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I went to the Baths and hooked up with this Old Sleaze. He took me to his room and wanted to fuck me raw, but I insisted on a Condom. He pulled out a little bag of Tina, and drew out 5 lines. He snorted one and urged me to try it. I was a little nervous cause I'd never done drugs. He told me it was no different from Poppers, only stronger. So I tried one line and felt kinda weird. The Old Fucker complemented me on my stamina, and urged me to do another. I ended up snortin' all four and was fuckin’ flying. The Old Sleaze opened the door, hoisted my legs to his shoulders, and fucked the shit outta me. Then the Old Fucker put Tina on the Dickhead of some emaciated Lurker who'd observed the whole thing from the hall. The Lurker Creep plowed my Ass, too. The two of them colluded for a minute. I only overheard bits and pieces of their conversation cause my attention span was kinda short; but from what I gathered, the Old Fart was anxious to get rid of me, cause he hadda be on his way. The two of them escorted me to the basement and put me in a Sling. From then on everything was hazy. I drifted in and outta consciousness; but, by morning, I'd been fucked by maybe 20 guys. I tested POZ three months later, and have been a bareback devotee ever since. OK, so I've switched allegiance and now I am a Top. But that first time with meth was overwhelming. I'd relinquished all control over my body. I knew what I was doin' was risky and still forswore saying "no."
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I'm neg. Always been a top (only bottomed once in highschool) and I don't get pleasure from bottoming. But lately I've been craving being hate-fucked. Less for my pleasure and more for the mind-fuck. The whole psychology of being tied down on my bed when a guy walks in is really intense for me. Anyway, I've done this twice so far (and these were the only times I've barebacked before). For those who have become poz: I'm curious, how many times did you bottom bare before it happened? Disclaimer: I understand it can happen after one occurrence.
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This story needed a major clean-up. It was written e. e. cummings style, so to speak. Punctuation at a minimum, few capital letters, run-ons. I have tried to save some of the style of the original text, but suppose my success is limited. Enjoy. ************************************************************************************************** 'Yo, guys - 20 year old poz boi here. I’ve been poz since I was 18. To be honest when I found this site that someone sent me a link of it at first thought it was really fucked-up, but then I got to reading stories and postings on this forum and, well, it fucking turns me on. So, I'm posting the story of how I got pozzed. Actually what's kinda funny is I've never even referred to it as "getting pozzed." I've always said "when I became poz." ‘Poz’ was never a verb to me until now - but anyway, here’s my story. I started having sex with guys when I was 16. The first time was with the guy who was my BF for a whole six months. We went to school together here in my home state of California. I lost my virginity to him, and we did it bareback. Of course it turned me, on but shit, I was 16, it was my first time, so anything turned me on. I don't think at that time it had anything to do with it being bareback. I almost always bottomed in our relationship. For that matter, I've always been a bottom. I seem to recall I topped him twice in that whole time we were together. Of course he was the only guy I was fuckin’ around with during that time, and yes, always bareback, and I always took his loads. I guess the seed was planted, so to speak, because whenever I knew Jason was about to cum, I would grab on to his ass and pull him into my ass as deeply as possible. I loved having him cum in me. Our usual position was with me on my back, my legs on his shoulders, and him pounding my hole until he came. I occasionally wrap my legs around his torso, and reach as far forward as I could to grab his ass and pull him deeper, doing this just as he shot. Guess I wanted to make sure I got every drop. Sometimes we managed to kiss really deeply, just as he shot his load. In sex, it pays to be dexterous. But as I said, I didn't think anything of it then. I just saw our practices as the norm: love and stuff. In any event, he was two years ahead of me in school, so we broke-up when he went off to college in Michigan and I stayed in California. For the next six months, whenever I had sex with a guy, we always used a condom. Yeah, always, and yeah, I missed having Jason cum in me, but I figured it was because I wasn’t fucking with Jason. I didn’t register my discontent was expressly associated with cum. Then, at Christmas, when Jason came back to California for the break, we got together, and resumed barebacking. I loved it so much, realizing that the element of barebacking was what I had been missing. I began to fixate on sperm, realizing I had a thing for cum shooting into my ass. When one time during that Christmas break, Jason and I went to a party. He got really drunk, and while he was trying to fuck me he couldn't stay hard. The proverbial whiskey dick. But he could get hard by jerking-off. So he lay on his back on the bed jerking off while i kissed him and lay next to him. Right when he was about to cum, I stood-up, sat on his cock as quickly as I could, and yes, he shot inside me. I, of course, shot my load all over his chest. I think that was the turning point for me. It wasn’t about Jason, it was about cum shooting in my hole. In the in the three years since then, I been fucked with a condom probably less than ten times, and believe you me, I've been fucked a great deal. You see, during the next semester, after Jason went back to college, I got in to drugs. Mostly meth. Tina. I ran in numerous problems at school, all associated with my interest in drugs. Eventually I dropped-out during my senior year, got a crappy job earning just enough to buy drugs. Now, I don’t want to sound stuck-up but I'm a really good looking guy from a Huntingdon Beach in southern California. Since I regularly surf, I have a nice body, and happen to have a really cute face. I've never had any problems getting guys, and yeah, I ended up with a reputation here around town for being a slut. Which was fine by me, because my reputation and looks meant any guy who wanted to dump a load in a surfer-dude’s ass knew I was available. Hot guys my age, college boys, businessmen. Hell, turned tricks for drugs or I'd hook up with older guys online to PnP. Even if I wasn't in to the guy or didn't think he was hot, I’d get with him if he had tina, and then once I was all high I'd let anyone fuck me. Tina turned me in to a total cum whore even more. Oddly, for the longest time I was still neg. I got tested few months. It was funny because the guys at the Gay and Lesbian Health Center where I got tested would grill me with the question "why do you come back so often?” I simply lied saying I was paranoid, or that my boyfriend kept cheating on me. I made up answers because I was still somewhat embarrassed to admit I was a cum dump. The perversity of human psychology: I wanted, as much as possible, to have guys cum up my ass, but I didn't want to be poz. I hoped I could do one without the other. Well. a month after I turned 18, I was living with a friend. I had been kicked out of my house by my parents four months earlier. Needless to say, I was having problems: no job, no money - and really, really needed tina. I met a guy online, Tim. I guess he was about 35 years old. He saw my picture and wanted me badly. Real badly. Tim would email me at least once a day, sending nasty emails to get me turned on, offering me drugs, money, offered to get guys to fuck me. I had done gangbangs before, and of course had gone to sex clubs, but I still was somewhat scared of Tim because I knew he was poz. I had seen it in his profile on Bareback City (it was still around then), although Tim’s profile on Manhunt didn't say as much - I suppose he thought I didn't know. Naturally, I didn’t bring the matter up in our discussions. I just played him off, but essentially avoided him because he was poz. Well, one weekend I got high with my friend with whom I was living, and being really horny, signed on to Manhunt, and of course Tim messaged me. I don’t really know what thinking, but I agreed to go over to his house. He said he had three buddies visiting, and they were all partying. He sent me pictures of them - they were all in their mid 20s. As I said, I was not particularly interested in playing with Tim, but his friends were really hot, so I guess I just thought I would fuck around with them, not him. I made arrangements for Tim to pick me up at the subway station. He was accompanied by a fourth guy named Brian who had also needed a ride. Brian was, like me, young: 21 or 22. In fact I casually knew Brian knew from non-sexual parties and the dance clubs. I thought Brian was really cute, although I had never made a move on him. In any event, I was even hornier because there were four hot guys, including Brian. My ass was twitching at the thought of the four guys pounding me. When we got to the Tim’s house, the six of us partied for awhile. Yeah, I smoked a lot of shit. While I never liked poppers, I was open to most other stuff, although tina was by far the most attractive. I was probably quite a flirt, because I was definitely the center of attention. The party quickly evolved into the hottest orgy of my life: we all stripped soon enough, and I lay on the bed taking hits and sucking Brian’s cock while three guys were taking turns sucking my cock. I edged Brian’s cock to rigid perfection, edging him just to the brink of orgasm. The other guys segued to fingering and eating my ass, sometimes with two or all three of them with a finger in my hole, naturally driving me