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Chapter I. When I was in college, I dated this great guy. He was out on campus and at home. Over that fall semester, he told me he’d never brought a guy home and would love to show me around his hometown. He was from a decent-sized town with like three gay bars. We’d had some raunchy times together, and he’d just started letting me top him bareback. He’d dated guys his senior year, but never played raw and told me he’d had a reputation for being a bit of a prude. Now that we were off-campus and had our own apartments, it was easier to fool around, but we both had roommates. Our fuck sessions were limited to nights when his or my roommate had an evening class. We’d gotten good at scheduling dates, but forcing sex to happen on a schedule was a bit of a drag. When we had planned evenings together, I always carried a ‘fuck bag’ with lube and condoms, until one night, unscheduled, we met up crossing campus. He’d been flirting with a guy from home that he’d met on one of the apps. My guy was super horny. He basically pushed me into the bushes behind the library and bent over grabbing his ankles. He begged me to fuck him raw, so I obliged, lubing him up with spit and slid right in. It felt so very good. My guy was usually kind of passive, but the outdoors, the risk of being caught, and whatever he’d been texting with this other man really got him going. He was pushing back on my raw cock and riding me hard. I had no trouble staying hard, as sometimes happened with rubbers, and had to pull out and slap my dick on his slippery hole a few times to keep from cumming too soon. After three times trying to delay the inevitable, he moaned and begged for my seed. I rewarded his efforts by pumping my load deep into his hole and rocking my hips forcing my cum deep inside him. We were both sweaty, but pulled our clothes on and went our separate ways. We kept fucking raw like rabbits, in alleys, behind bushes, in mensrooms, darkened lecture halls, and even back at our own apartments. Now, headed off out of town for our first road trip together, we even fucked in the station as we waited for the bus to take us back to his hometown for Thanksgiving break. When we got to our stop, a guy my dad’s age met us at the station and gave my guy a big bear hug, and me a sincere handshake and pat on the shoulder. My guy introduced him as Tom, and we hopped in. Tom drove us to my guy’s parents’ house and told us he’d see us around. Turns out, they’d dated, and had broken up when he wanted to fuck my boy raw, but my boy wasn’t ready. Turns out too, that he was the guy he’d been sexting with that first night I’d bred him in the bushes. As he was driving away, Tom stopped and reversed, winking at us and saying we should go out with him to one of the gay bars tonight, sort of a homecoming, adding that he had someone special he wanted us to meet. We headed inside and were greeted warmly by my guy’s parents. We unpacked a bit and got ready to change into something for dancing and started making out in his bedroom. He pulled his jeans down as we kissed and brought my hand to his bare ass, still wet with my load from the bus station men’s room, and had me spread his ass cheeks wide. He asked me to get his hole more wet with spit. I started to spin him around to rim his ass, totally ready to eat my load out of him, but he shook his head and spit into my palm, bringing it back to his hole. I stood there spitting on my cupped hand and forcing it into his sloppy hole. He laid his head against my chest as I stood there, spreading his cheeks and fingering his ass. He kissed me as I worked to wet fingers in and whispered, ‘remember this position. We’ll need it later.’ He winked at me, pulled on his clothes, and headed downstairs. I was rock hard and horny for whatever was going to happen that night. I tucked my dick into my pants, put on a fresh shirt and headed downstairs. We waved goodbye to his parents and went back to the curb, where Tom was going to pick us up and head to the bar. Just as Tom’s car approached, my guy asked me if I would be ok with him getting fucked by another guy, like tonight. I thought for a moment, and my erection told us both I’d be totally ok with that. I grinned, but told him only if I were there and only if it was safe. My boy nodded, and we hopped into Tom’s backseat. To be continued…- 40 replies
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Open to the public Anonymous cumdump hosting tops and Anonymous to ass up blindfoled (unless you want me to look in the eyes of the person giving me a gift) Hosting at Best Western Hotel Circle. Dec 24th thru Dec 26th. Will add room number here when I check in.; Send me a PM when you want to come
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I'm a 6foot 175lb fit toned body cumdump who wants to be used, fucked and filled by any and all anon tops. If you like to find a hot faggot who's eager to give his body to you and let you use him however you want, message me. If I'm not working I will stop whatever I'm doing to be ready to be used. Will beg you for your load. I love to be waiting ass up with my hooded blindfold on for any top with a hard dick that will fuck me and fill me with his seed. Love being verbally abused while being used. Violently spit in my face, call me pathetic, tell me I'm a useless faggot that's purpose is to be used by men, any men. love meeting guys in the park with my assless jeans and bending over to expose my hole and get off when they pump and dump me. Love to take other cumdump's loads because I think of it that they have a concentrated load to infject my hole with all the cum thats been dumped in them. I get off when a top is about to cum in my wrecked hole and as they cum, they tell me they are charging me up and giving me __________! Hope to hear from men who get off on this. ALSO am still looking for someone who will pick men from online, the street anywhere he wants, to fuck me and I have no say in the matter. I will have to take every cock he gets no questions asked. I hope this someone is slightly twisted and would get off watching some ugly homely men to fuck and fill me with their nasty cum. Make me wear my hood and right as the ugly fucker is going to cum in me, he takes off the hood so i have to see the nasty fucker who is just starting to cum in me. Thats a fantasy i want fullFILLED!
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Being bred by poz tops turns me on so much - I love begging for their toxic loads- Behind my Partner’s back -
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bottom here looking to be bred and swallow loads- any loads obviously accepted:) looking for Dom top to help whore me out and organise a Gangfuck. any takers?
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Looking for a little fun, I did a search for the local gay bars. I picked one of three and stopped in to see what I could scare up. After nursing a beer at the bar for a while, a nice looking guy approached me and asked whether or not the stool beside me was taken. I told him I'd be happy to have someone to chat with. At first we talked about the weather and local happenings before he mentioned, "I haven't seen you here before." "Yeah, it's my first time here," I answered. Getting to the point, he asked, "Well, just what are you looking for?" "A few hot loads up the ass." "Well, I guess that sums it up pretty well." "I think so," I replied as I smiled and looked him directly in the eyes. "Got any to share?" "Any conditions?" he asked. "Yeah, bareback, and no sky high VL counts," I replied, adding "Due to 'circumstances' little while ago, I just bareback only poz cocks. Are you poz?" I asked. "Yes, I am." "On meds?" "No, not yet." "How long have you been poz?" "A couple of years now." "Do you know your load count?" "Well, it's not as low as a guy on meds, but it's not ragingly toxic anymore either." "You're exactly what I'm looking for. Not undetectable but not totally lethal either. Wanna fuck? My hole is cleaned out and it's eager to entertain charged up visitors." "Now?" "Yes, now." "How do you like it?" he asked. "Hard and rough, but you have the cock and I merely have the hole, so once you're inside me, you're the one in control if it." "It sounds as though you understand who's in charge during a fuck. Your place or mine?" "Do you live near here?" "Yes." "Your place then. Let's go and fuck!" We paid up and left the bar. I followed him to his place. It didn't take us long to get naked and down to business. After sucking his dick to get it nice and hard, he lubed it up and used his fingers to poke some lube into my hole. He wasn't huge at about 7-1/2" long, but he his cock was nicely thick at the root. I couldn't wait to feel him balls deep inside my hole. I got into the knee-chest position and felt him get behind me. I reached around to guide his cock to my hole. I had his cock head centered against my hole and he eased forward a bit, opening me slightly, to get firmly aimed for the entry. "Ready?" he asked. "Ram it in and be brutal! Have no mercy on my hole!" I hadn't been fucked in months and hadn't even played with my toys lately, just so I could enjoy the savage and ruthless entry of a nice, thick rod. Instantly he rammed his hard cock into me. I felt the agony of sharp, stabbing pain, just as I had hoped. My asshole silently screamed its pain into my body, and I relished the agony, hoping he had caused some fissures. With the next stroke, he drove into me balls deep, the agony in my hole continuing. I moaned, loving the abuse he was giving my hole, which seemed to spur him on because he continued to sharply pound my hole. Sadly, the pain began to subside. I really do love that searing pain of feeling as if my hole is being ripped open, the pleasure of my tight hole being stroked by his cock. Not that the ebbing pain wasn't pleasurable - in its own way. After a few minutes of pounding my hole I felt his strokes begin to slow, then become harder and ever more purposeful, pausing at the bottom of every entry. I knew he was ready to pump his charged load deep inside my colon. "Take my hot load deep up your ass!" he moaned. "Pump every dirty drop from your balls deep inside me," I answered. And, after a few more strokes, he collapsed on top of me. "Just stay deep inside me, plugging your load in me," I whispered. "Don't let one hot drop trickle out." Alas, after a while, his dick softened and slid out of me. We took a break, shared some wine, and chatted. We quickly agreed that at least one more loading of my hole was in order. After half an hour he asked, "Are you ready to take another load?" "Yeah! Fuck my hole with your toxic seed!" He was already at half mast, so lubing his cock immediately brought it to full mast. I laid on my back for this fuck, so I could see his eyes and kiss him as we coupled. He guided his cock to my hole and easily entered it. His eyes fixed on mine as he entered me. I saw the intent on his eyes, to give my hole a good workout as he gave me another load. Once again, he pounded away at it. Being our second fuck, he lasted a lot longer and steadily drilled me with long, strong strokes, finally discharging the contents of his balls deep inside me yet again. As he laid there, having just delivered his second charged load into me, as the last one was still soaking its way into my bloodstream, he asked "So, how long have you been poz?" "I'm not poz," I answered. Startled, he asked, "You're neg?!" "Yeah, as of my last test, six weeks ago. You're my first poz cock since then." "Oh my God! I thought you were poz! You said that 'due to circumstances,' you only bareback poz cocks!" "Yeah." "I thought you meant you had gotten pozzed." "I figured you might think that." "But...?" He was at a loss for words, giving me a puzzled look. "Something was missing. The thrill was gone. I've always barebacked, unless my top wanted a rubber, and I've always advertised for DDF tops, but taking raw loads got to be too ordinary. I wondered, 'What will it take to put the spark back into getting buttfucked?' and then it hit me, that I needed to start taking loads from poz guys. "The whole idea of letting a poz cock pump its load into me, the risk of getting pozzed, was intoxicating. I placed a CL ad looking for a poz top. One of the responders turned me on to breedingzone.com. Boy oh boy, did I ever learn a lot in a couple of weeks, but even so, I was even more committed to taking loads from poz guys. I don't want to get pozzed - I'm just looking for the thrill of taking a known hot load and then waiting it out to see whether or not I got knocked up. At first I thought I was a bug chaser, but since I don't want to get pregnant, I'm just what someone termed a 'load chaser.' Anyway, since I've always barebacked, sooner or later, I'm going to get pozzed, so why not have fun getting converted?" He laid there with his dick still inside me. I felt it begin to get hard again. Obviously, my candidness about hot loads got him turned on. He began to stroke in and out of me. "Are you ready for another hot load?" "Pound the hell out of my hole! Fuck it until its sore, raw and bleeding before you cum!" With that, he began to thrust harder and deeper. Being the third fuck of the evening, he really had to work at pounding another load out, but finally, he managed to do so. And sure enough, my hole got so sore and raw, it bled. His cock had tinges of my blood on it after he pulled out of me. Not a good sign for me about remaining neg. All the better for his toxic seed to seep into my bloodstream, in case it hadn't already soaked through my colon walls. The greater the risk, the greater the thrill! After he rolled off me he asked, "Well, what now?" "Well, normally, I wait before taking on another cock to see whether or not the fuck flu hits. If it doesn't, because you can get converted without it, I wait another month to get tested. Then, if the results are negative, I look for another hot load, but, just for tonight, if you don't mind having me around until dawn, do you have any poz friends who may be showing up tonight at the bar? Poz friends who like to fuck neg holes? In the meantime, I'll take some wine enemas and you can slut out my hole to any cock you can get to fuck it? I have an enema bag in my car." "Well," he replied, "as a matter of fact I do have some poz friends who love to load up neg holes. I'll get some wine for you, but forget going to your car for your bag. You can use mine. Let me get your first wine enema into you, then I'll call a few friends and post an ad on CL. Let's see just how many poz loads we can get up your ass tonight!" TBC
