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Definitely a bathhouse visit. Probably Pittsburgh or Philadelphia. Possibly DC, or even Denver if I'm heading to visit my parents (whom I haven't seen in many months, of course). If y'all BZ people frequent those cities, HMU if you're interested in coordinating! Possibly also a sex road trip, which is something I've often thought about but never done. In particular from here (just west of DC) to Chicago and/or Boston, and points in between. Hopefully LOTS AND LOTS of points in between.
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Hey all! I'm new to this amazing forum so let me introduce myself first. My name is Michael and i'm a 22 yo European bottom. I love to expose my self to Dom Tops and totally into being bred and fucked rough. Unfortunately I, from time to time, suffer from Anxiety and mostly Hypochondria. It's something that can get extremely present, this feeling of having a terminal disease. When i'm in that state of mind, nobody. not a a friend nor a doctor can convince me that i'm fine. I've had the most unrealistic thoughts throughout the years. - Long cancer - Tickle cancer - Prostate cancer - A L S - Becoming blind - HIV - an STD that's not discovered and registered yet - Heart Failure - and a lot of other different , Disease related thoughts. Cancer and HIV are the most common fears in my life. The only thing that helps best is meditate, mindfulness. I'm doing this for years now. Sometimes daily, sometimes weekly. It depends. And I can highly recommend it to people who suffer from sleeping-problems, anxiety, depression or any other form of mental health issue. Now being Hypochondriac and a Cum dump doesn't really go hand in hand. It's a bit ironic right? Well fuck me! I'm now considering PrEP because I don't want my sex life to suffer because I constantly fear for HIV. I don't want to be pozzed. But I fucking love a man to shoot the loads he want in my pink smooth boy dump hole. I'm very happy with this forum. It's extremely informative to me so far. And i'm just curious if there are many guys here that can relate to what I'm saying here. And how to cope with this. When i'm horny or plan on a sex date I don't fear anything. Off course I know that there will probably be a panic attack 3 days after being BB'ed but at that moment I don't care. So I enjoy and let my hole get seeded. But it's a nightmare to go through this roller coaster of fear all the time. I'm sure i'm not alone with this. Curious if people can relate to my story here. ❤️ -
I always played safe fuck as top. But since two years I am strongly willing to go to crowded darkrooms in bathouses because I would love to be touched and used by creepy old guys, best those flabby or hairy with belly. I am attracted by them due to my depravated perversion (since I am normally into twinks). In darkrooms I couldn't see their faces, hence just feeling their body and dick would be very hot (seeing mature man face turns me down). I would like to be used as sex toy from total strangers (deepthroat, rim, piss, fingers in ass and mouth...). Darkroom is a place in which folk is much more forward than outside,since darkness protects anonymity... and I wanna be used by shameless guys! However, I am afraid to get stuck by a crowd, or pinned to wall or floor by one or two violent guys who might even do unsafe things, such stealthing, cum inside or pozzing... Any experience like this, anyone here? 😉 Thanks!
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***This is fiction, though the circumstance is loosely based on something that happened to me a couple of years ago. Sadly, that event didn't result in my pozzing or a gangbang. I'm confident that this story is much hotter than that encounter was.*** It was a bad enough day as it was, waking up with a wicked migraine. To top it off, I could hear the noise of construction machinery being set up on the street outside the house. The noise was unbearable, and what’s worse is that my pills weren’t doing a damn thing. So I resorted to the natural approach. It always works so I don’t know why I don’t just go for that first thing. My pain eased considerably, though wasn’t completely gone, but the incessant noise outside was doing it’s best to bring it all back. I couldn’t stand it anymore and, dressed in a pair of nylon shorts and tee shirt, I stormed outside and demanded to speak to the foreman. The first guy I confronted told me he’d find him, and I went back inside to wait. After a few minutes the doorbell sounded. I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but it wasn’t that. I opened the door to find a stunning hunk with just the right amount of sweat and grime on him to make me forget all about my head as the blood all rushed to my crotch. Six feet four at least, solid build, hairy arms and chest (from what I could see peeking over top of his tee shirt) and thick legs stretching his jeans in the most mouthwatering way I could ever imagine. “What’s the problem?” he asked bluntly. Even with his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance he was HOT. I was almost at a loss for words at that point, using all of my brain power to keep my dick from rising to full mast in front of him like some nightmare from high school. I stammered a few seconds and cleared my throat to buy me enough time to reacquaint myself with my words. “Sorry to bug, but I’ve been battling a massive migraine all day and I was just wondering if there was any chance you guys might be cutting out early today? It’s almost gone but with that machinery just outside it really feels like it will come back,” I told him in a rush of too many words. “We just got started,” he complained. “I don’t want to make things difficult for you, it’s just-” “Please,” I begged. “I’ll do anything you want. I swear. Just for today?” I pleaded. I saw something in his eyes at that moment but couldn’t be sure what, and a slight tug at the corner of his mouth. He glanced over his shoulder back to his guys outside, considering his options I suppose, and then looked back to me. “Tell you what. I’ll take you up on that tomorrow. I’ll clear my guys out right now so you can rest up.” Fuck, could he get any sexier? I mean, beyond good looking and he had a sympathetic side, too. “Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you,” I replied, practically bouncing on my feet. “Have a good night,” he said and then disappeared back outside, closing the door behind him. Within a matter of minutes the neighbourhood was silent again. A man of his word. I was so elated by the silence and opportunity to relax that I didn’t even clue into what he’d said about taking me up on my offer ‘to do anything he wanted’ tomorrow. Sure enough, feeling much better the following morning, in the midst of all of the construction noise, the doorbell sounded. I was surprised to answer it to find the hunky foreman standing before me. “Feeling better?” he asked, to which I told him so. “Good, then let's get started,” he said, boldly walking into my house and shutting the door behind him. I was stunned at first, having no clue what was going on. “Started?” I asked him dumbly. “Yesterday you said you would do anything I wanted if we cut out early. Time to pay up,” he told me, strolling into the living room and plopping his perfect muscular ass down onto my sofa.
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This question isn’t actually pro-bugchasing, and is targeted at non-chasers, so I’m asking it in this part of the forum. If you are Undetectable and on ART and are propositioned by a bugchaser who has seen that you are HIV+ and wants to be exposed to your “toxic fluids”, would you encourage and go along with his fetish in order to get the fuck even though you know that U=U and it’s not possible for you to transmit the virus to him? Or do you explain that you’re Undetectable on meds and aren’t “toxic” and potentially miss a fuck but score another point against Poz-stigma? If you wouldn’t mislead him, would you just say “Sorry, bro” and leave it at that, or would you suggest to him that he look into getting on PrEP and explain the reality of having the virus?