insane. With the tina fucking my brain, and their fingers fucking my hole, I was very receptive to the dirty talk the guys began spewing forth. How they were going to fuck me raw and blow their loads in my ass. Brian would be edged me on saying "You want these boys to fuck you? You want these guys’ loads? I would groan in agreement, saying “fuck, yeah, yeah - fuck yes pleaaaaaase" but they kept finger fucking, rimming and teasing my hole. Finally one of the mid-20s guys, Matt, pushed my legs back and put his cock to my hole, all the while Brian was kissing me and saying "You want his cock? You little slut. You want that fucking load don't you cum boy?" My inhibitions gone, all I wanted was cum, and I wanted it so bad I was grateful I finally had a cock in my hole. I distinctly remember feeling like such a slut when I practically yelled out really loud "YES!" once his head of his cock got in my hole. And he fucked me. Fuck yes, he started fucking me while they were all watching and talking dirty and playing with themselves. All the while, our host, Tim, was pretty much watching and jerking himself. Of course I didn’t really care what he was doing so long as his cock didn’t come near my hole. But everyone else was taking turns kissing me while Brian sucked my dick and Tim pounded my ass. He didn’t come in my hole, but rather pulled out and one of the other guys took his place. Guess Matt was saving his load, and that’s how it went for about two hours. The guys took turns fucking me over and over but no one cumming - yet. Everyone was so partied up, so I suppose that helped everyone in holding back, although Brian kept saying the guys would give me a huge deposit - when they finally did shoot, and I kept saying how much I wanted that cum in my ass. Finally while Matt was fucking me, they all started talking about how they were gonna cum this time around, and Matt really started fucking me really hard. I was laying on my back, damn near bent in half with my ass in the air and my knees practically next to my head. Guess the booty bumps may have helped me limber-up. Finally Matt say “I’m gonn’a cum in you, buddy!” To which I wailed “Fuckin’ do it, man! Do it!” The other guys contributed their own encouragement, saying "Yeah! Shoot that load up his hole!” At which point, Matt shot. I was wonderful. I could feel his cock throbbing as he shot and pulsating. He let out a huge groan as he came. Brian was laying next to me calling me dirty names. After Matt pulled-out, one of the other young guys took his place, pounding the shit out of me, saying how he was gonna add his cum to Matt's. He was gonna’ fill up my sloppy hole. And again I was begging for it. "Please, dude, please cum in me yeah do it! Shoot in me! Fill me with your cum!" So naturally, he did. The next guy took his place and fucked me much the same. I was in heaven. The third guy also shot in me too and then the last young guy took his place and started slamming my hole. My dick was so hard, and I was leaking precum like crazy. I remember because Brian was sucking it up and talking about how they were fucking my own cum outta’ my dick. Sweet. Well, the last guy shot, but they were all still talking dirty, and I was still hard as a rock. The advantage of tina: one can never have too much sex. About then Tim took the last guy’s place, lining his bare cock with my hole. I remember thinking really fast what the fuck he was doing, he was poz and going to fuck me raw, but i didn't say anything, I didn’t make to stop him, I didn't protest or move or anything. I just took it. I just put one hand on each asscheek and spread them for him. I knew what was going on. I knew he was poz. I knew this poz guy was about to fuck me, and my ass was likely all torn-up. Perhaps I was thinking at some level that I had been getting fucked raw for years, and had managed to stay neg, so what reason did I have to think this occasion would be any different? I knew the other guys were expecting to watch me take Tim’s load - they wanted to see me take it, and I guess I just decided to go with the flow. As I said, I spread my asscheeks and didn't say a word: the universal signal to fuck. Tim pushed the head of his cock into my hole but didn't go all the way in, at least initially. Perhaps he was giving me a chance to deny him entry. Perhaps he was just teasing me. I don’t know what was going on in his mind, but, with his cockhead in my ass, I reached forward, grabbed his butt, and pulled him all the way in. It seems that was the sign he needed, because he began fucking with energy, and I was loving it. No one said anything like "he's gonna charge you" or anything like the stuff I read in here. They were all relatively quiet as they jerked their cocks and watched the breeding. Largely the only sound was that of his cock pounding my hole, my moaning, and his heavy breathing, and, the sound of jacking, and of course the porn movie that was playing in the background. Everyone was watching Tim fuck me. I don’t know if they knew he was poz, nor did I know if they knew I was negative. The only point clear was that I wanted him in my hole, I wanted his cock and I wanted his cum. Then Tim leaned forward and started to kiss me, so naturally I kissed him back, wrapping my arms and legs around him. About then the other guys began saying things like “Yeah, take it, man.” “Take that big cock.” “Take his load.” About this time, Tim broke off from kissing me, asking me "You want it? You want my cum?" To which I answered “Yeah - do it, buddy!” He came back “You want it? You want me to fill-up your ass?” My reply was unambiguous: “Yes - shoot it in me!” And boy did I beg. Tim was kissing me, practically laying on top of me, his torso rubbing my rock hard cock. Needless to say, all the tension and friction made me shoot. I don’t think I had ever shot as big a load before, nor since. His body coaxing a load out of my cock, the other guys ribbing us on, and my ass full of cum. I shot cum all up and down my own chest and even hit my own face. At which point Tim also came, yelling “Oh fuck, here it cums!" And just as I did all those years earlier with Jason, I reached back and grabbed his ass and pulled him into my ass, close and tight. I pulled his dick in to me as deep as it would go. He shot his poz load up inside me. And I loved every bit of it. After it was all over, I didn't even think about whether or not I was going to convert as a consequence of this poz fuck. Well, I suppose that is not entirely true: sure the question crossed my brain, but I pushed the thought out. I was still horny. We partied for several more hours that night. i got double fucked twice, and for the rest of that night Tim fucked me just as much as the other guys. I know I took at least one more of his loads. Two poz loads from him in one night. In six hours I had gone from being totally against him fucking me to letting him fuck me and shoot inside me as though he was negative. After that night, I fucked-around with Tim again - four times, in fact, usually with a few other guys present. I watched Tim blow a load in to Matt and Brian both. As I said, I don’t know if they knew Tim was poz, nor do I know if they were poz at that time, but, as soon as Tim pulled out of Matt’s hole, I took his place and topped for one of the few times in my life up to that point, shooting a thick a load into Matt’s hole. Probably a poz load by then of my own. Tim became my best fuck buddy. He would organize gangbangs for me and me at sex clubs here in Los Angeles such as the Slammer. However, that was too rough for me. Usually we would go to the Hollywood Spa or the Melrose, or the Kohler Street baths or the Zone. I always took loads. No questions asked. Occasionally I would go to Tim's house and smoke tina while he went on line and invited guys over to fuck me. Sometimes I would watch him fuck guys, also. I think he used me to poz other young guys, because he'd show these 18 to 25 year old guys on Manhunt my picture, and say they could come fuck me. They almost always accepted his invitation, and would cum in my hole. And, after the guy came in my hole, generally they would end-up taking Tim’s load up their own hole. Sometimes a guy would ask about condoms, but once a guy had the chance to slip it to me raw, there was no further mention of condoms. Maybe the guys figured it wasn't an issue - that since I was young, I must be neg, and if I allowed Tim to blow his load in my ass, then Tim must also be neg. Whatever, they were okay with barebacking. And I didn’t care - I just wanted cum, cock and tina, in that order. Well, maybe in reverse order. I can’t really say. Tim and I played around for several months, and probably played with several dozen guys. Eventually I left California and moved to Colorado, to a town where no one knew what a slut I was. No one knew my past. All they knew was that I was fresh meat. It was not long before I was taking loads from them too. Raw, in my hole. More groups. More gangbangs. I wouldn’t say I was a pozzer. I still don't top much. Really, I rarely top. But you could say I did my fair share of pozzing with Tim, although I've lost touch with him. I don’t know where he is or what he's up to, if he's got a new boy or who he has pozzed. I don’t know what Brian or Matt are up to either. For all I know, the three of them could still be fucking around together. Who knows. But I know I'm poz, I know I hate condoms, and I know I take cock raw and encourage tops to cum up my ass. I want and need them to. I have stopped doing meth. Yup. I managed to quit. Can you believe that? But I’m no less a cumwhore. I will always take a load. Virtually any guy I set my sights on will eventually shoot his load in my hole. Occasionally the guys will want to take my load, and I’ll accommodate. Does that make me a charger, or breeder, or pozzer, or gift giver? I don’t know. I would just say I’m a cum pig. All I care about is taking as much cum as I can, and once and a while giving it, if invited.
