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A hung top I met at a group fuck told me he wanted to whore my ass out to his buddies. We swapped numbers and set the date for the next night. I got to his place early, dropped my pants and he took a video of him pumping a nice big load into my hole, which he sent out as the invite. Within no time, guys were knocking at the door. My buddy mounted me again and dumped his second load into my ass, to give these first two guys some lube. Both of these guys were hot surfer types who wasted no time whipping out their dicks and stuffing them into a hole. They swapped back and forth and each dumped a sizable cumload into me. Just as they were getting dressed to leave, two more came in. My buddy blindfolded me and told me to lay face down. These guys were much more verbal and aggressive. The more aggressive of the two shoved his cock in my mouth and told his buddy to "stick your dick in that hole." It was so fucking hot, as he held my head down and I took their cocks. After his buddy pumped me for a bit, he dumped his load in and the aggressive guy jumped up and mounted my ass. He popped off his load, rested his dick in my ass and then started fucking again until he shot a second time, for load #7. The last guy had a massive uncut cock and was waiting for these guys to get off me. As soon as one dick slid out, I could feel this massive rod pushing against my soaking wet and opened hole. He sank in pretty deep and started trusting into my guts. You could hear the loads sloshing around and the smell of cum was pungent in the room. He shoved a poppers bottle under my nose and told me to take a big whiff. As my head started to swoon, he pumped harder and harder and then grunted out, "here it comes you fuckin pig...oh yeah..." He pulled out and made me nurse on his swollen cum covered dick. it tasted so fucking good. My ass was feeling great and I fingered the loads and savored the taste of spooge on my fingers. My buddy just said, "you're done, go put your pants on and split." When I stood up, cum leaked down both legs and I drove home that way, thinking about what a hot night I just had.
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I am in the Seattle area and want to meet a young poz top for a seeding/ breeding session. A bath house could be ok...I cannot host...if you pnp ok...I just do poppers or max impact. Would like to meet first, then go play...never been in a bath house...punk, tattooed, or ruggedly handsome guys are cool. Please be 7-9 inches cut and some thickness too...pics are appreciated as well. I am in my 50's. thanks..want this to be hot and memorable. Walker@mailc.net serious only please....
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Anyone up for fucking my raw poz arse? Can accom in Teesside. Want multiple loads up me - bring a friend or several.
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I think probably 60-70% are. What do you think?
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Photos were shared with me from a 20yo, never tested, buddy from BBRT. He likes his men older and hairy. As you can see from the photos, he loves scat, dirty fucks, bondage, piss, and is open to whatever the tops wants to do to him. He just started taking poz loads knowingly the last few months but says he is not chasing the bug. Poz dudes just fuck better. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/12/20yo-twink-who-likes-to-get-dirty.html
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Bottom poz cum dump, 38, 5ft10, 170, 7cut, bl/bl, work out, muscle jock with smooth hole. love poppers and dick(s). prefer to travel.
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Looking for raw tops and bottoms. No load refused. Would be hot to get my hole seeded by multiple poz tops using me until I drip with seed!
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Websites and hookup online sites (question)
pozdanny replied to hungtopinky's topic in General Discussion
Hey everyone; One question. I already signed up for BBRT and NKP. I love both sites, because I got tired of dealing with the "Neg and will stay that way" bulllshit. I used to be on Bear411 and other sites, but neg guys (young and old alike) are just so nasty and -in many cases- cruel about HIV. In the past, I was on daddyhunt as well, but that one is pretty depressing. I will not sign up on regular hookup sites, like manhunt etc. because I hate the holier than thou attitude of some. My anger grew when I found guys who actually present themselves as "neg for neg only" while in other sites, or in person, they are actually poz. Nothing more angering than a poz guy passing as neg and insulting and putting down poz guys. The question is: are there other sites (other than BBRT and NKP) in which I can be openly poz? please share if you know of any. I am tired to be called names and being put down just because I am poz and open about it. Thanks Danny -
Well, here's the background. I'm a pretty much total top... Do bottom occasionally but it's been over a year since i've had a cock up my ass. Status has never bothered me and I always said that status doesnt matter when it comes to falling in love. So this past friday I went to have a date with this guy who I knew was hiv positive. He is totally undetectable and has everything that I look for in a guy. He is dirty minded, but faithful, respectful, and affectionate. He is 48 and i am 23. I like older men so it's perfect for me. We share a great deal in common, and even though we only planned a date for friday, i ended up staying til Sunday night! I fucked him a total of 7 times... I would have fucked him more but he was sore and then he has a hard time getting fucked after he comes. Anyways... my point is that I have never dated a poz guy before.. Was just curious about anyone who is neg or poz in a relationship with a guy of the opposite status. What kind of stigma is there out there? Because I already face the negative stigmas of the older/younger couple. Also I was wondering, if you were neg and your partner was poz... would you tell your friends? I mean... it really is none of their business... but I almost feel like they should know. Idk I guess it's just something very new for me. I like him alot and i'll continue dating him irregardless. Just wanted you're opinion. Sorry for the LONG ass blog. PS: I'm not a bug chaser thats why i didnt post it in that section.
