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One of my most satisfying pozzings was with one of those damned invasive sex-police. You remember - those guys would walk around the bar, eavesdropping on conversations and then telling the men what they should and should not do. When a ran into this particular bastard and he presumed to insert himself into a conversation I was having with a prospective sex partner, I controlled myself and made a mental note to prepare myself for the next time I saw him. Scarcely a week later around 10:00 P.M. I was at my usual stool at the bar and I noticed him gliding around the bar pulling his shit. Fortunately I was positioned right next to the beer tap and consequently was in the perfect position to schmooze him when he came up for a refill. I got really chummy with him: told him how I was neg, fully supported his point of view, etc. etc. Even pointed out the safety pin clipped to my jeans. Ended up with an invitation back to his place. He wasn't bad looking, but I suspected hadn't been laid in a while because he was so politically obnoxious. Took no time to get both our clothes off, but he insisted that we had to wear condoms just for sucking each other’s dick. Man, I really had to fight my gag reflex when I tasted that damned latex. Anyway, finally got him all hot and bothered, then telling him that, as we were both neg, I wanted to fuck. He was hesitant, but I lay down on my belly, and told him he could do me first. So, true to his convictions, he pulled off the condom he had on, slipped on another new one, greased up my ass, and slowly slid in. Didn't take him long to orgasm, and in fact he pulled out before he shot even though he had on a damned condom. On my turn, he insisted that I, too, put on fresh condom, and I did so in front of him. I was going to anyway, as I had some specially doctored ones in my pocket. Claiming a hypersensitivity to the brand of condom he offered, I deftly pulled a doctored (yet ostensibly still sealed) rubber out of the packaging and rolled it onto my dick. He never even noticed the razor slit in the end. He wanted us to fuck face-to-face, but I said I preferred him on his belly. I climbed on top, and pressed my dickhead again his asshole. He suddenly whipped his hand around behind him, feeling the condom on my dick to reassure himself all was 100% safe. I thrust into him much faster than he had me, and I could feel the condom rip open and slide up my dick like a sleeve as I did. Essentially although there was latex from the base of my cock down to his sphincter, from there on my cock was 100% bare. I fucked him as long as I was capable to ensure that the lining of his asshole would be torn-up and some capillaries broken. Finally, I was ready. I fucked him very fast and hard, then diving as deeply in as my 7" would reach, and shot my load. Whenever I'm pozzing a guy, the orgasm I have is incredible - I feel it from my toes all the way to my finger-tips, and it seems to go on and on and on while I shoot one long charged rope after another into the his hole. With this guy though, it seemed even more intense. Guess it was the success of pozzing someone I despised. As soon as my orgasm finished, I pulled out of him, and made a bee-line for his bathroom. I yanked off the torn condom, dropped it in the toilet along with a piece of toilet tissue to cover it, then sat down and pissed & shit into the toilet. He walked into the bathroom as I was getting up, but all he could see was a small part of the condom. Two months later I read in the local rag that he had resigned from the AIDS Awareness group because of ‘personal reasons’. I snickered with pleasure and got a raging hard-on because I knew exactly what those ‘personal reasons’ were.
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Tom and I had chatted on Manhunt. The purely physical aside, he was a bit more direct than many guys with whom I had chatted as he asked me upfront about my status, and, of course, being the bastard that I am, I lied, saying neg (and routinely tested at three month intervals). He agreed to meet at a coffee shop on the campus of Carnegie Mellon, where he attended graduate school. Since the University is a short walk from my house, and I am well familiar with the campus, I arrived before he did. The moment I saw him, my dick started twitching. Tom was about 24 years old, 5'9, about 150 pounds, brown hair, sky-blue eyes, and sporting a soul patch and patch of beard on his chin. He was really fuckin’ cute. Oh yeah, just so you have a relatively complete picture, I'm 6', 190 pounds, jet black short hair, am well-muscled. I have one of those perpetual five o’clock shadows that are so much in vogue these days. I also have a passion for breeding boyish men, especially if they are neg and unsuspecting. As we talked, I charmed him and, in short order, it took little time to convince him that we should go back to his place, ostensibly to talk. Within 30 seconds of entering his apartment, I had kicked off my boots, yanked off my shirt and shucked my Levis. No underwear here. Naked except for my socks, my dick fully hard, the slit copiously oozing charged precum, I moved towards him. Tom looked stunned. "Wait, you're moving too fast!" he said. “I gotta have you, buddy” was my retort. I wrapped my arms around him in a bear hug, and squeezed, making him gasp. I grasped the hair at the back of his head, and crushed his mouth against mine, licking his lips and teeth with broad strokes. He half resisted me at first, but the resistance was brief. When I got his teeth parted, I plunged my tongue deep in his mouth, and he melted into my grasp. I could feel his dick hardening though his jeans as I pressed my thigh against his crotch. As we kissed I began unbuttoning his shirt. "Wait!" he whispered. "No" I whispered back, as his shirt opened. He struggled against me, which turned me on more, even though there was no chance he could get away from me. Getting his jeans off his bony ass was child’s play, but I admit getting his underwear off was a bit of a challenge, but one I’ve played-out more than once, so soon enough I had him totally naked, in my arms, and we were headed towards his bed before he knew it. I fell forward onto his bed, crushing him beneath me. Rolling him on his belly, I forced his legs apart with mine. Rearing up a bit, I spread his ass and, by sliding my very excited cock between his cheeks, liberally painted his exposed neg asshole with my poz precum. I pressed my cock head against his hole, one hand between his shoulder blades holding him down, I began to push. "Don't." he said " I don't get fucked". How often I’ve heard that claim! Could it be I'd gotten especially lucky – that he was virgin as well as neg? Well, this was not the time to ask. Ample spit served as a perfunctory lube as I continued nudging my death stick inside him. When the head popped in, he groaned loudly, his eyes frozen in pain. I briefly considered the advantages of lube, but decided to press my advantage, so I rammed all 8" of my dick deep inside him, causing him to scream even louder. Laying on top on him, my death stick buried to the hilt in his tight spasming ass, I whispered "Oh, baby, you turn me on." I proceed to fuck him, enjoying the feel of his hole spasming each time I thrust into him, going faster as his hole stretched more, until finally I was really pounding his hole. I stopped and pulled out, and looked at the blood on my throbbing dick. This turned me on even more because I then knew he had been a virgin, and I knew that when I shot my charged load in him, it would likely be absorbed directly into his blood. Before he could act, I flipped him over, pulled his legs over my shoulders, and thrust back into him, immediately picking up my gut-busting rhythm. I loved watching grimaces play on his tear-streaked face each time I rammed into him. Still in him, I leaned down and whispered in his face "Know what, Tom? I lied. I'm poz, and I'm not on meds." For a moment he froze, a look of shock on his face. Shock was replaced almost immediately by fear. Then he panicked, struggling in vain to get away from me, begging and pleading for me to pull out. I held on tight, keeping my dick deep inside him. It didn't take long for him to tire, his struggles less violent, though he continued to beg me to pull out. I asked if he'd even though the fuck that took his cherry would also be the fuck which pozzed his ass, which to my delight resulted in renewed struggles from Tom. I began furiously pounding his ass, bringing myself to the brink of orgasm. As I felt my balls begin to tighten, I slowed a bit, and whispered to him, each word punctuated by a thrust, "Here… comes… my load!" I rammed in deep, splattering my charged load inside his raped hole, as Tom's groans pealed deliciously in my ears. With each shot of cum, my orgasm seemed to ripple throughout my entire body. I felt as if I'd never stop shooting charged cum in him, but at last I did. After my tumescent cock slipped from his raped hole, I got up and pulled my clothing on. Hollowly, he asked me how I could do that him. I smiled, and told him that I liked introduce men to unprotected sex, a practice that I was sure he would cultivate in the future. He lay there silently - I assume trying to absorb my philosophy. 