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I have horrible fetishes. Most everything that I should run from turns me on. Danger, rape, STDs, everything I should find scary I instead want to chase. I know those things could permanently fuck up my life, but that's what I find most appealing. I'm halfway through college now, but extremely frustrated by my sex life. While my young, skinny body attracts guys, they're just too vanilla for me. I have been good about keeping my fetishes in check though; I haven't gone on craigslist or to bars looking for a hazardous encounter. I've instead been fulfilling my needs with porn that features those things. This way, I don't risk screwing up my life or the family I hope to make one day. It's been a while though, and porn isn't doing it for me anymore. That's where I got an awful, but also fantastic idea; I was going to live vicariously through other girls. Something I should mention; I am a film major. I'm not going to be an actress, I'm planning on being behind the camera somewhere. Because of my studies, I have a decent idea how the casting process goes and I have some connections to most industries. Using one of my connections, I put an anonymous call out for porn actresses. I made sure to do it in a city several hours away, so what would happen next couldn't be traced back to me. I created a fake company with a legitimate-looking name and logo. The ad offered a lot of money and reiterated several times how every male actor was 'tested' and condoms would be used; this was in hopes of attracting the least experienced. For that purpose, casting was 'open', meaning anyone could audition, regardless of experience. That was key when casting day came. If they had been in many porno's, they were more likely to have STD's or other things that wouldn't make it exciting. If they hadn't been in any porno movies? Good. If they hadn't been in any and they weren't very promiscuous? Great. If they were a virgin? That was the golden fruit. A girl who gets an STD/knocked-up the first time they fuck? That's probably the hottest thing I've ever heard. As the day drew on, I told all the girls roughly the same thing; 'This is a tough business, if you're right for the part we'll call you.' I didn't want to make anyone think they were a shoe-in, as I didn't want to make it seem like we were desperate for girls. The actual selection was extremely simple though; Half the girls who auditioned had been in porn before; I immediately cut them. I didn't want to risk them realizing how weird this porn shoot was and telling the other girls to back out. After them, I still had 22 girls left. Most of them were drop-dead gorgeous, but a couple were also on the opposite end of the spectrum (i.e. ugly). I hired them all anyway. Honestly, watching ugly girls get fucked is kind of more attractive. Like, if an attractive girl gets an STD, they can maybe still find someone who is lonely and will risk it for them. If an ugly girl gets an STD though? They're fucked. It was hard to get laid before, it'll be impossible now. I called all the girls personally to tell them my company wanted to hire them. I reiterated the pay and said they'd get it right after the shoot. Next was the fun part. I went to the worst parts of downtown. I found a spot within a couple blocks of two different homeless shelters; this would be a perfect spot to recruit. I walked into an alleyway with couple dozen homeless guys. They seemed bewildered by my willingness to approach them. They all had torn up clothes that were so dirty, they'd probably been wearing them for at least months, maybe years. I walked up to one of them and kind of just dove straight into my purpose: "Do you all want to be in a porn I'm making? The women you'll fuck will be beautiful." The guy looked at me with a bewildered expression. He said "Listen, even if you're being serious, Ima be real with you; we're all in this alley together because we were waiting for our free prescription. We heard this clinic is trialing a new drug that can treat our AIDS. Since we ain't ever been on meds before, I doubt ya want us in your movie." This was even better than I had imagined. Thinking on my feet I replied "Uhh, actually, that's exactly why I came to you guys. I knew you all had AIDS. See this porn only has actresses that had to leave the industry because they got HIV; now they can only work in porn's where the actors also have HIV." The homeless guys collectively got real excited when they heard that. Most of them were walking over with large grins on their faces. It was clear they were in. I gave them the address of the house and told them what day and time to show up. I also mentioned, it was a semi-rape scene. The setting was a group of sorority girls who get their house overrun by hobos. A lot of the actresses liked to commit to the part, but they should remember they don't need to stop unless one of them says the safety word; 'Blueberries', even if they're pretending to fight quite a bit. Also, I told them about the other signal; most of these guys hadn't trimmed their nails in a while, and some of the girls liked to be cut a bit. If a girl said 'pumpernickle', that was her signal for you to hold her down and finger her aggressively to cut up her pussy a bit. If she complained about a condom, that was the signal to hit her. When the day finally came, I was exuberant. I had set up hidden cameras all over the house to record everything. I live-streamed the cameras to my computer back at the dorm so when it was over I could make a quick get away. The girls came over first, about an hour before the guys. I spent that time explaining how it would work; "The scene is about some 'homeless people' who will break in and pretend to sexually assault you, the girls in the sorority. Whoever watches this porn would have to use their imagination a bit, as obviously they will also put on condoms before penetrating you, and obviously real homeless people wouldn't do that. To make up for that, the guys have seriously gotten into character for this one. Just so you know, a lot of them may stink, or look nasty, but that's just prosthetics and things for realism; we are a serious company and all. I should also tell you, all these guys have had a vasectomy too. While it won't matter because they'll have condoms, I know many of you aren't on birth control, so I thought it'd help your nerves. "Also, if at any time you want to stop, that is totally fine. The guys all know the safety word is 'pumpernickle', if you say it, they will stop, no matter what. We can just cut that few seconds from the record and no harm done, okay?" The girls all nodded in agreement. They all seemed a little more at ease after hearing about all the safety precautions. As we waited for the boys, I was still debating my outfit. I wanted to wear a short skirt so I could have easy access to masturbate if I needed, but I was also afraid one of the homeless guys would mistake me for one of the sorority girls. That was an extremely hot thought though. I decided to keep the skirt, but I would carry an extra camera around so they'd know I wasn't an actress. The girls kept peaking outside to see when the men would arrive. That might damage the suspense though, so I got them away from the windows. I also locked all the side doors and threw away the key, just to get rid of any ideas they might have. I took one of the four girls who were total virgins and placed her right by the front door. Her name was Abigail, and I liked her the most. She was blonde, skinny, with large yet firm breasts. Unlike the other virgins, she was 100% chaste. She hadn't even held a guys hand before. She said she was mostly doing this as a way to get out of her chaste life, as she's always been to scared to touch a guy before. I needed to see her go first. Minutes later, the front door burst open. A gruff, hairy man stumbled through. He must've had at least a 5 inch beard. It was probably longer, but it was all matted up from having not been washed in so long. Another 50 homeless guys followed him in; I guess word must've gotten around about this little shoot. Half of them were already half naked too, they must've been preparing early. Now that I see their bodies, I'm surprised I hadn't noticed the AIDS before; they looked absolutely ravaged and skinny. The gruff guy went straight for Abigail. you could tell she was immediately having second thoughts. He grabbed her and started kissing her before pulling her onto the ground. Several other hobos rushed over too. Abigail instinctively tried to stop them from tearing off her clothes, but to them it was just part of the scene. Within seconds her shirt had been literally ripped off. The gruff guy had already lifted her skirt and tore off her panties too. She tried to keep her legs closed but he pried them open anyway. He thrust inside her and wasted no time, immediately going full speed. With several guys on either side groping every part of her and the gruff guy humping her without a condom, Abigail finally remembered what to do; she shouted 'pumpernickle!'