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I'd been cruising this guy off A4A for over a year, but had never been able to connect. The whole thing was mysterious from the start...he began by saying, "If only you knew.....what I could do with you". That was enough right there to get my blood boiling! Over the months, we talked by phone and I discovered he is neg. At first I thought he might be a "chaser", but we finally met about 3 months ago and used a vaginal film for his protection. For some reason, he douched and douched and still wasn't clean, and was so tight I could have sharpened pencils with his ass! We parted, both feeling like it just wasn't gonna happen. He turned out to be a little overweight, not my usual type... but we left it open. Last night he called to say he'd returned from Europe and wanted to see me. I hadn't had my quota of orgasms for the day yet, so "why not?" He looked thinner, happier, and healthier. My thoughts became twisted...I remembered earlier conversations which hinted at something deeper. He used the film and I penetrated. He must have been willing, as it was one of the sweetest fucks ever... I knew already I'd have to come many times in his hot neg hole, and that I'd probably FILL HIM UP with my poz cum.... I did. Through various chambers, twists, canals, and right to the prostate we fucked...me dropping loads all along the way as I went...being careful not to have them "blow out" of me as they can, rather letting them ooze out into his body and hungry hole. We fucked for hours, and he told me he wanted my cum....wanted to have all of it. I mentioned my fantasy about fucking someone while he slept, and he said that that was HIS number one fantasy!!! I couldn't believe I was hearing correctly. When I asked him for details, I became certain that he wanted me to dominate him and use his ass for my pleasure, which is what I was doing anyway. I told him my idea as well, and he took some "G" to get some rest. About half an hour into it, he became very heavy. His body was propped up on pillows, dog-style, ass in air as I fucked him deeply. I noticed him going in and out, as I had taken a little too to follow what it did to him. I knew that if I got a little drowsy that he would be very sleepy, not being used to it. Our mutual fantasy came true. Within about 5 minutes he was cutting Z's, snoring, as I fucked him just as I wanted to...with total control, the way I like it. I fucked him that way for about 30 minutes before he started coming in and out of awareness, still very heavy to move about. I had dropped several more loads, at the thrill of using his ass for my pleasure and at pozzing a neg hole! We went on for a long time after that, and I blew as many loads as I could into his hungry ass, knowing that I would not have another chance to poz him for a long time; his 20 y.o. boyfriend was arriving today and he would be monogamous. If I have anything to do with it they both will be over here getting their neg asses filled with my cum. Of course I have already planted the seeds!
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Heading to Dallas for the weekend and looking to get into trouble. Let me know if you are interested! Probably going to hit Midtowne on Thursday night and see if I can spread some seed!
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I'm looking for tops or groups to meet in Boston during the 8th thru the 16th of nov. I can host discreetly at my hotel in Winthrop. Details to be provided to interested hookups. Hit me up! -
I dunno if it has been discussed before but I wondered of the poz guys on here, how many years they barebacked before a positive diagnosis and what age were they when diagnosed. I'm still neg but have been regularly, but not exclusively barebacking for 15 years.
