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The other night I was online with my barebackrt profile open and got a hit from a cute younger guy who was into leather, bareback, cum and who was curious about watersports. His profile described him as 27, bb bottom, HIV neg (recently tested hiv neg as of 3/2010), vers bottom 5'7" 145 hairy bottom. From his pics I knew I wanted to breed his ass! After chatting for a while and after I described my play room for him, he asked if I had any other HIV neg tops who would fuck him if he came over. I told him sure, and I described a fuck buddy, Steve, who was 44 year old, hot and a top, who I knew would love to join in and breed him. Now, Steve and I had played before, but as we are both tops, we had never fucked, but I knew he had a great cut eight inch cock and that we had enjoyed sucking each other off to completion. The kid agreed, so I spoke with Steve, who agreed to join us, and when I told Steve I was going to save-up a big load to blow into the kid, Steve readily agreed to do the same. Over the next couple of days I arranged the play session, and when both the kid and Steve showed up to my place at the same time, the three of us stripped naked in the play room where I had set-up a sling as well as a bondage table (just in case one of us decided he wanted to surrender control). Within minutes the kid was sucking us, and very quickly both Steve and I went to full erection. The kid unsuccessfully tried to take both of us in his mouth at the same time. His face might have been as cute as hell, but he just couldn't orally simultaneously handle the two of us. After getting some pre-cum from both of our hard cocks, Steve decided the boy was ready to take his hard dripping cock up his ass! As the kid was doing a great job sucking my cock, Steve slowly slid his raw thick cock deep up the boy's ass, and soon was ramming his cock all the way up the kid's hole, while making him take my cock all the way to the base! The kid choked several times in doing this, but moaned for more, even as he kept swallowing my cock with each deep thrust Steve gave him. By this point of watching this hot bottom get fucked raw by Steve's huge cock, I was determined to get into the kid's ass, so I switched places with Steve and found myself fucking a very tight and wet ass. The kid loved it when I pulled out, only to slam myself home again. My balls began to tingle, and I knew I had to stop right then or that I would load him right away. The whole time the kid had Steve's in his mouth. I withdrew, knowing from the prior e-mail exchanges that the kid wanted to be double fucked by the two of us, so I lay down on the bondage table and had the kid sit on my cock, and when my cock was lodged deep in the kid's hole, I gestured for Steve to climb on board and slide his hard cock deep into the kid. The feeling was amazing. I could feel my hard cock right next to Steve's, while both of our cocks were lodged in the kid's ass. After some hard pounding by both Steve and me, I felt as if I was about to loose it. The kid asked me not to cum so we took a break and Steve and I switched positions, so he was on his back, the kid sat on Steve's cock, while I slid in from the top. I'm watching all the action on the mirror in the room and Steve's fat cock and the kids tight ass is taking a toll. Again I felt my balls tingling. I knew I wanted to breed this kid. Fortunately, by this time the kid was begging me to cum in his ass. "Cum in my ass!" "Come on, give me that hot load!" Nothing turns me on more than to hear the bottom begging for my load. "Give me your cum!" I can't hold back any longer and blow my three-day load up the kid's tight hole, coating Steve's hard cock in the process. In fact, Steve exclaimed he could feel the cum pulsating out of my cock into the kid's hole, a point the kids seconded. After cumming, I remained lodged in the kid's ass for several minutes, only to watch my cum flow out onto Steve's crotch when I withdrew. The kid then want to be fuck in the sling and as I was the only one who had cum, they quickly moved over to the sling. As Steve started to fuck the kid, I fed my cum and ass juice covered cock to the kid as I slowly jacked the kid's rock hard cock. A few minutes into this I told Steve I needed to get more of my cum on my cock for the kid to lick off so Steve and I switched places, which allowed me to fuck the kid some more until I had a large glob of my cum on top of my cock. Then I pulled-out, Steve took my place, and I fed the kid my tasty cock! Steve fucked with tremendous vigor, and soon was fucking full-depth into the kid's hole. The kid, meanwhile, begged for his second load of the night, demanding Steve "Fuckin' cum in my ass hole!" and "I want you to add your cum to his load up my ass!" After a few minutes Steve commented "I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?" "Breed my hole, and mix your