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Can a Bug Chaser become a Gift Giver? I only ask because I am a Bottom who loves to get fucked. I started my Barebacking career in December, 2001, when a guy invited me over. He’d told me he was POZ, and I was ready to take that first step into the Unknown. I asked if he minded fucking a NEG, and he said, “No, not at all. Long as you understand I only do Bareback.” When I first arrived he demanded I service his Shaft. It wasn't huge, maybe 5.5” but fat, with an angry purple Head. How I gagged when he forced It down my throat! He asked me twice if I wanted his Dirty Cock up my Ass, and both times I nodded “Yes.“ After I’d chowed down on his Meat, he flipped over, supporting himself on the couch. I ‘d rimmed before; but this guy’s Hole was looser than most, and I was able to sink my tongue deep into his soft moist Ass tissue, inhaling the musk of his Crack and tasting his Ass Juices. In the bedroom he had me lie face down on the bed. For the third time he asked me, ”You want it RAW? For the third time I answered, “Yes.” He handed me some Poppers, and I took a long hard hit. Poppers always loosen me up, and my inhibitions dissolve. While I sniffed, he rimmed my Mancunt, lubing It with his Tongue, working his spit in with his fingers. He had me kneel on his face and rimmed my Crack while I sucked his Dick. By then he was Precuming profusely. I lapped up his Juices savoring the flavor, knowing that shortly he’d be gouging my Ass with his ManMeat and creaming my Pussy. He slipped from beneath me and hoisted my legs to his shoulders. He looked me straight in the eye. "Ready?" I was more than Ready. I was anxious to feel his Cock pierce my HIV-Gateway. As my Pussy stretched open, I felt him inching inside me. I yelped, but he continued his Assault till his Balls slapped my Butt. He pulled back and started thrusting in me. I could feel his Cockhead pulsate, and I bucked and rode his Shaft in response. "This your first time?" "First time with a POZ guy.” "Well, we gotta make it memorable for you. No trophies for second place." He pounded my Hole and broke out in a Sweat. Beads glistened on his face, dribbled down his chin and dripped into my open mouth. My body was taut, awaiting his final Onslaught; but my mind screamed, “NO! THIS IS INSANE! GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN!“ "STOP!" I shouted, "I CAN'T GO THROUGH WITH THIS." "Too late, Mate. I gave you 3 chances to say ‘No’ and each time you said, ‘Yes.’ Now it's time you learned what ‘Yes’ really means. It means gettin’ POZZED and taking It like a Man and not whining that you’ve changed your mind." I struggled beneath him, but despite my best efforts I couldn't get free. He was jabbing my Chute with long, powerful strokes and gasping for air, when he roared, "I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING; AND I'M BREEDING YOUR NEG HOLE WITH POZ CUM." I felt the hot burst of his Pleasure erupt in my Pussy as he shot Volley after Volley in my Guts. What he lacked in size, he made up for in volume. It felt like he pumped gallons of Venom in me. He fucked me a few minutes longer, working his Noxious Jism in deeper—before pulling out and making me lick him clean.
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--------------------Part 1 (all the good stuff starts in part 2, if you just want to jerk off)-------------------- When you lose your virginity at age 15, live in 3 major cities and sleep with a dozen or so men a year, by the time you're 25 sex gets kind of boring. That's about the point when you start cruising around for the kinkier stuff. Leather, BDSM, orgies - it takes something "different" to get your rocks off at a certain point. That's about the time I discovered BBRT. I'd fucked raw a handful (or two handfulls) of times, and basically hadn't been able to jack off to condom porn in a few years, but I never foresaw myself signing up for a site like BBRT, and certainly didn't expect myself to begin cruising right away. I looked for the neg guys, of course. I wanted nasty raw fucks, but had never actively chased. In fact, I was pretty sure no poz guy had ever even been in my hole, except for maybe that once or twice that I slipped up at the baths. Either way, I was still neg and fully intended upon staying that way. After a few weeks, I had chatted with a dozen or so neg guys (so they said) but had never actually gotten one of them to hook up. My hole was aching for some cock. One Friday night, I was up, edging and hitting the popper bottle, when I finally gave in and checked the "Parties" section. Maybe there was an all-neg breeding party lined up that I wasn't aware of. It was the usual. "Bottom taking loads in hotel for my birthday" bullshit. I recognized a lot of these desperate sluts from Craigslist. Same picture, same post, and it seemed like with a lot of these guys, it was always their birthday. Not interested. Finally I came across one posting that piqued my interest - "Full moon gangbang bottom wanted. We have 20 or so guys lined up needing to dump their loads while the moon is full tomorrow. Be prepared for an intense evening. Each man will breed you, no PNP. All serious takers considered, but only one will be selected." I noticed that in no mention of the post did the description say anything about poz or neg, and wondered if I should even respond to the organizer. One more hit of poppers convinced me otherwise. "Very interested in hearing more about tomorrow's party". Sent. I waited. It seemed to take forever to get a response and I was pretty much sitting on the edge of my seat waiting. After what felt like an eternity (which was really only 10 minutes), I hear "oink oink". I quickly opened my inbox and saw a message waiting for me from the organizer. "what do u want 2 know" was the response. The guy couldn't type for shit but I decided that didn't mean he wasn't a good fuck. "What's expected of the bottom?" I asked, not really sure what questions I should ask. "u will take all our loads under a full moon no matter what. once it starts u cant back out". That sounded ominous. Yet arousing. "Are all of the guys neg?" I responded, knowing I was likely about to be disappointed. ..... I waited. ........I continued waiting. While I waited I switched back to xtube and took another hit of poppers. another 8 minutes later and I finally hear the familiar "oink oink" again. Hastily I switched back to the inbox. "824 montenegro lane, sonoma. b there at 10 tomorrow." ...He didn't answer my question. I wrestled for a few minutes with what to say next, but my hard dick and popper-stupid brain made me type "OK". I continued jacking my cock while questioning my motives. Was I really going to go through with this? Then again, an outdoors gangbang with 20 or so guys cumming in my hole? That was hard to pass up, and sure beat the hell out of cruising the sites for flakes all night. With that thought, I shot a surprisingly intense load all over my hand and wrist. Still in my poppers daze, I scooped up the load and instinctively reached down to finger it into my own hole. I spent all day