. Big mistake. The gruff guy stopped humping and pulled out. Abigail looked relieved for maybe a half second, but then the gruff guy inserted two fingers in and started sadistically fingering her. He was clearly not trying to go smoothly either, he was jamming his nails right into the side of her pussy. She screamed and kept shouting "Pumpernickle! Pumpernickle! Pumpernickle!" but he just took it as a sign to keep going. It got so bad you could see the blood from across the room where I was filming. Eventually she gave up with the 'safety word' and let it continue. The gruff guy, now no longer being told to claw out her insides, rammed his penis back in. Abigail did not seem to like that. It wasn't great before, but now, with her hole so cut up, she jolted upward. She seemed to try to get away, but the other hobos held her down. Her struggles just pushed the gruff guy further. After a few minutes his breathing changed. his humps lost their rhythm as he could feel it coming. Abigails face grew red and her body twisted as he grew inside her. Finally, he exploded, launching jets of poisonous cum into her. Right after he finished a different homeless pushed the gruff guy off. Abigail looked lost as he inserted his prick. She barely made a noise at first. Then the guy said 'I was looking for someone to fuck, but it's hard cause they usually care about my AIDS.' This trigger Abigail. She said 'what!?!' and started struggling to get away again, but other two guys still had her arms pinned. The guy on top leaned forward and started manhandling her massive breasts. She said 'wait no, I don't want AIDS! I can't get pregnant!' but the guy didn't care. He put one hand on her neck, holding her face looking directly at him. His pace quickened further. I could see Abigail's eyes light up as her expanded inside her. She started howling in pain, and that drove the guy over the edge as he erupted, spewing volley after volley of his hazardous cum into her. Several other guys took their turns directly afterwards, each one cumming inside her dilapidated pussy. I didn't stay to watch. I was getting hornier by the second. I left to see how the other girls were faring.
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Bitch keeps begging for more hiv infected big black cocks, don't make love to this bitch use it with the homies than toss it out naked.
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If you do a Google search on “HIV” and “Undetectable”, right now you will likely find a mishmash of both governmental and medical official sources that explain that an Undetectable viral load is a value less than 50 copies/ml... or, less than 40 copies/ml... or, less than 20 copies/ml. Depending on the test. What’s more, some sources refer to <200 copies as virally suppressed, and indicate that virus is not transmitted when the virus is suppressed. When I got my first Undetectable result a few years ago, it was with the <50 standard. In January, I got an Undetectable result with the <20 standard (new doctor, different test). Last week, I had a viral load of 38. If I were tested with two of the mainline tests, the <40 and <50 standards, I would have an Undetectable result. Under the test actually used, with its <20 standard, I don’t. So... am I Undetectable or not? Until now, I’ve been Undetectable for about 3.75 years and haven’t missed one single daily dose (believe it or not) of ART since I started it in 2014, so that puts me firmly in the “durably Undetectable” category - until now? Or not? I realize that an occasional blip in the data is not unexpected, and I had just changed meds, and my CD4 count is now 40 points higher than it’s ever been. So I realize that an upward drift of about 20 copies to a result that still lies within the mean for Undetectable among all currently used tests for viral load should be no cause for concern. But - by the standard of the test given, it wasn’t Undetectable. What do you all think? What standard are you tested under now? -
I just want to place a link about the health benefits of Cannabis for HIV positive people... https://news.weedmaps.com/2019/07/how-medical-cannabis-eases-hiv-symptoms-reduces-disease-progression/
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I can't understand why there is still stigma surrounding barebacking.. Hep A & B and HPV can be prevented through vaccination... HIV can be prevented through taking prep and everything else including Hep C can now be treated. Why is there still stigma surrounding barebacking??
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Would if asked take a quick HIV test before have fun. Also what about test first and use condom? Or just use condom and not test. Ask for can be stressful going just by one say are clean when not know for sure or not in test later on. Also who agree to buy test kit or kits? Ideally both test so know. The person not want to take test even though said negative. My guess is negative as said and not want to take test as delay fun. Or not open, or know own status. I would prefer to know before playing. Topic may create a debate but do wonder if one agree to test before fun. Or just go to next person? -
Looking for the worst of the worst to flood my hole at Parliament in Orlando on July 13. No load refused so if u like to charge, come use me! I will be the only bttm. Check my party details on bbrt. Username there is AnonBttmSlutOrl.
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Looking for the worst of the worst to flood my hole at Parliament in Orlando on July 13. No load refused so if u like to charge, come use me! I will be the only bttm. Check my party details on bbrt. Username there is AnonBttmSlutOrl.
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Looking for the worst of the worst to flood my hole at Parliament in Orlando on July 13. No load refused so if u like to charge, come use me! I will be the only bttm. Check my party details on bbrt. Username there is AnonBttmSlutOrl.
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I’m HIV negative but have been engaging with a partner who is Poz. Is there a cut off or number where transmission is more definite? Just found out sexual partner is not actually undetectable, but has, what he calls, a low viral load of 6350 and a cd4 of 310. What are my chances of transmission after multiple hookups?
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So guys, here I am 52 and finding I have never been really true to myself sexually. I am a cock lover and have done my share of sucking cock and been to sauna’s and parties but I have never just let myself go to be fucked or fuck. I love semen and really enjoy bareback when I do it (which is rare) but hold back. I talk the talk and but when it comes to it I stop. I go to sauna’s and suck, get sweaty but as soon as a guy gets his cock near my hole I pull away. I don’t even mind the HIV thing and am fully prepared to go poz. But think my problem is I know I can be a true slut if I start following my innner desires, and would bend over or top all the time if I could. But I can’t get over this barrier of just letting go, it’s been like it all my life and now at 52 realise I am getting to old. I have also put on a little weight which doesn’t help. But love the thought of barebacking all the time and living free of this barrier. I live in East London, UK so can meet guys if I need to, but for some reason I stop, it might be the STI thing other than HIV. Just wondered if any of you feel the same?
