupboard.” “That’s none of your business I guess. I will suck your dick…” he argumented. “I paid for that AND your time faggot” I rebuked. The teen moved closer and watched at those pictures. “My parents… and that’s me one year ago. When I turned 18.” he sighed. “That was you? One year ago? May I say it, you look shit today” I replied coldly. “I know. I have changed a bit, but I am still handsome… at least my girlfriend tells me so” the boy mumbled. “You changed a bit?” I laughed. “You’re girlfriend… *chuckles” “Is she a whore too?” I asked him. “Huh?” “Is your girlfriend also a whore like you?!” I repeated the question. “She does what she has to do” he answered. I turned to him and fed him some cock. I like my boys to keep their heads still. It is my job to move and so I held him by his ears and shoved my cock deep into his throat. “Open up” I ordered. “Would it be okay if I would piss into you?” “Ho… mu….” he inarticulated. “What?” I pulled my cock out of his mouth. “How much… can I get for it?” he asked. “So you would drink it. You would be my urinal, for my stinking piss. It just has a tag on it” I chuckled. I will give you another 100 Dollars just to piss. But I won’t use your mouth bitch. What about your bed? Or could I simply piss into your closet… onto your clothes. He could see another 100 Dollar bill waving in front of his face. It took him a while, but then he grabbed for the money. “Easy cash… easy cash…” I repeated. After he accepted the other bill I turned around to the little cupboard and showered all the pictures with my yellow liquid. I laughed out loudly. “Saw that? I pissed on your family. I pissed on your girlfriend and I pissed on you… 18 years old handsome guy…” I grinned evilly. Then I stopped pissing and wandered around. I opened the closet and started another stream of my dark yellow colored piss. “This is okay… for you. Right? I'm allowed to piss on your clothes. Since your flat is a pigsty anyways…” I reassured myself. The guy held his money in his fist and nodded defeatedly. I walked to the fading beauty and crouched next to him. “Listen – you have already lost everything. Do you think you can make it – any time soon?” I asked him seriously. “Maybe… if I get some help. Maybe then I can start a new life” he whispered. I stood up and pushed my cock deeply into his mouth again and rocked softly in and out of his throat. “What would you say, if I tell you tonight… I will give you a great amount of money, if you are willing to gamble with your health…” I asked him softly. “*Hrmpf* I don’t understand…” he interrupted his sucking motions. “You know HIV and AIDS? Sure you know…” I grinned knowingly. “Are you clean…?” I asked him “I am carefully – sharing my needle and I don’t let guys fuck me without a condom” he said. “I got an HIV rapid antibody test with me. We could know within 20 Minutes, if you are infected or not” I told him. “And then…?” he didn’t know my intentions, but he accepted my cock again and suckled on it. “If you are negative… a friend of mine and I will pay you 10.000 Dollars to fuck you bareback. The only risk is, we are both not medicated AIDS Tops and highly contagious. Are you willing to take the risk?” I asked him. The lad was stunned. His eyes seemed to be empty, but I knew his thoughts were rotating around the money. He probably didn’t realize, but he was still sucking my infiltrating cock. “Think of all the things you can do with it. Pay your next fix. Move out to a better apartment with your girlfriend. Start a new life!” I reasoned with him. “You can keep the 200 Dollars and I will leave, if you decide that’s a risk, you don’t want to take” I withdrew my cock from him. “But if you are willing to get POZ fucked, we will pay you the money tonight. My buddy will have the cash on him. And there is still a chance, you won’t get infected. In that case you can keep the money of course…” I explained. “So? Do we have a Deal or No Deal?” I wanted to know.
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No limits total submissive bottom here. Ideally would love to find a master into tying me down blindfolded and gagged. Put up some ads on Craigslist pimping my hole out to all cummers while you use and abuse me all day! Force me to take any and every load...make me your property!
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neg bottom visiting houston hoping to find a top to knock me up. staying downtown near MD Anderson. Can't host. let me know if you're interested.
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How many of you have ever gotten an idea stuck in your head and ran with it? It happened to me in the mid ‘90’s and led me to become poz, or as I was told: “knocked up”. My partner Garret was always the quick talker and instigator in our relationship. He had the ability to talk to people and glean all sorts of information—usually of a personal nature. He told me about this black ex-con named “Stone” who hung out at a particular park downtown who he had “befriended”. In a short time Garret knew a good deal about Stone—he had been in prison under drug charges, he had fucked and bred many a bitch in his years and his nickname came from his name for his fuck tool. Garret talked him into showing off his dick and Garret told me he was more than impressed! Well, being a horny younger gay man, this got me turned on. I decided to check Stone out for myself—just to see what he looked like, of course. I found Stone one early June Tuesday morning in his favored park and despite being rather introverted, I wanted to chat with him as he sure looked hot as I walked by. Somehow I struck up a conversation and I think Stone knew I wanted him. He got me to buy him a pack of cigarettes and buy him a 6 pack of beer. It was worth it to listen to his gravelly voice with a slight southern drawl and check out his hot body. Stone was in his early 50’s, had a perfect “fade” haircut with black hair and just the slightest touch of silver. He was also wiry, muscular, about 5’10” and trim. Did I mention he had a nice basket? When he told me about his hobby of going to a clothing optional beach at a lake just outside the city I said that sounded like a fun distraction! Next thing I knew, I was driving Stone to Hidden Beach and after walking some distance from where you could park, we arrived. The beach was a mix of gay and straight sun tanners…most nudists were in little natural alcoves along the extended and wooded beach. Stone picked a spot down aways and stripped while I made the rounds. Its not that I am bashful, but I