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The weekend was approaching and I was cruising for some action on Craigslist. I noticed an ad stating there was going to be a barebacking fuck party and they needed more bottoms. So, being a committed BB bottom, I responded. The guy (Sam) explained he and his buddy (Nick) were renting two adjoining rooms for the weekend at a hotel and there would be no more than four bottoms - they were both bottoms and needed two more bottoms for the party. They were renting two adjoining rooms each with two queen beds. After exchanging notes, I understood that I needed to be: 1. Cleaned out at all times, including before I arrived for the party. Additional enemas would be administered as needed. 2. I could not refuse any cock and its load. 3. Poz loads were a definitely a possibility, and, were highly likely. 4. The party started Friday evening and continued until Sunday afternoon. 5. My holes were to be available for loads the entire time. 6. All fucking was going to be bareback - absolutely no condoms were allowed! Being neg, I worried about the poz loads, but the lure of that much cock invading my ass over a weekend was too much to resist. I signed on. I arrived cleaned out, but had mentioned my predilection for wine enemas. Having brought my own supply of wine, and it still being early on Friday afternoon, Nick and Sam, the organizers of the party, gave me a nice wine enema upon my arrival - 50-50, white wine (it doesn't stain if leaked) and water. I let it soak in for an hour and just after expelling it, our first two tops arrived, Being a bit tipsy, I was ready to suck and fuck. We had drawn numbers as to who would be invaded by the first cock. I had been lucky enough to be number two, and so it was in no time I had sucked the second cock nice and hard before rolling over to feel its owner stick it deeply into my tight (well, within reason), asshole. I was in heaven, taking my first cock, and its load, of the weekend. One I knew would be the first of many cocks and loads, far outpacing anything I'd done up until this moment. As I was getting my hole pounded by more cocks, er..., more tops showed up. I reveled in knowing that some, if not all, would be using my hole for their pleasure, and that I'd be taking my pleasure from them. At that moment, only slightly high, the knowledge that some loads would be poz, crossed my mind... I also knew that I had agreed to taking any and all loads and that, most likely, I would not know the "status" of any cock and its load inside me. Though still somewhat sober, I knew I was committed for whatever was going to happen to me. After responding to the ad, and finding out the "rules," I'd done some soul searching and finally decided that, if I hadn't already done so, sooner or later I'd take an, unknown to me, and even perhaps to its giver, a toxic load that would poz me. Getting pozzed, or, somehow, "dodging the bullet," was going to be a matter of fate. Perhaps, like some, Maybe, by an odd stroke of luck, I was resistant to the virus. Perhaps not, but travelling the path I was, of barebacking every cock I took, unless its owner wanted a condom, could (would?) result in me getting converted sooner or later. I had decided to stop worrying about getting knocked up and just accept it when it happened. Soon enough, my first load was in, and it was followed in no time at all by three more. Then there was a lull in the action, so, Sam suggested another wine enema, and of course, loving enemas, and wine enemas even more, I agreed. About the time it had soaked in nicely, six more tops showed up. I quickly lost the enema so my hole could be at their service. I began to lose count of who had their cock inside me and how many loads I'd taken so far. Part of the problem is that, since two of us were sharing a bed, sometimes the top went back and forth between our assholes. But also, the tops were circulating between beds and assholes, so who knew what cock was inside them, and for that matter, who cared? After who knows how many cocks and loads, someone decided I needed yet another wine enema. Who was I to protest? After letting it soak in, and expelling it, I noticed a clock read 11:00 PM and things were getting lively, As soon as one cock unloaded into me, it was replaced by yet another one, I was now beyond knowing, or caring, whether or not it had left its load in me. Viral status? What did the word "toxic: mean at the moment? Neither my asshole nor my inebriated brain cared. Yeah, there were guys, who as I recall now, who had scorpion and what (I now know to be bio-hazard) tattoos in the room, but which cocks had slid into my ass - well, by now, I no longer recalled, nor cared. Now I know what those tats meant, but at that point, I didn't. Not that it would have mattered. Poz loads were now not just accepted, they were readily accepted. Poz loads are part of barebacking, and I was an eager and committed barebacker. Poz loads are simply part of the deal, and sooner or later, one will convert you or not. I do recall one guy mentioning, as he shoved his cock balls deep into me, "I hope you enjoy my hot load." I asked him what ne meant by that, and he said he was pumping me full of his poz load. He sure wasn't the only one to tell me that, but which guy and which cock he was connected to began to blur. At that point, I knew I'd signed onto taking poz loads and at this point, so much poz seed was inside me, more wouldn't really matter. The guys (whomever) gave me another wine enema, and after that, sometimes I woke up vaguely knowing my hole was getting fucked really hard and good. I have no idea how many cocks and loads I took. At one point though, I was woken out of my drunken stupor by anal pain! My hole didn't just ache. The pain was intense! Stabbing! I finally realized that that something huge was inside me and that it was furiously pistoning in and out of me! "Take my poz load you bitch!" Well, I was just conscious enough to know that this guy was pounding the hell out of my hole and he was going to pump a deadly load really deep inside me, and... I was ready for it! I just relaxed, laid there, and reveled in the sheer pain he was giving my hole! I was calm, even though the pain of him ripping me open was intense. The wine numbed me and made it okay. I willing took his toxic load, and if he pozzed, me, then it was fate. In fact, as I laid there and faded back into sleep, I craved his huge cock and the toxicity of his load. Then I fell asleep again. I don't know how many other cocks unloaded into me after I fell asleep. I don't care. I just appreciate that their owners deemed fit to use my abused, open, receptive hole for their pleasure, even while I was drunkenly asleep. Maybe it was as much of a turn on for them as it was for me, to know they used my hole while I was "out." Whatever happened to me while I was that drunk, I deserved. In the morning, I awoke, my hole ached, but, as agreed, I stayed for Saturday's fun. Every stroke hurt my hole, which I accepted as my just dues as an anal bottom. with a hole for someone else's use and pleasure, (including mine, even if it hurt). Yes, sure enough, the fuck flu hit me - pretty hard - as one would expect. I am no longer the neg fresh meat at these parties (I am now part of the trio that organizes them, and I know I was somewhat set up, but I don't care, I had it coming and knew the risks going in), but my (not so longer tight) hole is still appreciated by all of the tops. Plus, even though I am a committed bottom, I have enjoyed sharing the gift, both as a bottom, as well as the occasional top.
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Slut will be in Berlin 26 - 30/11/'14 Looking for loTs of fun. Few limits.
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Hi huys i will be in Berlin from 21 to 24 February I am full of cum and I am searching for slut bottom to seed
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This is the first part in a multi part story. It is purely a work of fiction from my perverted mind. Any similarities between anyone living or dead is purely coincidental also any statements made to the benefits of having HIV or taking meds is totally fictitious as well. My name is Frank and I’m 25 years old and gay. I’m 6’3 and weigh in now at around 190 pounds. I have blonde hair and green eyes and I can easily bench 230 pounds for five reps. I attended a Midwestern University and received my Bachelor’s degree in kinesiology and my Master’s degree in Physical Therapy. I would be as most readers would describe as a hunk or jock. During my undergrad years I also swam, both for pleasure and as a competitor. As a matter of fact I had been swimming since I was 10. It came to be a surprise when my best friend from high school and college called me one day and offered me a job as a swim coach to his junior college swim team. I had been working as a coach for the local high school and had spent many hours suppressing my hard cock that would spring up whenever a player would get too close or spend too long in the shower soaping up his equipment. I never acted on the impulses for fear of being labeled a child molester but when you have 100’s of hot young guys parading themselves past your office nearly naked a man has his breaking points. Mine typically would consist of closing my blinds and locking my office door and jerking a huge load onto my desktop then licking up the evidence. I’m sure a player or two got an erection from my breath that sometime had the hint of a cum swallower, as I would lecture them after a practice or gym class. When I was in my late teens I was a horny cocksucker in a very conservative town in the bible belt so had little opportunity to enjoy same sex relations on a regular basis. Even though Andy was my best friend and we enjoyed making out, we knew we couldn’t get caught so we never progressed beyond groping and cuddling when we could, and passionate make-out sessions when we would go camping. One fateful day I heard of a truck stop about 20 miles out on the interstate where horny truckers who would shag just about anything that walked. So naturally I made some lame excuses one morning about having to go get some new feed for the horses, jumped in my Camaro and headed out to the truck stop. I pulled up between two large rigs and got out to see if the rumors were true. Now, I was a attractive teen, skinny and lean, although full of muscle from all the workouts and sports I had done in high school. As I walked up the line of trucks, my knees began to shake a little, wondering if I had made the mistake of a lifetime, wondering if this was to be the last day of my life. Most of the truckers looked rugged and very menacing, almost as if they had just escaped from the penitentiary a couple of counties over. My thought was to turn and run. Later I learned the guys would be called 'bears' in the gay parlance. At most I would be called a cub and a virgin to boot, having little experience outside of snuggling with Andy. There was a café at the truck stop and as it was nearing noon, I went in and ordered a burger, thinking food would calm my nerves. While sitting there chowing down on my burger I notice that most of the truckers pretty much just ignored me and went on with their business. A couple of them seemed to be looking me over, but most didn't even seem to register me. I had been sitting there about 25 minutes while keeping an eye on the men’s room, thinking that was where the reported action was occurring, but honestly the men's room seemed to be just that - a men's room, certainly not a sex venue. Suddenly an older man approached my table from my blind side and asked “Boy, are you lost?" I looked up to find an attractive guy about mid 30’s looking down on me with a shit-eating grin on his face. I stammered and said something like "No, sir, I'm just having a burger on my way back north to college.” I was lying and I suspect he could sense I wasn’t there for the burger, because his next question was "Have you ever seen the inside of a big rig?" to which I managed to stammer out "No, but I've always wondered what they look like." He smiled and said "Well, finish-up and I'll give you a tour of my rig." I gulped down my food on the spot, left a $10.00 bill on the counter and and followed the man out to his truck. He opened the passenger's door and gestured for me to climb-in and take a look. Once I got in, he went around to the driver’s seat and in one smooth swing, got into the seat, asking “Pretty nice rig, you think?” I was all but speechless, but managed to say something appropriate. Then he swung around behind the seat past a curtain and invited me into his inner sanctum. I was dumbfounded, and couldn’t believe they could fit a queen size mattress in there. He then began caressing me and kissing me, murmuring "Oh my, what a pretty guy." Of course I was more than happy to go along with his directions as he took my tee shirt off of me and began rubbing my back. He leaned me back as he pulled my jeans down past my knees. I had worn my jock strap that morning and he pressed his face into my groin as he began to nibble and suckle on my