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East European jock in London this weekend. Hungry to have my ass wrecked, knocked up and injected with cum. Looking for dominant bastard who could set up the party, make me lose control and turn me into greedy receptive cumhole for him to breed, share with his friends and strangers. will let myself be bound, restrained and made sure there no way to escape but to accept my true nature. more pics available upon request i am horny, serious, and willing to take. serious proposals only -
I started barebacking when I was 21. I was dating a guy who was POZ. He was a total Bottom, and I hadn't yet found out what I was—so I accommodated him. After a few torn and ripped Condoms, I concluded I was more likely to die in an auto accident than to acquire HIV from a Bottom. After we broke up I discovered the joy of bathhouses. I had a friend who was big on bookstores, so I persuaded him to go with me to the Baths. I always topped bareback unless the Trick asked for a Condom. All that changed two years ago. For once in my life, I wanted to get fucked. I asked my Buddy to fuck me. In seconds he had his Dick up my Ass. I'd never pried into his Status, but told him to pull out if he were POZ. He did. By the time my POZ Bud moved away, I'd converted to full-time Bottom on an unending quest for a regular Fuck Buds. I took on all Cummers and never asked anyone to pull out. I figured I was POZ already, so what the hell! Life in a small town sucks when it cums to sex. Often you gotta travel for miles. So I didn't get out very often—what with work and all. Around December I couldn't find any sex what with the holidays and bad weather. I sunk into a slump. Over the next several months I had sex with a few local guys. In March I got tested, and the results came back NEG. The Counselor told me the tests were 90% accurate after 3 weeks. In the 3 weeks prior, no one had shot up my Ass, so I had a clean bill of health. I figured that was my second chance, and maybe I should reconsider my lifestyle. I swore off the Baths. I allowed locals who said they were NEG to fuck me—because in a town this size you can't conceal your Status very long. Any POZ guys I ran into always lived too far away—so I could chat without fearing they might want to meat up. Saturday of Memorial Day weekend I worked until evening and didn't have to be back till Tuesday afternoon. That gave me most of the weekend to fuck around. I logged on, intending my first stop to be the local Chat Room, but I misclicked and ended up in a Cincy room by mistake. Within seconds I got an i.m. from a Dude in the burbs. He was really horny and wanted to drive up and fuck me. "You're a Top?" I inquired with some trepidation. "Totally and completely. And I only bareback." I couldn't help it. MY KINDA GUY! "You POZ or NEG?" he asked. I told him I'd just tested NEG, and he announced that he was POZ. "Is that a problem?" I took a deep breath. My ongoing conundrum—POZ or NEG. How I responded could (and did) affect the rest of my life. But simply put, I was bored, lonely, and desperate for sex. I decided to play semi-safe. It'd worked in the past. After all, I was still NEG. "No problem," I responded, "but I might ask you to pull out." "Your call. Ever been fisted?" "I think I'm too tight. Love watersports, though." "Oh, yeah!" "And humiliation..." "Can you call me?" He gave me his number. I called him right away. I gave him directions, and we made arrangements to meat at midnight. He arrived at 12:30. His pic didn't do him justice. He was totally hot. I'm not the skinniest guy in the world, and I prefer partners who are slightly rotund. Otherwise I get insecure thinking I'm fat and wondering what some greek god would want with a fat slob like me. He was thinner than I, but no 6-pack abs or anything, so I felt at ease. I took him in my mouth and shortly thereafter he rimmed me. He slid up my body, kissing me, and pushed in me dry. It hurt, but not as bad as other dry fucks. He flipped me on my back—my knees pressed to my chest, my legs flung over his shoulders. A couple of times he froze deep within me. I was thinking I shouldn't press my luck. I told him to pull out. "UGHHHHH! TOO LATE!" I figured he'd give me fair warning, but he was the strong, silent type. Though it never really hurt, using only Spit for Lube, I knew I had to be torn up inside. I felt elated, yet feared that Fate would yet extract it's Pound of Flesh. He whispered he could cum again; and since I'd already crossed the line, I saw no reason to demur. I could taste my Cum and Ass Juice on his Shaft, unadulterated by latex or lube. I sucked him till I ached. We threw caution to the wind. He wanted me to cum when he did. I jerked slowly, anticipating he'd shoot. Maybe it's my submissive side, but I think a Bottom should never cum till the Top is satisfied. He grabbed my Dick, stroked me, and I shot. True to his word, he spooged simultaneously, whispering what how spiritual it felt to feel me spasm round his Cock. He pushed me on my stomach, and stuck his finger up my Ass, then in my mouth, then back up my Ass, then past my cum-deprived lips, force-feeding me his creamy white Toxin. Since I had just gotten off, I wasn't in the mood for further foreplay. I thought he was gonna fist me and told him that I couldn't handle that. "SHUT UP AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!" I tried—but it hurt like hell. It felt like he was forcing his whole fist up my Rump; and, in retrospect, he probably was. I believe he was purposefully roughing me up, cause, not 10 minutes later, he stuck his Cock back up my Pussy. I reiterated I couldn't take anymore. He responded he'd "MAKE IT VERY QUICK AND DIRTY!" I didn't even feel like a Quickie by then. "Wanna rest awhile?" I hinted none too subtlety. "Nah!" he replied. "Got church in the morning." He shoved his Cock in hard and held it there. I had tears in my eyes; but he whispered, "You can take it. You'll be okay. This won't take but a minute. You'll be a little sore in the morning; but in a few weeks, you'll cherish this forever." He came in me for the 3rd time. I think he knew exactly what he was doing. I was not nearly as relaxed as when GETTIN' POZZED was just a fantasy. I knew he had scratched me up with his nails, just as surely as he had spewed Poison Jizm up my Cunt. I couldn't cum again but I was still hard as a rock. I had taken 3 POZ Loads that Sunday. I wasn't concerned about HIV or AIDS, but I remember thinking that my Counselor at the Health Center would be pissed big time if he knew. It was 4:30 am. I was worn out, and he still had to drive back to Cincinnati for church. We traded cell numbers. On the way downstairs he told me he had a Boyfriend who insisted on playing safe ("What a bummer!" was his aside) and they were moving cross-country next week. Boy, did I feel like a Tramp! I had let the guy POZ me. I found that out later for sure. He had a Boyfriend, so there was no chance for any kind of LTR. And he was moving across the continent—so I'd never see him again. I anticipated his Cum dripping out of my Hole. When that didn't happen, my first thought was that he hadn't cum in me at all. An orgasm is a relatively simple thing to fake. I went to the bathroom. Sure enough I did push out some Spooge—quite a lot, actually. I looked at it in the toilet. It had taken on that buff color that old Cum acquires as it ages. I stared at the Lethal Jizm that had congealed in my Pussy, wondering if it had taken. If my tests came back NEG, then I'd won another reprieve—but would I screw that up as well? Getting POZZED is scary, but potentially liberating. But testing NEG again would bore me to tears. I didn't know how I wanted it to cum out. As it turned out, my druthers were irrelevant. This cat had used up all of his nine lives.- 7 replies
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I'm about to get married (to another male), but I can't shake the pleasure I get from fantasizing about cheating on him. In my fantasies, I'm taking poz loads and still fucking him without his knowing whether I've converted or not. So far, it is just a fantasy, but I'm afraid I will eventually give into it. Does anyone else cheat regularly or fantasize about it? I'm a good person and not out to hurt the man I love. It is just a fantasy.
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I'm not even sure if this link will even show up. But thought a few of you might like to see this, about 20 minutes long. Any thoughts?