Saturday doing what I normally do - not much. I met a friend out for some beers, did some laundry, nothing out of the ordinary. Of course the only thought on my mind that day was whether or not to go through with what I was pretty much certain I was going to go through with. Around 6:00, I logged onto BBRT out of curiosity. Maybe I could just find an easy neg slut to breed. Topping wasn't my forté but I needed to have some nasty sex after thinking about the potential gangbang all day. I had a few inbox messages but was actually only interested in reading one. The one from him. "see u at 10" was all it said. Something about his dominant assumption made my cock chub up and I pretty much knew there was only one way this decision would go. My heart was racing, my face was flush, and my dick just continued to get harder against my shorts. This man was going to have me. I walked to the kitchen, took a shot of bourbon to calm my nerves, and decided to go prepare. After a couple of showers (cleanliness is key) and another shot of bourbon, the time was quickly approaching. I checked the inbox a few more times, thinking he would check to make sure I'm coming, but nothing. I'd gotten a few more hits from guys seeing me online, but wasn't interested. They would have to wait until next time, assuming I came back alive. 8:30 rolled around, and I figured I should get on the road. Even though it's only an hour drive from San Francisco, I didn't want to be late and end up ruining my chances. I slipped on a leather cockring, my favorite white jockstrap, a pair of loose shorts, a tank top, some black leather boots, and my favorite ball cap. Bourbon wasn't going to be enough to calm these nerves - I needed to decide one way or another. I prelubed my hole with some elbow grease and got in the truck. I hadn't even realized until I was halfway there that I hadn't even turned the radio on. Once I got past the golden gate bridge, I rolled the windows down and enjoyed the increasingly warm air that you get once you're far enough north of the city. There was little traffic to be had once I got out of the city, and I knew that I was going to be there early. I shifted uncomfortably as my half-hard cock was swelling inside the tight cockring in anticipation. When I pulled off the freeway it was only 9:30. According to my GPS, I'd be there in 10 minutes. With 20 minutes to kill, I pulled into a gas station and waited. My heart and my mind both raced and I started to double guess my decision. Was I really ready for this? I logged into BBRT on my phone and checked my inbox - one new message, from him. "see u soon" was all it said, sent at 9:00. I could easily get right back on that freeway and go home, jack off and call it a night. I looked up into the northern California sky, seeing every star, and the full moon hanging above me. Like the tide, the moon was pulling me. At 9:50, I started up the mountain, following the GPS and my hardon. --------------------Part 2 (getting to the good stuff)-------------------- I pulled into a secluded driveway at the address I was given, and approached a gate. This guy really enjoyed his privacy. When I got to the gate, it opened automatically. I had a feeling it wasn't an automatic gate, and that he knew I was there. That made my heart skip a beat and I started to get even more nervous. Pulling up the driveway, I could see 7 or 8 structures, with no lights on. Under the pale light of the full moon, it looked like some sort of camp ground with 2-story cabins, but I saw no one. As I pulled the truck up to where all of the other vehicles were parked, I noticed a huge bonfire burning up the hill behind the largest cabin. I took a deep breath before getting out of the truck, took a moment to compose myself, and shut it off. I left the windows down and the doors unlocked - nobody was going to bother it all the way up here. As I climbed the hill and approached the fire, I could see figures standing around it. The figures of men. One got up from the log he was sitting on and started making his way down the hill toward me. I was sweating, not just because of the heat, but out of fear and excitement. "I knew you'd come" said a deep, masculine voice, silhouetted by the distant glow of the fire. As he approached, his features became more clear under the light of the moon. He was tall - about 6'3", and probably about 42, I guessed. He had the makings of a weekend-beard growing, with short dark hair, and a very chiseled body. He stopped in front of me, wearing only a pair of jeans and work boots. "Are you ready?" "As ready as I'm going to be..." I hesitantly responded. He gave a small grin, and his white teeth and pale eyes seemed to glow in the light of the moon. He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into him, cupped my jockstrapped ass with his hands while rubbing his scruff on my neck. He started chewing on my neck - not gently, but not painfully so. "You'll do just fine" he growled. His furry chest pressed into me, and I could smell the combination of real man, accompanied by the smell of cheap beer. Then he turned around, pushed me in front of him and simply said "go". He followed a few paces behind as I made my way to the fire. As we walked, I decided to try to get to know the guy that was about to own my hole. "You live up here?" I croaked, voice shaky with anxiety. "It's just a weekend get away for some of us. I built it, but it's a community thing for all of us, not just me". "You built all of this?" "Enough. Keep walking." I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around and finally asked "You're neg, right? You never answered my question before" "Yes, I'm neg. You should learn to be more trustful. Now go." I continued my march with my captor behind me until I made it in front of the fire. I looked around me. This didn't look like a breeding party to me. It just looked like a bunch of guys hanging out drinking beer by the fire on a Saturday night. The guys ranged from average to good looking, all of them trim to fit. I definitely wouldn't have turned any of them down, not that I had a choice now. The organizer, whose name I had just realized I hadn't yet asked, stopped me by grabbing my shoulder, and the men stood up. Most of them were shirtless, wearing either shorts or jeans. Getting a better look at these men, these real men, I started to lose a little bit of the fear while gaining a little more excitement. My dick had started to chub up again. All went silent while they eyed me, sizing up the piece of meat they were about to devour. "See that clearing in the trees at the top of the hill there?" he whispered in my hear, grabbing my ass again. I could feel his beer-scented breath hot against my neck. "Go to the middle of that clearing, strip, and get on your knees." I looked over my shoulder at him, then around at what looked like a pack of hungry wolves, and then started my way even further up the hill". My cock was swollen and at full mast now, and I was wishing I had not put the cockring on so tight. I made my way to the clearing, sweating profusely in the summer air. I understood now why there were no lights up here. You didn't need them. The stars and the moon in the sky clearly lit up the night. Aside from the crackle of the fire, all I could hear was low murmuring voices, the chirp of thousands of crickets, and the croak of an occasional frog. I was going to get fucked in the middle of nature, and I couldn't wait. When I got to the clearing, I shed my clothes as he said and threw them to the side, out of the clearing. I tossed my boots over as well, but opted to leave the cockring on. I sunk to my knees and waited. And waited. And waited. This guy knew how to keep a boy in anticipation, all right. After what seemed like forever, I heard the shuffle of footsteps in the grass. I looked over to see that it wasn't just one set of footsteps that I was hearing, but all 20 of them. I hadn't actually counted them all and frankly, didn't have a chance to, but it seemed like an army approaching. For the first time that night, I felt a chill - it wasn't a chill of cold, but a shiver of fear. I heard the organizer's voice first. "Get that thing off of him" he said. I wasn't