rock hard cock through the material of the pouch. He sucked on my cock for a bit before removing my jeans and jock, so I lay there naked but for my socks. Again he complemented me, saying "Oh my, we have some succulent chicken today” although admittedly at the time I didn't know 'chicken' was a euphemism for a young guy. He stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his jeans, and positioned himself over me and began kissing and sucking my entire nubile body. He licked my pits and the seat from my balls he cupped my butt cheeks in his hands and began licking and sucking on my ass and pucker. His spit was making it slick and his attentions were relaxing my hole. He probed my hole with one finger, then two. I cautioned him "You're going to make me pee if you keep that up” but he just nodded, took my cock in his mouth, all the while fingering my hole. I couldn’t hold back - the soda had made it to my bladder and I pissed into his mouth and down his throat. My hard cock had gone soft while peeing in his mouth but very quickly was rock hard again and dripping precum. He pulled off my cock without losing one drop of my precious fluids saying “Remember what I’ve been doing to you. Now you are going to show me what you have learned about pleasuring a man.” With that he leaned back. I pulled myself forward towards him and planted a passionate kiss on his full lips. He tasted of piss and, being a man, somewhat musky, but musky in a comfortable way, so naturally I wanted more, so I worked my tongue up and down his muscular body, lapping at his pits. The taste and aroma were an aphrodisiac. I nibbled down to the waistband of his shorts and he lifted his hips as I slipped his jeans and boxer shorts off of him, licking the head of his sustainable cock, which was my first real taste of cock! His precum was sweet and succulent so I eagerly sucked his cock into my throat, although I gagged a bit when he pushed my head down further, but he didn't relent. I coughed up phlegm a couple times but soon found I could deep-throat him with relative ease. I did as he did and cupped his ass and raised him up to reveal his rose bud. It looked clean and smelled freshly washed with just a hint of man musk I dove in not waiting to be invited and invaded his hole with my tongue. It tasted pungent and oddly, a bit like strawberries. I started to finger his hole and discovered he was easy to penetrate, so I wiggled a finger around inside his gut - which somehow felt squishy. I pulled my finger out and licked it to put two in and tasted a hint of cum. I looked up curious and he grinned, saying "You're my second today." He told me to keep fingering his hole and he would treat me to a good drink like I had given him. I was reluctant at first and he asked "Don’t you want to learn to please a man?" I nodded yes and took his cock in my mouth while fingering his hole. It didn’t take long and he was pissing down my throat. He then got to his knees and announced it was time for my next lesson. As I lay on my back, he took my cock in his mouth and raised my ass up in the air. He then threw my legs on his shoulders and positioned himself at my hole. He pressed my sphincter with the head of his cock and slowly invaded my body with his. It hurt like hell as the head of his plump tool stretched-open my hole, inch by inch sliding into me, eventually hilting his entire eight inches deep in my gut. When he reached full depth, he paused to allow my ass to adjust to the invasion. My legs fell from his shoulders to wrap themselves around his midsection. Holding him in in this position, his cock deep in my ass was an amazing sensation. He began to move his hips and his cock began its rite of passage in and out of my bowels. I was clearly there for his pleasure, and he raised one leg onto the bench to get more leverage and slowly bent me over so I was staring at my own cock, which was dripping precum onto my face. I curled a bit more and was able to reach my cock head. This seemed to make him even more excited 'cause he started fucking me with increased passion. As I sucked on my cock and watched his cock sliding in and out of my hole, I noticed a tat on his upper thigh. It was a bio symbol like you see in medical offices and on containers containing used needles. Now, I had been so horny I hadn’t even thought about safe sex when he approached me, and now I was paying the price: he was fucking me hard and almost certainly had ripped my man cunt in the process - now he was dripping his dirty precum on my insides. He growled a muffled gasp and shot his seed into my hole. I was his for all time. He had taken my cherry, my innocence and possibly my negative status from me. He withdrew from my ass, collapsing next to me, but still he grasped my still hard cock, pumped it, and said "Let’s see how well you learned your lesson." I figured 'what was good for the goose was good for the gander' so I climbed on him doggy style and pumped my load deep into his guts, so he may well have taken my last negative load. After I blew my load and withdrew from his ass, he lit up a cigarette and offered me one as I confronted him with my suspicions. He confessed he converted a few months back and while it wasn’t his intension to poz me up, I hadn't asked about his status before we fucked, so he figured I either knew what the potential risks, or I was already poz. He also remarked that as hot as I was, I would almost certainly be stealthed sooner or later, particularly given my high sex drive, so now I could have sex with anyone and not have to worry. It was getting towards 2:00 o’clock and we went at it again. He dumped another load in my hole and I came all over his face (which, to my pleasure, he made me lick off!) When we were done and he had to hit the road, he gave me a deep passionate kiss before firing up his rig and booting me out. He even gave me a butt plug to hold the juices in and so I wouldn’t leak all over my seat on the way home. I felt fulfilled. As he pulled out the scrap of paper he gave me detailing his return trip to the area fell from my hand for the wind to pick up and carry away. Andy had gone to the same university as me and we had some of the same classes but I had never confided in him that I came down with the fuck flu a month or so after my encounter with the truck driver. We even shared a dorm room for two years, but I never got treated for HIV while at college and I always lied to him about my occasional bouts of unexplained flu or colds. I was keeping myself pretty healthy for the most part and the virus hadn’t begun to ravage my body. Andy went on to get his masters at a different school and we somewhat parted ways. We exchanged Christmas cards and would call each other on important occasions, and I was his best man at his wedding. Still it was a big surprise to find out he was the athletic director of a small community college and he wanted me to become one of his coaches. (To be continued – taking the job)
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My master and I were on vacation from work for two weeks. All I wanted to do is to get loaded up as much as I could. The first night of my hunt my master and I went into the woods of a local truck stop. He blindfolded my eyes then tied me up to this large tree in the center of the woods. He gave me a few good hits of poppers and without any lube or spit he stuck his cock inside of me to make sure my ass was ready to take ever guy's cock that came along. He told me in advance that he didn’t care what the guy looked like or how old he was the only thing that he made sure of was they all injected me with their loads. My master’s 10 inch cock was thrusting deep inside of me. It was a pain that I never felt before this was the first time that my master fucked me like this. After about 10 minutes of using my hole and poppers I got use to it and had me beg for his load then after about 15 minutes of him pounding my hole he shot his load deep inside of me. I felt another guy's cock enter me my master told the guy that he had to blow his load inside of me. My ass was craving cum. My master kept on feeding me the poppers and told me to open my mouth and stuck a pill in there. Then my master told me to drink his piss to wash the pill down. I had no clue what it was but it made me more then willing to take more cocks in my hole. It was like I was floating on a cloud and I heard the guy fucking me grunt load I knew that I was getting his load up my ass. There must have been a line because no sooner did one guy pull out another guy stuck his cock inside of me. This was every bottom's dream of getting as much cum in his asshole as it could accommodate. I was begging every man to give me his load. After about 3 hours later I must have passed out. My master told me we were there a total of 6 hours and that I took 100 loads up my ass, and that he had pumped a few loads into me himself. The next day I woke up my ass was sore and on fire. My master told me that I didn’t have any say in the matter of my hole, that it was his and told me to get my ass to the bookstore. We were in the booth together and he was pounding my hole raw. A black guy was in the next booth and stuck his cock through the glory hole and my master told me to suck it and get it wet. I did what I was told to do. Then he told me to stick it up my ass. My master loves to watch me take raw dicks in my hole. The guy started to explode in my hole I felt in go deep inside of me. He pulled his cock out of my hole I quickly turned around and sucked it clean for him. I could taste his milk on his cock. It was so good. Then in two seconds the door opened up and this tall skinny pale looking guy stuck his cock in the hole. I saw bumps on his cock but I knew my master would have told me to take his cock so I did so, if only to avoid the punishment my master would inflict upon me if I declined to service a guy. So, I was being extra good for my master and he was good to me. I heard the pale guy telling me to take his babies in my hole and I did as I was told. The place got very quiet, with just me and my master for over 1 hour. He didn’t care because he kept on fucking my hole and I loved it. Then this big bear came in to the next booth and whipped out his cock. I went on it like a bitch in heat. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked us if he could join in the booth. My master answered, inviting him to come in. This was the first time that I really got a good look at the bear. He was about 6 feet 2 about 230 read hair all over his body and his cock was about 8½ inches hard. I went to work on his cock and my master was pumping my hole. Apig's dream of having both holes filled at the same time. My master was fucking me hard and I knew I was getting his load in me. He told me to take his fucking load bitch then when the other guy heard that I took loads inside of me he asked my master does he take anything else in his hole like piss? With that, my master withdrew from my ass, and the bear took my master's place. My master told the bear to piss away. It felt so good getting filled up with this hot bear's piss. My master told him not to pull out of my hole until he shot a load. Of course after a while it became hard to hold all the piss in my ass but I knew if I didn’t I would have been in hot water. About 10 minutes later the bear told me to take his poz load in my hole, so I knew that at least on load I was getting was going to be poz. My master told the guy to stay in his hole as long as he could he kept on pumping his cock in my ass. My master took the bottle of poppers out and feed me some and gave some to the bear and he started to go wild on my hole pounding the piss out of it and I knew that I was going to get punished for letting some leak out of my hole. The bear started to shake and told me to take his demon seed in my butt. My master told the bear to stay in my hole and feed me more piss then told me if I do not hold his piss I would get it and I knew what that meant. I would go the rest of my vacation with no sex and I would be stuck in my cage with one slice of bread and a bowl of my master’s piss for water. I was having too much fun to stop now. I felt the bear start to fill my hole with his hot piss. I made sure that it didn’t leak out this time. He left and soon after that we did too. We went for a long ride in the jeep he told me that he wanted to go off road to really mix the piss and cum in my asshole and told me that he was going to check the seat for any spills. This was his little way of showing me that he was my master and I was his slave boy. We had a great time but I felt every bump in my gut at one point I felt like some was trying to come out and I clamped my ass so tight that it started to burn. My master told me that I can get out of the jeep and squat and let the piss out of my ass but the only thing he asked me to do is put in the mug that was 46 oz. it felt good to have it out of my hole and I saw the cum loads of my master and the bear. I brought the mug all filled to my master he looked at the seat and tool me that I was a good boy that instead of putting it back into my ass I could drink it. Boy it was so fucking tasty I gulped in down and I started to get a hard-on thinking about the bears poz loads I just had in my hole. My master saw my cock hard and asked me if I needed to cum I asked master please could I cum? He told me that he was giving me 3 minutes to cum if I didn’t cum I had to stop until he felt that I could cum again. With that he said to me with his stop watch in his hand go!!! I stroked my cock so hard that I knew in a matter of seconds I would blow. My god it felt so good to finally cum. My master told me that I was a good boy and told me to take my pants off and bend over I knew that I was getting fucked after I blew my load he always got horny and wanted to fuck my hole and I loved every inch of his cock.