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SO a while ago, there was a "tell me a story" thread, which was mostly a single story with people adding their now chapters. I had been thinking about that lately and know not all of us feel able to write a FULL sized story. However, I am sure there are many of us who come up with the "concepts" of stories. Basically short plot run downs. So for anyone who has ever THOUGHT about writing a story, and has a summary. Post it here, and maybe you'll inspire someone >
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Hey guys...30 y.o. white guy here, neg hole, 95% top. Tight, but eager hole ready for as much POZ cock and loads as you could dump in it. I need this bad so if anybody is going or knows anybody who would be interested in breeding the neg right out of me and their hot toxic DNA into me I would love to know about it!! I already set up a "party" ad on BBRT all about it, YoungHungBreeder there so hit me up and let me know? -
I'm wondering if anyone knows the odds of a medicated and undetectable HIV+ man converting a HIV- boy. Anyone have experiences in that situation? I know that a Swiss panel (a couple of years ago) claimed that an undetectable HIV+ person is at no risk of transmitting the virus but that statement has been widely debated. Thoughts? Experiences? -
Neg guy considering a completely bare fuck weekend with anyone who will fuck me and breed me. Come out poz at the end? Chance I have to take. ANyone interested please hit me up. jimco1167@yahoo.com
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I've been a long-term lurker on these sites and wanted to contribute a few small things. Some talented storyteller might find the "germ" of a bigger story. Pinned underneath me Hot May grad bucks his ass up Wants high viral load. Holding legs apart Old top rams youth to creampie They don't ask, don't tell. Barebacking strangers Each thinking "I hope he's neg!" For different reasons. Slut begs "Not inside me!" Tricks's sick cum floods him, he sighs Best conversion yet.
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Here is another hot HIV conversion story from the old bugshare site I am posting here for my bareback blog readers. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/conversion-story.html .......................... I was cruising at a porn shop and locked eyes with this cute boy. He was Hispanic, 5'8”, 160, with dark hair and innocent saucer eyes. He looked young—too young to be in a video arcade. He arched his brows and smiled at me. “How’s it going?” I inquired. “Okay.” “First time here?” “Yeah.” “You into guys?” Although the brevity of his replies made it difficult to read much into his comments, I was able to determine that my bluntness had taken him by surprise, but I was still encouraged: his bulging crotch belied his innocence. “Depends.” “Depends on what?” “The guy.” “Been in the back yet?” He shook his head. “Let’s get some tokens, and I’ll show you round.“ We went into the back video area. It was dark and we could hear moaning cumming from the booths—not all was soundtrack. A variety of guys loitered in the hall and insolently stared at us. I walked into to a glory hole booth and the youth followed me into the cubicle. I told him to lock the door and feed in some tokens. Scenes of engorged young boys fucking and sucking flickered across the screen. He sat close to me, so close I felt his body heat. I placed my hand upon his knee and massaged his inner thigh. His gaze was frozen to the tube, embarrassed by my wantonness. “Been with a man before?” “No” he shook his head. “Wanna try it?” “Yeah.” That was all I needed. I pulled his shirt off, kissing him on the lips and licking his nips till he was moaning. Simultaneously I undid his jeans. His hard cock jetted out below his briefs. His pants and jockeys fell to his ankles while I held poppers beneath his nose. “What's that?” “Aroma therapy—relaxes you.” He sniffed big time. You could tell how much he wanted to “RELAX.” I sat back on the bench and pulled off my clothing. His eyes popped when he spied my massive meat. “Wanna taste it?” He nodded. Gently but persuasively I pressed him down upon my rod. Another dick popped through the glory hole. “Suck It. Suck It all.” He apparently needed some inducement, so I gave him another hit of poppers. He took the cock down his hungry throat. I encouraged him, saying ”It’s okay. It’s safe in here. Mostly Bi’s and married guys. You needn’t worry.” I bent down to rim his ass. Naturally, he moaned in pleasure. I doused his crack with lube and, with some maneuvering, managed to rub my cock against his hole, slowly, very slowly pushing in. The cock on which the kid was sucking abruptly spasmed, and I was pleased to see the boy cough a bit: he had swallowed his first load. Another cock came his way. This time he showed no reticence. As his lips parted, I plowed his ass and plunged into his pussy. He groaned and twitched, but made no effort to push me out of his hole. I speared his cunt and pumped my deadly jizm into his rectal cavity. Preoccupied, he took no notice. I encouraged him to take one load of venom after another. Within an hour, he’d become a total pig. Mission accomplished, I dressed, unlatched the door, and peered out, and immediately spotted a guy with whom I had played. It was Rod, a poz black dude. I waved him in. He whipped out his infected shaft and slid into the boy. I whispered to the neophyte I had to go, and thanked him for the fuck. He groped me one more time and kept on sucking. Hunched over the bench, he took the large black poz cock up his man cunt and a dick of unknown status down his gullet. Rod stuck around to watch the action. I exited the booth, leaving the door wide open to a queue of would-be tops. A few weeks later I saw Rod at the local bath house. He mentioned in passing the youth had stayed until 3:00 A.M. and taken eight loads up the ass, and a dozen down his throat. As I made the rounds, I smiled, thinking how I would greet the young guy when I next saw him. Maybe Welcome to the club, boy!
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I could not control myself on the way from St Louis to Atlanta. I had several clients set up. I'm sucessful as an escort because not only am I hot and masculine, I love fucking men. I'd do this even if I didn't get paid. I can cum all day. Twice I stopped on the road to masturbate by myself, thinking of the fun I would be having later in the evening. The third time an older man followed me and put his fingers in the stall door before I could shut it and slipped inside. He must have known what I wanted. He was a daddy-type, 50ish, greying hair, masculine, an ex-football player guy. I looked at him and thought, boy do I have a friend who'd like you. I had my bug chasing buddy in Atlanta who was meeting me, cute twink type. And he loved older men. No sooner had these thoughts gone through my head than the daddy in the stall unzipped my pants and stroked my cock until it was rock hard. I took out some herb and we shared a few hits. He then dropped to his knees, licked and then started sucking my shaft. I unloaded into his mouth while taking a long hit. Damn was I being a bad boy. I had promised my first client my first load of they day. Well, he wouldn't notice. So I got into Atlanta and to the hotel with my first client, forty something married guy who craves cock on the side. Unlike most married's he's into kissing. We make out for awhile and he's reallying into it, loves tounge kissing while we're stoking. It's a bareback night for me, and I'm his regular bud so I turn him on his hands and knees and fuck him. He's a hot guy, medium hairy, nice build, hot fucking ass in the air. I push my hard cock gently inside him. His only experiences have been with me. He tells me how good it feels to have a man inside him. I rub his ass and back as I start to fuck him. Soon he's loving it, panting and pleading for more. I shoot a big load into him and he's satisified. On to the real fun. I have four clients lined up, all daddy's my twink will love mainly because they are all HIV-Positive. My bug chasing buddy is 5'11" 145 pounds white 8.5 cut. Each daddy pays me $300 for this meeting. In addition to the fee each had to be HIV-Positive. We all meet up at another hotel. My buddy is horny as hell. He picks one to call his Dad and others are Dad's buddies. The one he calls his dad has hepatitis-c in addition to HIV. He gets naked for them as they sit around and watch, and then they all feel him up, even his "Dad", and they play with cock and finger his ass. I'm sitting at the side rock hard and stroking. I'm loving the show. He undresses each of them them and then sensually rubs himself against them. I suggest the Daddies all stand in a row. He sucks them all like that, calling the one 60ish guy in grey hair Daddy. Then he gets on the bed. Before they each take turns fucking him, I use a toothbrush inside his to rough up his hole and cut it up. This would help ensure conversion. His "Dad" really gets into it, calling him "son" and making him beg for his infection. He starts with him on his hands and knees. He's got a belly and it lays on the buddies ass while he's fucking him. His daddy then turns him over and pounds his ass, kissing him and sucking on his nipples. They both are hot and screaming passionately. I'm stroking but holding it back. I want my bud once daddy is done with him. Each daddy takes a turn rough fucking his ass using only spit and the previous daddy's toxic jizz as lube. The twink begs for each of the daddy's to convert his ass as they fuck him. Fuck, so hot how they cum inside him knowing that he is possibly still HIV-Negative. Man do I have one satisfied client base. After "Dad" leaves, I turn my bud and do him doggy style. I love his sloppy ass, so open and lubed with other men's toxic cum. He tells me how much he loved the daddies' barebacking him and that sends me over the edge, shooting my last load of the night into him. We make out for awhile and fall asleep. The next day I had a date with a doctor outside of Nashville. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/03/daddies-poz-fuck-bug-chasing-twink.html- 1 reply