didn’t want to come on to strong—I had no idea if Stone swung my way. I was also more or less in a monogamous relationship and mostly I rationalized I was just going to get as much eye candy as I could of Stone. On my first pass back the beach trail I saw Stone lying on his stomach with his muscular and hairy ass exposed. Fuck! I may be a bottom, but that ass made my mouth water. After about an hour and a half, I went to retrieve Stone for our drive back in town, I was most impressed to find Stone leaning against a tree in all his glory—tight abs, significant coarse body hair and a big floppy uncut dick. As he was smoking, I made a little small talk before mentioning we should head back. I am not sure I would say that Stone was easy to hang out with—he oozed sex and I got tongue-tied, but I was getting beyond horny fast! We repeated our outing on Thursday and the following Tuesday. Something had to give—I should have just walked away, but Stone was now the man I had to have. Tuesday proved to be a fateful day. Stone and I repeated our previous week’s pattern including having a chat with him showing me his hot body when it was time to return from Hidden Beach. Stone was pretty talkative after sucking down some of the beers I had bought him. He talked about life in prison and he was pretty candid about what it was like—including using men for sex. My dick was hard as a rock as he explained that he was mostly straight, but a man has needs and a prison punk could do a mighty fine job of draining his nuts. He looked right at me while he said that and I blushed. I noticed he was now fondling his impressive dick and he said all this talk was making him horny. I quickly chimed in that I felt the same way. Stone stared at me while he worked on a cigarette and slowly worked his tool to full glory. I imagine my eyes just about bulged out of my head! Stone just stated “you want it” and I nodded my agreement. Stone took one more long drag and explained the ground rules. If I wanted it, I would do as I was told with no questions like a good punk and he would use me as his personal bitch. Again I nodded my consent and he said let’s get out of here. I dropped him back at the park and promised I’d return in an hour with some lunch and I’d be prepared to be fucked if Stone so wished to do that. I felt rather guilty cancelling my lunch date with Garret, but I wanted Stone crazy bad and I was going to be the best punk he had ever had! I returned on time with sandwiches and we had a quick picnic. Stone was talking about having a big load and he hadn’t had any pussy in ages. Stone asked if maybe my pussy would do? I told him that it was clean, muscular and ready to go! Stone just smirked, sighed and grabbed his crotch and said there was nothing he liked more than knocking up bitches. “Sounds good to me” was my response. Stone lived in a run down duplex in a somewhat unsavory part of town. He was already walking towards his door as I was getting out of the car. Stone simply unlocked and headed in so I followed him. “Close and lock the door, bitch!” Stone commanded. He cracked open a beer as he headed to his shade drawn room and said “Strip, bitch!” This was followed by “undress me, bitch!” I carefully took his clothes off and folded them as he nursed his beer and cigarette while sitting on the edge of the bed. “Get to work, bitch!” he commanded. I guess I gave him a confused look so he just pointed to the floor between his legs and I was kneeling in a heartbeat! I fucking love uncut dick—a rare treat indeed for me, and I worshipped it by sniffing his musk, licking under his foreskin and chewing gently on the excess. This got me a satisfied grunt. I then showed him my talented deep throat. It was a bit of a struggle because Stone was very clearly over 8” and far thicker than average. Stone had an exceptional dick—a true cudgel with a slightly flared head lined in a velvety smooth foreskin. His dick looked like an angry club and I told him that softly. Stone said I had no idea how his club was going to punish my cracker ass and inflict major damage. It would be months before I knew what that really meant and his promise to “knock me up good”. “Time to toss the salad” said almost gleefully. I hadn’t really heard that expression, but as he spread his legs wider and pushed my head down from licking his hairy nuts, I had a pretty good idea what he wanted! Damn! His ass was coarsely hairy and I showed him that I was an A Grade rimmer! Rimming makes me harder than a rock and I was very good at it as Garret always wanted that as an extensive part of our foreplay. A wave of guilt washed over me at thinking of Garret, but this ass was perfect and I worshipped it to the sounds of Stone’s obvious pleasure. Stone was content to lean back and let me show my respect and subservience as I ate his ass and then tongue fucked him. I wasn’t sure if that was pushing it too far, but Stone let me work his ass over for quite along time. When stone told me to get on the bed, I could see my work had been appreciated—he had leaked a pool of precum by his belly button and the veins on his dark dick stood out in beautiful relief. I couldn’t help licking up his sweet natural lube. “Can’t help yourself, can you bitch?” he asked. I blushed and asked how he wanted me. I was more than surprised to hear him say on your back. I expected him to want me doggy or maybe flat on my belly so he wouldn’t have to think about the fact he was with a punk not a bitch. “Hold your legs apart and show me your pussy!” Stine commanded. He reached on top of his bed stand and grabbed a jar of Vaseline. Not my favorite lube, but it made a nice smacking sound as Stone smeared some over his dick as he shucked it. I like to see my bitch’s expression as I breed her pussy. I hesitated, but asked if he had a condom. Stone just glared at me and then drawled ”You are here to be my bitch and I can’t knock you up in a raincoat!” I wasn’t going to point out to him that I wasn’t likely to become pregnant anytime soon! Still, although Stone was mostly straight and sure seemed like a consummate top, I was a tad nervous going bare. I was about to balk when stone positioned his dripping head against my hole. I remember saying “ummm” as in Ummm…we should play safe, but Stone was already sliding into my initial ring. I swear I could hear it pop as he head was now surrounded by me. “Stone had a glazed look as he said “that’s it, bitch! I am in you and you are going to take your breeding like a good cunt!” With steady pressure, Stone drove into me and