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A holier than thou punk had been dissing and harassing the positives. We got tired of him and had told him to go play with his neg friends. He didnt really know me since I seldom was where he was. I was still healthy looking, almost forty, 6' tall, about 240, long shoulder length hair, glasses, and 7" of cut meat. I worked at a junk yard so I was usually greasy with callused hands and the dirt and grease under my nails was as dark as my glasses frames. The asshole was in his mid twenties with the maturity of a teenager. He had blond hair, unisex attire including dainty (unlike my classic mens hornrim type)glasses, wore earrings and other jewelry and sometimes did drugs but we saw no tracks on his arms. He was mostly versatile and his ass had been fucked by some big ones but he was never fisted. Someone said a couple of poz guys had fucked him but he had beat the odds. He was such a goddamn scumbag douche he wasnt worth the dirt my foot fetish friend licked from under my toenails when he sucked my sweaty feet. "Maybe he needs to get fisted and then fucked or at least dry-fucked." I said. "Good idea." replied someone nearby. They decided that it would be easier to dry fuck him than to get up a team to hold him down so someone could ram his fist up his ass which would be too tight to do quickly. Normally a new fistee would have to be fed quaads and stretched over a period of at least a week according to fisters I'd talked to. Rushing it could rip the asshole's sphincters and render him useless to most of us men who would later want a piece of his ass. I had fisted a few assholes but only ones that were already broken-in, given my full size hands. Anyway I liked the idea of ripping someone up with pelvic thrusts of my dick as I fucked him, pumping pain into him with my love weapon while my dick and I felt nothing but pleasure being a superior manly stud conquering some scumbag obviously inferior to me and other men, and the ultimate feeling when I ejaculated pumping my deadly AIDS in him while he cried feeling sorry for himself. I had done that to a virgin one although he was more or less wasted on dope and another asshole who had been fucked only by small-endowed men. Both of those assholes bled and I could have knocked them up had I been positive back then. We knew where the punk hung out and what kind of men turned him on. I was on the fringes of the kind of men he would service and my cut 7" was bigger than the usual 5" and 6" dicks he usually took although he had taken a nine and ten-inch when he could find one. That meant his hole was used to bigger ones and was less likely to get the tiny tears and fissurs that would let the virus into his system. My dick was up to it and I was one of the better-hung men as well as larger and stronger than the guy with the cut nine-inch I had shared a bug-chaser with. We knew that once I rammed it up the asshole and started pumping he would fight to get out from under me. The plan was to hang out in the bar the asshole frequented and if he didnt pick up a trick by the panic hour I'd try my luck cruising him and hopefully take him to a rented room we had set up and score. After three successive nights the plan actually worked. One night seemed a slow night for him and he seemed in heat. He was a versatile but often let the other guy fuck him first because he seemed to be in more pain if he got fucked after cumming or was less inclined to want to get fucked after he came. I would have liked to fuck him after he got off just to put more pain to him but then again I figured he might cum from getting fucked. I took a stool near him at half past one in the morning and as he sat dejectedly nursing his drink I fondled myself and he noticed. He nodded, I nodded back and he asked me if I was versatile. I replied I was even though I'm a Top and never intended to let anyone use me for a bottom. A few more words and he seemed resigned to settle for me and we left. We took a cab to what I said was my place and we went into the apartment. We hugged but I could tell he wasnt as attracted to me as he was to the younger more hip guys he preferred. He seemed even less attracted to me when he saw me in the light. At least he didnt try to bolt. If he did the team would come out of the walk-in closet and help hold him down if necessary. "Do you want to go first?" he asked. "Yes, I want to fuck you, then we can go from there." I replied as we stripped. He looked semi-athletic as well as his coiffed hair and dandy-like appearance which was quite a contrast to my plain blue collar with long hair look. We left our glasses and socks on although I would have loved to have him give my sweaty feet some oral service as well. "Suck it hard." I told him. He knelt and did as he was told. My dick felt good as I stood looking down on him while he sucked it to hardness. I hardened quickly in anticipation of what I would do to his ass. He left it wet as instructed and lay on his stomach on the bed. I stood behind him so he couldnt see that I was simply faking greasing up. I merely dribbled some of my own spit onto my dick and then spat on his asshole and mounted him. He seemed to feel the lack of sliminess but didnt say anything. I then let my weight drive it in. "Ow!" he whined as I forced my dick up his ass. I hilted myself in a couple of powerful thrusts as he whined and cussed me out. I lay on him pinning him down much like when I pinned a bug to a block of wood in a college freshman science class while he got used to my spit-lubed dick in him. I began fucking him and he squealed, "You ugly son of a bitch!" and tried to wiggle his ass side to side in a vain attempt to dislodge my dick from his