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Just to get away, I went to visit Tom, an old FB in Cicero, and to meet his new boy friend Jon (about 5'6, solid 150#, blue eyes, black hair, short beard). Tom had mentioned on the telephone that both he and Jon were "...neg and are gonna stay neg because we never play around." Having learned a year earlier that I was poz, and my VL was around 60,000, I took a perverse pleasure in dropping my load in guys' holes, and if the bottom was negative, all the better. Of course I didn't think it prudent to mention my status to Tom, and for that matter, when I made the plans to visit Tom and Jon, I assumed I would have the best shot at Tom's ass, but now having met Jon, I shifted my focus to seducing him. After a great visit to downtown Chicago and Halstead Street, I was tired, so after dinner I crashed for the night, sleeping soundly. Early the next morning I heard Jon moving about and talking to the dog. Suspecting Tom was still the deep sleeper that I knew from years before, I wandered nude into the kitchen to find the Jon, wearing a towel, his back to me, busy making coffee. I soundlessly walked over to him, slipped one arm around his waist, the other around his chest, licked his neck, then moved up to his ear as I whispered how glad I was that they had invited me to visit. I pulled the arm from around his chest, and slid my hand down his back, under the towel, and down between his buttocks. He arched his butt backwards like a dog in heat. I took him out to their enclosed garage, threw the towel on the floor, made him get down on his elbows and knees. I knelt behind him and rimmed his asshole until it was really wet with my spit, then straightened up, pressed the dripping mushroom head of my PA'ed dick against his hole, and pushed until I penetrated him. Then I slowly sank all 7" into him, and began to fuck him, slowly at first (because I love the feel of my PA twisting & turning inside a guy), then faster and faster, until I was really plowing his ass. It didn't take long until I could feel my balls start to tighten. I rammed as deep as I could inside him, and splattered a huge load of charged cum deep in his neg ass. I pulled my dick slowly from his so that I would leave as much cum as possible in him. He stood up, threw his arms around me & kissed me. Then he said "You are neg, right?" I smiled, nodded me head "Yes". I made him sit down with me, and I held him for 15 or so minutes to ensure that my charged cum had enough time to seep into his body (had I just let him go back into the house, he might have headed to the bathroom and emptied part of my load down the toilet). Later that same day, Tom had to go unexpectedly to meet a client, saying he would be gone for about two hours, but not to worry, Jon would be able to keep me company for that afternoon. I was lying on the bed reading when Jon came in to lay with me. I wasted no time getting us both naked, and Jon started going down on me. When he had be fully hard & really wet, I rolled over on him, pulled his legs over my shoulders, pressed the head of my dick against his hole again, and pushed into him. He grimaced, but I started immediately to fuck him. After enjoying the feel of his hot ass for a bit, I left myself go over the top, rammed into him, and shot a second load in him. Again, I withdrew slowly so that I left as much cum as possible in him, and took him in my arms and held him for the necessary 15 minutes. Early the next morning, I was showering when Jon came into the bathroom, saying Tom was sound asleep. I pulled him into the shower, soaped up his back and ass, and penetrated and fucked him a third time, pumping yet another load deep inside him. Then he scrubbed my back, and we both rinsed off together. Tom called me three months later to tell me Jon had somehow inexplicably converted.
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[Just tonight I found this story on my hard drive, I can't recall where I originally downloaded it. Unfortunately, its only Part One, whoever wrote it never finished it. Be that as it may, its not a bad story, so here it is . . . ] I remember the first game of the league playoffs like it was yesterday. At just age 18 I had made it into one of the most popular soccer teams and the British league. I had known I was gay since I was at least 12, but no one on the team knew, or so I thought. The guys on our team for the most part were drop dead gorgeous. Girls from all over would flock to our hotel rooms, trying to get a peek at our bods or least have a conversation with one of the guys. The girls thought I was pretty handsome, and I did the best I could to keep them entertained in the sight of my buddies. Our first league game was a roaring success. We crushed our competition, and we were invited to a kick ass party at the hotel. While in the shower room I noticed the team manager and a few of the senior players shoulders all had the same, very strange tattoo: it was a red biohazard sign with some Celtic designs. Being a rookie, I had not showered with the guys before. I was quite blown away by what I saw. Jason, the team captain, was covered in body hair. His hair was so thick on his chest that I couldn't even see his nipples through it. Hanging between his legs was a long, thick uncut dick. The head of his cock was hidden beneath a very long loose puckered foreskin. The hair on his legs was thick and black like the hair on his head. Kyle, Jason's best friend, was almost hairless. He had hair on his head, and a little under his arms but the rest of his body was shaved. His nipples were beautiful golden brown circles that appeared to be chewed on or least pumped up. Unlike Jason who kept his foreskin pulled over his dick, Kyle was careful to keep his skin pulled back bunched up behind the head of his cock. You could tell he really cared about keeping it clean and dry. His abs were very well pronounced, and the veins in his legs and arms popped around his muscles. Ian, an up-and-coming future captain, was Hispanic and imported to our league. His body was covered with tattoos. Mostly of Hispanic nature, except for the red biohazard tattoo that he and the other two shared. Ian was not very hairy, just possessing a treasure trail and some fairly bushy armpits. The cock between his legs however was amazing. It looked like someone stretched a brown vein laden foreskin over a beer can. After several knowing glances were exchanged between my teammates I realized I was busted. They had caught me staring and by the looks on their faces it seemed like they were approving of my attention. "Eric, great game man," Jason said as he crossed the shower room and patted me on the back. "Yeah, way to kick some ass man." Ian congratulated as he punched me on the arm. "Bet the bitches would love to get a hold of this piece of rookie meat!" Kyle said as he grabbed my dick. I try to move away but Ian and Jason held me in place. "Dude, it's ok man." Jason whispered in my ear, " we know you're gay, and so are we. We even have our own little club, and we fuck around … a lot." After a few moments of cock stroking, I relaxed and gave in to the pleasurable hand job I was receiving. The guys began chewing on my neck and my dick sprung to its full 8 ½ inch glory. The guys stopped their assault abruptly, rinsed off and headed to the locker room. I hung back in the shower completely amazed at what had just happened. I had been fantasizing about having sex with these guys but thought I had no chance since they were all pussy pounding straight guys. I was so horny and wanted to masturbate right there in the shower so that I could have a good time at the party. I had only just begun jacking off when Jason peeked into the shower. "Come on you bloody wanker, hands off the dick and get dressed. We have a party to get to." Reluctantly I stopped my self abuse and went to the locker room to get dressed. The guys were gone by the time I finished, so I headed off to the party alone. The bar was absolutely packed. The entire team, most of their girlfriends, and half the tarts in the city were all there chatting, flirting and seducing anyone within reach. It was hard to hear yourself think, more or less have a decent conversation with anybody at the bar. I decided to grab a drink and head to the table in the corner of the room out of the way so that I could ponder what had just happened in the shower room. After a few moments of solitude, Jason, Kyle and Ian came strutting towards my table. They were wearing tailored suits, and looking absolutely hot. Drinks in hand, they surrounded me in the booth. We shot the shit for a while, talking about our conquests, growing up gay, and the pressures of hiding our sexuality from the team. I found out that most of the team knows about these guys, but are afraid to say a word because of getting their asses kicked both on and off the field. "You guys mentioned you had your own club, what kind of club is it?" I asked, after having several rounds of alcohol. They looked at each other somewhat apprehensively then seemed to nod in approval that they would let me in on their little secret. "You see this symbol," Jason nervously whispered as he lifted his sleeve, "that's the membership symbol for our club. We can have sex with who we want, when we want and how we want without any regrets or reservations." "That's right," Kyle chimed in, "we'll have sex with anybody, any time just for the hell of it. We have nothing to lose, only pleasure to gain." "Nothing to lose, only pleasure to gain?" I asked. "What the hell does that mean?" "We can't talk about it here," Jason said, "let's go back to your hotel room and we'll talk there but hear this, if you tell anyone anything about what we talk about, you will regret it. We will hunt you down, and make you eat your words. To you understand?" "Sure," I said "let's ditch this place and go back to my room." As soon as my hotel door closed, all three of my teammates began to attack me. Kyle was chewing on my ears and my neck, Ian stood behind me and ran his hands up and down my rib cage and under my arms. Jason got on his knees and began to undo my belt and trousers. "Damn Eric, this is really nice." Jason said as he pulled my uncut cock from my underwear. With that he began sucking on my dick. The feelings were fucking awesome. I was being chewed on, rubbed and sucked on altogether. The more I moaned or rocked in