sure what he meant until a cute 20-something blonde approached me, leaned over and unsnapped the cockring from my fully erect cock. It hurt like a bitch - obviously it was too tight, and I yelped a little bit as it came off. "He won't need to use his dick tonight" said another voice, causing the group to laugh. Great, I was a joke to them. The men formed a circle around me, and I could see all of their eyes glowing in the moonlight, hungrily evaluating the fresh meat. Organizer approached first, at first behind me, then moving around in front of me. He stepped closer and pulled my head into his toned, furry abs. Caressing my head, he let out a low growl. "Too late to back out now" he said, which frightened me a little. Even without the cockring, my dick was still at full mast. In fact, when he said that, it seemed to get a little harder. Then he backed away. "Men" he procalaimed loudly. With that, all of the others started to shed what little clothing they had on. Organized grabbed my neck and forced me down to all 4's. "Enjoy the meal" he said to them, backing away as some of the other men moved closer. One man began by sucking on and licking at my tight hole, while another forced a half-hard cock into my mouth. The man behind me lapped at my hole hungrily, growling and panting as he ate like his life depended on it. Pulling up for air, he panted "Fuck that's sweet". In no time at all, I felt a hard cock head aiming up against my hole. He began gradually sliding in, not quickly but not slowly. There was minimal pain and I whimpered around the now fully erect cock in my mouth. This was it, there really was no turning back now. The man behind me started thrusting in, and in no time at all I was rocking back on his cock. He was panting and growling so hard I thought he was already about to cum, but he just kept going, getting more and more forceful. The owner of the cock in my mouth pulled out, stepped aside, and was replaced by another, fatter cock. I felt like my jaw was stretching to the limit on this one and tears started to well in my eyes as he forced his cock balls-deep into my throat. The man behind me pulled out and was replaced by a shorter cock, and at this point I was so loosened up by the first one that he went in with no issue at all. Eventually the thick cock in my throat pulled out, leaving me coughing and sputtering, and pushed my head down to the ground with his booted foot as the man in my ass continued to assault my hole. The entire group of men began moving in closer and the one behind me started to growl like the first one, but pulled out of my tender hole without cumming. This had gone on for some time, and about 6 of the men had fucked me at this point before I started to wonder if any of them were going to cum. I looked around for the organizer, and he was nowhere to be found. My eyes caught the moon which was directly above our heads at this point. I started to lose count after 8, and had wondered if some of the men had fucked me twice. Some cocks had felt familiar but it was hard to say with this many breeders surrounding me. I was going to be fucked and nutted by each and every one of them, but when were they going to start cumming? It seemed like roughly an hour had passed of this before my hole started to grow tired, my hips ached from being in this doggie position, and I had dirt and grass pushing into my knees. It's not that I wasn't enjoying it, but I came to get bred, and that hadn't happened yet. When I tried flipping over onto my back, my assailant grabbed my neck, aggressively pushed it back toward the ground and growled "No". I heard the sound of another set of footsteps approaching and saw that it was the organizer, now fully nude, and looking even more statuesque, and surprisingly even furrier than he had before. He stood there in front of me as I look up from him, my ass getting nailed with long hard strokes. My hole felt like jello at this point, and I was pretty sure at least every man had had a chance to dip into my ass. I looked into his eyes, still glimmering in the moonlight. It almost seemed as if they were glowing...and glowing a hazy shade of yellow... I was obviously losing my mind. Maybe one of these guys slipped something up my hole. The fucker in my ass pulled out quickly, not even giving my ass a chance to close. Organizer moved in behind me and, in one hard stroke, buried himself to the balls inside my wet, loose hole. With one hand, he grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head up, and then with his other arm grabbed me around the neck with his elbow, pulling me back into a kneeling position. "You like being our bitch?" he growled in his deep gravelly voice, which seemed even deeper now. I looked over my shoulder longingly into his eyes. I was certain at this point that one of the men had slipped me something, because his eyes were definitely glowing yellow. I glanced down at the toned arm he had around my neck and realized I hadn't just imagined it - he didn't just seem furrier. He was furrier. Frightened, I looked around at the other men jacking their cocks, and was horrified to see that they seemed to be overcome by the same affliction. Their eyes were literally glowing yellow, and their bodies were gradually becoming overtaken by a thick fur. Panicking, I tried to pull away from him but he was far too strong. "What the fuck is this?!" I shouted, scared. He didn't answer, but just pushed my head back down into the dirt. I continued to struggle, and could hear chuckling among the men in the crowd. "You're not going anywhere, bitch. These dogs need a bitch in heat, and you're about as in heat as it gets" he said, in a voice that didn't seem like his own. He pulled me back up into the kneeling position and forced me to look at him. "You didn't wonder why it had to be under the full moon?" he said, grinning with teeth that seemed long and sharp. The entire time he continued to fuck me with long strokes. "What the hell are you?" I whimpered, realizing I wasn't getting away. "We're men. Men who change under a full moon." he literally growled. I heard a noise approaching in front of me and was horrified at what I saw. A foot from my face, looking me right in the eye, was a full grown wolf, snarling at me. Out of reflex I tried backing away, and found myself only impaling myself further on the monster cock pumping inside me. The wolf barked, leaving the familiar scent of beer breath lingering. Backing up further onto the organizer's cock, I could feel his cock thicken even more and he began a low, gutteral growl before falling onto me, pinning me flat on the ground. He began to shout as I could feel his hot seed pouring into me. No, not shout... howl. He continued for about 20 seconds before collapsing entirely. Sweating and heaving, he started biting at my neck, and not the gentle bites he was giving me earlier on this evening. Hard, rough bites - not enough to break the skin. I could feel him starting to climb off, but not before putting his face to my ear saying "we just needed a bitch". With that, he pulled out in one fluid motion, and cum fell from my hole over my balls and onto the ground. I realized my cock had never gone soft the entire time. The wolf padded off out of my sight and another of these savage beasts climbed on top of me, slipping an extremely hard cock up my cummy hole. I couldn't bring myself to look at him and in no time at all, he repeated the organizer's performance, howling as he bred me deep, driving that load as far into me as it would go. All men's cum feels warm when it pours into you, but these loads literally felt hot, like they were burning into the battered walls of my ass. Grateful I was finally getting what I wanted, I started getting back into it, despite the confusion and fear of what I'd just seen. I made a conscious effort to keep my face planted against the ground, and not to look at any of them. The scenario repeated itself over and over, and once again I lost count of the DNA deposits planted in my extremely loose hole. There seemed to be a lull and I had wondered if all of them had gotten what they needed, when two of the men grabbed my my the arms and flipped me over onto my back. Now having