it was not an easy stretch for me. I grimaced and said he was going too fast but Stone just replied “this is about me and the sooner you get that, the better off you will be!” You hear stories about a guy hitting the second ring of an ass and it had never meant anything to me, but Stone was in deeper than I could ever remember and the girth seemed to almost knock the wind out of me as he started sawing in and out. I didn’t want to cry out, but I was whimpering loud as his fuck hurt. It took awhile, but eventually my natural self lubricating ass (thank goodness for that!) seemed to smooth out the ride. My hands were clenching the sheets and Stone surprised me again by telling me to hold on to his ass if I was “in such a way”. Feeling the powerful flexing in his muscular hairy ass made it easier to get into my fucking. I pretty much expected Stone to be a 5 minute guy, what with my tight ass clenching him and the fact that he hadn’t cum in days. I was wrong: Stone had major stamina! It was a warm summer day, but not bad with his ceiling fan going. Still, Stone was sweating up a storm and dripping on me within 10 minutes. Rather than finding that gross, I got off feeling his hot body steaming on top of me. I was still whimpering, but that sound was also a sound of pleasure. I was pulling Stone into me so I think he knew that I was getting what I wanted. “Bitch likes being bred” Stone noted. I surprised myself how quickly I asked him to breed me. “You want my seed, bitch? You want to get knocked up by our fucking? You want it, don’t you, bitch! I wasn’t blushing at his talk anymore. I was agreeing to his questions, asking for his seed, his breeding and being knocked up by his fuck. I was thinking of all of this as a metaphor and role playing so I was way turned on to go along. Truth be known: I could see how a woman could take the risk of an unwanted baby if taking an ex con like Stone was in the equation. I would have taken that risk, and, of course, I was taking significant risks from our coupling--far more than I dreamed of! Worries about safe sex were not currently on my mind. I was hard as a rock as Stone took out his needs upon me. Stone bent my legs about as far as they would go and varied how close to my chest they were. He also varied his fucking to make sure that I wouldn’t get too used to his fuck. Believe me, when he went for maximum penetration and force, I yelped and really felt it. Stone was kind enough, after close to 30 minutes to pound me in the way that brought me maximum pleasure. I never said “do me like that” as nobody likes a pushy bottom, but Stone seemed to read my cues well. I don’t know if it was the pressure on my prostate, but with that perfect rhythm now ensuing, I started to moan and milk him as tight as I could. “Bitch gonna cream from my breeding?” Stone asked. I just moaned louder and begged him to keep breeding me. “You want me to stop and pull out?” Stone asked as he slowed down and went shallower but I just grabbed his ass as hard as I could and pulled him deeper into me. “Fuck no! I declared. “You wanted to breed me and knock me up and you can’t do that if you pull out. I want it, Stone. I want your fuck, I want your seed, I want to be knocked up by you—please! I begged “Bitch wants it and is going to get it.” Stone snarled. He was wailing on me and the countdown had started. It was an amazing feeling to have Stone fuck the cum right out of my nuts. The crazy milking that my orgasm created was not lost on Stone. He was huffing and groaning and saying it was time. “Take my nut you fucking stupid cunt! I am breeding you and you will get knocked up for sure! His eyes never left mine as Stone rammed as far as he could and I felt him throb. I swear I could feel the actual jets of cum hitting my walls. The weird part was I felt this feeling of connection—not emotional, but physical. Like power was flowing from Stone to me. I have never done drugs, but I was on a natural high and told him that I could feel him shooting in me and I loved it! Stone wasn’t affectionate, but he sort of collapsed upon me with a loud sigh with his head looking away from me. Fuck it! It may not be Stone’s thing, but my hands moved up and down his sweat slick back. I have strong hands so they naturally gravitated to massaging him as I held him close. I think it felt good and not overly awkward because I I worked him over well before he slid off and out of me. “Fuck that pussy felt good!” Stone beamed. I just smiled and said nobody had ever fucked me like he had—and that was the honest truth. Stone just muttered “you have no idea, punk.” Like a lot of guys, Stone was way sleepy after his strenuous activity and he just said close the door behind you and I’ll see you Thursday. I noticed that the small amount of cum oozing from my ass was tinged pink from blood. “Shit, I’m bleeding!” I moaned. Stone said “looks like I popped your cherry, slut!” With that ado, I nodded, threw on my clothes and let him be. One hot session lead to another and I was taking Stone on at least twice a week. I got off thinking my ass and skills in bed were equal to any woman Stone could have and Stone still seemed obsessed about the act of sex knocking me up. It was a hot expression and it turned me on. Stone injected his baby batter at least a two dozen times over the summer and after Labor Day I came down with the horrible aching flu. It felt like a Mack truck had hit me and I was as sick as a dog for over a week. Garret nursed me back to health and the following weekend he said that he had seen Stone again in the park. My ears perked up and I nonchalantly said “oh yeah?” Garret continued “Yeah, I saw him shooting up last night walking back from the fundraiser at the bar. Guess the rumor is true that he got pozzed from sharing needles.” I felt sick to my stomach as the pieces all went together. Stone had been in prison for drug dealing, must have been a user and no wonder he hadn’t had pussy in ages and why he kept talking about knocking me up like a bitch. I can’t prove it, but I think the power I felt flowing from him to me was the instant of infection in my torn ass. I tested poz that fall and as I had only cheated with Stone and Garret was neg, it was pretty clear that Stone had succeeded in knocking me up!
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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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anyone in manchester area want to meet two guys looking for conversion and in manchester saturday 18th November.