hurting hole. I jabbed his ass cheeks with my thick thumbnails which caused him to cuss more but he kept still to avoid more jabs. "Fuck you!" I growled while punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. I then fucked him as harshly and brutally as I could including hip-snaps and full strokes but careful enough to keep it from slipping out of him. I also angled myself from side to side to tear the sides of his rectum as well as moved my pelvis up toward his head and down towards his feet to get the top and bottom of his rectum. I corkscrewed my hips at various depths as well working to get him bleeding inside. He felt it and fought but I was able to keep him under me with the help of grabbing his hips and sometimes his upper arms tighter, my thick nails which I kept cut straight across digging-in including drawing blood. That blood was minuscule compared to the blood I had coming out his rectal walls as I had a ball tearing him up inside before pumping for the kill. I felt his hole getting a little slicker and managed to raise myself up by grabbing his upper arms and looking back between my belly and his ass and saw what looked like streaks of blood on the exposed part of my dick which I then slammed back home before he got any ideas. I then lay on his back and began piston-thrusting in him, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass, as I gradually sped up. My dick and my male ego were both feeling good as I pounded him into the bed. I was glad for the rubber sheet under the bedsheet knowing what was to be spilled including cum and blood. I let my pelvis take over, my dick going from pile-driving to jack-hammering him into the bed as I raced toward my climax. Pure happiness took over as I got closer and then it hit, I began pumping my powerful bullets of diseased cum into the asshole who seemd to be resigned that I now 'owned' him as I happily pumped my AIDS into him. I repeatedly rammed it home as the great feeling my dick enjoyed almost hurt because it felt so fucking good pulsing with that utmost intense pleasure, the male orgasm. I slammed it home until I was sure every last virus-carrying sperm cell had left my dick and was doing its work carrying my filthy deadly viral load through the rips in his anus into his bloodstream. I rested, catching my breath, as some sweat rolled off me onto him. I could feel a bit of sweat wetness between his back and my belly and chest. "Man, fuck that felt fucking fantastic! I cant remember the last time my dick felt that good. I'm so glad I fucked you." I exclained. The punk seemed to ignore it, seething in his own world of pain and misery having been fucked in more ways than one by a manly beefy self-centered stud nearly twice his age and masculinity. I corkscrewed my hips to stir my load in him and force more virus through his battered rectal walls into his bloodstream as well as add pain to him and pleasure to my penis which was still mostly hard. He cussed me out and told me to pull out. Again I said "Fuck you!' emphasized with two brutal thrusts and remained laying on and in him enjoying the afterfuck. I finally pulled out five munutes later, my dick pink with cum and blood and a little brown as well. He saw it and just about freaked knowing how much I tore him up inside. I would have liked to make him to suck it clean and make him drink my warm beer on tap but with his rage that was out of the question. Instead I turned my back to him and wiped my dick off on his shirt, then dropped it back onto his clothes. "I see you came." I said, noticing the white slime on the bed when he got up. Much as he objected to how I treated him I knew that I would turn him on enough that he would cum from getting fucked by me although he would never admit it. Many less-than-masculine bottoms seem to love being used like a cheap piece of cunt by us masculine Tops. I got dressed and he reluctantly did too. He said that he would never have sex with me again even though he likely knew he owed me a blowjob. He had thought it would be a nice session of versatility with maybe some 69ing and trading fucks and sucks but once I had him pinned to the bed with my dick he knew it was a different story. I quickly got dressed and watched as he got dressed. He then said a few choice words on his way out, slamming the door behind him. As soon as I made sure he was gone the team came out. "Great fuck Jim. You're a fuckin hero!" one guy said and hugged and kissed me. A series of hi-fives and slaps on the back along with more hugs and kisses finished the glee. We then headed home. A couple of weeks later I walked into our usual watering hole and Tom who was a bear a dozen years my senior threw a bear hug and french kiss on me and told me they had found out the punk was sick with the AIDS flu. "Good work stud, you did it!" he exclaimed and kissed me again. A round of hugs and kisses followed and one guy asked me to fuck his mouth which I did in the mensroom. I felt good being hailed as a hero for enjoying tearing up some asshole with my dick and having a really great feeling orgasm knocking him up with my deadly cum. A month later the punk tested positive. Another round of jubilation including a poz bottom who loved getting fucked by me, sucking my dick clean, drinking my piss and kissing my powerful dick and balls. A week after that a bug-chaser asked me to fuck him because he wanted a masculine stud to knock him up. I gladly pumped my aids up his ass. It was almost as great feeling an orgasm as when I fucked that punk two months before. The joys of fucking someone more ways than one. The punk's immaturity extended to his neglect of taking his meds properly. He got sick and last anyone heard he was bedridden in a hospice.