cum with the load that's already in there," the kid stated. Steve tensed up and I knew he was on the cusp of breeding the kid. "Oh, fuck, fuck," Steve yelled as he approached the cusp of breeding the kid. At the same time my cock was down the kid's throat and I jacked him off to a huge orgasm. The first volley of cum hit the wall behind the kid, then the subsequent shots blasted the kid's chest, neck and stomach. Steve and I licked the cum off the kid and the three of us enjoyed a three-way kiss, sharing the kid's load as Steve's cock slowly softened and a large glob of cum hit the floor as he withdrew. Afterwards the three of us enjoyed the after-sex glow, and casually chatted about the experience and other hot fucks we had enjoyed. Eventually the kid left, and Steve hung around to speak with me, and what he had to say was really fucked-up! I had specifically invited Steve because I knew he was neg, and the kid only wanted to take neg cum. Steve then told me that two weeks earlier he had been diagnosed as poz, adding that he hoped I was okay with having played with him. "Sure I am," I replied, but added "the kid, however, was neg, and didn't want to play with poz guys." Steve replied, "Yeah, I know I should have said some thing, but when I saw you breed the kid, I had to add my poz DNA to the mix of cum in the kid's ass." I guess we'll find out if the breeding took or not in a few weeks. I can only hope the kid knows what he's riskign when he takes loads from guys he just met online!
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Recently Pozzed Guy Gets Into Gift Giving
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Note: This story may seem really disturbing, but there's something about it that conveys what it was like to fuck bareback before ARVs. It also communicates the power a poz top had over the guys he fucked... It's more of an instructional/cautionary tale than anything... ---------- I've been POZ since '91. I've been one of the lucky ones who never did get sick—at least not seriously. Back then I was so young and scared. There were no cures nor cocktails. AZT, with its chronic side effects, was a joke. Testing POZ was a death sentence. You were consoled by a doctor or counselor, who said you could still lead a long and productive life—if you took care of yourself. I guess that was to make you feel better. Then you looked around, and reality struck you in the face. Friends were dying at an alarming pace. If that weren't enough, AIDS was a shameful disease—a fitting finale to an immoral life. You got what you deserved—that's how they felt. Overwhelmed by my dismal state of mind, I attended a Support Group—one of the more counterproductive missteps of my quixotic life. It was horribly depressing—surrounded by guys with one foot in the grave. I watched with horror and repugnance as they dropped like flies. I was losing friends faster than I could make them. The Support Group only fueled my anger and disgust. With trepidation I scrutinized myself for signs of HIV—night sweats, fever, blemishes, and wasting. They never came, but all around me guys continued to die. Often the simple act of having sex was a death sentence, for you never knew who had it. That uncertainty, coupled with self-imposed abstinence, and a hyperactive sex drive made lapses and slip-ups inevitable. Plus there was a small group of us who purposely continued to fuck raw. Perhaps we secretly coveted the Bug—but to deliberately infect someone was taboo. I kept hearing about certain POZ miscreants who fucked raw and lied about their status; and other more forthright, if misguided, souls who'd vowed to take as many with them as they could. Though I found such irresponsibility abhorrent, IT TURNED ME ON! I was barely 3 months pregnant when I confronted the Unspeakable. I fucked a sailor from a nearby base. He asked if I was SAFE, and I outright lied. I remember the excitement pulsing through my groin as I slid my bare Cock in his tight Mancunt. I remember thinking how naive he was to take me at my word. He was the first sacrificial lamb to fall victim to my ruse. It would ruin his career. His shipmates would find out. He'd end up losing everything—including his life. Visions of Toxic Sugar Plums danced in my head as I plowed in and out. I marveled at the power of my Spooge over his Pussy—the power to condemn him to an ignoble Death. IT WAS INTOXICATING! I knew how my Cohorts felt as they fucked and poisoned the Turds half-witted enough to trust them, how elated the Dude who POZZED me must have felt as he passed me the Baton. TRIUMPHANT! I felt my nuts tighten with the familiar surge of cum. I knew if I shot in him, it might cost him his life. If I withdrew, he might survive. But it was too late. I could not stop. I quickened my pace and pounded his bloody hole deeper. The orgasm was the most stupendous I'd ever experienced. 'Wow!' I thought. 