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Tales from the POZ Zone: The Cock with Wings From what I've been told, NY isn't the town it used to be. Stories from the Mine Shaft are legendary, only to me they are story's as I've never had the privileged of pigging out there. But all is not lost, on a Wednesday night on a business trip, I stopped by a pretty hot club, one of the last open sex clubs in NY. It was a quiet night, but that's not always bad. Sometimes there are just too many guys, and the action can become limited as standing and modeling or just inhibitions increase. So I was tuning into the place, checking it out, trying out the slings, (nice!), and getting my ass ready. Did a bit of this and that and thought I had it good when a hot little guy started playing with my ass. But to no avail, he didn't want to fuck. Oh well. Then the right guys came in. He was a chunky bear about 5'10", maybe 230ish, decked out in leather jacket and chaps and a shaved cock that showed his pubic tattoo of a pair of wings that attached to his cock! One look and damn! Tthats what I'm looking for. But he was playing it cool, he went to the patio and was sucking on a beer and sparked up a joint, where he quickly sucked both down. I hung out watching him, I didn't want to act too desperate, although I was plenty ready for some hot leather club action. As he got high, and since nothing was going on, he went back into the lounge area where a good fisting porno was showing. I discreetly followed him and sat katty korner to him on another couch, checking out his cock, and pulling on mine in my jock strap. Oh, I'm in my leather harness I got from California, got a jock strap on, wrist bands and a collar. Everything one needs to show I'm ready to be your slut, pull on the collar and I'm yours! So he's pretty high now, and getting turned on by the video and he knows I'm checking him out and drooling now. He tugs at his cock to signal me, and I don't wait, and slide on my knees off the couch and climb between his knees and proceed to stuff that hot winged cock in my mouth. I don't want to blow it, the session I mean, so I'm determined to give him the best blow job I can, and as I work that cock into a hard one, using every trick I can, he grunts his approval through his stoned haze. So far not a word has been said, just grunts and groans. After I get him rock hard and he eases me off his cock, and stands up and yanks on my collar to follow him to the next enclave, something just a bit more discreet than the video lounge. In the new room, he puts his hands on my shoulders in a way that just makes me go right down on my knees where he mounts my mouth with that winged cock! Woof! I get him hard again and he grunts away, this is getting hot, him a leather bear master and me the willing poz cub. I take a hit of poppers and really work on that cock with that poppered greed, looking at the wings tattoo and know that I'm working on a poz cock too. It had to be, wings to set you free. He's uninhibited and knows I'll pretty much do what he wants, so he pulls me up and gently just turns me around and bends me over. He knows I'll just go into any position, but he just moves me so assuredly where he needs me to be to get at my ass. I'm already lubed up, and he just eases that raw cock into me and starts fucking me with that winged cock of his, fucking me like a good bear master should. There's no discussion of bareback or condoms or status questions, he's the pig master and I'm the pig, all of this is just understood. "Yeah" he grunts and I'm in pig heaven taking that cock deep in me. He grabs my harness and start ramming away and the few guys that are in the club take notice as this is the real action that is supposed to be happening in a club like this. Still not a real word has been uttered. He's probably to high to talk much and I'm just getting off on a leather pigs poz cock up my poz ass kunt. Getting in a sling is one of my favorite things, so I make the move this time, and I pull him out and then holding his fat winged cock, I get him to follow me to the sling where he knows what I want instantly, and as I climb in and popper up and he also takes a snort and then rams that cock deep in my ass! I get lost in the poppers and the guys get close to watch two pigs go at it. He's now pulling his cock out all the way and ramming it in again and again. The sling starts rocking, and I start moaning and grunting like a pig in heat and he's starting to breath hard and get ready to get off in my ass. Fuck yeah! I don't even ask for and he doesn't say it, but he lets out a huge grunt and cums in my ass! And as I know he cumming, he's jerking on my cock, fuck that cock is all cum lubed up now and then I let it out, a deep groan as I shoot all over my self in front of the other watchers who grunt their approval. Fucking hot! After he's done, he just steps away, and since there are no other takers, as perhaps the others are now intimidated by bear leather master slave sex, I climb out of the sling, with his help, and he steadies me, and gives me a hot kiss. Fuck yeah! What a finish! He walks away, and I head to the john to clean up. A guy comes up to me, and said your lucky bastard, that guy is hot! Did he cum in you! He's a great breeder. I check my ass and Yeah, he came as I feel the load on my ass lips and I push it out on my fingers. So I clean up and then go back to cruising the club. After such a session, one can hope for more, but it is really a quiet night. But I hang in there hoping for more. After about a half hour as I walk by, the leather bear, just stops me by the arm, and pulls me closer to him, looking me in the eye, he plants a big sloppy kiss on my mouth and then as I let out a gasp as his lips break from mine, he simply turns me around and pushes me on my shoulder to lean me over a fuck table that in the middle of the room. Fuck yeah! Another round. He pushes his cock on my ass, but I'm dry, I fumble and say I need some lube, but he simply gets on his knees, pulls my ass wide and sticks his face in there licking and lubing my ass and then giving it a big wad of spit, he then just stands up and pushes that winged cock up my ass and starts fucking me hard, fast and good, damn! Again, nothing said, just grunts and groans. The other pig who congratulated me, come right next to us and is getting off on watching that pigs cock fuck my ass. It really doesn't take more than 10 minutes before I can tell, he's ready to unload, and this time he grabs my hips hard and drives that load in my ass, grunting as he unloads. The other guys just jerking away, he's doing all the talking, yeah cum in his ass, fuck and cum in his ass! Yeah! He blows his load and takes a deep breath and eases me up and my head is spinning from this intese fucking and the poppers. Fuck! He wants to help me get off, so I take a hit of poppers and while he reaches around and works my nips, I jack off another big load as I can feel the cum leaking out my ass and his cock between my cheeks. Damn! The other pig watches me cum and joins my pool of cum with his! He may have only gotten off by jerking, but he seems almost as happy as if he had got the fucking. He whispered in my ear, that guy's is a great breeder, woof! you're so lucky! Well shortly thereafter its time to go, and I still haven't heard a word out of him. As we get our clothes from the attendant, the attendant complains about phone calls from guys asking if there's anyone there or if any hot guys are in there. I just volunteer, it might be quiet, but it was plenty hot and looked at the bear master in the eye. He just chuckled a bit and we left. Still nothing was said. It was very fucking cool! Now, I just have to say that poz sex can be really great. But as cool as it sounds, being poz isn't a cakewalk in other aspects of life. If you like scenes like this, that I can understand, but you better understand that being poz means being sick, and there are lots of things to deal with. I don't mind sharing my true stories, but it is also true that I would rather not be poz. Oh well, that's the times we live in! woof!
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This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. I've retained a couple of the follow-up postings as they aren't bad. ************************************************************** I knew the whole fucking thing was going to be videotaped and end up God knows where. Could end up being sold as an amateur adult film, the not-so trustworthy pimp dude Jim raking in all the profits. As I put my clothes in a white plastic bag with my name written on it with a black magic marker and handed my wallet for Jim to lock up in the safe ,I felt like maybe I should back out of this and say I changed my mind. Five "clients" were coming over to try out a couple of his escorts- All of us the ones he could charge more money for, since we took it bareback. I signed the forms he handed me without flinching, relinquishing all rights. Signing everything over to Jim like a good bareback male escort should do. Hey. Meth doesn't buy itself. Plus I get a kick out of being a sub bottom sometimes. I signed as Jim smiled and said, "Good. Now go over and smoke with the others. Get in the mood." I did as told and soon was high as a kite, wanting to get fucked above all else. Some homely older clients that showed up, jacking their dicks while feeling us up were very verbal and daring. Jim walked around with a hand held video camera, giving us directions and commenting on how hot the action was. Hugh, my fellow escort, was sucking off a guy while Jim called him a slut and told him to get on all fours and offer his ass to the guy to fuck. Jim held poppers under Hugh's nose, and soon it was like a match made in heaven, the fucking going on until the guy unloaded deep inside Hugh. I was ordered to felch the guy's cum out of Hugh's tight, freshly fucked ass as Jim zoomed in for a close up. I looked into the camera and smiled,fully intoxicated. "Sick out your tongue and show us that cum!" he directed. "Go into the bedroom," Jim instructed, and I did so, finding a rather attractive, 'though very skinny looking guy waiting for me. "Drink your cocktail," he said, and I took the drink from the nightstand and swallowed it down. Pineapple juice. Very chalky pineapple juice, I thought. Things got blurry a while after that and then sucking his cock became too complex for me and I just lay there on the bed while the man rimmed me like mad and then I must have passed out or something. I woke up not feeling terribly hungover or anything, but extremely sore. My butt was tender and full of cum. I was bleeding a little. I could have contracted anything. Jim knew I wouldn't intentionally take any POZ loads and he always assured me the guys who paid to fuck me were neg. He said he screened them. Jim said I could just spend the night and the video was very hot. "You took it like a pro. They double dicked you at one point- I had to call the other guys in to help set it up and it wasn't easy, but you took their loads alright. We made sure of that." "Will I be able to see the video?" "Nope. No can do. Anyway, you relinquished your rights, remember?" Andre, one of the other escorts came over to get into bed and go to sleep too. "You were so hot, the way you took it all." "What about, like, getting paid for it?" I asked. "One of the guys fucking you was saying something about welcome to the Brotherhood' or something and asked Jim if he could leave you a nice tip. Jim told him you were doing it for the Cause, because it was your duty and you didn't expect payment." Jim was standing in the door as we talked, a huge grin on his face. Relinquishing your rights is hot, I thought, as I drifted off to sleep. Doing it for the Cause. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Love the basic premise of this one: going to a guy's house to get twisted on T and being whored out to pay for the chems. The other month, I was on vacation in another city and I went to this bb party, and took a few loads when this guy at the party said let's go to this other party, so we packed up and went. I was offered to smoke some t almost immediately which I gladly accepted, then got on all fours on the bed and took on any cock I could get. As much as I've tried to find this kinda scene in my own town, I've just struck out so far. I think it'd be so hot to find a poz daddy who would regularly schedule me and another bottom or two to come over after work on a Friday, he'd take and lock away my clothes, I'd get cleaned out, he'd fill me with chem piss, get me wasted on T and 420, then be used by him and his buds and random guys he'd invite from the internet until Sun morn. Eventually guys would know they could just stop by poz daddy's place over the weekend to drop a load or two in our willing asses. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [i was] walking home the other night, chemmed up and slightly drunk, i looked over to see a door open, a fit guy standing there, no shirt, and tacky bottoms on, rubbing his crotch. Feeling brave, I said "Why rub it? Let's go inside and fuck." He waved me over and said, "I only play bareback." I smiled. As the door closed my hand went to his dick. Fuckin' nice. A hung guy like myself. We kissed behind the door. I went down on my knees. Fuck his dick was beautiful. Long thick cut and dripping precum. I thought 'I had better get you to cum before I stick my poz tool into you.' We played about 20 minutes. Damn - he rammed his cock deep in my throat and shot fucking gallons, or so it seemed. I was rock hard and ready to fuck, so I got up got him doggy on the floor and slid my pre cummed dick bollock deep. He said in a low voice "I ain't poz yet." I shouted as I rammed in, "You will be tonight." We ended up flip fucking all night. I didn't see or hear from him for a few months. Then he let me have the good news - he had my gift, and he would ring when he fancies another fuck.