to look up at them, I wondered if I had hallucinated the whole thing. These men just seemed like sweaty, spent men - not the wolf-esque beasts they seemed before. I looked up and the full moon had started receding behind the trees of the clearing. Looking around, I didn't see the actual wolf that looked ready to attack me just moments before. I counted my blessings that they weren't going to let the beast breed me as well, but then realized that if what these men said was true, it very well could have, in a different form. Still pinned down by the two "men", I saw Organizer approach once more. He knelt down between my knees, but still looked the same. I knew at that point I hadn't imagined it, because he hadn't changed back. He pushed my legs as far back as they would go and stared at my ruined hole. "You did surprisingly well, bitch." Realizing before I said it how ridiculous the question was, I asked "Are... are you a wolf?" "Something like that." he responded, once again driving his entire thick cock back into my chute. He took his time, this time, savoring the experience. I didn't want to look at him in this state, but found myself unable to look away. He looked me in the eye the entire time, probably reveling in the feeling of 21 loads surrounding his cock. "Am... I going to change?" I shakily asked, but enjoying the hard cock pounding those loads into me and out of me. "Yes, you are." He continued his assault. "I'm going to become a werewolf?!" I said, frightened yet surprisingly turned on. The men around me all laughed. "No, bitch, it doesn't work that way". "But you said I would change..." "And you will" he said, bottoming out in my ass, his balls resting against my cheeks. I was going back and forth between confusion and arousal, both at the cock sliding easily in and out of my sloppy hole, but also at the idea of these men making me like them. Sensing my confusion, he waved the men holding me down away, pushed my knees to my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "You're going to change, but not to become a werewolf. You've been given a different gift tonight." My heart stopped. I knew that word. I'd spent enough time online and on BBRT to know what the word "gift" meant at this point. I didn't fight, though. It was too late for that. I was, however, more terrified than I was even when there was a feral wolf looking me in the eye. "You... you said you were neg" I muttered, half scared and half furious. "Oh, I am, bitch. But these other wolves you gave yourself to tonight? That's another story". With that, he began ruthlessly pumping into my hole, furiously pounding until he let out his signature howl one last time. Spent, he pulled out, cum pouring out of my hole. I hadn't realized that most of the men had gone back to the fire at this point, and noticed some were missing, but their clothes were still piled around. I lay there in a daze. What had just happened? How did I get tricked like that? And yet, my cock had never once deflated. "Pick your stuff up, get dressed, and go. These dogs got to mount, got to breed, and that's all we wanted". I looked back up at him, and he looked just like the man who had met me halfway down the hill at 10:00. He made his way back to the fire as well. Time seemed to go in slow motion as I got up and got dressed. A combination of confusion, hurt, fear and lust filled me. I felt my wrecked hole and wiped some cum from it. It still felt like it was searing into my guts inside me. Then I did something I never thought I'd do in this situation (had I ever thought this situation would ever happen). I fingered the poz beast-man cum back into me. As I passed back by the firepit, I couldn't bear to look at anyone. I walked slowly past, hearing whispers, chuckles, and feeling their eyes upon me. As I made my way back to my truck down the hill, I heard footsteps behind me. A hand grasped my shoulder and I swung around to see Organizer. "You did good, bitch." "My name's Brett" I responded, sharply. "I don't care what your name is. To us, you're bitch." "Whatever" I said coldly, pulling away from him to head back to my truck. I was pissed. I'd been tricked, terrified, and taken advantage of in ways that I hadn't even fathomed. As I walked away, he called out to me. "If you truly want to know what it's like to be one of us, come back during the next full moon." I stopped dead in my tracks. What did he mean by that? To be "one of them"... "You're already changing inside. Our cum is different. By the time you get to the doctor tomorrow to go on PeP, it'll be too late. Come back during the next full moon and we'll make it up to you, and maybe even let you mount and knock up the next bitch." Too late for PeP? What the fuck? How was that even possible? And yet, the thought of being like these men, wild and free up here in the mountains, breeding the next hot little bitch that shows up unknowingly, made my cock jump back to full attention. I looked back at Organizer with confused-yet-lusty eyes. "Can I at least know your name?" I asked. "Next full moon, bitch. Be here." -
This was posted to the old Bugshare .. and I have seen re-written (and improved) versions floating around. *********************** Seth A rainy-day carpenter who contacted me wanting to get together for mutual j/o or 69. I’m not in to taking down the club kidz, I leave those for the other Breeders. Mall rats, skater punks, Goths, no interest. I’m after big game. The Blue-Collar bi-guys who know if they’re out fucking around on their Old Lady, it shouldn’t be with another guy. Seth contacted me over the net, asked if I was clean, assured him I was, and he said the same about himself. I wasn’t really interested until Seth said he was a carpenter, that his roommate didn’t know he was bi-. And that he’s only bottomed once, and it hurt like hell. And a dude honest enough to admit that was ripe for breeding. Sounded like the perfect type to knock up. Seth came over in half an hour. Seth had changed his clothes and splashed water, but I could still smell that impossible to mistake working man’s funk from the day before. He was as advertised: Forty-four, shoulder-length black hair tinged with gray, average height and build. Not very hairy, three tattoos. Clean off-brand jeans, new t-black t-shirt with an ugly design. Just a regular Joe who wanted a blow ’n go, Heh. I went down on him. Not much crotch hair, average length cock, that great male taste. Then, Seth pushed me up and it was his turn to “Slob on Bob.” Things would have been OK, but I saw his butt sticking out. I hadn’t had any in awhile, and suddenly all I wanted was to bug this neg hole. We changed positions and Seth was laying on his back while I sucked, and then I did that dive for the hole routine that always sends bi-guys flying. Nice clean hole, with some funk, and musk. The taste of a mature man, one about to be struck down in his prime. I licked, lapped, sucked, having absolutely no shame at this point, just wanting to make us both happy. Seth flipped over and got into the doggy style position so I could get in deeper with my tongue. Which I did. But I heard Seth sigh deeply just about the time I reached down under the couch for the lube. I buy the cheap kind with none of the anti-virals (whose will kill the virus!). Seth flinched and was tight going in. Not one of those break your cock asses that’s impossible to crack open, just you could tell he really wasn’t used to being fucked up the shit chute. Seth didn’t say anything except once to ask for more lube, and later on to say he couldn’t take much more. Just laid there and took the fuck like a man, totally cool. I usually don’t like looking at their face. Like keeping guys just cum holes to dump in. But, Seth I turned over so I could see his clueless eyes while I POZZed his ass. I wanted to see his face when the DethSperm charged his guts. His eyes were so clear and trusting. I could see Seth wincing, but really wanting to take the load. Then just as I was pumping my bugs into him, this beautiful innocent man was being POZZed, direct transmission, I noticed a tattoo on his chest I hadn’t seen clearly before. The inked bannered teddy bear summed Seth’s future: “Gone, But Not Forgotten.”