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Seeking Poz, unmedicated Tops in Dallas that want to breed their toxic load deep inside of my negative fuck hole I am not on Prep Location: Dallas/Oaklawn Date: Thursday, November 09 Time: All Day Message me for directions
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Looking back at my initiation to the BAREBACK UNDERGROUND: To be honest, I really just came out as a hardcore barebacker (unrepentant, poz-embracing, anon-crazy, promiscuous) as of 2015 at best. Before that I was just 'flirting with the fantasy' but too timid to go all out! Typically, raw action had been part of my sex-life ,ever since the twink days, but very limited! Much like a clandestine poacher, worried to get caught! In the early stages I put out raw to a few 'daddy-types', although I hate the label. I did it as a bottom, but mostly topping other twinks, thinking I was 'safer' that way... well I was negative but they, I didn't know. Some asked, most just took raw dick; Always typically once the next 'relationship' looked like 'happily-ever-after'! What BS that was! Bareback sports like the big boys play in West Hollywood and Atlanta was a forbidden fruit, a dangerous pleasure, a pursuit causing fear, guilt, and regret. But then events sped up! BAMM! Not just my man, but me too found out we had 'converted'. He was the 'Troyan Whore', and we were now part of the once 'feared fraternity'. Not that I embraced it right away, hell no! Clammed up for years. Then events sped up with my man secretly searching for sex and random players on the WILD SIDE on-line. It was 2015 and him getting caught by me and us agreeing 'Let's BOTH go for it! RAW, no rubbers EVER, no shame, no guilt, no jealousies!' So sometime in May of that year, a dude who bred me (with his hubby and mine in a 4-some) and travels the country breeding and seeding, kinky as hell told me about this site. He said: "The stories are HOT, and you don't have to join to read them!" something like that. But I wanted to join, see what it is all about, and 'compete' in the raw sports and see how I stack up. Take every cock or jump in when the opportunity is right! With a RAW, bulging, precum-dripping cock-head into every jaded man-cunt, balls-deep, and not look back... but late than never!
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[This story is a complete fantasy. Who knows maybe I'll have a slave like this - he'd sorta be my ideal slave…] Jamal started life with things stacked against him. His mom was a prostitute who usually had johns fucking her several times a day. She always took her birth control but with all that cum in her pussy some of it managed to get past the birth control and she got pregnant with Jamal. Being pregnant was the last thing she wanted. Some guys liked fucking pregnant women, but most didn't and it meant she'd earn nothing for a couple weeks around the birth. Jamal was unwanted from day one… Jamal's mom had been pretty once, but after living in poverty getting fucked by thousands of guys, her beauty was "faded" (to put it nicely). She should have lived a better life but somehow things always went bad for her. It didn't help that everyone in her building knew she was a whore. A couple of them would routinely break into her apartment, rob her and force her to give them a free fuck. She tried to hide her money but half the time they'd find where she had hidden the money. She just couldn't get ahead and Jamal was just the latest of a heap of problems that she called her life. Needless to say, as the bastard child of a poor prostitute Jamal was pretty much the textbook definition of "disadvantaged". He was a cute kid - he had gotten his Mom's good looks. His mom was mulatto (black mother, white father) and based on how Jamal looked it seems like his daddy had been Latino of some sort. He was this wonderful light brown color - like the perfect suntan 360 days a year. His hair was coarse, but not kinky… All in all he was a hot little blatino boy, but looks don't count for much when everyone knows your mom gets fucked for a living. He was constantly getting beaten up by his peers, and because he was a little kid there was no way he could fight back. The few times he tried he lost pretty badly. The funny part was he knew some of their fathers fucked his mom - he could be the brother of the guys who were beating him up - but he never said that to their face - it would only make the guys beat him harder. There was a hierarchy to Jamal's world - he was on the bottom and everyone else was above him - it's just how things were and he accepted it. It wasn't just the kids in the neighborhood who'd beat Jamal. His mother had the bad habit of reminding Jamal that she wished he'd never been born. Whenever he did something to displease her she's smack him. If he tried to stop her, it would set her off even more. There were times when she'd just snap and start wailing on him - it was like she tried to soothe the frustrations of her miserable life by using him as a punching bag. There were teachers and counselors at school that were supposed to figure out what was going on but most of them didn't care. Plus his mom told him if he ever reported her his life would get a lot worse - not better. So he just put up with it an hid the bruises as best he could from people like teachers. Abuse was part of his life and as far as he could tell it would always be that way. The question of who his father was was one that always haunted Jamal. He used to fantasize about who his father was. His dream was that he could figure out who his father was, and even though he was his bastard son and would never be the equal of his legitimate siblings, he would at least know where he belonged. It was the feeling that he had no home, no safe place, that really hit him the hardest, and he knew even if he found his father that wouldn't necessarily be his home either - but at least he'd have something concrete to fantasize about. Jamal learned early on that he couldn't stop the abuse but if he kept his head down and did things like avoid eye contact, it helped a lot. When he had to interact with someone it was best if he just tried to give them what they wanted or make them happy in some way. Submissiveness was his survival strategy. Even when someone would start beating him - it was better if he didn't resist - if he just took it without complaint. Jamal was a broken and damaged kid. The only part of his life that seemed to go well was school. It was a crappy school where the teachers didn't really care, but Jamal came to realize that he was actually pretty smart. That, and his willingness to please, earned him good grades. He was pretty much a straight A student - not that that made much of a difference in his rough and tumble world. It just meant some of the kids would force him do to papers and then beat him up if the paper he wrote didn't get an A. To make matters worse his mom just kept telling him he was worthless - that brains didn't matter - that he'd get nowhere 'cause he wasn't much of a man - he was so small and submissive he'd never amount to much of anything. So even the one thing where he could have gotten some self-worth was taken away from him… When Jamal was 8 some of his mom's clients expressed an interest in him. His mom thought it was disgusting, but she also saw dollar signs. As much as she despised "faggots", to her it was free money. Even with her trying to keep it on the down-low (she didn't want to be known as the mother of a faggot), it wasn't long before Jamal was out-earning her, but it only made Jamal less of a man in her eyes. He was her meal ticket and she despised him for how he earned his money. Without going into detail, Jamal was pretty much perfectly suited for his new "profession". He was submissive and willing to put up with just about anything to get by. And his desire to please let the johns think they weren't really abusing him and the men coming back for repeat visits. Of course it wasn't long before the kids found out that Jamal's mom was whoring him out - and that just made things worse with him. He'd come home with new bruises every day. And when his "clients" saw the bruises they treated him worse. It was cyclical - the sex just got rougher and rougher as time went on… The abuse just never seemed to have an end. Jamal stopped seeing his body as _his_ body - it became a shell he lived in that other people used as they saw fit. He felt hollow and yearned for acceptance and love - but he didn't even know what that meant. He just knew it revolved around one word - "daddy" - the one thing he'd never had. Jamal contacted me a few months before his 18th birthday. He found my blog and told me he thought I was the perfect daddy top. He'd send me pictures of himself. I had to delete some of them immediately 'cause he shouldn't be sending pics like that, but he was hot. The best part was that he didn't understand how hot he was - he saw himself as pretty much worthless. He had good grades in school, but his school was so bad there was no way he could compete in college against people who had gone to better schools. And with the exception of his teachers (who largely just took him for granted), everyone around him despised him and told him he was a piece of shit. While 17 is legal in New York, he lived in Philadelphia and I wasn't about to bring a minor across state lines, so we just chatted online. After a month or so he opened up to me and started showing me the bruises, but I couldn't really do anything. He begged me not to report his mother and given that it had been going on for years I figured he could stand a couple more months of it. He didn't even tell me enough about him to do a report. He told me his name was Jamal and he lived in Philadelphia, but that was all I knew. We kept chatting and I could tell I was becoming a bit of a daddy figure to him. It was cute. At the same time it sorta turned me on to hear how he put up with physical and sexual abuse without complaint. It was just his life and he expected it. It was no big deal to him. A couple days before he turned 18 I tried to reach him online but he was wasn't around. The next day - same thing. Being offline so long was usual for him. The morning of his birthday he still wasn't online and I started getting worried. I wondered if the abuse finally went really bad. Then in the middle of the afternoon my doorbell rang, I opened the door and there he was. I didn't remember telling him my address, but somehow managed to find me. It was one of the hottest days in August. He was sorta sunburned and incredibly dirty. But he still looked incredibly hot. It didn't hurt that he had almost nothing on - no shirt, just these thin little running shorts which clung to every curve in his body 'cause he was dripping with sweat and his shorts were soaked. It was also clear he didn't have underwear on - his thin wet shorts were showing every detail of his half-hard dick. I could actually see his dick twitching and growing pretty quickly. In a matter of seconds it got so hard it started tenting his shorts and he was big enough that the head started poking out under the bottom of his shorts. "Can I come in?" He was so submissive - he barely looked up at me - mostly just stared at the ground. "Of course boy…" (I didn't want my neighbors to see a half naked little boy standing at my door with a hardon). As soon as he was inside the door he dropped to the floor and got into a little submissive ball and started kissing my feet. He begged me to let him stay. Said he'd be a good boy and I could whore him out just like his mom had - he'd earn his keep and wouldn't be any trouble. "Please daddy, please… My mom will know I'm gone by now and she'll beat me pretty bad if I go back. I always delete our chat history - they'll never know I'm here. I'll be good, I promise." I'll do anything you want daddy, please daddy, please… Please let me be your boy… I'll be a good boy, I promise…" He was having verbal diarrhea offering everything he could think of to get me to let him stay. I just stood there for a little bit and let him beg. "…If you want to beat me, I can take it… Anything you want daddy… Please…" I didn't really respond to his request. He was filthy dirty and I just wanted to start with getting him clean. "Follow me boy" and I led him up to the bathroom and he followed quietly - he knew the time for talking was over. "Take a bath boy - you're filthy." "I'm sorry sir, I walked here." "You WALKED here?" I said incredulously. "You walked here from Philadephia?" That's like 100 miles. "Yes sir. I went to the park near my house a couple days ago just to get away from my mom for a few hours. Some kids started beating me up. They ripped my shirt sir. I thought about how I'd be 18 in a couple days. I just had enough and wanted to get away. I need a fresh start sir. I just started walking and didn't go back. I didn't have any money on me, so I figured I'd just walk. You're the only person who I thought might take me so I headed toward you. I'm good at remembering details and while a back I had figured out who you were and what your address was. Luckily I remembered the address correctly." No wonder he was dirty - he'd been walking for 3 days to get here. His shirt was gone 'cause it had been torn by the guys who beat him up. He had used it as a rag and to keep sun off him, but had finally discarded it when he got to NYC. And most remarkably he had walked 100 miles in cheap flip flops. His feat were a mess, but as he bathed in the hot tub the layers of dirt came off him. When he was done this cute little boy emerged from the water. He was adorable and there was no way I could say no to him... There was one thing I meant to tell Jamal before now, but had just never gotten around to it. I had converted a couple months earlier. Not exactly sure how it happened, but I had what seemed like the fuck flu and when I went and got the test it came back poz. I hadn't gone on meds yet - I was still waiting to see how my body would respond. Here was an 18 year old begging me to "be my boy" - on his 18th birthday no less. He had no clue what he was asking for, but given his life up to this point I figured he probably wouldn't care. Being pozzed by me was better than his life back in Philadelphia. I didn't say anything about that and I didn't really tell him I planned on granting his wish to stay with me and be my boy. When the water drained out of the tub I got out the the spray nozzle for douching and asked if he knew what it was. "Yes daddy, my mom has me use something like that…" I told him I'd be in the bedroom when he was done. 5 minutes later my naked little boy came to the bedroom and climbed into bed with me (since he hadn't eaten in two days douching didn't take long). He was so small and frail - just 5' 2" and barely over 100 pounds. I could see why fighting back was never an option for him. Even though he