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February 20th, 2007, my birthday. I’d been chatting with my gifter for a while. I knew that I wanted it, but I was also afraid. I had thought about it often, but always backed out. He was into chems, fisting, and was poz (REALLY POZ). We had talked on the phone for a while, sharing thoughts, ideas, crazy things that might happen or did happen in our lives, how he had been pozzed, etc. I was a good intelligent man, who just happened to love taking cock. We talked about how he felt when he was fucking, and how much I’d love it, when he seeded my hole. I can see now that he was seducing me to the idea of taking his poz loads and I was eating it up. Taking advantage my weakness, my willingness, but it was ok. I think in my mind it was just a fantasy and the things we talked about weren’t really going to happen, even though I was sort of hoping it would. I wasn’t really going to submit my body to the ravages of HIV; it was just talk, right? So I booked the hotel and the flight to Portland. I arrived that morning, it was raining, but there he was waiting by the baggage claim. He looked more real that I had imagined him to be. Funny how I thought he would have horns, or a dark shadow clinging to him. We got on the tram together and headed to his house. He said it was close. I was nervous now, but he calmed me and told me everything was going to be ok. He’d watch out for me and to trust him. We took the short walk to the house, and he showed me the shower and told me to clean out. I took my time and did a good job, preparing myself for him. When I came back to the kitchen, he had the meth out and was measuring it, mixing it, putting part of it into a needled syringe and part into a syringe that didn’t have needle. I watched fascinated almost hypnotized. I had never seen anything like this before in real life, only on the television. He then looked at me and asked if I was ready. I was scared, but somehow thought it would still turn out to be just a fantasy and that he’d shoot himself up and that would be that. After all, I don’t do drugs. I put on my underwear and followed him out the back door, to a garden shed in the back yard, my soon to be birth chamber. Inside the small shed was a portable heater on the floor, a roll of paper towels, some shelves with dildos and lube, and a sling. I had never been fucked in a sling before, so that was going to be a first for me. The first of many firsts, which would happen to me on that day. He helped me slide into the sling, and adjusted me, so my ass was at the edge and easy access for his use. My feet were pushed through the straps, making certain I wasn’t able to pull myself out of the sling. My head was slightly lower than my ass, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time. Guess, he didn’t want anything to leak out. My cock was hard and standing up, ready for action. He made certain that I was well situated in the sling, and was comfortable since I was going to be there a while. He reached over and got the syringe that didn’t have the needle in it. My hole was still a bit loose from the douching out, so I didn’t struggle much when He inserted into my ass. He pushed down on the plunger saying “This might burn for a bit.” He then walked around to my head and adjusted the straps that went around my wrists on the chains by my head, to make certain I was secured in place. I pulled on the straps experimentally, I was pretty comfortable and my cock was hard, thinking about getting fucked in his sling. I leaned my head back in the sling and tried to relax. I closed my eyes and felt the “burn” he was talking about, but it felt very good. He told me “You’ve just had your first booty bump.” I tried to concentrate on the feeling of my heart beating and the burn in my ass. The temperature seemed to jump and my heart was racing, when I realized that he had slipped his cock into me. It felt so good that I laid back and willed my hole to open to take more of him into me. The fact that he was fucking me bare and was poz only made it hotter somehow. It didn’t seem real; like it was happening to someone I was watching on a porn film. I don’t remember his first load into me, but my body did. All of a sudden, my hole started clenching and pulling, milking his cock with every muscle in my being. I was being impregnated by His seed, and all my body knew was how much it wanted it. It just felt so good to feel his cock inside of me, breeding me, making me his boy, my body instinctively pulling it deeper inside of me to grow. I have no idea how long he fucked me or how many loads he gave me, when he pulled out and fingered me a bit. He moaned at how sloppy my hole was and how open it was. He then walked around to the side of the sling; He tied the sling wrist straps down securely. I was still out of it some, my body screaming for His cock. The fact that I was naked in a garden shed, with a small heater, in February, didn’t matter, I felt hot and flushed and oh so very horny. My head was rolling from side to side and my eyes were closed, but I could hear him moving around. We had talked earlier on the phone about a fantasy of mine. He pulled out a red bandana from somewhere, put it between my teeth and tied it around my head. “Look at me,” he said. I opened my eyes, and watched as he tied His arm with a rubber tube, then took the meth loaded syringe, found a vein and stuck it into his right arm. He pushed the plunger down about halfway, I watched fascinated as the semi-clear liquid went into His arm. He held it there for a few seconds, breathing deep, and then pulled the plunger out, and I saw the red tint of His blood start to mix with the remaining meth to fill the syringe. He pulled off the rubber tube with his teeth. I looked at His face, it wasn’t an expression, I recognized, and his eyes glittered like they were made of black glass. He reached over, tied the rubber tube around my arm, making my veins stand up, and started examining my arm, looking for a good vein. I remember, trying to say “No, no”, but the bandana was muffling my voice. He found the vein and said, “Here”. I remember tightening up a bit, but He had a firm grip on my arm. “Don’t move!” He commanded and for some reason that I still don’t understand, I obeyed him. My eyes widened as I saw him put the needle into my vein and I remember shaking my head from side to side. I started to breathe hard, fast shallow breaths through my nose. This is real! It is going to really happen! I was staring at the blood/meth filled syringe when he said “Look at me.” I looked in his eyes and felt him push the plunger down. He pulled out the needle, massaged the vein for a moment and then untied my gag. I looked at my arm, where I had been injected, and started to freak out. “Oh God, what have I done? What have I done? Help me! Jesus, help me!” I was crying out. I was panting in my terror. He looked at my face and pulled off the rubber tube, allowing the meth and his toxic blood to flow throughout my body. His bugs already starting their deadly work as they barebacked on the meth. He didn’t say a word as the drug took hold of my mind and body. He just walked down to my spread legs, shoved his hard cock into my hole, wrapped his arms around the chains of the sling, started pinching his nipples and began fucking me with full deep strokes. I looked deep into his glittering eyes. I’m sure he saw the horror in my eyes quickly turning into lust as he smiled and said the words I’ll never forget, “It’s too late. It’s too late” At that point, I realized he was right, it was too late. I wasn’t going to escape; I was going to be poz from this day forward. As, my mind tried to cope with that reality, he was delivering another load of seed into my body, and my ass was pulling and flexing, milking every drop into me. The drugs were hitting me hard and only one thing mattered; that was taking every drop of cum from my Father’s balls into me. “Please, please take my last neg load. I give it to you; I want you to have it. Help me give it to you.” I had to cum for him. Right then, the cum leaked out of my soft cock, He saw it, scooped some it up with his two fingers and put them into my mouth to suck clean. “This is the last neg load you’ll ever have.” And then he scooped some up, put the fingers into his mouth, and licked it clean, taking it into his body. My second load came just moments after my last neg load. He repeated the process, only this time; I was shaking, moaning, and begging for his cock. “Is this my first poz cum?” He looked down at me still fucking and said “The first of many, to spread to others.” Which wasn’t true, but in my fucked up mind, I swear that I could feel the bug swimming in my cum. “Yes Father, yes, I want to spread you to others. You’ll live forever in those I breed, just like all those who came before you live in you. Just like you’ll live in me. As I cum in them, part of my seed will be yours.” There was more talk, some of it I remember, some of it only comes to me in my dreams. The drug filled haze of my body and mind, made me into a cum whore. All I wanted was his cock and to be filled over and over with his seed.
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It was my first time going to this party. While it wasn't advertised as a bareback party, I assumed some of the guys would fuck raw. Arriving at the front door, my stomach lurched with anticipation as I rang the door bell, honestly not sure if I really wanted to go through with this, however at that second the door opened and a hot boy of 6' maybe 160 pounds was standing in the doorway, his hard cock stuffed into a pair of tight undies. "Hi, there," he said as he gave me a quick kiss. I responded by groping him. I get undressed in the main room, I feel all these eyes on my 28 year old, 5' 9" 160 pound body. My cock immediately sprang to attention. Grabbing my poppers, I stepped into the main room, my 6 1/2 inch CEO leading the way. It was somewhat dark, still I could hear moans and grunts, as well as the sounds of cocks being sucked down a throat or two, but it I didn't get the impression anyone was fucking. A bit disappointed I stood in the midst of the attendees, as I stroked myself, watching the show. Directly in front of me was a big daddy who was facing a kneeling boy who was busy sucking daddy's cock. Daddy looked over, took my cock into his paw, and stroked me. Moving a bit closer to Daddy, I was not unhappy when Daddy pulled his boy off his cock and shoves his mouth down on me. The cocksucker's mouth was hot, wet and warm and man, he was an expert at deep-throating! Taking a hit of poppers, I felt Daddy come up behind me as he slid his big rigid cock against my crack. At this point the cocksucker's efforts felt real good, especially since a cock was probing my crack. Taking another big hit off my poppers, I felt Daddy's cock head rubbing my hole, trying to punch through. Daddy spat on his cock and tried again as the cocksucker reached between my legs and guided Daddy's big cock to my hole. Daddy's cockhead felt extra slick, which made me wonder of the cocksucker had added some of his spit (or precum) to make Daddy's entrance less difficult. Again I hit my poppers, and as I did so, Daddy's cock slid into my hole. Fuck, it felt so good. Reaching back, I gave his cock a feel, confirming Daddy was fucking me bare. I could knew he was deep into my body. Part of me wanted to panic and I likely made some move to slid off of Daddy, but the cocksucker wedged me into position so I couldn't extract myself. Daddy meanwhile whispered "Man, your ass feels amazing. My cock loves you," as he also encouraged me to take a few more hits of poppers. At this point I was super hard from the guy sucking me and getting really wet and loose from the cock sliding up my ass. While I was somewhat conflicted, but pleasure won out as the Daddy fucking me was really hitting my prostate and I almost came down the throat of the guy blowing me. Nevertheless I managed to hold off until I heard Daddy moan. Quite involuntarily my hole tightened which caused Daddy to again moan as he pulled my body in tight as his cock throbbed in my ass. I (and my ass) felt warm and fulfilled. This was something I had never done, I had never had a raw cock up my hole, nor had I ever actually been loaded. Immediately I recognized what I had been missing all these years. No sooner had Daddy withdrawn when the guy who had been sucking my cock took Daddy's place, sliding in without missing a beat. I remember thinking 'For a cocksucker this guy sure knows how to top', and after scarcely six strokes I felt his load join the Daddy's load. Yeah, the cocksucker had shot a huge load up my ass, so much that when he withdrew his cock was covered in slime and cum and ass juices were oozing down my thigh. Shaken a bit, and definitely high from the poppers, I slowly walked out of the room looking to grab a quick smoke, even as I noticed the atmosphere of the party was picking up. Noticing there wasn't a condom in sight, I commented as much to the houseboy. Laughing, he explained "The regular party was earlier this evening. It turned into a raw party around 11:00." It occurred to me his explanation made some sense, as earlier in the evening no one had been fucking, whereas, as best I could figure, I had been fucked by Daddy precisely at 11:00. As I thought about the houseboy's explanation when I felt fingers exploring my hole. It was the houseboy, sporting a big grin as he felt the loads up my ass. His eight incher was brushing against my thigh as he whispered "Your ass is wet and hot. Let me add my load." At this point I figured I was in for a penny, so I might as well go in for a pound, so I gestured towards the party room and moved in that direction. The houseboy's finger slid out of my hole but he made a show of licking it. My cock got even harder. As I walked in the room the mood had changed and guys were fucking and sucking like no tomorrow. Hearing a groan, I turned my head to see a guy's ass tremble as he unloaded in a hot Latin guy. I also heard the top whisper "Enjoy that dirty load," as he withdrew, stepping aside as another man took his place. All I could think was "I'm glad that isn't me." My senses were brought back to reality when I felt the houseboy come up behind me as he slid the head of his cock into my hole. Sliding back, I relished the sensation of his large balls on my ass. At that point he proceeded to ram me. His balls slapped my ass and I couldn't hold back and rammed back on his cock and tighten my hole. I guess I liked the loads squirting around and knowing I was getting this guy off. I feel his cock get harder and he groaned as he filled me up with his load. As he pulled out he said "I forgot to mention. This is also a pozzing party." With that he slapped my ass and walked out. With this realization I freaked but was harder than ever. I look over and that Latin guy was getting creamed again. Once the guy finished I walked over, scooped some of the cum from my ass, lubed my cock and rammed it in the guy. His hole was sloppy and wet. I just went for it and kept fucking. It didn't take me long and I just let loose with a huge load. I pulled out and saw my cock was covered in cum. After cleaning up my cock I went to my hole. Worried, I saw it was leaking pink cum. While freaked, I quickly accepted the reality of what I wanted, indeed what I was meant for. Three months later I tested poz. Since then I have been going to this party every weekend.