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I had alway done bareback, right from the my first gay sexual encounter. I knew the so called risks of unprotected sex, but never really thought that the type I went for were anything other than perfectly clean! Which when you consider the fact that all my sexual encounters were one nighters with guys I had met at the local gay club, isn't an entirely sound train of thought. Well, after a while I had joined various websites, and met a guy online, he always professed to be neg, and said he was regularly tested and asked loads of questions about my status. He told me that before we could meet that I had to refrain from sex for 3 months and then get a full test for any unwanted std's and he said that in return he would fulfil my fantasy of gang rape play. The 3 months were like hell and I was so horny. But I did what I was told. I was absolutely convinced that this would not only be an experience of a lifetime but that the guy organising it was thorough about ensuring that all people involved were free from not only HIV but all STDs. When the day came I went to the address I had been given. It was a run down somewhat derelict building, which immediately put me off, buy reluctantly approached the building! As I walked up the door opened and the guy at the door was not quite what I expected. Before me was a tall guy, mid-40's and a bit of a gut on him (his profile showed him as being mid 30's and a somewhat toned Adonis. I was never one to back out, of things so walked into the building and he closed the door and locked it with what looked like a new padlock! Leading me through to one of the rooms he asked me if I was definitely neg and whether I had indeed followed orders, which I had! Looking pleased with himself he said "let the fantasy begin. The room was quite dark, no natural light, and all I could see was a sling in the corner. I soon became aware that we weren't alone in the room, as I listened closer I could hear the sound of breathing coming from various corners of the room. Suddenly a hand grabbed me from behind and firmly covered my mouth. Slowly I could see shaddows appear from the darkness. 11 men in masks of various shapes and sizes came towards me and within no time is was gagged, and strapped into a sling.* I heard one of them say "you've outdone yourself this time! Nice young fresh neg meet to breed with our toxic loads". At the time I was 19, and suddenly realising how trusting I have been. Realising what the guy was talking about when he said toxic, I began to struggle frantically, I was neg, and wanted to stay that way, and I had not had sex in months so was tight and my hole wad bound to tear from the approaching onslaught of 11 men. "there's nothing you can do now, you little pig, you our neg cum dump now, and we all need a nice tight neg hole to lay our toxic poz seed, and I'm the lucky bastard that gets the break you in" The guy was 5'9" and was very muscular, I looked down to his cock and saw what must have been 9.5" of thick meat! I began to panic, the guys had not spent any time preparing my hole, and I was tight, the guy stepped up, spat on his cock, spread my cheeks then forced his cock in with one forceful action, my hole felt like it was torn in two, and this guy was taking no prisoner, one of the other guys took off my gag, but before I had the chance to scream a cock was shoved in my mouth, and began to piss. I thought I was going to die, my hole was being plowed without lubrication by an extremely large cock, and I was about to drown on another guys urine. I wanted to gag, but the only way to survive was going to be to swallow. I know I wanted rape play, but this was a bit too extreme! The guy ploughing my hole pulled out and came round to my head. His cock was covered in what appeared to be masses of blood, and a trickle of blood could be seen making it's way down his leg, my hole was bleeding ( and the words sore didn't cut it ). "clean you blood and shit off my cock you dirty fucking cunt!" out of fear I followed orders, and as I began to clean off his cock another guy ploughed into my hole. As of yet I hadn't taken a load, but it seemed like these guys wanted to ensure my hole was torn to shreds first! They each took turns, being rough with my hole, I swallowed a fair bit more piss, and even had a few guys piss up my hole! "Your hole is in shreds boy! You know what that means? That means you're gonna get pozzed today boy! And each of us have our own strains of HIV and full blown Aids to add to your blood stream!" By this point I was pretty much out of it, trying to block out what was happening in order to survive the ordeal! So I just lay there and stopped struggling, while one by one they ploughed their seed deep in my hole! I was being bred by 11 poz tops and I didn't care! I soon lost all track of what was going on, and when I eventually came back to reality, I was alone, and on my own still strapped in the sling with a combination of blood and cum leaking from my hole! I struggled and eventually managed to force my way out of the straps. I quickly got dressed and ran out o the building. I never discussed what happened with anyone, and when I tried to speak to the guy online, he didn't respond. Time went by and I went for a test, result Neg! I thought I'd have been releaved, but a small amount of disappointment filled me! Were the guys really poz, or was it just part of the rape play fantasy?