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Part 1 Whenever my parents fought, I’d always go over to my neighbor Jim’s house. Jim was close with my Dad, so it wasn’t terribly odd that I began wandering over to Jim's house to play basketball or see if he wanted to go fishing at the nearby lake. Jim was in fact the first person I ever told that I was gay, which was rather easy to do since I knew not only was Jim gay, but as Jim lived with his partner, Henry. I suppose I'd say their house became my home away from home, and Jim in particular practically became my second Father. My actual Father knew, of course, I quite often visited with Jim and Henry, but trusting the men, Dad was okay with my practice. When the summer of my 17th birthday came around Jim asked if I wanted to go camping with him and Henry as a sort of birthday party. My parents were fine with it, and since they were fighting now more than ever, I was eager to get the fuck out of that house, even it was just for a few days. Jim, Henry, and I headed up to Jim’s favorite campsite the weekend after my birthday. That night we all talked around the fire about the previous year, and I told them that I had come out to my Mom and Dad. They were both excited and happy for me. Henry told us about how his father had been furious when he found out about Jim and that the two didn't speak for a month, but that was ancient history, that Jim and his father were now fine, and that Jim even occasionally went over to his parents' house on occasion to watch hockey. The night moved on we talked and talked, and eventually Henry brought-up he had just been diagnosed with HIV. In all honesty, I didn’t know how to feel. I knew that HIV wasn’t a death sentence anymore, but it still had to be a downer. To my surprise, Henry seemed fine with the diagnosis, if not a bit excited. “When I got the results back, I was stunned at first, and then I noticed that I was rock hard in front of the doc,” Henry said. “You got turned on by having HIV?” “Yeah, it’s weird to say, but knowing that your jizz is potent, adds a sense of danger to any sex you have. Not to mention, I’m not really afraid of catching anything anymore. At least STI related. I’m a terrible influence, I know.” “You can say that again," Jim remarked, groping Henry’s cock through his shorts. “But, aren’t you afraid that you’ll give it to Jim?” “I was at first, but when he heard I was POZ he threw his pants off and ordered me to POZ his hole right there on the kitchen table. Honestly, it was one of the hottest fucks of my life.” I was dumbfounded by this concept yet even I found it kinda hot. That night we had all gone to bed at roughly about the same time, tucked into our sleeping bags. Jim and Henry snuggled together. Sometime during the night, I woke up and found Henry and Jim gone. went outside, only wearing the boxers I slept in, and looked around for them. I didn’t see them at first, but once I got closer to the campground’s showers, I started to hear the sound of flesh slapping flesh. I looked inside and saw Henry fucking Jim who was holding onto a shower head for dear life. I watched as Henry’s cock pounded Jim’s ass. I had seen Jim’s sizable cock last year when we used these very showers after a hike, but now he was fully hard and begging for Henry to breed his neg ass. Henry pushed all the way inside him and unleashed a torrent of POZ cum deep inside of him. I imagined the cum soaking into the walls of his rectum, becoming part of Jim, incurably forever. I understood the attraction now, even if I didn’t yet agree with it. We hiked and talked throughout the rest of the trip until it was time to head home. Another year passed, and by the time my 18th birthday came around, Jim had planned another camping trip for just us. Henry couldn’t go this year because of his job, so we’d be all alone this time. I really wanted to go camping with both of them again since we had so much fun the previous year, though. Not to mention I couldn’t get the image of Henry fucking Jim out of my mind all year. The few times I saw them my eyes couldn’t help but wander down to their crotches. Since it was my senior year, I was pretty busy with school work and college application, not to mention Henry was working a lot and Jim got sick near the start of the school year. We got to the campgrounds earlier this time, so once we were done setting up the tent, we went on a hike down one of the shorter trails. By the time we got back to the tent, it was already getting dark, but we were both pretty sweaty since the trail we took had a lot of hills that we had to climb. When we got to the showers and started to undress, I noticed a tattoo around Jim’s right nipple; it was a biohazard tattoo. Even though we were able to play basketball a few time throughout the year, we typically kept our shirts on so this was the first time I had seen his chest since last summer. “That new tattoo mean what think it means?” I asked. “Yep, looks like Henry POZZED me last summer. Could’ve been when you were spying on us.” I blushed. I hadn’t known that I had been spotted. I looked down, embarrassed. "Hey, no need to feel bad. I thought it was hot that you were watching us. Did you like what you saw?” He was completely undressed now, with his 7” cock dangling between his legs. I wanted to slap myself for not putting two and two together with Jim being sick near the start of the school year. “Actually, yeah. I jacked off thinking about it a few times during the year. Hot to think that it took.” “You kinky little boy.” He playfully slapped my ass and went for the nearest shower nozzle. "Let’s get cleaned up before it gets any later.” I followed him and turned on the nozzle next to his. As we washed the sweat off of our bodies, I’d bend down and spend a bit of extra time washing my ankles, exposing my hole to Jim. “If you keep doing that, I can’t be held responsible for what happens to you,” Jim remarked slyly. “Oh, really? What would happen to me, Jim?” I playfully asked as I stood back up. When I looked over at Jim, he was rock hard, and his cock, which flaccid was about seven inches, was now easily nine. He stepped so close I was effectively forced to look up into his face. “Seems to be that you want me to fuck you, boy. Is that it?” “It might be,” I said, looking up into his eyes, getting lost in them. “And you know you can get POZZED by me fucking you?” “Yeah,” I said as I brought my hand up and placed it over his nipple that was encircled in his biohazard tattoo. “You want me to POZ you, boy?” “Yeah, I do, Jim. If it hadn’t been for you and Henry these past few years, I don’t know what I would have done. I was so alone and unsure of so many things until you two helped me realize that there’s nothing to fear from the future. You two are lucky to have each other, true, but I’m lucky to have both of you too. And I want to always have a piece of you with me, Jim," I said right before I brought my mouth down and began to kiss and suck his nipple. His hands went to the back of my head and began running through my hair as I sucked on his erect nipple and felt his erect cock press against my stomach. “Fuck, Aaron. I’m the lucky one to have YOU in MY life. Henry and I have both been lucky to have known a man like you. Not to mention, we’ve both been counting the days until you turned 18.” “You could’ve had me any time you wanted,” I said, momentarily taking my mouth away from his nipple. Without saying anything, he grabbed me by my chin and kissed me. His tongue invaded my mouth and began to lap at mine, massaging it. I moaned at the sensation into his mouth and began to massage his tongue right back. As we kissed, he