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I found my way into a "neg only" party a couple of nights ago. It was great. I had to apply with a picture and state that I was neg and clean. One of the great things about being poz and young, I work out and swim and stuff, so I’m hot to trot and look great. The boys organizing the party fell for it and I was among nine or so attendees. Damn, my cock was so fucking hard and horny when I got there. I was a "first-timer" with this group. I don't think I knew a single face there in the beginning, but by the time I left, I knew just about every ass. Billing myself as a versatile top, there were about four versatile tops, two strict tops, and four bottoms. I started the night off with a nice bottom named Troy, 28, blond and blue, transplanted from Pennsylvania. Just the way I like them. He was very sweet and very horny. We were sitting on the couch and making out. Then he stood-up, turned around, and stuck his ass in my face, so of course, I ate-out his hole for a while. When it was nice and slobbery he climbed over my lap and teased my drooling cock with his hole as we traded dirty talk back and forth. I suggested he sit on my cock and fuck himself silly, which he promptly did. I was impressed how easily my cock slid in his hole. Guess he’d had some experience. In any event, we fucked for a while. Eventually, I had him on his back and pounded away until I delivered a nice creamy load inside his sweet ass. I keep my dick in him for a while, kissing him some more. While I was in this position, one of the strict tops, Mike, an 30-something Italian guy from Brooklyn, came up behind me and slammed his dick in me. I bucked hard against Troy and yelped into his mouth. Mike fucked me hard and fast, and got my dick up in a hurry. Pulling out, Mike had Troy reposition himself doggy-style on the couch and promptly Mike stuck his juicy, veiny cock into Troy's sloppy ass. Mike's dick is a bit bigger than mine, about 8 1/2” to my 7”, so Troy was feeling it. Mike kept me on the couch and switched between my poz ass and Troy’s (presumably) neg ass. Mike finished in Troy’s ass and planted another load in there. We rested (and cleaned-up) a bit, and after some chit chat, we split to find some new partners. I met up with another Asian guy there, David, a 23 year old Korean-American, and had an all out Asian party in the middle of the living room floor. Soon we were switching off on each other, my cock fucking his ass more often than his fucking mine. Two other guys joined us (a Latin guy with a huge cock, and a very cute redhead). Eventually, we ended up with kneeling me on the floor doggie-fucking Davie while he in turn sucked and slobbered on the redhead’s dick, and while Javier (we called him jay) went around back and stuck his huge dick in me. I was in heaven. We fucked like that for a while until Kevin (the host) came over and brought some poppers. Kevin gave everyone a sniff and we were all soaring and poking each other. Someone mentioned double-dicking, and Jay pulled out (leaving me aching and empty) and tried to slide in next to me in David’s ass. I gotta say, the mechanics of double-dicking are challenging. David was a bit nervous, but the redhead helped Jay and David connect while David sat on my cock. Kevin made David sniff some more and soon, although I felt David tense and buck a bit, Jay was sliding his huge cock next to mine. My dick was nice and raw and sending sensations all over my body. You see, Jay was by far the most active fucker, so his cock was, essentially, massaging both my cock and David’s hole. We fucked for maybe the better part of ten minutes before felt that wonderful contraction, and I blasted my second poz wad into yet another neg ass, coating Jay’s cock in the process. I disengaged myself from David and Jay, and watched Jay seriously pound David’s ass. I guess the redhead wanted to experience a double-dicking, so he positioned himself on the floor so David and Jay could include him in the fun. David started moaning again and his eyes seemed to glaze-over as the two dicks fucked him. I watched them finish-up with Jay shooting first and then the redhead. Aside from the sheer challenge of taking two dicks up my ass, I was envious of David. All that beautiful cum coating the inside of his ass. I rested for almost two hours after that, slowly pumping my cock as I watched all these boys going at it. Finally recharged, I set out to get breed one more guy. I’d been eyeing this guy who was there, and finally connected with him. Turns out his name was Joey. He was a somewhat little guy, lean, lightly hairy body, nice and tight with short brown hair and brown eyes, a solid looking uncut cock and low-hanging balls. He also had the cutest, smallest ass in the room. I took him to a corner and turned him over, no small talk, and started eating him out. I had him moaning and gasping as I dug out a few loads already deposited in there. I wanted his ass spic and span for my load. When I only tasted his ass on my tongue, I stepped up and slid in. Damn he was slick and tight. I rough fucked him, making him moan for more. It was too good and my balls were already on-edge, nevertheless we managed to fuck for about fifteen minutes. I’d pull out every now and then to eat his hole and see his puffy asslips wink at me. Sweet! Inevitably my orgasm was hard, fast and painfully into his sweet ass! To say the least, my balls were empty. I stayed inside his hole as I jerked him off from behind, feeding him his own load. What a great group of guys. There's talk about another party soon. Meantime, I’ve kept in touch with almost everyone there. We'll see what happens now. Asianboy.- 1 reply
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The Greatest Spectator Sport In The World
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I headed out to the Baths around 3 pm Saturday. I was surprised to find it busy so early. As I walked to my room, I saw men in various stages of undress, and was happy to see quite a few younger guys—prime prey for older, diseased Fuckers like myself. I don't necessarily go for the Twinks. I like my men older and a lot sleazier than them. But it was cool seeing the kindergarten gender out and about—a lot of good lookin' chicken feed there--each a potential convert to the cause—or HIV. I checked out the Maze and watched 2 POZ dudes assail a Youth of 19 He was getting slammed in both ends. The scene evoked a pangs of jealousy. I wished I were him. But I'd been there hundreds of times, witness my semi-celebrity status as a survivor. I knew my POZ brothers would do a good job, turning the Boy into a Crazed Cum Slut who'd cum back again and again until he finally got AIDS. The sixtyish Top was mustached, a slender 5'9, with a 7" Cock. My other POZ Bud was in his fifties, 5'10", with an uncut 6-1/2. My mustached Pal gave me the high-sign—they were doing it bareback. They repeatedly fed the Kid Poppers, and he compliantly sniffed from the little brown bottle. I watched until my stached friend slapped Junior's Ass—a portent of what was to Cum. He moaned and splattered the Kid's guts with POZ Spooge. Greatest Spectator Sport in the world! Not to be out done, the Dude fuckin' the Kid's mouth shot down the Boy's throat. Unprepared for such a voluminous infusion, the inexperienced Teen began gagging. I prayed for any oral ulceration which might give the Virus a foothold, then headed for the john where I knew my Brothers would assemble to cleanse themselves of all traces of the Act. "How was he?" I inquired enviously. "Fuckin' Incredible, Man! The Kid's Ass was so soft and tight—an Ass to die for. Makes me wanna quit takin' Meds." I knew my Bud already took his Meds so erratically and sporadically, that he must have built up quite a resistance by then. As I headed back to the Maze to find a Twink of my own, the Kid scooted past toward the lobby and exit—as if he could escape the Seeds of Destruction bored into his Ass.- 3 replies
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I went to the baths Sunday morning to work out and meet with a Bottom who never showed up. I walked around after my workout, getting stiffer by the second, and passed a room with the door open. Three guys were screwing in there. The youngest was a major Pig Bottom with an Ass so sexy I was sure it must already be bursting with Cum. I stroked my Meat; and the guy nearest the door, the Pig's Lover, invited me in. The 3rd Dude, a Muscle Guy whom I’d POZZED the year before, was plowing the Bottom. I was in for some serious Butt Fucking. The good-looking Lover told me the Kid was a “major Cum Slut,” and was whoring him out. One stipulation: “Guys wearing CONDOMS need NOT apply”. The Muscle Guy pulled out, and I rammed my Meat up the Kid's Hole. The Kid roared in pain, but his Lover bellowed at him to shut up. He told me if the Kid continued ’making a scene’ to fuck the shit out of him. The Boy loaded up on Poppers till he turned red in the face, and I got to the brink and pulled out. I wanted to build up a truly lethal dose of POZ Jizm. I asked Lover Boy if the Kid were POZ or NEG. He didn't know and couldn’t have cared less. The little Whore just wanted Cum up his Ass. I told the Punk I was going to flood his SHITTER with POZ SPOOGE. The Boy squirmed maniacally, trying to push me off; but his Lover thwarted his efforts, pressing his knees to his chest, urging me to POZ FUCK the little Cunt. After I shot, Muscle Dude shoved his Cock in the Kid's Hole, and with my Load for Lube, POZ FUCKED the Kid too. My Bud hadn’t let on that he was POZ, but later admitted that all that POZ talk had gotten him horny as hell. We bred the Kid several times. For good measure, I screwed Muscle Dude, too, then returned to my room for a nap.