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Hello men; I am interested in chatting with poz pigs in recovery. The questions I have are very personal and specific, so I am not bother everyone here with them. Any contact will be very much appreciated. I am in NYC Thank you pozdanny
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I had arranged for a friend of mine to come stay for the night with the intention of being bred continuously throughout the night. Our plans had already been modified thanks to 2 str8 roommates, a part time boy friend, and a sinus infection, so my hole was nice and hungry. I arrived at his place a little later than originally planned to find that he was home alone. We walked through his house talking a bit until we got to his bedroom. After showing me something on his computer, he then turned to me and said, "So, do you want me to fuck you"? Without thinking I replied, "It isn't a slaves place to want. It is a slaves place to take what his master gives to him." I was immediately told to take off my shorts, get on my knees and present my ass to him. Believe me, I didn't waste a single second. First thing he did was spread my ass checks so he could manipulate the large plug I had been wearing most of the day. With one quick jerking action, he pulled the plug straight out of my hole. His next words were orders that I was all too willing to take. "Spread your legs, arch your back, and keep your head down. When I give you an order you will reply how?" I replied as I knew I should with a quick, "Yes, Sir." He smacked my ass and said, "You will be fucked hard and you will be fucked continuously. I will pull my cock out and shove it back in with one thrust. Do you understand me?" To which I again replied, "Yes, Sir." His last instructions to me were, "I will also decide when and if I'm going to give you my cum. Understand?" I raised my head, turned to look at him, and simply repeated the words that by now were all he wanted to hear, "Yes, Sir!" Having answered his final question, I reached and grabbed the bottle of poppers that sat to my left on the floor. No sooner had I inhaled fumes in each nostril when I felt his hard cock head spreading me open and his cock being buried deep inside me. I was in sheer ecstasy. He pumped me hard and deep, only stopping once and telling me that I "would not move or else I would pay." He asked if I understood and I answered that I did. For the next hour my hole was fucked relentlessly. The only time he stopped was to order me to change positions, or to pull out in order to wait for my hole to pucker and then shove his hard 9" cock back inside me. Never once did I complain. Why would I? This was what I had wanted from every top I've ever known. He continued to pound and abuse my hole, going deep inside me. I would start to push back and grind my hips against him only to be told to "Stop moving!" or "You will move only when I tell you too!". When he could feel himself getting ready to cum, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Tell me what you want, slave." I raised my head and said, "For Sir to please fill me with his poz cum." He started thrusting faster and told me I should milk his cock with my hole. I started pushing back as fast as my ass could while meeting each fast, furious thrust. Just before he released he shouted, "take my dirty load" and thrust his cock as far inside as he could. As his balls emptied inside me he started pushing the load as deep as he could. When he was finished he pulled out and shoved my plug back inside me. He ordered me to get dressed and we were soon on our way to my place for the night... (to be continued as soon as I get a moment to write it up)
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Going to be in Vegas overnight and wouldn't mind some hot breeding with the locals, or other tourists! 9/15. Will be at Charlie's Vegas in the evening!
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Names have been changed to protect the innocent (and the not so innocent). Not sure how to start this, so here goes. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I am a 30 year old chubby trucker. I love to take as many loads as possible. I also like to give them. I was laid over in Dallas and decided to go to the Spa. I had been once before, but it seems I'm in that awkward stage where I'm not young enough, or not old enough for most guys. Oh well, that's life right? Anyway, I had gotten a room and went and grabbed a shower. I saw several hot chubby guys and some hot skinny guys too. I tend to have a different taste in guys then most people. The sling was open so I hopped in the sling. Knowing that most of the guys I come across aren't into chubs, I figured it was still worth a shot. It paid off. A older guy with a bit of a belly came over and started playing with my nipples. he had about an 8" cock. He started to feel up my ass, then the next thing I knew he rammed all 8" of his cock in my hole raw. No lube, no spit, just WHAM. DAMN that felt good. He started pounding away and before I knew it, he had filled my ass with a huge load. No talk about status. Just filled me good. Later that night I took three more loads. No mention of status on any of them. The best fucks were the next night though. As long a I've been trying, STILL test neg when I get tested. Seems like the only guy that will fuck me that are poz, are on meds. Go figure. So onto the next night. I was in the sling again and this muscle bear comes up and starts rubbing my ass. He the comes over and starts kissing me. He was older, probably in his 50's, 6'2" tall and a nice 9" cock. Well he goes back to my ass and starts fucking me. GOD it felt good. He stops and comes back up to kiss me again. This time I asked him his status, hoping he'd say poz. My hopes were fulfilled. He said he would stop if I wanted or put on a condom. I told him I wanted him to seed my hole which just made him hornier. He asked me to come back to his room. We got back to his room and started making out again. He then flipped me on my back, pulled me to the edge of his bed and proceeded to pound the hell out of my ass. He'd get close, then stop, come up and make out some more an then proceed to go back to fucking me again. He did this for about 45 minutes. My ass felt so raw and sore. Finally he stated to pound the hell out of my hole. Within 2 minutes I had a huge poz load in my guts. Later that night I saw a cute slightly chubby guy. Nice uncut cock but was a total bottom. I was horned up as hell so I went for it. I got him back to my room. We made out for a bit, then I proceeded to fuck him. I didn't last as long as I would have liked but oh well. He asked me if I was clean. Last test was negative, and I had just taken a shower so by his standards, yep. He asked me to cum on his back, but that didn't happen. He started clamping his ass on my cock and that was all she wrote. I blew probably one of the largest loads I've ever shot in him. I then grabbed my 8" dildo and proceeded to work my load in his hole. Using only my cum for lube. Still horny as hell here, but I'll definitely be back to the Spa in Dallas.
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looking for some uninhibited sex with whoever, poz neg, green blue..lol doesn't matter..