brought his hand down and wrapped it around my cock. “Fuck, you’re thick,” he remarked as he slowly began to pump my dick with his fist. My dick wasn’t as long as his, but it was slightly thicker. I leaned into his neck and moaned. No one besides me or a doctor had ever touched my cock before. “Lick and suck on my neck, just like you did to my nipple, Aaron," Jim instructed. I complied, involuntarily groaning as I complied, initially licking the tender flesh on the side of his neck. “Suck it harder, Aaron! Fuck yes! Leave a mark on me!” Hearing my neighbor beg for me to give him a hickey made my cock twitch in his hand. I sucked harder at his neck, and he moaned into my ear. Just as I began to put more pressure on the skin right above the artery on the right side of his neck, he pulled me off of him. “Fuck! I can’t take it anymore.” He turned us around and pressed me against the wall. As I stood there, I felt his huge cock between my cheeks. “Bend over for me.” I did as he said and bent over, exposing my virgin hole. Without saying anything, he got on his knees and dug his face into my cheeks. He licked my hole and even began to lick the inside of it. In some ways, it felt uncomfortable, but at the same time it felt amazing, and I didn’t want him to stop. I moaned with my face smashed against the wall, his tongue exploring my asshole. After several minutes he got to his feet, and now standing behind my body, he slowly began to rock his hips, pressing his sex against my entrance. “I’m not going to lie, Aaron. If this is your first time, it’s going to hurt… like, a lot. I’m not exactly small, and we’re going to have to make do with our spit. I’ll go slow, though.” “I trust you. Please fuck me!” “You ready to take your first cock in your ass? And your first POZ load? There’s no turning back once I’m in. I’m already leaking like crazy here.” He said. I looked behind me at his cock and saw that he was leaking precum as if he had left a faucet on. “Yeah, Jim. POZ my virgin hole! Fill me with your jizz!” I said as I ground my ass against his twitching cock. “Fuck yes! That’s my boy!” He said before slapping my ass. He spit on his cock a few times before leaning back down and spitting directly onto my eager entrance. “Here we go. Once you feel me pushing into you, don’t forget to breathe.” I felt the tip of his cock press against my sphincter. He began to push, and the second I felt the head of his cock pop into my hole I nearly screamed. The pain racked through my body, and it felt like he was plunging a kitchen knife up my ass instead of his cock. “Breathe, Aaron. Relax. The pain will fade pretty quickly.” He held still for a while, letting me get used to the pain and breathe to relax. After about a minute, I felt the sharp sensation go away. “Better?” He asked when he noticed my breathing was returning to something like normal. I was too preoccupied to talk, so I just looked over my shoulder and nodded. I felt his dick slide further and further into me. It felt amazing; it was as if I didn’t know I had this much emptiness to fill inside of me. Eventually, he bottomed out, and his balls were against my taint. “I’m all the way inside you. How are you doing?” “I’m alright now. Your cock feels amazing. I feel so full, Jim.” “Oh, you might think you’re full now, but just wait until I pump a toxic load into you.” He wrapped his hand around me and began to rub my belly, just over my pubes. “I can almost feel your womb where my virus is going to take hold. You ready for that, Aaron?” “Fuck yeah! Knock me up! Make me yours!” He began to pump his cock in and out of my ass, and I couldn’t help but moan. The feeling of his cock stretching my virgin hole felt so good I didn’t think that anything could top it. Then he changed the angle of his cock and started to hit my prostate. It felt like my insides were being electrified in the best way possible. I nearly screamed with pleasure until Jim put his big, meaty hands over my mouth. “Quiet, now. Remember, we’re pretty much alone out here, but we don’t know that for sure.” “Sorry, just it feels amazing. I didn’t know my ass could feel so good.” “Really? I always knew your ass could feel so good.” He said. I playfully pushed him, and he resumed fucking me. With his precum already soaking into my insides, I knew that the virus could already be seeping into my system, changing my DNA forever. The strangest thing, though, was that I didn’t fear it. I knew that I’d always have Jim and Henry there to help me through anything that would come my way. “Jim?” “Yeah?” He said, puffing as he rammed my hole as hard as he could. “Can I face you?” “Sure.” He said. He slowly pulled his cock out of my ass, and I felt an incredible, aching emptiness. “Would you mind being on the floor?” “Well, it’s not like I’m afraid of catching anything from IT.” I sarcastically said. He playfully slapped my ass, and I giggled. I laid on my back against the cold, concrete ground as Jim loomed over me with his erect cock. He spit more onto his cock and then laid down on top of me. He began to kiss me and caress my body as our tongues lapped at each other. As he was kissing me, he positioned his cock at my entrance and pushed in. I moaned with the feeling of being filled by him again. He pulled his mouth back from mine and looked down at me as he began to pump in and out of my juicy hole with his thick cock. “Fuck me, Jim!” I moaned. “Yeah? You like my big cock filling your hole, Aaron?” “Oh yeah! Fill me, Jim! Take my virgin hole!” “Yeah! I’m gonna POZ your virgin hole. Give you Me and Henry’s DNA!” “Fuck yeah! POZ my fucking virgin hole, Jim! Fill me with your jizz.” I felt Jim pump his cock quicker and quicker in and out of my ass and a loud, low, guttural moan begun to resonate from his throat. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum, Aaron! I’m gonna cum inside your ass! POZ you with my seed!” “Please! Please cum inside me, Jim! Cum inside me!!!” I nearly screamed. He let out a loud grunt before slamming his throbbing cock all the way inside my ass. I felt his warm, toxic cum flood my guts and his cock twitch inside me with every spirt. He pumped his cock into me a few more times before pushing all the way in and staying there. We kissed on the floor of the shower embracing in the afterglow of our carnal act. It was then that I noticed that the shower was still on from earlier and the water was pooling around us. I didn’t care, though. “How does that POZ load feel in your hole, boy?” “Amazing! I want more of your cum in me, Jim!” “I can guarantee that that’s going to happen. We still have a few more days out here, and I know that Henry’s going to want a piece of that ass.” “Fuck! That sounds amazing! I want to be a cumdump for both of you this summer!” “I’m sure we can work something out.” I felt his cock twitch in my hole one last time before he pulled out. He helped me up, and we rinsed off, for real this time. When we were cleaned up, we headed back to the tent. To Be Continued….
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So much looking to bee seeded. Free any weekend to meet in London. Want it all. Tight ass if you like that x
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Hey guys I've been away from the forum but come back every once in a while to lurk. It's been a fantasy to be fucked by someone off of this forum, someone who's into the same shit as me or someone who read my blog and liked what goes on. Does anyone else have this fantasy? The last guy I hoped up with dug his fingers into my asshole after he bred me and rubs the cum into my insides. I found it so hot. Other than that no great sex news. Just keeping in touch ?