'No wonder the world is awash in BUG JUICE!' My spasming Cock shook me to the core as jets of poison erupted up his ass. Then I felt repulsed. I loathed him and shirked away. The sorry little fuck was still tryin' to jack off. I pulled out, got off the bed, and dressed. "What's wrong?" So innocent. "Nothing, Dude. I'm done." He looked a little hurt, but I had bigger fish to fry. He was just a common little slut not worth the fuss. Besides, he'd soon be dead. It had all been so intense, and my balls ached for more. But the fuckin' slut was dead meat, anyway; and my body needed to recharge. I couldn't get away fast enough. That was my first BUGGING experience, and there were many more to cum. I didn't expect to live more than a few years, so my mission became one of fucking to my heart's content. And I did. I'm sure a lot of bottoms succumbed to my disease, but I survived and thrived undeterred. 'As long as I have an ounce of cum left in me….' The best BUGGING was before '96, back when HIV was a certain death sentence. Of course the fear and stigma persist today, but nothing like it was in the days before the cocktail—when death was much more in your face. After a while, I got bold enough to tell the bastards that I was POZ and they were going to die. Then, later, I'd jack off at home—at their panic and dismay. My favorites were the married guys and bi's who had so much to lose. How many of their ilk committed suicide rather than confront their female cunts—fuckin' cowards all! And how I loved to describe to them the course of the disease. Too bad I didn't get out to their hospices or funerals much. But time was of the essence, and there were so many more NEG Cunts to POZ. Of course with all the HIV Disclosure Laws, today it's too dangerous to reveal one’s status. So now I'm Grade A, STEALTH POZZER No. 1. The dudes don't need to know until they get tested. I'll grant them that largess. By then, the 'who' behind their demise will be but a faint flicker in a blur of bareback sex. Anyway, while this year has not been good to me. My T-cells plummeted to below 200, and my VL peaked at one point to over 300,000, but I'm back in the loop. After battling a number of illnesses over the past six months, I have recovered most of my health and vitality and am on the prowl once again—in the back rooms of seedy bars, cruisy parks, and other lewd and lascivious places. I refuse to take meds because I cannot tolerate most of them and am resistant to others. Anyway, I like living on the edge and love it when my viral load is high. It feels so much more lethal, unloading a TOXIC DOSE in some anonymous man cunt. and more virile than ever—due to my lack of meds. So I'm off to the baths. Surely some of you have seen me there. I may have even coupled with a few of you. I've spread my poison there night after night and many afternoons.- 22 replies
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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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The Greatest Spectator Sport In The World
rawTOP posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
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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Damn AIDS was giving me night sweats, so I got up, took a shower, and went for a stroll in the park. I figured it might be deserted since it was a weeknight. To my surprise a hot Latino Twink I'd seen tricking downtown was there in his short jogging shorts. I'd often wondered what male prostitutes did for recreation, and the answer is what they do best. I had no doubt the Kid was looking for action, along with whatever scratch he could finesse, though he got nothing from me other than a couple of POZ Loads and possibly a new STD. It was about 1 A.M. and there were just the two of us there. He pursued me into a copse. I stopped just out of sight of the drive so I could keep an eye out for the cops. After the usual touchy-feely and a few minutes of sucking, he turned and bent over. With his little brown Pussy almost touching my Dick Head, it was as blatant an invitation as I've ever received. He took a hit of his Poppers, and I slid my Cock up his Cunt—one teensy push and I was in up to the Balls. Remember how this Kid earned a living, so to begin with he was pretty stretched out. Bottom line was I ended up breeding his slack little Shitter while he zonked-out on Poppers. Before I left I let him spooge down my throat. He had been so sweet and accommodating and the price had been right—so I invited him over to my place to spend the night. He declined, saying he had to get home or his Pimp might accuse him of cheating. As he walked off into the shadows, I had second thoughts about withholding my Status, but concluded that, in his professional life, he'd taken as many POZ Loads as I had in my amateur one. Besides, I figured he might prefer not to know. Be bad for business if word got out he'd been bred.