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Hey pigs, Name is Adam and I am a new member of the forums. I love all kinds of men from muscular to bears and love bareback fucking. I am a submissive bottom cub boy and love my twisted Daddies and bros out there. I am looking to make new friends Poz or Neg and enjoy chatting about my fantasies and dark twisted desires. I am the cub next door with an innocent face and a disturbingly foul pig mind. I am neg and tested as of the moment and often jerk my cock thinking about being fucked by poz men. I have pics in my album and if you would like to know me send me a shout. Tell me what is on your dirty mind fucker. I also have two vids that I will send out if anyone wants. One is of me fucking myself with my new dong and the other me shooting my jizz. If you want to see them I can send by email just shoot me a message here or at my email subcub1983@yahoo.com Later dudes
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My boy and I have been having LOADS of fun over the past few years taking raw POZ and NEG loads pretty often. We decided to finally get tested and both came back NEG. We were shocked. I asked my boy if he thought we had dodged a bullet and might want to stop playing around with so many POZ friends. He thought about it and decided we should. Maybe we would turn over a new leaf? Maybe we'd go back to only sleeping with each other or maybe down the road we'd still have raw fun, but only with NEG cocks We planned a “farewell party” or sorts to say so long to our POZ playmates, a dinner party, not a sex party, for once. My boy handled all of the arrangements, and invited six of our most frequent fuckbuddies, two NEG hunks and four POZ studs. JR, the first POZ stud to load my boy's raw hole was of course invited, and he asked if he could bring along his friend Brian, a go-go boy, for some entertainment. I said fine, as long as there was no sex, just “entertainment.” As the sun started to set, we all enjoyed cocktails on the deck and BJ grilled up some steaks. All was good natured, and our fuckbuddies all told me how much they were going to miss loading my hole and my boy's hole. They all seemed genuinely supportive of our decision to start playing it safer. After dinner, the doorbell rang, and Brian showed up with his boombox. I remembered him from the clubs downtown, but hadn't seen him in a while. Turns out he had been POZ for going on three years, and the management at his bar kept him on, dancing and turning tricks, until he got a biohazard tattoo on the small of his back. Management apparently had been worried that the tat would be a turn-off to some of their clients... The years had been kind to Brian, and he had kept up the hours at the gym, keeping his toned body as sexy as it ever was. JR had us all move our chairs into a circle and Brian started his music. Brian gyrated as he started peeling off his shirt, swiveling his hips and working his jeans down them, revealing a shiny g-string. He went from guy to guy giving brief lap dances to all as they ran their hands all over his toned body. Brian's cock was hardening under the cloth pouch of his g-string, and it kept getting bigger and bigger as he worked the crowd. He got to my boy and practically sat in his lap. Everyone hooted and cheered them both on, daring my boy to fish out his POZ cock. My boy looked at me, and I nodded my approval, reminding him that there was to be no sex, only “entertainment.” My boy reached his hand into Brian's g-string, pulling it down. A massive drippy uncut cock sprang into view. My boy leaned back in his chair, with his eyes glued to Brian's cock as it bounced up and down. My boy was mesmerized. JR, ever the one to stir things up shouted to me over the music, “I bet your boy can dance that well! Can he give us a one last show?” My boy smiled and looked at me, again asking if he could. Again, I nodded my approval, hoping that he would keep his underwear on, and there there would be no sex, only “entertainment.” My boy got up, mimicking Brian's gyrations, working the circle as he unsnapped the buttons of his shirt. He and Brian were grooving together, their faces getting close enough to kiss and then spinning around to dry hump each other. The guys were all getting pretty worked up, and I could see several moving their hands over their own hardening cocks. JR leaned over to me with a wicked grin and reached over to massage my dick through my jeans. “Let me know when things have gone too far,” he whispered into my ear, his tongue nearly licking my earlobe. I shuddered, and again nodded approval. By now, my boy had pulled down his jeans, and I was surprised to see he was in a ratty stretched-out old jockstrap, his pert ass framed by stretched out elastic straps. One by one, he gave an intense lap dance to all of the guys in the circle, leaning forward as he got to JR, their lips almost touching. As he leaned forward, Brian kept rolling his hips in the laps of the other guys. All of the guys were obviously fully hard now, their cocks straining to get out of their pants. But so far, Brian's oozy cock was the only one in the group that was out. Brian reached forward and stood my boy up from behind, and whispered something into his ear. JR smiled that wicked smile at me and shouted, “I think things could get out of hand in a minute