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I joined BreedingZone a year ago this month. A year ago I considered myself a committed sexual submissive, because that's what I've been trained for, but I didn't think of myself as a cumdump, nor did I think about barebacking as a choice - it was just something Men did or didn't do when they fucked me. Once I became HIV+, I didn't have any sex at all until I became undetectable, and then I let Men know I understood if they wanted to use a condom. At that point, I was glad they were still willing to fuck me at all. Finding this site showed me that I could still thrive sexually given my status and my age, even as a total bottom. The input from the members here gave me the inspiration to go out and actually live a life that so many Men post about in fantasy but never have the courage to act upon. Looking back over this year, I realize how much more conscious I've become of my sexuality and sexual habits, and how much more open I've become in talking about it. Yesterday my bisexual son was telling me about the possibility that another boy interested in him might come to his party, and I was attempting to advise him how to manage the situation. After a minute he looked at me and said, "Is my dad trying to be my wingman?" I was not. There are some things I do not. want. to. know. About my own sex life, on the other hand, I've begun keeping closer track than I ever have. There have been several topics on these boards concerning load tallies and load counts and who has taken the most loads in a year, or in their lifetime. I don't count loads because 1) Sometimes you can't tell whether you got it or not, 2) If the Top mostly cums on your ass crack and then sorta pushes some of it in, does it count? Yes? No? There are too many variables, and in any case I wholeheartedly agree with @PERVERSATILE when he points out that "The load is the prize". What I count, instead of loads, are fucks. I keep track of them on my cell phone, in a simple ongoing page in the Notes app. Since Tops sometimes seem to enjoy keeping score by making hash marks on my ass with a pen when they finish with me, I adopted that as my sort-of standard. (In the not-so-good image accompanying this post, you can just make out a faint set of hashes on my right ass cheek; even "permanent" ink markers are no match for a good steam room.) The score I've kept looks like this: March (F-S) ||||\ ||||\ ||||\ ||||\ |||| April (F-S) ||||\ ||||\ ||||\ ||||\ ||| May (Th-F) ||||\ || (S) ||||\ ||||\ ||| June (F) 0. (S) ||||\ ||~|\ ||| July (F) 0. (S) ||||\ ||||\ ||~|\ | August (F) ||{++} (S) |||{++} ~~~ Sept 13-14 (Th) |||| (F) ||||\ (S) || October (F) ||| ff (S) |{+}||\ |~||\ |||| f Oct 19-20 (F) ||||\ \ = a crosshash, or fifth mark that crosses four |{+..} = the Top returned to fuck me again for the number of times indicated by the plus marks ~ = I gave credit for the fuck even though the guy was a little too soft or a little to wasted to penetrate me very well. As long as he thought he was fucking me he got credit. It's the Top's pleasure that counts. 0 = zero fucks. What the fuck was up on Fridays in June and July? f = recently I've started keeping track of the number of times guys flake on me. Obviously, I didn't start keeping this record until March, when I started attending CumUnion in Indianapolis and hotel hosting regularly in Louisville, so it doesn't include fucks from October 2017 - February 2018, and obviously, I don't count the flakes. But the tally above right now stands at 142 fucks for the year - a dismal reckoning that reflects the fact that I'm stuck in the back of beyond in rural Kentucky and have to drive over an hour just to get to somewhere I can be a slut. If I lived in a metro area, that count would be much higher. That count, however, isn't the only count I keep in my Notes app. I have another one on another page, and it's been going on longer, since August 2014. It looks like this: 8/29/2014 CD4: 49 VL: 85,000 11/11/2014 CD4: 160 VL: 840 2/11/2015 CD4: 188 VL: 50 (Damn. So close.) 6/1/2015 CD4: 250 (Dr. not pleased) VL: 65 (me not pleased) Quitting Atripla, starting Triumeq 9/2015 CD4: 285 VL: Undetectable 3/2016 CD4: 315 (I had hoped for better, but Dr. is pleased, so I suppose I should be satisfied) VL: Undetectable 2/1/2017 CD4: 218 VL: 65 (Dr. says this is a normal blip, not a concern) Quitting Triumeq, starting Genvoya 3/28/2017 CD4: 293 VL: Undetectable 2/27/2018 CD4: 249 VL: Undetectable 8/26/2018 CD4: [not checked] VL: Undetectable 10/23/2018 CD4: 300 VL: Undetectable I have a new HIV doctor now I suppose you could say I'm keeping score against the Enemy Virus as well. I take a sort of pride in both of these lists, in ways that are different, but also in one way that's the same. I take pride in my fuck count not as an accumulation, but as proof of the number of Men to whom I have been able to give an ecstatic moment of pleasure. I know little or nothing about their lives - I may never even see some of them - but for the short time they are with me, they are safe, and warm, and made to feel incredibly good, and I have accomplished that, by my certain count, 142 times in a year. If I could have made it a thousand, I would have. I take pride in my CD4 and Viral Load count as wayposts along the road of my fight against AIDS, and my struggle back from the edge of death. The marks denote a long, narrow, rocky road, but I have kept on it without missing a step, and I'm proud of my determination. I take a pride in both of the lists because they're both, in their way, celebrations of life continuing in spite of age, in spite of disease, in spite of doubt, and in spite of fear. They are proof that I am very much alive.
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I started hanging out with some guys I just met last Christmas and since then one was diagnosed with a rare ocular syphilis infection. His eyes were swollen and red on the top eyelid but I had no idea it was a side effect of his condition because he remained undiagnosed until recently. Then I started fucking his roommate. Well actually, his roommate fucked me on Christmas Eve when I was invited to one of their parties and got too high and drunk to defend myself. He just lined up his cock, stuck it in and went at it until he busted inside. Then he flipped my anxious and unresponsive body over and started sucking my hard cock before pulling up the front of my pants hard enough to give me a wedgie and slapping me across the face calling me his breeding bitch. Long story short, since then he's got me incoherently high and bred my hole with a cock I enever realised has a clear sore on it that I thought nothing of. Now I'm being told anonymously by the health unit that I've come in contact with someone infected with HIV and Ocular syphilis and there's a good chance I'm knocked up with both now because my eyelid is fucked and the guy that fucked me has a new sore on his lip and he made an excuse saying he cut himself because the wind blew the soffet at him and it scabbed over. FML I feel so naive.