hadn't eaten in 3 days, but he wasn't asking for food - he was so submissive he wouldn't even make that simple demand of me - it wasn't his place. I think he thought he needed to earn his meal. He didn't even make much eye contact with me. He just got on his belly, ass up, looked the other way and said "it's yours daddy…" and spread his ass cheeks. Damn that was a fine ass! I grabbed the lube, lubed up my dick, and pushed into his sweet boyish hole - no foreplay, no tenderness - we both knew he was just a fuckhole. My big PA hurt him as it went in, but he put up with it. God that was a sweet hole… Silky smooth and still pretty tight despite all the use it had seen. I came on like the third stroke, but I knew that was just the first of many loads - I'd last longer on the next load. I kept my dick in him and slowly pumped his hole. It was so warm and tight - and now well lubed with my poz cum - it felt incredible. After 20 minutes of slowly pumping his ass in almost complete silence I got my second wind. This time I fucked longer and harder. In fact it was a pretty rough fuck. I pounded him for 15+ minutes and my PA was really tearing him up. I started seeing a little blood on my dick and I knew there was no way he would be neg after this fuck. Finally my second load came. And I collapsed on top him in a wet sweaty mess. As we lay there with two loads of my high viral load poz cum in his ass I asked him if he'd ever been tested for HIV. "No sir - I haven't been tested. I've been fucked a lot, but mostly by straight guys, so I can't really say what my status is." We spent the rest of the day in bed - other than getting out to have a bite to eat (he was ravenous). I pumped two more loads in him that night and one the next morning. I wanted to know what my boy's HIV status was so the next morning I took him down to the free clinic and had him tested. The test came back neg - we were both a little surprised. I guess the guys his mom lined up really were straight - it helps to not get fucked. It sorta turned me on that he had gotten a neg test result while there were 5 loads of highly charged cum percolating in his guts. When we got home he asked me "Was neg the result you wanted daddy?" I told him neg was perfect. I put him face-down on the living room floor and fucked him again… I could tell the weight of me pounding into him and the hardness of the floor under him hurt him, but he didn't seem to mind the pain. As I was about to cum, I said "You want me to be your daddy forever, right?" "Yes daddy, I've wanted that for a long time - even before I contacted you." "Good boy… Take my poz load boy… I just converted and I'm not on meds - those loads last night and the ones I'm going to keep pumping into you… They're going to make you mine - I'll be with you forever boy…" It was like a curtain opened and everything changed for him. He flipped around, put his legs in the air and shoved my cummy cock back in his hole, and then spontaneously pulled me towards him and kissed me. He had the biggest grin on his face. He had found his daddy… [to be continued...]
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Aussie neg bottom visiting LA. Need to be converted
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Looking for a Top/Vers Friend too share his Gift!
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I've barebacked too many times to count and I've knowingly fucked and been fucked bareback by poz guys. But I've never taken a poz load (that I know of). But I know it's only a matter of time. The crazy thing is, I am actually "straight". This is the way I imagine it will finally happen... I will be buzzed, possibly bordering on very tipsy. I will have gone out for the evening. I will have chatted with girls, who for some reason or another, I just couldn't convince them to fuck a random guy that night. So I will have gotten bored and gone home. Maybe I stopped by this site to read any new stories, but I'm sure I will check out Adam4Adam and Barebackrt. I'll see if any of my "friends" are online and I will do my search for guys who are listed as poz, or practice "anything goes". But I see one poz guy in particular who I've chatted quite a bit with. He's invited me over several times, and for whatever reason, I just never took him up on his offer. But tonight is different. I am just drunk enough, and just horny enough, to say what the fuck, and agree to come over. He lives somewhere in Manhattan, and since I'm centrally located in Hells Kitchen, it is an easy cab ride to his place. I'm nervous when I call him from the door. Now is my last chance to chicken out. But I don't. He buzzes me inside. I ride the elevator up to his floor. My stomach is in knots with anticipation and fear. I know what's going to happen when I get to his apartment. And so does he. In our previous chats, I have made it crystal clear to him that I am neg and the idea of him pumping his poz cum inside me turns me on. He has told me several times that he will be the one to convert me if I want. I knock on his door. He opens it and invites me inside. The lights are low because I told him online it would help lower my inhibitions. He's wearing a towel around his waist and that's it. he looks just like he does in his online pictures. He's older than me, but sexual energy is radiating off of him. He asks me if I want something to drink. I say sure. He tells me to make myself comfortable. I ask him where his bedroom is and he points me the direction. He disappears into the kitchen and I walk into his bedroom. The lights are off and it is quite dark. I begin to take my clothes off as quick as I can so that I am naked when he returns. Once I am naked, there is no going back. My clothes fall away as my inhibitions do too. I toss my clothes in the corner and climb onto his bed. The blankets are already messy, it appears he was in bed before I got there. He walks into the room. "Do you want me to leave the lights off?" he asks. I tell him I would like that, that the dark will allow me to tap into inner pig, that hides in the light. He comes over to the bed and hands me a cocktail glass. "All I had was Jack and Coke." I take a sip and can tell he had more Jack than he did Coke. But the alcohol will add to my present inhibriation, so I take another drink, upending the glass until I finish the drink. He laughs. "I guess you don't want to waste any time do you?" I answer his question by pulling his towel off, then pulling him onto the bed with me. Our bodies lay side by side, facing each other. His cock is already hard and the tip is pressing ontomy cock. I am getting stiff now too. My heart is racing a million miles an hour. We begin to kiss. It is a frenzied, passionate kiss, driven by alcohol and pure sexual tension. Both of us now begin exploring each others bodies with our hands. We find each others cocks and begin to work them. His dick feels so good in my hand, so big and hard. I just know that I need to taste it. We roll over so that he is on his back and I am positioned over him. I break over kiss and move quickly down to his cock. Without any hesitation I begin sucking him, greedily using my wet mouth to work over his shaft, paying close attention to the slit that is beginning to ooze precum. It tastes a little salty, but because I haven't been with a man in such a long time, I crave to find out what his cum tastes like in my mouth, so I get busy, sucking and stroking him. I hear him moan, my guess is, he is