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no limitz poz slut loves being slammed and filled, anonymously at gloryholes, darkrooms, private darkrooms, blindfolded, knocked out
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While I was a sophomore in college, I was really fucking horny. My boyfriend Chad couldn't satisfy my desire to be plowed almost every night. He was 25 at the time and was a Ph.D student in applied physics, so he didn't have much free time, an was tired when he did. I was 20, 6'1, 190 pounds of muscle with brown hair and blue eyes with a 6.5inch cut cock. Despite my masculine appearance, I was a power bottom. He didn't want me cheating on him, so to satisfy my desire to be fucked, he would let other men fuck me as long as he set up the encounter, watched, and they wore a condom. Unbeknownst to him though, I poked holes in almost all of the condoms. We always fucked raw, and I hated condoms and LOVED taking a load in my ass. One fateful day, I was horny as fuck and Chad just wasn't feeling up to the task of fucking me, so he went to craigslist and set up an advert looking for an anon top. About 30 minutes later we got a response requesting that the bottom (me) be blindfolded. I'm always into kinky shit, so I figured why not, a blindfold is no problem. I went into our bedroom and set up a small camera behind the tv near the bed so as to relive the moment later. I then put the faulty condoms out, got naked, and put on the blindfold with my ass in the air. About 15 minutes later there was a knock at the door and Chad answered. "Come on in. Hot tats man" said Chad. "Thanks. I have a bunch all over. " replied the man in a deep gruff voice. He must have been an older man, 40's minimum. I heard some clothes being taken off. "Damn, that one must have hurt, it's so close to your dick. That eagle tattoo on you chest looks sweet!" Chad exclaimed. "Heh, yeah. The eagle was my first one. The one near my dick was my third one. The second one..." There was a slap as if he had smacked his own ass. "Was this one. I got then at the same time after an incredible week." He laughed "I just can't remember too much from all the partying. So. Who am I fucking?" "He's this way" said Chad as he lead the stranger to the bedroom. My cock got hard thinking that this older tatted man was going to fuck my brains out. I felt a slap of a large hand on my ass. "You're in for a treat today boy." Said the man. He started rimming my ass with his tongue. I moaned as he licked and moaned even more as he started sticking a finger in my hole. I heard a rip, and the unrolling of a condom on a dick. I've heard this many a time, but he was going to cum in me, he just didn't know it. He thrusted hard in my ass and I yelped. He must have been at least 8 inches!! I felt a pop inside me and I knew the condom break due to inadequate living and the holes. He smacked my ass hard, "You be quiet" he said forcefully and proceeded to stuff something cloth in my mouth. I judging from the taste and smell it must have been one of his socks. He smacked my ass again and I made sure to not make a sound. "That's better bitch." I wasn't sure if he felt the condom break or not, but if he had, he wasn't mentioning it. He pushed me completely down on the bed, pinning me with his body. His ass to the camera, he started fucking me like a rabbit with short but forceful thrusts. It was all I could do to not scream or moan as waves of pain and ecstasy washed over me. I could hear Chad sitting down somewhere in front of me jerking off. The man pulled me up and then started to fuck me doggie style. This time he pulled out almost all the way and slammed his dick deep into my ass. I let out a moan of pleasure as I felt his massive dick squeeze in my ass. He then grabbed my hair in one hand and slapped my ass harder than ever with the other and said "Bitch, I told you not to make a noise!" I was so turned on that I couldn't help but moan again, and again his hand slapped my ass, all the while pulling my head back by my hair. He kept thrusting his long dick in and out of me, faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum bitch." He said. I moaned through his sock on purpose. He yanked my hair back and then smacked my ass again as he moaned loudly. "Fuck yeah bitch. Make me cum!" He yelled at me. I squeezed my ass as tight as I could as he kept thrusting his cock deep in my ass. I felt his dick throb deep in my ass for what felt like ages. Finally he stopped and pulled out. It felt like my ass was uncorked. He slapped my ass and took out his sock and then walked out. I heard some shuffling and then a door closing. "That was hot!" Said Chad. "I think he took the condom with him. Odd." I heard some shuffling around and I pulled off the blindfold. Chad was putting his clothes on. "I have to head into the lab, I'm running late already." He gave me a kiss and then left. Sore and still hard, I took out the camera and put the memory card in my computer and started watching the film. I fast forwarded to when the man walked in. He was about 6' tall and was maybe 60 years old, based on his bald head and grey goatee. I saw the eagle tattoo on his chest first. It took up almost his entire chest, from nipple to nipple of a bald eagle. I then saw his massive dick. He was easily 9 inches long and really girthy, surrounded by lightly trimmed grey pubes. My mouth watered and I almost came from the sight. I couldn't make out the tattoo above his dick though. His front was in front of the camera for such a brief time. He turned around and I saw the tattoo on his ass cheeks. On one side there was a black biohazard symbol and the words "Cum in" underneath. I had never seen anything like it before, but I loved how it was shaped and perfectly fit on his ass. I started fast forwarding and saw where he started fucking me. He paused for a moment and I knew that was where the condom broke. My ass started leaking and I paused the recording. I stuck my hand near my ass and pushed it all back in. Lifting up my fingers I saw residue of cum and blood. Licking my fingers, I got a butt plug and put it in and continued watching the video. I saw the man cum in me and pull out. The condom was definitely broken and wrapped around the base of his long shaft, which was tinged red. Chad couldn't see it as he was sitting in front of my blindfolded face. The man quickly took off the condom and held it in his hand as he exited the room. I moved to the bed and started jerking my raging hard boner. All I could think about was that man filling my ass and fucking me mercilessly. I started playing with the butt plug and shot my load. I was in heaven as it cascaded all over my chest and face. I lay there in ecstasy, covered in my own cum with that strangers cum deep inside me, held in place by the plug
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Bye, Bye, John I liked John because he was big, hairy, arrogant, and married. It’s also why I had no problem charging him up once I knew I was POZ. I don’t remember how we met. It was probably through an ad I placed on one of the computer mailing lists I’m on. Or maybe he read my computer profile, liked it and contacted me. I was going to the baths now and then and laying on my stomach so guys could come in and use my hole. This was before I met Jose who I finally let knock me up big time. In any case, I was surprised when John showed up. John’s about 6 feet, 200 and something, very hairy, solidly build. Half Hispanic and half Italian. John had the macho of one combined with the “do-me” attitude of the other. He claimed he’d only been with a couple guys and actually got the shakes the first time I blew him, so I knew he was telling the truth. I’m not usually into middle-class dudes, even the married ones, but something told me to bear with it and just wait a few weeks and see what was under that nicey nice suburban façade. Besides, his ass was all hairy and solid and it totally turns me on to blow a wad into a married butt hole. John was (note the continued past tense) one of those guys who thinks discrete means shutting off the porch light, then the living room lights once he gets here, turn the living room light on when he’s ready to leave, John exits, and then the porch light goes back on. Well, Mary, if that ain’t signaling to the neighbors that I’m entertaining again . . . All it took was a couple weeks of encouragement, of letting John know this was all about HIS pleasure, that I’m not a pussy and won’t break if he needs to get rough. Not only was it OK to drop in late night, but he should drop in late night if he needed to get off. I mean, he’s straight. He deserves it, right? Heh. It turned out that John wasn’t a hitter, though he did smack me a couple of times. And he wasn’t into verbal abuse, though he did call me a couple of names. John was basically a nice guy and wanted to get something very simple that he wasn’t getting at home―he wanted to feel appreciated. Which meant me down on my knees in the dark, licking