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GIFTED BY A GUEST! I’m Jimmy, 18, and on the varsity swim team at school. My older brother, Jeff, had this acquaintance named Chris that needed a place to stay. Apparently, he was HIV-positive and his parents had tossed him out. He was gonna stay with us until a bed in the local shelter opened up. The thing is…the only spare bed in the house is in MY room, so he got to sleep with me. I remember…as I was getting undressed for bed, he was staring at me kinda funny…like a wolf looks at a lamb! I woke up suddenly! My bedclothes had been pulled down and this guy was tugging off the briefs that I sleep in. I jerked upright. I blurted, “What in the fuck are you…?” He clamped a hand over my mouth and pushed me back flat on the mattress. “I’m sorry!” he hissed. “I just GOTTA do this! I’m SO FUCKING HORNY. Ever since I saw you get undressed, I just KNEW that I had to have you.” He stuffed my briefs into my mouth and his hands roamed my body, stroking and kneading my flesh. I didn’t really know what to do, so I just lay there. “Fucking SWEET,” he breathed! His mouth descended on first one nipple and then the other. I couldn’t help but feel turned on. He moved down my chest and belly until his lips grazed my cock! Naturally, my dick began to swell. Chris took it in his mouth and brought me to full erection. Chris looked up at me and grinned. “Now comes the GOOD PART!” Gifted by a Guest! He placed his hands under my knees and hoisted them up, pushing them back toward my chest. His face dove into my exposed hole and his tongue did wonderful things, making me moan & squirm. He crawled up between my legs, forcing them apart, until I could feel the head of his cock poking at the entrance to my hole. It felt wet and slippery so he must have been leaking quite a lot of pre-cum. He gazed in my eyes and said, “I can’t wait any longer. Just relax, Baby! You’re gonna love it!” He pulled the underwear from my mouth and began kissing me passionately. He hunched his hips once, twice, then three time and he was all the way inside me. I could only look up at him questioningly as his dick began a slow piston motion…in and out…in and out. He crooned in my ear, “It’s gonna be OK, Baby! This is gonna be the best fuck you ever get!” With that, he settled into a steady fuck pace for a while and I got lost in the rhythm of his stroking and the hushed sounds of two men in heat! I had accepted my fate and was just enjoying the myriad sensations coming from my first poz fuck. Eventually, all good things come to an end, and so Chris shifted gear, picked up his speed and soon was gasping, “I’m gonna cum! I’M GONNA CUM!!!” I got scared and cautioned him, “Quiet! You’re gonna wake the house up!” I grabbed a pillow and held it in front of his face. His hips locked against me ass and he yelled triumphantly into the pillow, “YES!!!” He bucked repeatedly and then collapsed on top of me, exhausted. At some point I must have shot my load, too, because there was a wet patch of sticky sperm between us on our bellies. My eyes filled with tears as I thought, “What have I done? How did I let this happen to me?” Chris looked down at me and said, Thanks, Baby! That was GREAT! I really needed to do that!” I noticed that, in addition to being dismayed by the events, I had been turned on. So much so that wondered if this might happen again. Chris must have been reading my thoughts, for he said, “Tonight we can take our time, Baby! How does a long, slow poz fuck sound to you?”
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Has any major porn studio ever stated that it does not discriminate in hiring models who test HIV-positive? I know bareback studios such as Treasure Island Media, Hot Desert Knights, Lucas Entertainment and SX Video do not test models prior to their performance, so everyone works there at their own risk. I know some legacy studios such as Falcon, Raging Stallion, Titan, Icon Male and GayRoom still insist on condom use on set, alleviating the need for HIV testing of their models, although RS recently released 1 bareback video. What I ~am~ asking is of all the bareback studios that do test, are there any studios that refuse to hire any POZ models whatsoever, even if they are undetectable, thus discriminating against them? Are there any bareback-only studios that do not discriminate against POZ models in hiring, even if the studio "serosorts" models into scenes that match POZ models, other scenes that pair neg models or even bareback scenes that match a POZ undetectable model with a neg model on PrEP who has agreed to the match? Can we draw any conclusion from the few studios such as Helix and Badpuppy that currently release mostly bareback but some condom scenes? Is that condom use because the studio knows the models are serodiscordant and the studio insists on safesex because of that? Or is it because one of the serodiscordant models insists on condom use? The perfect example of this is Travis Stevens: https://www.gayeroticvideoindex.com/S/5/97685.html He began his porn career doing bareback scenes in 2014 for JasonSparksEntertainment, and he continues to appear in JSE bareback releases this year. He did scenes for condom-only (at the time) studios MEN.com, GayRoom.com and ManRoyale, so he did not have a choice of barebacking. Then he began appearing in scenes for Helix Studios in 2015, but every single one of them was a safesex scene, even though Helix was releasing more and more bareback scenes at the time. Since Travis appeared with multiple different models in every Helix scene, and a condom was used in each one, then it's implausible to think that Travis insisted on safesex with each Helix model. Likewise, it is implausible that every single Helix model who had sex scenes with Travis insisted on safesex with him even though most of them had appeared in bareback scenes at Helix earlier. There are only 2 logical conclusions: (1) Helix disclosed Travis' different HIV status to each of the other models, and the models all elected to do a safesex scene with him; or (2) Helix, knowing and concealing Travis' different HIV status, mandated Travis only appear in condom-only scenes. -
The All-Natural Massage I answered his ad offering 1-hour massages. The address provided was for a small house in a quiet neighborhood on the west side. I guess he worked out of his home. When I rang the bell there was a pause and then the door opened. “Hi! I’m Ken. You must be Cliff! Come on in!” The well-proportioned man, standing in front of me on bare feet, was quite good-looking! He had a deep tan, curly blond hair and a ready smile. He was wearing only a gauzy tank top and a pair of white terrycloth shorts. As my gaze surreptitiously travelled down his body, I could tell that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock and balls kept shifting beneath the soft fabric, their outline clearly visible. He led me down a short hallway and through a doorway at the end. “I use this room for my massage studio,” he said. The room was simply furnished with a couple of chairs, a floor lamp and, on a table in the corner, soothing music emanated from a CD player. The pleasing smell of sweet incense hung in the air. In the center of the room stood a large sturdy massage table covered with a clean white sheet. Ken asked me to get undressed and said I could put my clothes on one of the chairs. “You can keep your briefs on, if you like.” I felt a little shy, but did as he instructed. “Hop up onto the table,” he said! “Just lie on your stomach and relax! You told me on the phone that you’ve never had a massage before. You’re gonna be in for a real treat!” As I got comfortable, he told me that he’d been a licensed masseur for over 10 years. His style, he explained, could be summed up in one word: “natural.” “Yep! Natural oils, natural scents, natural touch. Nothing could be finer!” To my surprise, he then removed his shorts and shirt. He stood naked before me. His cock, framed by a large bush of dense, curly black hair, bobbed mere inches from my face. It seemed to be swelling slightly, as if happy to be set free. I guessed that, when fully erect, it would probably be pretty big. What seemed to be a clear drop of pre-cum glistened on the very tip. Sagging heavily behind his penis, two large egg-shaped balls swayed back and forth, suspended