enjoying my efforts. I continue this for a couple minutes, when I decide to go for it. I have shown up at some random online guys apartment in the early morning hours, and I am now sucking his cock, his poz precum mixing with my spit. But I want to feel his cock inside my ass. I pull myself up his body, on top of him, so that I am straddling him. My hole is positioned directly over his rock hard cock. I reach behind me and find what I want. I jerk him a little bit to ensure he is hard, but that is something I don't have to worry about, that pole could drive nails. Then I move his cock so that his head is now moving up and down my crack. The spit from my blowjob and his precum is all the lubricant I need. The tip of his cock finds my hole. This is it. "Are you sure you want to do this", he asks. "Do you want me to give you my poz seed?" I answer him by pressing the head into my hole. Because I haven't been fucked in quite a while, there is pressure for a moment, but I am so horned up and ready, I easily loosen up, and he begins to slide in. I release his dick and allow him to begin the work. He starts to slowly pump my ass with his cock, in and out. I am so incredibly fucking turned on right now. His cock feels absolutely amazing, it's touching all the spots I need touched. And the energy rush shooting through my body because I have a raw poz cock inside me, makes my own cock harder and I begin to match his movements, trying to time his thrusts with my own. We've now established a nice slow rythym and we begin to kiss again. With every thrust, I feel him moving deeper inside me, and I moan with pleasure. He is also moaning, as I assume he is enjoying my nice tight hole. My brain is spinning. I am breaking taboos (again) and doing what I shouldn't be, but there is no place I'd rather be, then on this guy's bed (I dont even know his name) with his hard bareback poz cock fucking me. He's got me pretty well opened up at this point. He makes one more thrust and I can feel his balls touch my ass. He is in as deep as he is going to get. "Does it feel good," he asks me. "Oh my god yes" is all I can answer. "Your cocks feels alive inside of me. It's so fucking hard and filling my hole." He moved his ass a little, moving on the bed just an inch or two. "Tell me how this feels." At that moment, his cock feels like it grow an extra inch in length and width. I gasp at how good it feels. He chuckles. "Yeah, guys tell me they like when I do that." WOW is all I can think. He rolls me over so that he is on top of me, his cock never leaving my hole. He lifts my legs and places them on his shoulders. He begins to start thrusting again, this time, faster and harder. I reach both of my hands to his ass, clamping down, and pulling him in so that I am getting all his cock. But he doesn't need any help. "Grab the headboard instead, so I can really fuck you without any interruption." I do as I am told. Now he is really starting to piston fuck me. Both of us are moaning. The pleasure is overwhelming for me. I am getting lost in all this sexual explosion. But somewhere in the back of my mind, there is a little voice screaming at me about the fact I am being fucked bareback my a random online guy who is HIV positive. I try to block out the voice, but it is getting louder. Now I am starting to think maybe I shouldn't be doing this. But it does feel so good. And I don't want to upset him by spoiling the fun. (I discovered in past fuck sessions that poz tops get very disappointed when I denied them their time to cum inside me) But that voice is screaming at me now. I decide maybe I can be subtle about this, and stop our fucking for a moment and blow him some more. Then if he cums I can shoot it on my face or in my mouth. He is still fucking me when I ask him, "Are you going to tell me before you cum?" He stops pumping my hole. He takes my legs off his shoulders, allowing them to rest on the bed, bent at the knees. His cock is still inside me. "What is it your asking?" I tell him that I just want to know if he is close to cumming and to tell me before he does, so that I can be ready for it, given it will be the first time I have taken a poz load and all. Actually, I want to know, so that I can then make my move to begin blowing him again, because it appears I have let the fear get to me. But his hard cock does feel good inside my hole. My ass feels like it is trying to suck him in deeper. Then he laughs a quiet laugh. "What's so funny", I ask him. He begins to slowly start fucking me again, just barely. "Well I will tell you when I am going to cum, if that's what you want me to do. But you should have told me this before we starting fucking. Because you have already taken one load from me already." Absolute terror shoots through my body like electicity. But in the next millisecond I am turned on beyond belief. My hole clenches around his cock as he begins to fuck me faster. "Yeah, remember when you said you liked that little trick I did that made my dick feel like it grew?" He was sliding in and out of me now in a nice rapid pace. My depraved imagination told me I could feel his poz cum lubing my ass, making it easier for him to plow me. "Yes, you don't need to worry about taking your first poz load. I gave you quite a bit that first time. So I guess I should say, welcome to the club." He had really picked up the tempo and was driving his cock in and out of me. My head was spinning with excitement and fear. I wanted to jump up from the bed, run to the bathroom, and try to get rid of his load, but there was absolutely no way I was moving from that spot. I was right where I wanted and needed to be. I had said fuck it, and now I had finally taken that last step. I had some random online guy's poz cum inside my ass, just like I had fantasized about so many times. I licked my lips, tasting saltiness of either my sweat, or traces of his precum from earlier, when I still hadn't gone all the way. He was plowing me now, and it was a bit painful at this point. But for as much as it hurt, it felt wonderfully good. He reached under my hips and pulled me as close to him as he could get, ramming my insides. I grabbed my cock and started to jerk it. I was on fire with horniness. I had become the pig I wanted to be. His body jeked a bit and he stiffened, but kept fucking me. "I cumming!!!" He yelled at me just as he took one last thrust, pressing his cock as far deep in me as it would go. I think I could feel his hot poz seed spurting deep inside my body, filling me with warmth and his DNA. I continued frantically jerking off and then erupted my own cum from my cock. I felt it hit me in the face and on my neck. I quickly used my hand to scoop up all my cum I could find and began feeding it to myself. I swallowed it all, savoring my own taste, while quivering my the breeding he had just given me. "Wow!" I could feel his cock softening and he pulled himself out of my hole. I reached down and probed my hole with my finger. It was hot and sticky, his cum oozing out. I scooped up a little and brought it to my mouth. As I brought it to my tongue, he leaned in and kissed me, our tongues mixing with the cum. Then he stopped and got up off of the bed. He picked up the towel and wrapped it around his waist. "So is it everything you thought it was going to be?" He found my clothes on the floor and tossed them to me. It had been everything I had ever fantasized about. The hot fucking, the stealth pozzing, then letting go and