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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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On one of my early trips to the Baths, I was approached by a man with a weird circular Tattoo on his back. The guy wanted to fuck me on the black leather mattress in the Orgy Room, but I declined. He then asked me to accompany him to his room. We stripped, and he sucked my Cock and told me to lay back on the bunk and relax. I was completely nude sans the watch my ex-Boyfriend had given me, and the bottle of Poppers pressed to my nose. The man lay on top of me and licked my Ears, Nips, Cock, and Balls. He slid his Rod up and down my Ass and scooted me over the edge of the bed. He greased my Butt with an abundance of Lube and slid his Dick in my Crack. I kept sniffing; and after a few painful attempts, he drove his bare Cock up my Cunt. At first it hurt like hell, but after a while, it felt pretty good. His Shaft, thicker and longer than most, was lodged deep in my Pussy. As he licked and bit my neck, I had to cum clean how bad I needed it. As he fucked me long and hard, I came face to face, or shall I say Cock to Cock, with the Manslut I had become. Chills ran up and down my spine as he plowed in and out. I fleetingly wondered if he were POZ, but I didn't much care. The thought of him breeding my Hole actually turned me on, and made him seem almost godlike to me. After awhile I moaned and shot Jizm all over my chest. A few seconds later blew his iffy Load deep in my Ass. We talked afterwards. Among other things, we discussed HIV. It was nice to chat with him, instead of him running off like most do. I told him that I was unsure of my Status, but that didn't seem to bother him much. He said I oughta get tested as it would cum as a relief to find out THE TRUTH. Too late did I realize I'd forgotten to ask him what the Tattoo meant.
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Slut will be in Berlin 26 - 30/11/'14 Looking for loTs of fun. Few limits.
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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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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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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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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 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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Helping a 19 y.o. bug chaser on his quest
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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 love getting fucked by strangers. A week ago I was at the Baths. After a shower, I left the door open, turned off the light, and lay face down on the mattress with my legs spread. I had only to wait a few minutes until he came in. He fingered my Hole, and, shortly thereafter, replaced them with a good-sized Cockhead. I took a deep hit of my Poppers as he pressed in and whispered, "You want my raw Dick up your Pussy?" "Yeah, Man! Fuck me! Use my Mancunt!" He pounded me hard with quick, powerful strokes, his Death Stick pounding my flaccid Mancunt. I clamped my Ass Muscles about his Toxic Shaft, bringing him to the brink of climax. "Oh yeah, Fuckin' Whore! Want me to breed your Pussy?" "Please, sir. Gimme your Seed! Fill me up!" "FUCK YEAH! HERE CUMS! TAKE MY DEATH SEED!" He spasmed incessantly, filling my Asscunt with his Semen. After he had pumped the last of his Load, he collapsed on top of me. He lay motionless, not moving a muscle. Were it not for his hard Shaft within me, I would have thought he were deceased. Another minute and he began to fuck again. Jesus, he was an impassioned Fucker! After I took a few more deep hits of my Poppers, I wished the ride would never end. Having him in me was great and natural. I couldn't get enough of his FuckMeat! "I'm gonna breed you again! I can't help myself! Tell me you want another Load!" "Yeah, Man, goddamn it! I want EVERYTHING you got to offer." "Then EVERYTHING it shall be!" he exclaimed, thrusting in deeper. "Take my DIRTY SEED!" There it was—all the cards on the table. With all the hints and innuendo, I had no doubt about his Status and didn't give a shit. All that mattered was Cock and his Semen. I figured sooner or later I'd have to pay. Nothing worthwhile cums free. After awhile he pulled out, thanked me, and made his exit. I lay there, exhausted and sated, and fell asleep. When I awoke, there was a note on the floor. I turned up the room lamp to read it and was both fascinated and entranced. "Hi, and thanks again for the meating! “I knocked, but there was no answer, so I slipped this beneath your door. "One thing I forgot to mention. You probably already guessed. Anyway, I better cum clean. "I've had HIV for a while now. Last week the Doc said I’ve got AIDS. He says I may be a day late and a dollar short, since I’ve already used all the common Meds. "So you may want to get tested; and if you test POZ, check your resistance. I'm sorry I didn't around to this earlier; but, frankly, I just needed to fuck. "If, by chance, you want to try it again, I think I can find the time. I’m always here on Wednesdays—same time, same place, same station. Below you’ll find my email address." If you think I was chilled to the bone by such audacity, you don’t know where I’m cumin’ from. Actually I got a hardon. Besides it took plenty of gumption to admit to such a grand deception, and I halfway admired the Man! Again and again I reread his missive. He’d read me right. Carefully, I tucked it in my wallet. I knew I would be there the following Wednesday. The only question was whether to e-mail him before then.