pleasure the harder and more in earnest the guys worked on me. Eventually after a shirt flew this way and a pair of pants flew that way everybody was naked. I noticed again the beautiful red tattoos that the guys had on their shoulders. It brought me back to earth and so I asked again. "So tell me," I asked "nothing to lose, only pleasure to gain. What is this club all about?" Jason pulled himself off my cock and stood up to answer the question. His mouth was quickly replaced by Ian's. It was hard to concentrate on the story, but I did my best to keep up. "Well you see," Jason seductively explained, while his friends pleasured my body, "we all have a special gift, a gift that allows us to live life to its fullest. A gift that brings with it unlimited sex, lust and power." Kyle moaned at that and dropped to his knees behind me and began to eat my ass. As soon as my eyes rolled back in my head in pleasure Jason continued. "The special power we have is that we're Poz, we have aids and we celebrate our oneness by sexual debauchery." I moaned, licked my lips and rocked my hips as I processed the information. Then it hit me. "Oh god," I said as I pulled away from them and backed into the corner. "Oh my fucking god. You guys are trying to kill me. Why would you want to do that? You're sick and twisted." "That's not true my friend," Jason said. "First of all, you can't get aids from getting your dick sucked or your ass eaten. Second of all, were not trying to kill you. We want to give you life. A life without fear, hesitation or regret. Just endless sex with anyone you choose knowing that it's ok. You can't be hurt because once you have the gift no one can take it from you. Life becomes a celebration of pleasure. Every day, another chance to enjoy the feelings someone else can give you. We could do that to you Eric, all you have to do is ask." "Fuck no," I shouted "you guys are fucking sick." "Suit yourself man," Jason said, "but I’m fucking horny, so my boys and I are going to play." Reluctantly, I sat down on one of the beds and watched the scene as it played out before my eyes. Jason's uncut cock had grown to about 9 inches. His foreskin was still bunched around the head of his dick. Kyle went to his knees in front of Jason. This seemed to drive them both wild. They both licked in earnest until Jason's dick was wet with spit. When they were finished Ian and Kyle got their feet and all three shared a wet kiss. My cock was rockhard and dripping with pre-come. Hard as I fought it, I had to admit that my buddies piggy actions were turning me on. Kyle lay on his back and pulled his legs up in the air as Jason knelt on the floor and began to lick his ass. "Fuck yeah Jason," Kyle barked, "tongue my hole man. Eat me good!" Kyle winced and weathered as Jason's stubbly face worked itself in out and around his hole. "You want me to fuck you?" Jason demanded" you want me to load your ass up? Tell me, what do you want boy!" "Fuck me hard Jason," Kyle panted "knock me up with that toxic load man." Jason lined his cock up to Kyle's ass hole and then looked over at Eric. "Hey Eric, you watching this?" Jason asked. "No condom, guess what that means? Make sure you watch his face when I re- infect him. Nothing feels more satisfying than popping a Poz load." Kyle winced and moaned as Jason's long death pole pushed past his rosebud. Kyle's eyes were a mixture of pain and lust as he turned his head to me and locked eyes. In spite of myself, I grabbed my cock and began beating off watching Kyle get fucked. My cock was slick with pre-come, and the sounds and smells of the room had me on edge. Ian, who had been standing by watching, climbed onto the bed and straddled Kyle's torso facing Jason. As Jason neared busting his nut, Ian let out a steady stream of piss. He aimed for Kyle's ass hole, getting it all wet and then he traced up Jason's torso, dousing his hairy pelt and then aiming directly into Jason's mouth. Jason choked and swallowed then his face went all tense as he shot his poison load into Kyle's ass. Ian went crazy, half drowning Jason in piss till his orgasm subsided. After finishing his piss, Ian took Jason's place and began pushing his beer can cock into Kyle's used fuck hole. "Ouch," Kyle screamed, "you're fucking tearing me apart! Ian took this cue to began pounding in earnest. Kyle's reactions went from pleasure to pain, moments of ecstasy to moments of agony. "Look at Eric," Jason told Kyle, "he's hot for it man. Look at him stroke that neg cock. Ain't it fucking beautiful." "You want him to suck it," Jason asked me, "don't you pussy boy?" My head was reeling, but all I could think was yes, yes I did want Kyle to suck me. Without even realizing that I was doing it, I got off the bed and walked over to my teammates, cock in hand ready to get a blow-job. Just as Kyle's tongue hit the tip of my horny cock, Jason shoved me back onto my bed. "Fuck off, you pussy wanker," Jason shouted at me, "you are not man enough to play with the likes of us." With lots of moaning and grunting, Ian shot his load way up inside of Kyle's ass. Even though I was angry at Jason's rejection, I was still very hot and horny. Jason returned to the floor next to Ian and they took turns eating their combined loads from Kyle's ass, sucking his cock, and kissing each other. Watching the bugged cum ooze from Kyle's whole onto Jason and Ian's tongues was mind numbing. Kyle began bucking his hips violently and piston fucking his cock in and out of Jason's mouth. With a mighty yell Kyle blasted his bug juice between Jason's lips. Proud and satisfied, Jason walked over to my bed. He opened his mouth and showed me a mouth full of Kyle's seed. He then took hold of his dick, skinned back his foreskin, and let loose a ******* of warm piss all over me. "Open up, pussy boy" Jason yelled as his piss stream assaulted my face. Scared and turned on, I opened my mouth and took his urine. As I swallowed his piss, and I busted my load all over my abdomen. "Now lay there all-night and wallow in that mess" Jason commanded me. "Oh, and don't worry chicken shit, my urine was clean." Rather than going back to their rooms or even showering, all three snuggled into the other bed. They seemed to enjoy the fact that it was soaked with piss and come. I tossed and turned all-night long. All I could think of was how hot the scene was that had played out all night. All that seemed to matter to me was gaining Jason's approval. He had showed me how hot their play could be and had marked me as his own territory with the gift of piss. After several dreams about Jason rejecting me from their sex play I decided I had to get in. I realized that I truly wanted to be one of them. The thought of them Pozzing me up seem to become more and more the right answer for me. In desperation, I went through my gear bag, and pulled out a grease pencil that we use to blacken our eyes during sunny games. Using a fresh athletic shirt, I wrote "Please Poz this bitch" on the back and then drew an arrow toward my negative ass. I then pissed on the front, soaking it down and put it on. Then on my knees, I laid crossed the bed with my ass in the air waiting for them to wake up. It was about 6 a.m. When Jason finally got up to take his morning piss. "Well fuck me up boys," Jason shouted as he woke up the other teammates. "Guess who wants to get gifted." The guys woke up and slowly figured out the matter at hand. "The cunt wants to get Pozzed guys. I knew he would come around." Jason celebrated. On Jason's cue, all three let loose with *******s of piss, soaking me, their pre-initiate head to toe. I moaned as their warm love liquid poured all over my body. I was beginning to accept what was about to come, my initiation and conversion to their way of life. They helped me to my feet, ripped off my shirt and bent me over the bed. "Get his shaving kit and grab his toothbrush." Jason instructed Ian. I was really curious why Jason would need my toothbrush. At first I thought he was insinuating that I had bad breath. The reason became apparent however when I felt the bristles of my toothbrush being worked around my asshole. I clamped my hole shut tight so that he couldn't hurt me. "Come on Eric," Jason whispered, "let the toothbrush in. I'm going to work it around inside you. This way we can be sure that we don't waste our precious Poz cum. You to want to be one of us don't you?" "Yes," I sobbed, as he penetrated my ass and began irritating my membranes. Ian and Kyle began licking and biting my nipples and body as Jason continued his toothbrush assault. "Okay," Jason said, "turn him over. As team captain I'm going to tap his negative ass first. Jason lined his unwashed cock up to my ass hole. He shoved the entire length into me all at once, no mercy, no warning. I screamed in pain and fear knowing that his lethal cock was now shoved into my bloody ass ready to bring me down "I’m in," Jason teased seductively "I’m Poz, your bloody, and I’m in. Are you ready to become one of us? Are you ready to incubate my butt babies inside you forever? Are you ready to be one with us in our Poz brotherhood?" Reason began to kick in and I started to cry uncontrollably. I shook my head yes, and Jason yelled "speak! Tell me what you want!" "I want to be yours," I sobbed "I want to be part of the brotherhood. I want to be Poz! I need to be Poz please, please I beg of you, Poz me now!" My brain was telling me to stop them, don't let this happen, yet with my words I sealed my fate. "We love you," Jason chanted "and we will give you your wish. As I cried to myself, Jason began to tenderly rock his pole back and forth inside my bloody ass. He breathed steadily as his momentum built. I was so scared I couldn't move. Knowing what was about to happen to me terrified me so much. I was going to be converted, I was going to die. Yet deep down inside I also knew how much I wanted it and how happy I would be in their good graces. "Here it comes," Jason said triumphantly as he began pumping his hot Poz death cum inside me. I could feel the warmth of his load as it coated the inside of my own bleeding rectum. He slowly pumped his shaft around inside of me, working his gift deeper and deeper into my negative ass. "Just remember," Jason whispered "I was your first Poz load. I own you. I am your true bug daddy!" To be continued...