or two. Just say when, and we stop this.” I again nodded my approval for things to keep going forward, hoping that my boy was going to behave. No sex, just “entertainment.” My boy worked his way over to me with Brian right behind him. He gyrated in front of me, then spun around and sat in my lap, swatting away JR's hand and groping my hard cock through my jeans. He sprang up, turned around and shoved his tongue into my mouth. We were both panting with lust. Breaking our kiss, he looked into my eyes and asked, “Do you like my show?” “YES,” I replied. “Want to see me dance some more,” he asked. “PLEASE,” I replied. Brian was grinding away behind my boy's exposed ass, with his drippy hard cock bouncing all over, occasionally lining up with my boy's crack. My boy was whimpering, clearly loving the wet dick teasing his hole. “PLEASE” he mouthed me. I nodded my consent, allowing this to go further. At that moment, I knew my boy would be getting at least one POZ load that night. My boy turned his head to Brian and shouted over the music, “Give it to me!” All of the guys started hooting, tearing off one another's clothes. I got up, released my own leaking hose, and squatted down so I could watch the action closer. Brian was still grooving to the music, clearly loving his audience. I grabbed his tool and guided it to my boy's winking hole, keeping my hand wrapped around Brian's girth until his raw cock was all the way inside my boy. Both of them were so hot. Brian jackrabbited his cock into my boy as my boy was struggling to stay upright. JR leaned forward, releasing my boy's cock from his jock and tugging until he shot what might have been his last NEG load all over the floor. One of the other guys lapped it up and then fingering it into my ass. What the hell I thought, bending over so I could kiss my boy, and pulled my cheeks apart for whoever wanted a piece of my ass. I felt a wet dick slide up and down my hole and then in one shove all the way into my ass, wet balls slapping against my balls. As he pumped his toxic jizz into me, JR leaned forward saying, “I love a good show!” -
I headed to the rest stop about 11 pm. There were only a few cars in the lot; and, as I made my way down the sidewalk, I had an inkling the men's room would be deserted. I was right. I stood there jacking, hoping somebody would cum in; and after 20 minutes, someone did. He was a skinny, emaciated Dude, maybe late 40's, 5-10, graying hair, wearing an ill-fitting cowboy shirt and jeans which were obviously too large for his diminished frame. Yeah, the Dude was sleazy enough for my taste, even if he had seen better days. I moved over to the adjoining urinal and stared. As I perused his fat 7 inches, he grabbed me by the scuff of my neck and pushed me down. I opened wide to swallow his sleazy Rod. It reeked of sweat and piss. I didn't care, and I lubed my lips and chin with his slimey Drool. As I fell into cadence, I grew oblivious to our environs; and, judging from the moans emanating from the Dude, he felt the same. For the next few moments, we shared the deepest human bond. He pulled me up and demanded my Poppers bottle. He took a few deep hits and asked if I got fucked. I tried to conceal my enthusiasm so he wouldn't think I'm the Slut I really am. "Wanna rubber?" "Your call," I responded, noncommittally. Next thing I knew he was greasing my Hole with some unknown Lube and Spit. He pushed me over and rammed it home—so quickly I had to grab hold of the urinal to keep from stumbling. My hands struggled for purchase on the slick porcelain, my palms collecting pubic hairs and piss. Desperately I took to my Poppers, as his unanticipated aggressiveness, in tandem with his depth of penetration, sent shock waves through my bowel. Again and again he thrust in and out, and I suppressed a scream as I held on for dear life. At last he spasmed and gobs of Cum shot in me in a barrage I thought would never end. The Fucker must have been abstaining for a month, and I almost blew my wad contemplating all that scrumptious Baby Batter buggering my Butt. He pulled out and avowed how great it’d been and how he hoped I'd got my rocks off, too. I assured him I had. As he walked out I smiled to myself, acknowledging the reason I’d been so aroused was that I'd suspected he was POZ. I had planned to confront the Dude; but then I thought, 'Why spoil his fun?' He probably surmised he'd put one over on a NEG. But, for one, I wasn't the Innocent he'd presumed. And, secondly, there was some question about who'd screwed whom. -
Not sure if I should worry or get excited. According to this article, some lubes can cause HIV to reproduce 4 times faster. Some, esp. with spermicide--as we might have already known--cause our natural, bodily defense such as beneficial bacteria or rectal lining to disintegrate. http://www.poz.com/articles/HIV_lubricants_risk_401_19914.shtml
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This is a question for all the Poz guys out there that are not on meds. I'm sure all of you have your own reasons for why you aren't taking meds, I'm just curious what they are. Definitely not judging at all, I am just trying to better understand the thought process for a poz guy that defiantly does not take any medication to increase the chances of living a longer and healthier life. Please chime in and tell me your story.