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21 y.o. pozzed by dom top with a big dick
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I got POZZED at the ripe old age of 21. I’d just graduated from college and started my first real job. I spent my first couple of paychecks replenishing my tattered rags. On weekends, my friends and I went to the clubs. One rainy Saturday, the crowd was kind of sparse. That was unusual for a weekend night, but it was dead everywhere so we just hung out. We suffered through the usual favorites and a few requests and mostly just stood around looking cool. I actually saw Derek's Dick before I saw Derek. Both he and it were beautiful. I had gone to the john to drain the last couple of beers and was standing at the urinal when a tall guy came in. I couldn’t help notice the thick stream that flew past my eye. I sneaked a peak and couldn’t believe my eyes. That Dick had to be at least 7” by 1-1/2. It looked like your typical erection—but wasn't even hard. I watched him shake it as he pissed, as though he were aiming at the holes. When I realized I was getting hard, I tried nonchalantly to zip up. I sneaked one last peak as I stepped away. He stared at me with a narcissistic grin while continuing to jiggle that big Dick of his. Finally he stepped back and, with a cynical grin, shrugged, and walked out. I wanted that man. I followed him out the door but lost him crossing the dance floor. I found him again posing god-like at the back of the club. He was talking to a couple of guys, but noticed me approach. I decided I shouldn’t be so obvious, reigned in my hormones, and rejoined my friends. But the image of that beautiful Dick had burnt in my brain, and I could think of little else while my Pals prattled on ‘bout this and that. An hour later I literally ran into him again. I muttered apologies as I blushed. He found our near collision humorous, and instead of walking off, introduced himself. He seemed intelligent, thoughtful, and considerate. He spoke in short crisp sentences, pausing carefully before each word. He’d talk, then stop, and wait for my reaction. He had a strange sense of humor, on the sarcastic side. He studied me so intensely I felt his eyes burn through my clothes. The guy turned me on. I checked out his crotch to see if I was affecting him the way he’d impacted me; but any tenting was obscured by his thick cords. He asked if I’d like to smoke a joint. Impulsively I invited him to my place, but he wanted it right then. So I followed him outside, across the street, and down an alley. Standing in a small, filthy alcove, he pressed against me. Our lips touched. We passed the roach back and forth till Derek ground it into the grunge. He turned to the wall, unzipped his fly and let loose a stream. When the jet subsided he didn't tuck it in, but turned towards me. “Suck it!” I bent over, but he told me to get on my knees. I protested that I was wearing my new duds and the ground was wet. He gave me that same evil smirk and zipped up. I pleaded, but he insisted that I’d have to kneel for it. I threw in the sponge, knelt, and sucked his Cock. After that humiliation, I wanted desperately to get him in my sway. He was pretty hard; but thick as he was, that only made things worse. I found myself suppressing a gag, and my fleeting chance at domination slipped away. After 10 minutes, he pulled off. At first I thought he was going to cum, but he zipped up and headed back toward the street. Perplexed, I got off my knees, glanced at my soiled pants, and hightailed it after him. “Did I do something wrong?” “It’s time to fuck your Ass.” I was living at the time in a two-bedroom with an old Fag named Marty (Martha) who worked nights as a Security Guard. Martha had a huge assemblage of women’s clothes and cross-dressed on her days off. Derek followed me into the lobby. He cornered me in the elevator practically tearing off my shirt. He drove me wild. I fumbled with my key trying to unlock the door with Derek on my Ass. Once inside, he didn't waste any time. I had just hung up my jacket when he demanded I disrobe. I debated whether I should or not. He started to rub his crotch. I could see his hard-on, and that settled that. I stripped down to my underwear and followed him to the living room where he’d planted himself on the couch. I offered him a beer, and he pulled me beside him as I passed him the can. In minutes we were tangled in a passionate embrace. Desperately I tried to undress the dude. He let me get his pants undone and I had to settle for his Shaft. While I slobbered