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Fiction. Years back, I lived and worked in another city for a couple of years. While there I had just met up with a hot poz daddy top, a real horny fucker too. Both of us really got off on conversion sex and poztalk while fucking/fisting etc. "You want my toxic poz load in you boy? Shoot your aidscum deep in me. Convert me." among the nasty things said during our fuck/ff sessions. We had only hooked up a few times when my job had me moving away to a city that was a several hours drive away. Pozdaddy and me were both bummed that I was moving away, but we agreed that I would drive/make the trip to see him at least a couple of times per year for a weekend re-uniting raw poz conversion fuck fest as I was still testing neg. The following is one of those trips. It was Tuesday and I was getting excited and horned as hell when suddenly the phone rang. I was to be leaving Friday morning to drive up to my poz daddies place and spend the weekend getting fucked up and converted. It was pozdaddy on the phone. He said that he had gone to his doctor today and just got home from his appointment. He went in because he had a bump develop on the shaft of his 7" cock. He figured it was an STD and wanted to get checked out. The doctor confirmed that the bump on pozdaddies cock was indeed an STD. Syphillis. Pozdad was prescribed an rx of pills that wipe out the syph infection. But Pozdaddy didn't take the pills right away. That's when he called me. He asked me if I wanted him to wait with taking his syph pills for a few days until after our weekend fuck fest? Hearing that made my knees go weak and my cock drool. I had never been more horned. I said yes pozdad, I want your syph cock in my hole and want that nasty toxic seed blown in my gutz, deep. The next couple of days were slow like torture. Friday morning finally arrived and I couldn't wait to hit the road. The several hour drive was agonizing due to the anticipation of the nastiness that awaited at my destination. I finally arrived at pozdad's apartment. He was there to greet me in the parking lot. Even before I got parked I noticed how much more gaunt and thin that he looked. We were both so excited to see each other. We hauled my stuff up to his nice sized apartment where my stud daddy had a nice dinner awaiting. He really knows how to steal a guys heart. We ate and had a few glasses of wine. Had to let the food settle before starting to enema my ass clean. I was in the middle of my ass cleaning enema process when pozdad came wandering into the bathroom I was using. He was naked. Very gaunt. Thin, veiny legs, no ass. Sunken facial cheeks, pozbelly. He showed me the bump on his cock. That's it dammit. I'm trying to focus on cleaning my ass out and have an ass full of water, and you gotta come in here naked and all hot looking and show me your toxic cock? Get the fuck out so I can finish cleaning my ass and then rape you! He walked out laughing. Yes! I'm a bitch while douching my ass LOL. It takes concentration. I was finally clean as a whistle and showered. I wandered into the bedroom and found pozdad naked on the bed watching porn with a raging woody. He looked so hot. All gaunt and thin with a raging hard on. I sat on the bed and could now see the syph bump with his cock rock hard. It was on the side of his cockshaft about an inch behind his cockhead. So it really stood out and I knew I would feel it pass through my asscrack. We shared a joint and I unpacked a couple of brand new bottles of poppers and a bottle of lube. I gave him the lube and a bottle of poppers. My head was swimming from the joint and I took a hit from my new popper bottle. I go in full pig mode when them poppers hit. I inhaled his poz bumpy cock. I heard him hit his popper bottle. He talks very nasty when the poppers hit him. "Suck that toxic poz syphdick boy!" 'Syphdick', I fuckin love it! "Yes daddy I can feel that bump on my lips when I suck you." He grabbed the back of my head and stuffed my mouth with syphdick. "Shut the fuck up and suck my nasty toxic syphdick." Slob,slob,slob. I blew and deep throated him while he hit the poppers and watched porn. He was horned and didn't take long to say that he was close to cumming. I stopped and told him that I wanted to edge him to build up his load but that I wanted it blown in my ass, not my mouth. My ass cums first. I'll swallow a load later. I told him to pull my mouth off of his cock before he was to blow so that I could edge him. I brought him to the edge several times. Meanwhile he was fingering some lube in my hole and slowly started to work his hand into my ass. I love getting fisted. He lubed his hand up good one last time and slid it right into my ass. Once inside, he balled it into a fist and slowly slid it out as a fist. Talk about stretch. He slowly slid it out then back in as a fist. Then slowly in and out of my abused hole, punch fucking it. Few things ready a neg ass for a good conversion fuck better than a good quick fisting. He opened up my hole good with his fist and beat it softly. My hole, ripe, raw, and ready for his syphdick. He pulled out his fist and showed me a few tiny rivulets of blood on his hand from the small tears in my hole. I said, "Daddy, I need you to breed me with your syphdick right fucking now!" He put me on my back on the corner of the bed with my legs in the air. He stood over me with that raging bumpy hard cock and aimed. I hit the poppers and felt his cockhead rubbing my hole. My head swimming, I felt his cock sink in me. I felt that bump about the size of a pencil eraser slide in through my hole. The feeling of that syphcock bump made me shoot all over my chest. "Damn boy, I aint the only one ready to shoot." As his scooped up my cum and licked it off his fingers. He hit his poppers one more time and I knew he wouldn't last long in me. I gripped my hole down on his cock and felt that bump going in and out. I'd never felt anything so hot in all my sexual encounters. That bump going in and out through my hole. Knowing I was about to get blown full of his syph/poz infected cum. I told him to breed me full with his syphdick. "Convert me with your syphdick!" I moaned. He moaned back, "Yeah buddy, I'm about to blow my poz syph filled load in your guts." Then he started grunting and shaking and his wasted ass flexxed and I felt his warm toxic spray fill my ass. Roaring as he drained his poz balls in my hole. He fell limp on top of me and held his cock in my hole til it went soft. Even while soft I felt that bump as his cock slid out. We fucked all weekend and I took several more syph poz charged loads that weekend. I left and went home. About 10 days later I came down with severe flu-like symptoms...
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So I noticed a hung, hot, poz top online for a while. He's exactly my type: 45, muscular, 9"c and loves to fuck. I hit him up this morning and offered my hole (neg, last test) to him. He accepted my offer so I went over to his place. There was absolutely no small talk. I walked in. We went directly to the bedroom and stripped. He stretched out on the bed naked and I went to work on his cock. He fingered my hole while I was getting his cock ready. Since he loves to rim, he told me to get on all 4s. He went back and rimmed my hole for like 5 minutes while I continuously hit poppers. Without any signal he stood up and shoved the full 9" up my tight ass. I squirmed but he held me down and slowly started moving it around. I reminded myself that this was what I was there for, and hit the poppers again. I loosened-up and he fucked my hole for what seemed hours, saying stuff like "I'm gonna shoot this toxic seed deep in your hole." I begged him to breed me. His cock got rigid and he started slamming into my hole as his poz cum hit the insides of my ass. He whispered "do you feel my seed, baby?" "Yes" I replied, as he kept pumping it into me. We had no small talk, just got dressed and left. His load is still in me, and I'm savoring it!