being flooded with his cum. I had loved it as much as it had terrified me. But all I could answer was, "Yeah I liked it." I started to get dressed, sitting on the edge of his bed. All of the sudden the lights in his room came on. I squinted. "No need to be shy now boy," he stood at the foot of the bed. "I will always be apart of you now. I will flow through your body. Congratulations." As he stood there smiling, I saw a red biohazard tattoo on the inside of his arm, that I hadn't noticed before. He noticed me looking. "Nice huh, maybe you'll end up getting one of these too." I had finished getting dressed and stood up. He began to usher me out of his room. "Ok, time for you to go. I need to work on getting another neg guy over here so I can convert another one of you chasers." He walked me to the door and opened it. "When you're ready, come see me again." And with that he shut the door behind me. I looked at the clock on my phone. Amazing, I had only been at his place for less than 30 minutes. It had seemed like I'd been in there for hours. But in that short time, my life had been changed. His poz cum might take in me, or it might not. Time will only tell. But the important thing, was I had finally crossed that line and knowingly taken a poz load in my ass. Now there would be no reason for me not to take others. In less than 30 minutes, my entire sexual path had been changed. I was never going to quit barebacking, and that meant with girls too. So if I ended up remaining neg, then I'm sure soon enough someone else's bug would catch with me, but if he had indeed pozzed me, then I was going to start passing the gift along to everyone I could. I left his building, saw a bodega open late night and walked over. I was dying of thirst. When I was back out onto the street and walking towards the intersection to find a cab, I looked over towards his building, a taxi stopped and a single guy got out and walked up the same door I had just left. I wonder if he knew what he was getting himself into... So like I said, all that story was fiction, but I really do see it playing out like that. I will be tipsy one of these nights and will end up with some lucky guy pumping his poz cum inside me. And then the fun will begin. Anyone on here want to be that lucky guy???- 4 replies
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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.- 10 replies
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Here in New Mexico and looking for the load that will change my life. Have been treated for Syph recently but still have a chance to infect others. I am a bug chaser and I need the gift shot into my ass over and over, as deep as you can get.
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Recently, out of nowhere, I had a dream about my buddy Jeff. I hadn't seen him in at least a year and a half, and we'd lost touch over time. I'd stopped checking in to the cruising sites where we would chat from occasionally about how nice it would be to see each other again, but never made specific plans to do so. Frankly, he'd pretty much dropped from my mind. It happens. Life changes, people move on. But then he appeared. Vividly. I could taste and smell him, and feel his strong, sinewy furry body. He was fucking me. His eyes were wild, and I hungered for what was in those eyes. I kept asking him to feed me. His response was always a whispered "yeah...", never missing a stroke. He was machine-like in plowing my ass. I could feel myself getting hungrier and hungrier... Then I woke up. Sweating, agitated, surprised, confused, with a raging hard-on that I immediately took care of. I shot a massive load picturing the end of the dream, when Jeff finally feeds me, giving my ass what it's looking for. The surprising and confusing part was that Jeff was HIV positive, and I was neg, but craving his load. It shocked me; but from then on I couldn't get him out of my mind. I had met Jeff originally at a park near where I used to live, in an industrial area along a river. We met up late one night, cruised each other briefly, then walked back toward the woods to a bench from which you could see any cars pulling into the park. In the low light we devoured each other: kissing, pawing, taking turns on our knees. Eventually he sucked my load out of me and we swapped my cum for a bit. We exchanged numbers and screen names and kept in touch. We played a couple times after that, at his place, where we could get naked and explore. He had boundless sexual energy that blew my mind. We sucked and fucked each other silly, but used condoms since I was neg. At one point he slid his bare cock into me, but I asked him to put on a condom. He said he thought I'd changed my mind. I almost did. There were times after that in our chats when he said he wanted to breed me. I always took it as just that: chat. After my dream, though, I was starting to think of it as something more. A couple nights after my dream I was back in my old neighborhood at night, and though I'd cruise by the park to see if anything was happening. There was--Jeff's truck was there, and he was not in it. My heart started racing, and I darted out of my car to see if I could find him. Sure enough, he was standing by the bench where we first met, looking out at the water. He saw me and smiled, and I didn't waste one second heading over and planting one on him. My hands worked quickly at freeing his cock from his jeans, and dropping my shorts to the ground. They were gonna get muddy, and I didn't care. I lowered myself to the bench and took his cock deep into my throat, getting it nice and slick. He grabbed my head and fucked my throat a little, pushing it balls deep into my gullet. Then he pulled out, and bent down to kiss me. When he stood up I threw my legs back to give him access to my hole. He immediately buried his scruffy face in my ass and munched ravenously, then stood up and slapped my hole with his cock, looking into my eyes. I smiled and pulled my legs back further. He smiled back and dove right in. My head was spinning as he plowed me with his big ol' poz fuck stick. I ran my hands over his furry body and reveled in his primal fucking. I looked into his eyes and recognized the wildness I'd seen in my dream. My smile widened. He kept fucking in a steady rhythm as he asked, "Are you still neg?" I nodded. "Are you OK?" he asked. "Feed me," I said. "Give me what my body's hungry for." "Yeah..." he whispered. His pace quickened. "Time for me to breed you buddy." I nodded in agreement, and with that watched his face change, eyes locked intensely on mine, as he unloaded his poz seed deep in my guts, grinding me into the bench, pushing it in as deep as he could possibly get it before pulling out with a pop. I licked his sweet cock clean, then kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of ass juice and poz cum with him. As we held each other and exchanged big shit-eating grins, he patted my still-bare ass and asked, "So does this mean we can do away with the condoms?" "You bet!" I answered, giving his dick a gentle stroke. "Good...then follow me home. I've got several buddies who I'm sure would be more than happy to help us celebrate your newly-found freedom." I wasn't about to pass that invitation up.
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Visiting June 7 to 13. Looking for poz tops to breed and knock up my neg ass. Up to flip as well.
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