away, he worked his hand inside my briefs and began to finger-fuck my Cunt. Derek stood up, his engorged Rod pointing toward the bedroom door. He was still fully clothed; and, as we walked past the bath, he mumbled about taking a leak. I didn’t have long to wait. He came out nude. He had a tremendous bod—smooth, bronze tan, washboard stomach, great legs, an overall lean, mean physique. And, of course, there was that piece of Prime Meat. I felt so vulnerable, a mere 5’8” 135, in my meager speedo—and with good cause. Once on the bed he straddled me. We rolled around. He pulled off my speedo, flinging it across the room. He licked my ears. That drove me wild. He worked his tongue down past my Dick and sucked my Balls into his mouth. “Like to get rimmed?” Before I could answer (“Why, yes, of course!”) he flipped me over and had me spread my legs. When I felt his tongue, I lost it all. Derek was an animal. It felt like he was trying to stick his whole tongue up my Ass. The stubble of his beard against the my Ass Crack drove me insane. When he finally relented, it was to ask for Lube. Meekly I pointed to the bed stand. He found what he needed and took his good old time lubing up my Ass. “Got a Condom?” he asked perfunctorily. I didn’t want to spoil our fun. “All out,” I lied—a whole box of them right there on the headboard in plain sight. “Sit on my Dick!” I wanted him so bad. Derek was the thickest thing that had ever been up my Butt, and he was incredible. He kissed me wildly, probing my mouth and ears and neck. I tried to ride his Dick, but it was awkward—bent over as we kissed. He flipped me over on my back, pulling my legs over his shoulders. Again he asked if I wanted to bareback. I figured he needed to hear me to say it over and over again. So there I was, this skinny 21 year old neophyte, erect, stark naked, on my bed, my knees pressed to my chest, getting barebacked by this strange hot Hunk with an attitude and one slick Dick. Needless to say, Derek fucked the shit out of me. Any semblance of gentleness went out the window as he power-fucked my Ass. Problem was, the lube dried up; and it began to hurt. Don’t get me wrong. With his muscular arms pinning my knees and his hands locked behind my head, he was the best fuck of my life. I swear I came three times before he shot. We lay there tethered by my NEG Cum with his sweet thick Shaft slowly softening up my Ass. He pulled out to take a piss. I was exhausted and pulled the bed sheet over me. I may have dozed, cause the next thing I heard was the front door latch. “Shit! Martha’s home.” I slipped on my robe, prepared for awkwardness. Only it wasn’t Martha. I stopped and listened. “Derek?” Apprehensively I traipsed to the john to see if anything was gone. Scribbled jaggedly across the mirror in Marty’s lipstick were three little letters and one big word: POZ! For the umpteenth time that night Derek came out on top. -
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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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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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. -
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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Young Bi Guy Takes 3 Loads In A Bathhouse
rawTOP posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
I was on vacation and headed for the Baths. It had been a week at least since my last visit, and my malnourished Cock tented flagrantly beneath my towel. I stopped to watch a couple guys fuck bareback. Fed up with sitting on the sidelines, I wandered downstairs and passed a cute Dude on the stairs. He gave my hard Dick a wistful look, massaged his crotch, and brushed against me as he passed. "I have a room," I advised brashly. He nodded and followed me upstairs. His name was Marky, with a beautiful long Dick with purple head, nice balls, and one sweet Butt. And he was POZ. We both liked three-ways and headed out in search of Pussy. We passed the john, where a young Twink, twentyish, reclined against the wall. When we walked by, we startled him, and his loose towel fell to the floor, inadvertently revealing, to our pleasure, a beautiful straight Cock, hard as a rock. Embarrassed, he reached down to pick the towel up, revealing a Bubble Butt to die for. Marky and I glanced at each other, literally grabbed the Youth and escorted him to my room, AKA, "The Lions Den." His name was Johnny, and the first words from his lips: "I'm NEG." Marky and I quickly changed the subject. I got down on