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One night I decided to check out this Tearoom. It's relatively safe and you get a good mix there from hot Teenyboppers to sleazy Old Trolls—a hodgepodge that guarantees just about anything can happen and usually does. At first I thought no one was there till I spied pair of hairy legs. I sat down in the adjoining stall and glanced through the peephole. Pressed jeans and Jockeys lay crumbled on the tile floor around a pair of well developed calves. A minute later a youthful hand beckoned beneath the wall. I had no idea what the Faggot had in mind, but was inclined to let the Dude do what he would--till the Guard walked in. “Closing time!” I exited the stall as he switched off the light. It was dark as hell. You can imagine my surprise when an arm went round my waist and a hand groped my crotch. I jumped. The guy in the can? Just as I decided to let him play, the Watchman reappeared . “Out now!” Outside I found myself alone so I trudged off to the Bus Stop. This Teenybopper came in and sat down beside me. The Fucker from the Stall? The Dude was drunk as hell. "Hi." "Hi" back. He smiled in that stupid boyish way. “Guess how old I am.” “Sixteen.” "Nah, you're wrong! Everyone thinks that since I cut my hair. I get soooooo mad when guys think I'm that young. I'm 18." "Uh huh." "Whatcha doing?". “Waitin’ for a bus.” "Me, too. I’m drunk." "I gathered." The Kid leaned in closer. I was about to leave and wait somewhere else when he announced he’d do anything for money. His candor took me by surprise. He hankered to become the Kept Boy of some Sugar Daddy—who‘d pamper him and keep him in the latest shit. I couldn’t help but laugh. "What's funny?" "You're barkin' up the wrong tree, Sonny. Why do you think I’m waitin’ here instead of driving myself home?" " I still like you. Can we go somewhere?" "There’s a park a half mile down." As we strolled along (I strolled; he stumbled, more or less) I got a better look at him. Hot in that street-like grunged-up way—tousled dark hair, brown eyes, smooth skin, 5'8" and slim. The thing I noticed most about him was that he was soused—absolutely reeked of alcohol. He rambled on about his life. He lived with an alcoholic Uncle who’d introduced him to Gay Sex. They’d had a torrid love affair till Uncky took to pimping him. I wasn't sure how much was true and how much, crap; but I listened all the same. I was only a few years older than he, but I guess he saw me as the Big Brother type. He jabbered on about how he'd love to be a Rich Man's Whore and how he'd do anything for pay. I assured him that there were a lot of needy guys out there who'd gladly pay for play. He asked me what kind of things he’d have to do? "Pretty much the usual--suck Cock and spread your Cheeks." That turned him on. I pictured him all boozed up at the Baths. Man! He'd be dripping POZ CUM in no time. The older Dudes would juice his Innards big-time with their Slimy Loads. The Kid wouldn't even know what hit him. Still, the Baths were out of the question as I had only a few dollars in my pocket; but the Kid had possibilities. “I know a place where we can go if you want to get it off.” I told him to be forewarned—of guys who practiced "Unsafe Sex." That didn’t faze him, but he beamed so much I thought, “Why not?" He wants it. It's not my fault that he's gotten soused.” I felt a fleeting pang of guilt. “You sure you wanna do this?” He reaffirmed his eagerness, but freaked out at something in the bushes. "Try not to be so obvious ‘bout bein’ drunk and all. This park is rife with scum. You never know what kind of Slime you’ll cum across--besides the Slime you want to meat. Just hang with me and you’ll be OK.” We made our way to the Men's Room. The lights were out and there was a young guy sucking an older Dude at the urinal. The Sucker looked serene as he worked his lips over the Senior's Dick. I recognized the Suckee as a compatriot of mine—his first outing since a bout with PCP PNEUMONIA. He'd bragged about the Punks he’d POZZED. The Kid looked mesmerized. AIDS DAD beckoned for my Boy to join the fun, but the Kid turned and ran. I followed. "What's wrong?" “I'm tired of suckin'. I wanna fuck.” We walked into the female john and watched two Trolls humpin'. A bunch of dudes lurked in the shadows. I recognized another POZ Bud and some bareback regulars. “More to your liking?” "S’okay," he muttered noncommittally. The guys were ogling him and closing in for the kill. I just stood back and let Nature take its course. The POZ Dude came up behind him, reached around, unzipped his jeans and pulled down his trou. Another shoved Poppers beneath his nose, exhorting him to inhale 'deep and often.' A third knelt to suck his Cock while the POZ Dude (who was old enough to be his fabled Sugar Dad) spat on his fingers and shoved them up his Virgin Ass. I went outside to wait as epithets of Gay concupiscence wafted through the stale night air. AIDS DAD rounded the building fast as his skinny limbs would carry him. He undoubtedly would want a piece of the Boy, too; and he was welcome to him. It was close to 2 AM when the Kid finally stumbled out, and it wasn’t just Booze inhibiting his mobility. He walked kinda funny like he had a Stick up his Ass. I wondered how much Cock the Boy had taken, but decided it was too impolitic to ask. He sat down on the grass complaining how badly his Butt hurt. I nodded sympathetically. He wiped his mouth which gleamed of Spooge. His forehead, cheeks, and chin glimmered ghostly white with Gay POZ Creme. I knew he’d taken Mega Doses and prayed the Bug was careening his hormone-ravaged veins. I helped him up and we headed back to the main thoroughfare—a taxing hike for one who’d been so wantonly abused. Through conversation I tried to distract him from his ills, but his mind was too far gone. I felt a smidgen of guilt until I rationalized that, young as he was, he'd be fit as a fiddle in a day or two and would learn to live with HIV. And with his predilection for rough trade, he’d end up a proliferant Gift Giver. I spotted a cab, and that's how I left him—gingerly parking his torn Butt on the clammy vinyl seat. It was a nice night, and I decided to walk home.
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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.
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Young Hottie Implements His Devious Plans
rawTOP posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
OK. I'm conceited. I'm a totally Hot Jock. I am 21, and a total Hottie. I work out 5-7 times a week. I have an awesome chest and abs. I'm normally a Bottom and love to get plowed hard. I'm also bi, once had a girlfriend, and currently shack up with my 19 year old Lover, Ty. My girlfriend freaked when she found out I was a Fag, but I had special plans for her. My Lover is a preppy Kid, who once was kept by a rich old Sugar Fart. Daddy or not, we had this arrangement where we took care of each other—sexually, that is. I myself have taken Cock up the Ass for 3 years now—and a helluva lot of POZ Cum. Five months ago I tested POZ myself. I fell in love with my little Bimbo, Ty; but Sugar Daddy kept getting in the way, so I had to break them up. PLAN 1 One night, I filed my fingernail pointy and jabbed it up Ty's Hole hard. When I pulled out, my Index was bloody. I took a deep breath (remember, I'm a total Bottom) and rammed my Cock up Tyler all the way. God, how that Y.M. squealed! I hadn't used any Lube on purpose. "Oh shit! I forgot," I lied, soothing him. When he grew aroused again, I shot a huge POZ Wad up Tyler's Ass. Again I wiggled in my filed Digit in, scraping him until he bled. Four months later, I announced that I had Herpes. "Geez, Ty, maybe you oughta get tested, just in case..." I never had Herpes in my life. Ty got tested, and two weeks later got an official diagnosis of HIV. He couldn't figure out where or from whom he'd contracted it. He correctly surmised it was from me. Oops! PLAN 2 I ordered one of those mail-in test kits and dropped it off with a NEG Bud. My address was on the return label. When I got a letter notifying me the results were in, I gave it to Tyler. He called the number, and punched in the code. Naturally, I'd tested NEG. Reluctantly I intimated that it must have been Sugar Daddy who'd POZZED him. But Ty vehemently rejected that, maintaining, beyond all shadow of a doubt, that Sugar Daddy was too impotent to play around. PLAN 3 That weekend I helped Ty, still upset over being POZ, get stoned and drunk. I drove him to a Tattoo Parlor where I convinced him the only way to escape the doldrums was to face the facts—as in having "CUM SLUT" tattooed between his shoulder blades and "POZ" between his Nips. He freaked out when his new Tats saw the light of day. Sugar Daddy would kick him out and blab to all the world about his Status. I suggested a preemptive strike—that he leave Sugar Daddy before he found out and move in with me. I explained I loved him so, it didn't really matter to me that he was POZ. To cork it all off, I got down on my knees and sucked him off. That clinched it! The Little Slut bought my B.S. hook, line, and sinker. PLAN 4 My girlfriend was the final obstacle. She just couldn't fathom how two men could fall in love. Her constant nagging and hostility toward Ty were unconscionable. I had no choice but to invoke PLAN 4. Step 1: I made sure she knew that Ty was POZ. Step 2: I arranged a little get-together, plying both with booze and pot, so neither would recollect who'd fucked whom. Step 3: I gave her the same nail treatment I'd used on Ty. Step 4: When (Praise the Lord!) she tested POZ, I dumped the Bitch, accusing her of cheating on me with (whom else, of course?) my best friend, Ty. -
Well, the Gay Cinema certainly works for me. It was a hot afternoon, and I got there about four. Rather than take a seat, I stood at the back. This guy, 25 or so, pudgy, shaved head, with really dark circles under his eyes, kept turning around to look at me. There was something sexy about the Guy. I kept thinking, 'That Dude is POZ!' After a while he got up, walked over, and stood beside me. Casually I stepped closer so that our bodies touched. Next thing I knew he was caressing my Ass. We kissed while he unzipped and pulled out his long, thin, banana-shaped Dick. I knelt down to suck it, and he ran his hand inside my briefs. Quick to accommodate, I unbuckled and rummaged around for my trial size KY. Excited, I squeezed too hard and gobs of gel exploded all over my Buttocks. No matter. I leaned over a seat back; and, with no qualms nor Condom, he slid in. I hit my Poppers as he fucked me, and 5 or 6 guys turned to watch. He lost control. "Was that Hot Cum?" "Yeah, really, really Hot Cum," he responded. "HOT like in HIV?" I stuck my tongue between his lips. "More like HOT as in AIDS." "Really? You don't show it." "Looks are deceiving. Besides, it's dark in here." I remembered the dark circles under his eyes. I felt really slutty standing there, trou down around my ankles, his POZ Cum dripping from my Ass. He pushed me back down, and I sucked his Dick. He spread my Ass Cheeks. One of the voyeurs took up the invite, and another raw Cock entered my Ass. The new guy plowed in and out while Pudge ran his fingers through my hair and I sucked his Cock. The Fucker was about to cum. "Ask him if he's POZ," I whispered. "Don't worry, Dude," the Fag overheard. "I'm POZ enough for you." I glanced back to see his emaciated face contort with pleasure as he shot in me. When the Wastrel withdrew, Pudge pulled me against him. Lubed by the two Loads dripping from my Cunt, his thin, curved Rod slid in to the hilt. He ground his hips against my buttocks to meld the Toxic Loads into my Pussy before he shot a second time. "You OK?" he asked with concern. I was in Heaven.