in a soft hairy sac. “I like to be nude when I’m working…naked as the day I was born. It feels more natural, more right. Nothing like the feel of bare skin! I hope you don’t mind!” I didn’t know what to say…so I didn’t say anything! He started the session, massaging my feet and legs, working his way up along my body. His touch felt wonderful. His experienced hands kneaded and stroked my cares away. “That’s it,” he said. “Just let yourself go! Let your aches and cares and inhibitions slip away.” I gave myself over to the pleasure of his touch. He had me turn over onto my back and resumed his efforts on my body, once again working his way up from my feet. Magic fingers! Did that sound too corny? He then disclosed, “By the way… I’m HIV-positive. I hope that’s not a problem for you.” “I guess that’s OK,” I stammered. “You know, of course,” he added, “that my virus can only be transmitted by an exchange of bodily fluids such as blood or semen, not by the touch of bare flesh on flesh. Besides, even if I was to fuck someone right here on the table, there’s no guarantee they’d catch my bug in just one try.” “Do you take that daily PrEP?” I enquired. “Doesn’t that keep your viral load in check?” He laughed! “I wouldn’t use that stuff if you PAID ME! I hardly ever get tested, but my count is usually pretty high! For better or worse, I’d rather keep healthy the natural way. I follow a strict dietary & exercise regimen every day.” “Yeah!” he continued. “Natural’s the only way to go. Hell, I even have sex naturally. You won’t find any condoms around here!” This sure sounded risky to me, but I didn’t think it was my place to say anything. He interrupted my thoughts. “Here! Lift up your hips for a minute!” Without much hesitation, I did as I was told. Ken grasped my briefs by the waistband and with one sharp tug, they were down to my knees. “I bet that’s a bit more comfortable!” One of his hands cupped my nuts. “Mmmm! Nice balls you got there,” he said as he gently rolled them around in the palm of his hand. He grinned and asked, “What kind of seed you got in here anyway? Negative?” I BLUSHED! “I KNEW it! So…These balls are full of neg seed? That’s kinda hot! You know…my poz hands…all over your neg body.” His talk was getting me both flustered and, at the same time, turned on. My dick inched across my belly as it began to grow. Ken smiled! “Maybe we should get you out of these briefs. I’m thinking, they’ll just get in the way.” He pulled them off, tossing them on the chair with the rest of my clothes. I wanted to question his actions, but Ken just shook his head. “Don’t worry,” he said! “I do this all the time.” He went back to fondling my testicles, gently rolling and tugging on them. By now, my cock was fully erect. I was embarrassed that my excitement was so obvious. One of Ken’s fingers found my sphincter. At first it made little circles, but soon the tip started nudging and poking, seeking admission. “You’re awfully tight down here, Cliff. I’m going see if can get you to loosen up a little!” I guess I started to get nervous. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. I tried to sit up, but he placed his hands on my shoulders and eased me back down again. “Don’t worry, Baby! I know just the thing to totally relax you.” He leaned forward and engulfed my straining cock in his mouth. His wet lips fastened on the shaft and his tongue started swirling around the sensitive head. “How’s that feel, now? Better? I thought so. You know…your body is VERY responsive. Your penis is so fucking stiff.” With that, he resumed his oral attentions. Suddenly, I became aware that his probing finger had found its way up inside me. He pulled away and looked at me. “You know…my finger…my POZ finger…has penetrated your butt. Technically, my virus is now…INSIDE YOU! What do you think…does that turn you ON?” To my utter shame, my body stiffened, my hips bucked and, without even being touched, my dick began to gush sperm. Ken leered and said, “Yeah! That’s what I thought! Deep down, your body knows what it wants!” He bent forward and took my spurting penis back into his mouth. “Mmmm!” After he had drained me and lapped up the spilled seed, he gazed at me and said, “You know…lots of my clients have gotten turned on by thoughts like that…just like you did. Hell…I’ve had clients get SO HOT they actually BEGGED me to fuck them…fuck them right here on the table…despite knowing I would probably knock them up. I mean, I hardly ever go ahead and actually do it, but once in a while…you know…a guy like me has needs too! I wanna get laid…just like the next guy!” I wanted to protest but his lips sealed over mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth, dueling with mine…distracting me…confusing me. Ken returned to my cock, kissing and licking at it. Amazingly, I got hard again almost instantly! “Ready for more, I see,” he said, smirking. “Mmmm! Just the way I like it.” His head descended on my rigid shaft. For the next 20 minutes or so, he kept me right on the edge, several times backing off when he felt my body tighten in anticipation of cumming again. I felt lost in a haze of sexual stimulation! At some point, something shifted in the mood. Somehow, I could tell that the focus was shifting away from my needs over to Ken’s. I looked at him as his mouth came off my cock, ropes of his saliva dripping down onto me. His face took on an odd expression. “I think you’re ready, Baby! It’s time to have some fun!” He went to the foot of the table and, grasping my ankles, he started to raise my legs. “I’m gonna get up on the table with you! That’ll make things a lot easier.” As he climbed up, his shoulders naturally began pushing my legs back, forcing my knees down against my chest. He kept looking into my eyes, telling me it was going to be OK. “This is what you want, Baby…and I’m going to give it to you!” I wanted to resist but he kept kissing away my protests. I could feel his cock bobbing against my hole, his dickhead leaving a slippery trail of goo. I knew that he was trying push into me, but, stiff as he was, his cock kept slipping, owing to the copious amounts of pre-cum that was leaking all over. Here I was, on the verge of letting a total stranger fuck me, knowing that he would end up filling me with his toxic ejaculate. Panicking, I started to struggle. “Hey!” he barked! “You want me to have to get a little rough? Is that it? You want it rough?” “No!” I whimpered! And with that, my resistance vanished. I was ready to submit. “Please!” I implored. Again and again I said the word, not sure exactly what I was begging for. “PLEASE!” My body surrendered as well as my spirit. My hole, which had been clamped tight as a last defense, now opened, giving him full permission to enter me. I could feel his girth as he slid in, stopping only when he could penetrate no further. He sighed in satisfaction. “I can’t last as long as I used to, but I can still get the job done. You might not convert, but if you do, you’re gonna love having a part of me growing inside you.” “Please!” There was that word again! Ken started up a nice and easy pistoning motion. “Fuck, yeah! Skin on skin! All-natural…just the way it’s supposed to be…just the way I like it! Fuck! You being NEGATIVE…me being POSITIVE…that makes it SO HOT, don’t you think?” He lowered his mouth and pressed his lips tightly to mine, cutting off any possibility of my answering that question. He settled into the slow steady rocking motion with his hips. He breathed into my ear, “I’m in no hurry, Baby!” Occasionally, he’d rotate or grind his hips so I was always aware of his large cock as it moved within me. The constant repetition mesmerized me to the point where my thoughts and worries ebbed away. As the repetitive power of the fuck took hold of my senses, I lost track of time. Ken’s voice drifted in from somewhere. “Is this what you want, Baby? I need you to tell me!” I moaned in response. He said, “Say ‘Yes!’ I want to hear you say ‘yes!’” I moaned again! Louder this time! “SAY IT!” I opened my eyes and looked up at him, felt him deep inside me. “Yes!” I said. “Please…YES!”
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I will be attending a conference in Atlanta at the end of this week. Want some guys to breed and knock this negative bugchaser cumdump up! Poz me and make sure I go home with your hiv and aids loads