hand and knees and took the Boy's hard Shaft between my lips. Marky got behind him and slipped his tongue between his NEG Ass Cheeks. I mouthed his Balls and sucked that sweet NEG Shank while Marky began to tongue his Pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a POZ Dad I knew well observing from the hall. "NEG," I mouthed in his direction, bobbing my head towards Johnny best I could. Not nice to talk with your mouth full. Soon, the tongue in the Kid's Anus was replaced with Marky's Poison Shaft, and the NEG appeared to love it as Heavy Balls made slapping sounds against his Bubble Butt. The Daddy in the hallway stole in the room, fucked Marky in a threesome, then slipped it in my mouth for me to savor. That was how he always said "Hello." I sucked that Shaft with relish before he stuffed it back up Marky's Pussy. Soon Marky started panting hard and pumped his POZ Jizm up the Young Man's Cunt. He pulled out soft, still spasming. The Daddy quickly took Marky's place up Johnny's A-Hole and was the next to Cum, squirting huge gobs of POZ Jizz up the DDF Youth's NEG Pussy. I continued to suck the Kid, as his hard Pelvis ground against my kisser and his spasming Penis thrust down my throat. Greedily I devoured his NEG Seed. The Daddy and Marky had had their fill, leaving the Twink and me alone on the bunk. Johnny announced he'd better shower. I said the room felt hot (it wasn't just the room was hot) and I was sweaty. We turned on the faucets and showered side by side. I began to lather Johnny's back and buttocks beneath the shower so I could work my magic on his pubes. Pretty soon the warmth and my massage rejuvenated Johnny's Rod. The Kid was ripe again. I used my towel to dry him off. My arm around his still damp shoulders, and my wet towel about my neck, I guided him back to "The Lions Den" where he had cum of age. That time I locked the door behind us. They two of us began to 69 as instinctively my hands kneaded his buttocks, my prodding digits exploring his NEG Pussy till—to gratify my growing angst—I rolled him on his stomach. I rimmed that beautiful Mancunt. You get pretty good at it with years of practice, and pretty soon the Kid was putty in my hands. My own Dick was almost sore from being hard yet unappeased, so I quickly rammed my POZ Rod up his Anus. Obviously he hadn't fucked a lot, evinced by tightness of his Mancunt and his unafflicted Status. Still, entering him was not a problem. With Marky's and the Daddy's Cum in him, I had all the Natural Lube I needed. Hot as I was, it wasn't long till I was ready the Kill. Gobs of Poison Spooge pulsed up his NEG Pussy, for his 3rd POZ Load that day. I wanted to congratulate the him on his possible conversion, but since the Boy had been the only one to mention Status, discretion seemed the better part of valor. To top the evening off I flipped him over and sucked his Rod once more. For the 2nd time that night I was treated to a copious Load of his NEG Spooge—presumably, his NEG Finale. I licked my lips and completely sucked that NEG Rod dry, at which time he announced he had to leave to meat his girlfriend. "A girl?" "Yeah, he replied, "We've been like this [crossing his fingers] since the 6th Grade." The Kid was Bi! I could almost picture him humping her. I was sure he hated Condoms, which is probably why he'd been so quick to declare his Status in the beginning. Johnny wrapped his towel about him. "See you around." I doubted I ever would, especially if the Kid got sick. I wondered if he'd been the perfect setup—and none of us had even been aware. I ruminated about him for a few minutes, unconsciously jacking as I fantasized, until I decided to head out myself. It wasn't till I was pulling off the sheets till I noticed the massive wet spot where the Twink had lain. The Kid was leaking POZ Cum like a faucet. It occurred to me he probably hadn't even noticed till he was driving home, and suddenly realized how damp his panties had become. I stretched the wet spot taunt between my digits and tongued off the excess, once again savoring the potent brew of Marky's, Daddy's and my own Cum. What a fitting way to end the evening! I descended the staircase towards the exit, when who should be ascending but a new arrival—another Young Twink, whose youth and freshness stole my breath away. I stopped in my tracks. "Wow!" I wondered, "Should I?" "…Nah, not tonight." I'd save him for another day. -