caressing, stroking John’s body, telling him how great his body was: “I like your thighs.” “―Why?” “Cause they’re big, and hairy. They’re thick, sweaty, taste good.” “―What else do you like?” “Your balls.” “―What do you like about my balls?” “They’re big and warm. Sweaty. You’ve made babies.” “―What else do you like?” “You’re uncut. I really like that. You’re big (Lie Pinocchio.). You use it to fuck pussy.” (Married guys don’t like to be reminded of their wives. The kids are OK, and they totally get off on the illusion they’re pussyhounds out there getting it. But, they wouldn’t brag about having saved a load for three days for you if that part was true.) This probably all seems silly, but John was so sincere and so into being appreciated and, hey, it worked for the two of us and that’s what matters. This went on for a couple months. John would come by after he finished jogging, so he was damp and sweaty and that was one more thing I liked. And if he was an extra five minutes getting home and had a slightly heavier sweat, who’d notice? Then, one day I get a piece of email: “Want it? . . . No rubber? . . . Take the load?” And this is, like, totally, what I’ve been craving. Some hairy married Daddy to come over on a regular basis and flood me with his babies. I’d been jerking off thinking about John doing this for quite awhile. I got nervous, because if John’s with me, he’s probably with five other guys. You know what sluts married men are. Then, I realized, like, dude you’re getting it up the butt at the baths, what’s one more load? Only I wanted some of John’s hole. My tongue had been up there a few times and a finger, but I wanted the real thing. So I decide, do like the ad says, and go for it. I emailed back saying I wasn’t really into that and knew he wasn’t either, but since I liked him, I’d be willing to give it a try if he would. And John said yes, and that’s how I poisoned his arrogant clueless ass. But, that’s getting ahead of the story. He wanted to fuck me first, so I gave him enough to cause a major case of blue balls when I pulled off and said my turn. Even though I’d rimmed him a little and opened him up some with my finger you could tell it really hurt, which was cool with me, cause if the fuck doesn’t hurt, the Top’s not doing his job. I’m not into cherry-popping virgins, but it probably really was his first time. So I shot fast and then gave John my hole. It hurt and I wanted it to last forever cause I’m into getting pain from str8 dudes. So I kept telling John how great he was, which was like totally untrue with anyone else but me. I wanted him to hump me for a long time and made sure he took his time with long slow strokes before blasting off. We got into the habit of taking turns raw. It was like a new toy. John couldn’t get enough of my butt and taking the load up his. Cool, right? Except all this time, I’d been going to the baths here in San Diego once a month and taking a load or two. I’d met an inked ex-con there who started knocking on my door when he needed a piece. I was sticking my neg butt in the air and begging for el SIDA from that uncut Mexican cock. Typical male, I kept these in two separate compartments. I wondered how I was gonna tell John that we shouldn’t fuck anymore. Or that he should get tested. Then I realized, man, all those times I was on my knees begging John to let me lick his asshole, I wanted to see him cry, just once. Just break down, tears, blubber, totally lose it. Yuh, I had some guilt about John sharing our gift with wifey and the kids losing their Daddy. But, I got over it. So, fast forward, I got the fuck flu, felt totally mixed up (and can tell the rest of that story another time). But now I know John’s got whatever’s in me and I feel totally affectionate towards him. Evil, but affectionate. Only this doesn’t last very long, because one night John comes over and after we do out usual fuck-fuck routine, he puts on that “I have serious news” face and tells me his company is transferring him to the East Coast. And then I put on mine and say, “John, I’m POZ. I just found out I’m HIV positive.” John tells me I shouldn’t joke like that and I tell him I’m not joking and John says it’s not funny and I agree and say he should get tested. And that’s when it starts to hit. And his eyes start to water. In fencing they taught us where to stab the opponent so you can miss the vital organs and they bleed to death. So I assured him he’d probably be OK, and that there’s lots of new meds on the market that keep people alive longer. . . heh. And I’m being like totally sympathetic and then casually drop in that anyone else he’s been with should get tested as well. John collapses down onto the couch and starts crying his eyes out. I can tell he’s into shock, because what does he say? Not, my wife. Not, my kids. But, “my job”! The poor dude’s worried about missing a promotion. And this is what I’ve wanted to see for a long time: Big, hairy Daddy on the couch crying his eyes out because he got knocked up by a fag. Well, I apologized, we cried (I’m not heartless), and snuggled. We fucked a second time that night! A beautiful caring lay. John moved after that and I never saw him again. Can’t say I’m sorry though.
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It was Thanksgiving and I had four empty days in LA to spend. A bad break up (though kind of my fault because I cheated on him many many times) resulted in me looking for a new place, but nothing was going to happen over Thanksgiving anyway and my family is based in Europe and hence couldn’t care less about turkeys.. So I hired a car and drove out to sin city. I found a cheap deal at the Venetian and was amazed at how big the rooms were. My plan was to gamble a little, get hammered on booze and maybe have a fuck or two and suck some cocks. Hence grindr was running and I pretty much messaged everyone close by. It was not as exciting as LA but some good hunks where there. One profile (38, 6’1, dark hair, musk, 9”) caught my attention. He called himself the “recruiter”. He said, he arrived with a couple of buddies, was staying at the Palazzo and they were looking for a new recruit to the bareback brotherhood. I have heard of the bbbh but thought it was more like an online club. It sounded intriguing. So I replied that I was interested and was keen to find out what it would involve. He said, I would get converted and marked and it would be a life changing experience. It was impossible to leave the brotherhood, but that being part of the brotherhood would mean endless piggy sex. “Sounds hot. Would love to hear more. Interested in catching up for a beer?” I wrote back. We met ten minutes later in the sports bar. I was wearing Jeans, shirt and hoodie while he appeared in leather pants, boots and shirt. Fuck that was hot. He grinned. “Hey boy!” “Hey Daddy!” “So boy, if you are up for it, a couple of things, you will be our boy for tonight and then an active member of the bbbh. You will pledge to never use a condom again and will take every cock that is offered to you. Your contract will be a tattoo on your left shoulder so that every member can see that you have taken the pledge and can use your holes for his cock. Should you ever top another member, you just like all other members commit to dumping a load into the bottoms hole. A bbbh fuck is only over after you left your gift behind. Understood?” I was completely taken aback but also horny as hell. Fuck, that sounds hot, I thought. My dick took over the thinking and even though my brain kept shouting to leave now, I followed him back to his room. Deep inside of me, I felt that I needed this. That I belonged to the brotherhood... When we got to his room, I saw four other guys, all in leather sitting around, smoking, drinking and wanking. Most were wearing chaps and all in their mid 30s. Me, with my 25 years, 5’8 was truly the boy in the room. “My a present our new recruit Steve! Soon to be class of 2013!” They all got up and applauded. I noticed that all of them were inked. Some more than others, but all had a biohazard tattoo either on their left shoulder or their right chest with a year underneath it. The guy who picked me up, took off his shirt and I saw his said 1999 and was on the chest. I asked how it got it, and he just grinned and said, “not as easy as it will be for you.” They told me to strip off and inspected me. The two youngest (class of 2010 and 2013) took me to the bathroom where my body and head was completely shaven. I was shaking as I began to grasp the impact this Thanksgiving was going to have on my life. Class of 2013 smiled at me, kissed me and whispered “you will love it”. Class of 2010 asked, “are you more of a red or yellow bottom?” I was confused. So he put his cock in my mouth while Class of 2013 was fingering my hole. “Tight” Class of 2013 announced. Class of 2010 started pissing. I was shocked as I never tried before but tried to be a good bottom and do what you have to do if a cock puts liquid in your mouth and swallowed. I loved it. “Yellow!” Class of 2010 announced, disappeared and returned with a yellow nasty pig jock. They then took me back to the rest of the group and declared me ready for the introduction. To be continued....- 8 replies