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More than one way to do it. I had been chatting with this 22 year old who lived a couple towns over. He had always said he wanted to fuck me but couldn’t host because he lived with his folks, and he didn’t own a car so couldn’t come to my place. I figured it was imaginary and he was just chatting to get off. He would send me pics of himself from his phone and text me pretty regular, so he was at least entertaining. He had a nice size dick too, fat and about 7 inches in length. He told me he was a top only. I told him we’d see if he ever got to my place. One Sunday recently I was sitting around watching the tube and I get a call. It was my 22 year old, and he said he had bought a car and he was horny, could he come over? I laughed and told him sure. We had talked so much over time that I had told the kid that I was POZ and he had said he didn’t care, he’d just wrap up if we ever did anything, said he NEVER fucked without a wrap anyway. He was actually better looking than in his pics he had been sending. A little on the skinny side but he was definitely a looker, dark skin and a pretty heavy Mexican accent. He came inside and we sat down to chat. He talked about school, work and the usual stuff. We probably talked for at lest 45 minutes and I was figuring he was just looking to fill time instead of actually fucking. I made some comments about his cock during out talk or about how nice he looked but nothing seemed to get him going. I figured I would either give up or I would need to take the lead. But out of nowhere he is suddenly on me on the sofa, kissing me, inserting his tongue in my mouth, pushing me down on my back, his hands on my shoulders. He sits up after a bit of swapping spit and unzips and pulls his cock out. The pics had done no disservice there either. He had a great cock, AND he had gotten it pierced in a PA since he had last sent me pics. I was a little surprised; he asked if I liked it. I told him it looked great! I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised really, he had his lip and his tongue pierced too, as well as both ears. He was a regular Mexican punk. He said that he wanted me to be the first fuck since he had it done a few weeks back. He said he had waited as long as he could and was fucking horny. I wasted no time from that position getting his cock in my mouth. I have to say he wasted no time getting hard, and to his credit he did get pretty forceful, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my head onto his cock. Then he let my head fall back on the sofa and he mounted my face, fucking it like I was just there for his pleasure. It was nice to not be taking the lead all the time so I let him go at it. He stopped after a bit and asked where the bedroom was, so I took him upstairs. Once there he had me back on my knees in front of him. He didn’t talk much, but he was insistent nonetheless, holding my head still and forcing his dick to the back of my throat and then down. I could feel the ring each time it hit the back of my throat but it didn’t seem to slow his cock down as he kept battering away. I was getting a little sore about the time he pulled back and I was actually happy he had given me a breather. It felt like my throat would sore from that piercing. He pulled me up and walked me over to the bed. I pulled a condom and lube out of my bedside table and told him here was the wrap. But he surprised me again by just pushing me down and spitting on his cock. I asked once more if he wanted the wrap because he said he never fucked raw, but his answer was to push me back down on my stomach and enter me. I did actually gasp as that ring pushed into me and his whole cock followed. I had actually wondered if he had ever had sex before this, but his fucking told me he definitely had, as he knew where to direct his cock to get the desired effect of me moaning and gasping. He seemed to really enjoy that, pulling my shoulders back towards him and pushing in deep. After a bit, he pulled out and had me turn over. I thought I noticed blood but wasn’t sure because he was back inside me before I could really look. From that position he built speed. He was really pounding away and he was kissing me and keeping my lips busy either with his tongue or on his nipples. I was having a great time! We had been going at it for a good bit when I felt him get harder and then he gave a final shove and buried his cock deep in me and I could feel his dick pulsing as he sent his seed into me. As we lay there I could feel his cock slowly slide out of my hole and when it had, he got up, and said he was going to get a shower. I checked and there was a little blood on my ass. I didn’t say anything but wondered if he noticed or if he even cared. I really didn’t think too much about it actually. After some small talk about how great it was, how he was going to come back for more sometime soon, he took off. I heard from him as usual every few days, and about 2 weeks afterwards he said he was sick, had the flu or some kinda bug. Then about a month after that he called to say that he had tested POZ. He hadn’t thought that topping me bare that one time would make all that much difference. I mentioned that I had noticed some blood, and he laughed. He said that he had seen that and kinda enjoyed knowing his dick had done that too me, but figured that since he had not waited the amount of time for his cock to fully heal after piercing he might have gotten some of the blood into his open piercing and that was how he had got it. He wasn’t mad at me he said, but now was ready to fuck me again, since it wouldn’t matter. So far he has been the only one I know about to convert from topping me. So just to let you guys know, there is more than one way to POZ a young guy.
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Hi Guys, I post this to ask opinions from those guys who have gone through HIV Sero Conversion. This last two weeks i've been really ill. First off i had a real nasty chesty cough, then a sore throat. On thursday i woke up with a blinding headache, aversion to light and a still neck. On Friday, after a decent nights sleep, it had deteriotated into the same, plus, cold sweats and a huge temperature of 110F. After speaking to NHS direct (a devision of the NHS here in the UK) they opted to rush me to hospital in an ambulance. At hospital, Meningitis was ruled out, but the Doc said it was clear that i was going down with a virus. He didnt test for which virus, and just dismissed me telling me to double up my doses of Ibuprofen (for pain relief) and co-codamol (for temperature control). That evening, i was violently ill, and have continued to have the same agonising headache and light aversion ever since. Now, all this follows my dirty bareback holiday to antwerp, and the Sheffield BB gang bang i was the bottom at a week later.... I didnt know the HIV status of any of the 60 or so guys who fucked and bred my at the two events. I'm guessing that the "virus" the doc says i've got is the HIV virus - however i cant get tested for it as my PCT (primary care trust) doesnt offer the 20 min antigen test. And wil have to wait 3 months before i can get a normal test due to the window period. My question is, those of you who are openly poz on here, and who can remember your sero-conversion - did any of you have symptoms such as the ones i've described here? Any input greatly appreciated. I'm pretty confident that i'm going through my sero-conversion... just looking for a little confirmation from fellow barebackers.
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I tested POZ in April. My Lover and I went to the Clinic because we thought we had the Clap. Come to find out, my Lover had it; but I didn't. Nonetheless, they medicated both of us. I still think I had it, because it hurt to take a leak and nasty green shit was seepin' outta my Cock. We've both had it before, so we know what it's like. Two weeks later I got a call from the Clinic. They wanted me to come in again. Not surprisingly, I'd tested POZ, though my test results didn't show any Clap. I'd long suspected I had the BUG. I've barebacked for 10 years. One POZ guy told me I oughta get tested, but his advice went over my head. I travel for my job a lot; and I swear I've hit every bathhouse, bookstore, park, rest-and-truck-stop within 500 miles. I've spent entire weekends at the Baths and have taken 15 Loads a night. Sometimes my Lover won't touch me until I get prelubed with somebody’s Cum. So I wasn't surprised by my Status, although it did take me a few weeks to adjust. The goddamn ideologues at the Clinic caught me off guard. They coerced me into signing a statement that said I'd clue in my future cohorts in advance. They said I'd be committing a felony if I didn't. Bullshit! If I had it to do all over again, I'd tell ‘em to stuff it up their ass! That goddammed Counselor even demanded I reveal the names of all my sex partners for the last FIVE YEARS. I explained that in the Gay Scene, names are not a prerequisite. You just stick your Ass in the air and take what cums your way. When he found out I’d been married a decade ago, he made like he was gonna track her down and get her tested. Fine! Be my guest! Here in Arkansas, there was an article in the paper about a guy getting sentenced for intentionally infecting some Bitch with HIV; but I've never read about any man-to-man cases. That's cause here in the Bible Belt the Religious Right hope all of us Queers die of AIDS. I can assure them the feeling is mutual, to say the least. BTW, my Lover thinks my new Status is cool. We spent a weekend at the Midtown in Dallas. After taking six raw Cocks the first night, he plowed my Ass, which was lubed up with some real nasty Spooge. About 4:30 in the morning, he got it in his head he wanted to be fucked. He grabbed my Dick, jacked me a minute, then guided my POZ Dick up his Cunt. And the guy's normally tops! You better believe I made him beg for it before I bred his Ass. The moral of the story is: There's something in fuckin' Bug Juice induces a Fag to get fucked.
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