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It was the weekend, and I was out on the town. I decided to drop in on my high school Pal. He started hustling at 18, and loves every minute of it. Says it's the best money he's ever made. It's not the most secure job in the world, but the benefits are immense. He doesn't think he'll make it to 30, so he does just what he wants. I asked how his week had gone. One married man and a couple Fags. He said the married guy fucked him in their conjugal bed while wifey was out of town. He'd decided to give the Bi a break (since he'd neglected to mention he has AIDS) and stayed the night. The Bi had desperately needed a Hot Teen Boy to fuck, and may have gotten a wee bit more than he'd bargained for. (My Pal plans to remain a Teen for at least another 2 years.) We talked at length about some of the younger dudes and some of the older used up Pussy (including my Pal). These boys are usually addicted to sex or drugs or both. Many are POZ. He tricked at the Pit two weeks ago. The John wanted a Hot Boy to fuck. My Pal got all chemed-up, forgot about his Trick, and fell asleep in the Sling Room. He took a dozen Loads. Cum was literally pouring out of him, so he got down on hands and knees to lap it up. I checked out a couple bookstores. The Pleasure Chest attracts all kinds. I hooked up with a trucker who looked and smelled like he never bathed. He bent me over and, before sliding in, shoved some party stuff up my Ass. Felt real nice. We quickly gained an audience, and I took half a dozen Loads. I love being bent over and stuffed with Cock. I'm not the least bit choosy, and suck, and get fucked by, whoever cums along. "Got a Special Gift for you," one Creep whispered in my ear. "Yeah, whatever." I wasn't impressed. I was probably the one POZZING most of them. I just kept taking Cum till the Dudes were spent, pulled up my pants, and left. I farted as I walked along. I ducked into a doorway and stuck a finger up my Ass. I hate being dirty. I know it turns some guys on, but I prefer being clean. I walked past some street urchins. One whistled and yelled to get my attention. It's exciting being a Harlot of the Night. I tried it a few years back. You never know who or what you're gonna meat. Plus the money can be spectacular—providing you fuck raw. I stopped at The Station. I hadn't planned on staying long, but it was packed. I headed to the back room where a guy demanded I suck his Cock. His Dick had lumps all over it, but I sucked it nonetheless. I ended up taking another 15 Loads, give or take a few. Sometimes I lose track. It was almost 4 a.m. by the time I reached The Pit. I passed several Leather Men on their way out. One of them whistled as I passed. "Nice Ass!" 'Pity he's leaving,' I thought to myself. He had lots of tats and looked real sleazy—my kinda guy. Still, guys like him are a dime a dozen that time of night. The first thing I noticed was the still large crowd. I tried to get into one of the G.H. Booths, but all were all occupied. One guy told me that in the corner booth a POZ Dude was whoring out his Boyfriend’s Ass. The Boy had already taken dozens of Loads. I wondered what the Kid looked like, but my Ass twitched. I needed Cock. I headed to the Sauna and stumbled into an Orgy—guys sliding up Ass and screwing mouths all over the place. I had some drug-fucked young Twink slither up to me and say that he adored my Butt. Tit for tat I slipped behind him and shot my Load up his cum-drenched Ass. An older Dude was playing with himself. I dropped to my knees to go down on him when he turned around. I dug my tongue into his hairy Pussy and chowed down on his Ass Lips. He was none too clean; but as the saying goes, 'If you can get past the smell....' Actually, I love all Ass, dirty or clean. I didn't used to, but I do now. Trading places, he screwed his Cock deep up my Ass before shooting a huge Load. Even with all the Spooge already in me, I felt him Cum. He slipped me a few love pills and walked off. Two older men were ravaging a young guy who'd passed out near the door. It was hot watching them fuck the senseless Youth. I noticed the BIO-TAT on the Fucker's arm. “WAY TO GO, MAN!“ I fucked the Fucker, while his Partner shot down Junior's throat. I slapped BIO-TAT on the Ass and reamed Junior myself. I headed to the john. Shit, it was packed! I had trouble working my way amongst the fucking, sucking bods, so I had to stay awhile. I maneuvered for a little space as countless Cocks explored my Crack and hands groped for my Balls. I inched toward the exit and the dormitory sector. Guys in rooms with doors flung open were begging to be fucked. A really chemed-up Dude came up to me and started eating out my Hole—right there in the corridor. Meanwhile, I sucked off a mustached Dude who pushed my head down in his Crotch. My motto: Never Pass Up Good Cock! In one room a Black Daddy fed his Ass to a Young Fem. After a few minutes the Daddy demanded, "Eat my Shit, Kid. Suck those Turds!" I would have stuck around to watch the Youngster turn brown; but suddenly felt queasy, and I'm no prude! I remembered the POZ Dad who was whoring out his Son and headed back to the Glory Holes. I entered an adjacent Booth and spied the Youth, face pressed against the Glory Hole across from me. He's was indeed a beauty—soft, silky skin; arrow-straight Cock glistening with Cum; reddish-blonde Pubes obscuring sex-starved shriveled Balls; a mop of thick red hair which screamed DYED, BLO-DRIED, AND PERMED; and blonde body fuzz which gave the Youth a surreal, air-brushed air. The POZ Dude (a Leather Daddy I didn't know) put his face against the Hole. "WANNA CHARGE UP MY BOY?" “YEAH," I replied. According to the Daddy, the Kid was new to the scene, and Daddy was merely fulfilling his patriarchal obligation to make sure the Youth got bred. "You POZ?" Daddy inquired. "None of your business." "I am. Turn around." I didn't need a second invite, and his Cock was up my Ass. It hurt like hell, despite all the other Loads I'd taken. I've neglected to mention his mammoth P.A. As nimbly as he'd entered me, he pulled back out and tore into my Hole with his nails. My masochistic side drooled at the damage he was inflicting, even as I cried out in pain. Satisfied that I'd been properly prepped, he slammed back up my Ass. I was close to passing out, but kept sniffing Poppers to give me an adrenaline boost. My head swam all the more. After God knows how long, he shot one humungous POZ Load up my Ass. God, so much Jizm! When he pulled out a juicy glob of Spooge plopped to the tile. I knelt down and licked it up. As if on cue, the Kid turned and smiled in my direction. It was hilarious cause he looked so out of it—till I realized I must have looked the same to him. "Wanna suck and fuck me, Mister?" he asked, glancing at Daddy for approval. The Boy was so good-looking and tight , I had no problem spewing Bullets up his Ass, despite all my other fucking. Then, for good measure, I rammed my fist up his Ass and twisted. "Uhhhhhhhh!" the Boy winced, squealing in pain. "Stings a little, doesn't it, Boy?" I knew if the Dumb Slut didn't feel so good right then, he'd feel twice as bad by morning. The Youth turned and fed his Cock to me through the Hole, and I sucked his NEG (?) Load down my throat. Daddy invited me join them in their booth while he went off in search of other prey; and I spent the next few hours pimping out his Son. Thanks to all the horny Diehards who'd hung around, by 11 A.M. the Boy could hardly walk. Daddy and I each grabbed an arm and dragged him to their car. Daddy dropped me off at home, where I slept a sound and dreamless sleep till I awoke—ERECT AGAIN.
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Helping a 19 y.o. bug chaser on his quest
rawTOP posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
I met a College Kid this morning. We'd been corresponding for several months, and he'd been on my case to POZ his Butt. He'd been taking it raw since he'd started fucking, but had grown impatient with testing NEG. I work out on at the Baths several times a week. Finally I grew tired of Junior bitching and invited him to drop by. He got there early and was dressed in Tee and 501 cutoffs. Beneath those he wore bikini briefs, apparent because his 501's had ridden down his Bubble Butt, revealing an enticing bulge between his legs. Like a good boy, he waited patiently for me to shower; then I showed him to my room. I peeled off those briefs of his and bent him over the bunk. I rimmed his Cunt till it was soaked with Spit, then mounted him and rammed it home, POZ CREAMING HIS NEG ASS. How I wished I'd had more time, but in my eagerness to accommodate my fellow man, I did the next best thing. I turned him over to a Gift Giver Wannabe who desperately needed to POZ FUCK. He hadn't taken Meds to date, so I had high hopes his Bug would take. Yeah, I know. I'm not a Chicken Hawk. I don't usually mess with guys 19. But the little Twirp deserved it so, I did everything in my power to screw him up. -
I dropped in at the Baths on my way home from work. I planned to get sucked and maybe fuck a little. I was 90% Top. Due to my size (6'4", 220 lbs), guys tended to get overwhelmed when I engulfed them. The guys I attracted, or was attracted to, were straight-acting Bottoms, frequently married or Bi, who had little experience dealing with a guy like myself-who dwarfed them in size, overpowered them, and used their Asses for my satisfaction. Anyway, I made eye-contact with an Italian Hunk. He pursued me into the Maze where we connected. What surprised me was that he was not interested in my Cock. On the contrary, he went straight for my Ass. massaging it beneath my towel. Before I knew it, the towel fell to the floor; and he'd maneuvered behind me. I wasn't about to get screwed by him or any other guy; but momentarily humored him, and let him explore my Ass Crack. That excited him and the others who were watching. 'What's this?' I agonized. 'Screw Me Day?' They all seemed to want the same thing, but no way was I going to whore out my Butt to that group of guys. I must admit one of them, a Black Dude with a nice long, thick Cock, turned me on. And when I split, he followed me to the Sauna. We started fooling around. It didn't take long for me to conclude that he, too, wanted my Pussy. After he made a few overt passes, I called it quits and took a hike. After I'd circled the halls several times, I ran into the Black Dude again, accompanied by his Latino Pal. "God, I need to be fucked," spouted Miguel. He sure did have a sweet Ass, and I volunteered to service it for him. The three of us headed to their room. I started to fuck the Hispanic and the Black climbed on my back. As I gave way, the Latino ducked out from under me, grabbed his towel, and vamoosed. That left the two of us alone in the room on the bunk, the Black's Cock poised at my Cunt. I realized I'd been duped by the two. Their real intent had been to get me fucked. The Black plowed my Hole. In my compromised position, I could barely resist. Actually I didn't try very hard. Considering my earlier experiences, I'd become somewhat resolved. He slid in and out and yodeled he was gonna shoot. Afterward I was on the commode when they came in the john. "You breed his Ass?" "Like takin' candy from a baby," the Black replied. "And did you POZ his Cunt?" "All I know is that Whitey's walkin' around with the biggest, badest Load of Bug Juice this Dude's ever shot." POZ me? Bug Juice? I blanched and sat stone still till they left. I was stunned. Sure, it was bound to happen. But what the hell, I was a Top! Tops aren't supposed to get POZZED; but I feared my day of reckoning had cum. Of course, one POZ Fuck doesn't spell HIV. Lots of guys bottom for years and never get the Bug. In a daze I stumbled back to the Maze. And who was waiting for me there, but the Italian I'd met early on. Only now, stretched and lubed courtesy of one Long Black Dong, I was easy pickings for the European's Manmeat. He slid right into me, no questions asked, and in no time shot up my Ass. Again we'd gained an audience; and again, the key attraction was my Butt. When he withdrew, another to took his place-then another-and another. Overall, I took half a dozen Loads that afternoon. I began to think, 'Why not?' If I had the Virus up my Ass, it'd be self-serving to keep it to myself. Yeah, sure, they could have acerbated things by grinding the POZ Stew into my Ass Walls, but, then again, I suspected my days as a NEG TOP were numbered. So since I already had the Virus in me, I took off to see how the Bottom half lived.
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