After a wild fuck at the Baths, when a Hot Muscle Dad pumped my Ass full with two Loads, I was starved for more. My Dick stiffened and twitched when I saw the Hot Fuck across the hall. He was about my height, 5-10, but maybe 20 lbs. lighter. He had all the markings of a POZ PIG—pale skin, hollowed out face, and an emaciated frame that reeked of AIDS. To top it off, he wore a PA that would tear up my Pussy so his Virus could sail, hook, line, and sinker into every nook and cranny of my bod. I went into his room, dropped my towel, and his hot tongue massaged my Cock. Instinctively I made for his Pucker. His brown-pinkish Pussy oozed rancid Spooge that cut a glistening swathe down his bony Buttocks onto his emaciated thighs. The way he bucked back against my exploring digits told me what a desperate Cunt he was. Hot Damn! How could I resist? The only thing better than fucking a Tight Hole is Sloppy Seconds. I flipped him on his back, straight-armed his legs, and dug my tongue deep into that sweet puddle of Man Juice. I slurped like a Fucker, swallowing most, and dumping the rest down his throat. Our faces were covered with Jizm as I rammed my Manmeat up that elegant Cesspool. "Goddamn, Dude, how many Loads you got in there?" I could feel Jizz seeping out with every stroke. "Six, maybe seven, and I need more." "You want my Dirty Fuckin' Load up your Ass? You want my Poison Jizm in your gut?" Our Lust grew fervid as we got off on our mutual POZ connection. I fantasized I was the Angel of Death, fucking the lifeblood out of an innocent victim who begged on his death bed to be pumped full of Seed. And he was the quintessential POZ Junkie who, paradoxically, couldn't live with, nor without, a Deadly Fix. Simultaneously I was his Mentor and Executioner, determined to inoculate him with a Venom which would sicken and decimate every cell in his bod. Our passion grew vehement as we played out our darkest fantasies of DEATH and the BUG. In conjunction with my grunts of pleasure and his groans of pain, sweat dripped from my pits onto his torso as I stared into the windows of his soul. "You want it, don't you, you twisted Slut? You want to die of AIDS. That why you wanna be fucked?" "You got it, Man. Now cut the bull and inject me with your Deadly Seed!" I slammed in hard, and my Balls spasmed as wave after wave of Toxin invaded his Mancunt. He shot his own Jizm all over his stomach, which I lapped up and fed back to his sex-crazed lips. I collapsed in a drained heap on top of him, our lips caressing in a Cum-Drenched Kiss, our sated flesh slapping together as we wallowed in the Cesspool we had spawned.
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I headed out to the park earlier, and there were 15 guys or so cruising in the brush. I had a 3-way and sucked off several dudes. So overall it was a pozitive foray. I ran into a POZ Acquaintance I hadn't seen in years. He strikes his Tops as death warmed over, but is practically a God to those of us who celebrate the carnal pleasures for which he'd sacrificed his health. It was never his appearance that turned me on—but that fuckin' Cock of his. How many times had it been around the block? I wrapped my lips about it and finger-fucked his Shitter. Did I want to screw him? Bet I did. I took a whiff of Poppers and, by the time he got his pants down around his ankles, I was fuckin' hot to trot. It was fantastic fuckin' him—fantasizing about whatever new and wondrous STD he'd acquired for his Tops. As I slammed his Ass, a Tall Dude approached, pulled out his Dick, and fed it to POZ Man. As the Bottom chomped away on it, I brazenly invited the Suckee to sample the Sucker's Other End. Soon as I pulled out, the Stranger eagerly entrenched his Seven Inches deep up POZ Man's gut. In turn I lent the Dude my Poppers, lubed him up, and screwed his busy Ass. Needless to say, it was fabulous blasting my Seed up the Tall Man's Butt, while, simultaneously, he shot his Load in POZ Man's Cunt. After the Dude thanked us and took off, I dropped to my knees and quenched my thirst with Nectar of Toxic Spooge. Poz Man and I caught up on current events. He'd broken in a Virgin there the week before—a recent high school grad. The Punk went off with a big smile on his face and an Ass full of POZ Cum. We speculated how the Boy would react when he found out he'd been charged. Would he use his inheritance as God intended or psychologically succumb? Who knows? And, frankly, who gives a damn? I'd intended to go out again tonight, but I'm cuming down with something for the umpteenth time this year. I don't dig getting sick, but I'm resigned to it. Guess it's the price you pay for living on the edge; plus, if abstinence were the only viable alternative, I'd just as soon be dead.