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My boy and I were invited to my parents' house for Thanksgiving. They've always been strange around us together, and I thought why not give them one last chance. We flew to my parents' city a few days before Turkey Day to relax, and see some old friends. My mom and dad were both at work the day before Thanksgiving, so my boy and I fucked like animals all over the house, our room, in my parents' bed, the kitchen, and I even fucked him raw over the dining room table. We've been sharing our assholes with a few friends, POZ, and POZ-friendly, for a few months now, and haven't been tested, and we totally get off on the chance that we might POZ each other. Anyway, as I was shooting my questionable load up my boy's ever-loosening hole, he shot his load all over my mother's antique tablecloth. I was mopping up his spooge when he suggested we try to line up some more raw cock for each other to enjoy. I remembered an adult book store on the other side of town, where I used to give head when I was in my teens. I had a naughty idea, and fingered his possibly-POZ load into my hole with two fingers and told him about some raunchy times I had at this bookstore growing up. We ran back to our room, donned black jockstraps, got dressed, and jumped in the car. I thought it might be jumping at the bookstore, with all of the college kids home for the holidays, not to mention the Navy base nearby, but it was oddly quiet. No cars in the parking lot, only the booth attendant, who had been there forever. I wondered if he remembered shooting his load down my throat through a glory hole when I was in High School. I did. With our holes lubed with each other's cum, we went into neighboring booths and sucked each other through the hole. After a while someone finally entered the booth on the other side of my boy. Some guy stuck his cut wang through the gloryhole. My boy went to town on it, deepthroating this massive cock in one thrust. He was making gagging noises for the other guy's benefit, and with the way he was thrusting, he seemed to enjoy it, grunting and panting. I wanted a closer look, so I opened my door, and headed into the booth with my boy. The john in the next booth shot a big wet load all over my boy's face and he swallowed as much of it as he could catch, wiping the rest off with his hand and fingering the rest of it into his gooey hole. Then, the guy lowered his face to the hole, so we could see his mustache and mouth. He whispered, “Feed me your cock. I haven't sucked dick in forever!” My boy, with his hard dripping tool, stood up and shoved as hard as he could into his new friend's mouth. This guy must have been a total amateur, and had trouble swallowing more than just my boy's head. My boy can be patient, but not when he wants to get off. He said, “Dude, this isn't working for me. Give me your hole.” There were a few moments of silence, then the guy shuffled around for a second, thrust a wrapped condom through the hole, and backed up his sweaty hairy ass. My boy chuckled, and made a noisy show of unwrapping the rubber and rolling into onto his dick. I was so horny. I'd never seen my boy top in all of the years we'd been together. I'd seen him take dozens of cocks in his hungry hole, but never top. He was grinning ear to ear, and must have been really close to getting off, if he was willing to wrap up for it. In fact, it would be the first time in months that either one of us had used a condom. I looked at him and whispered, “What the fuck are you doing?” He just winked back at me. He spit on the his wrapped cock a few times, and shoved his dick balls-deep into his new friend in one fell swoop. The guy must have not been ready to take dick as much as he was squirming, and grunting on the other side of the wall. There was also a bit of shit stuck to the condom as he pulled out. He thrust back and forth a few times, and whispered, “Dude, I can't keep it up with this fucking rubber. I'm taking it off, but I'll pull out before I cum.” Another wink. He ripped off the condom, and wiped some of the cum out of his hole onto his raw, possibly POZ dick, and shoved back in all the way. Once they got a good rhythm going, this slutty bottom started in on the dirty talk. “Oh yeah! Gimme your raw cock. Fill me up with your spunk! Give me your babies!!!” That got me harder than a rock, so I lined up with my boy's cummy drippy hole, and slid right in when he pulled back from his new friend's raw hole. We barely missed a beat, and I let my boy do all the work, bouncing off my dick as he fucked this stranger through the hole. He whispered, “Dude, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?” “Deep in my cunt!,” we heard a raspy voice reply. “Here is cums! Take my load!!!” He thrust forward four or five times and shot his load deep in this stranger's guts, letting it seep in. I came immediately, and filled my boy's hole again, well lubed with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and this stranger's cum. My boy shuddered as his new friend went to work cleaning the cum and shit off of my boy's sloppy cock. I was so proud of him for topping, and so proud of him for being so sneaky to get his load in this guy. A few seconds later, the guy on the other side of the wall shoved a folded piece of paper with a number on it, with a note saying, “Call me. Next time we can fuck face to face.” Then the phone number. We heard the guy zip up and his booth open. I peeked out as he was leaving, and saw a man about my height, walking away quickly. The next morning, after breakfast on Thanksgiving Day, sitting next to me on the sofa, as we watched the goddamn parade with my parents, my boy wrote a text message to this guy's number saying, “My hole is hungry. Can you get away from your family?” He showed me his phone, winked in that filthy way of his, and clicked send. Imagine my shock when a few seconds later my Dad's work Blackberry went off. Had he not looked so flustered, then quickly left the of the room, I wouldn't have suspected a thing. A minute or so later my boy's phone vibrated with a response. “I NEED your cum. My gay son is here with his boyfriend. Should I try to arrange a four way?” My boy turned tomato red and handed me his phone. My Dad came back in the room as a I typed a response and clicked send. It read. “Dad, it will be a three-way. And you may get POZZED. Again.”
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Had a neg boy over, he has been hitting me up on BBRT for a while, and to be honest, i figured he wasnt for real, but he came over, and damn!! Total sexy jock boy with a bubbled round ass, he got in my room, we undressed and i ate him out. "Oh daddy, that feels so good. Oh daddy, thanks for eating my boypussy, oh daddy I need your dick" I lubed up, and fucked him doggy style, before putting him his back. "Dad, please dont tell Mom, she wont understand, but I need your pos dick and cum in my pussy daddy, I need you to infect me, do you want to poz me daddy" I nodded as i fucked his tight hole, then I put him across the table, and fucked his round ass until he came. Then he jerked off all over his defined torso.
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I'm wondering if anyone knows the odds of a medicated and undetectable HIV+ man converting a HIV- boy. Anyone have experiences in that situation? I know that a Swiss panel (a couple of years ago) claimed that an undetectable HIV+ person is at no risk of transmitting the virus but that statement has been widely debated. Thoughts? Experiences? -
So I have a guy who has asked me to go off my meds to convert him.... im TORN the scene sounds very hot and piggy, But i don't want to risk my health, any body had this happen? Part of me says fuck it i will take a drug holiday. The other part is say u only have one body dont fuck it up.
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My first story, please let me know if it's too long/short, good/bad, etc and I'll adjust! [/i]I always secretly been a chaser. Being fucked raw and feeling another man nut inside me - I know that’s what I’m here for. To be a sperm bank, taking donations from any and all. Cringing when I hear the words "Push it out.” But I’ve always been a pussy of a chaser, browsing bbrts, squirt, and craigslist in secret, never following through and meeting up. I'm still a neg bottom and this story is one of my fantasies but I wish it were true.[/i] The weekend was finally here and my boyfriend was out of town for work. I jumped on all the normal sites and begin to browse. I unlocked and traded pics with some guys, talked about how much I’d love to take their bug-filled loads, nutted, and signed off. As it was the weekend, and as I was 27 and bearish, I decided to head out to a bar that I had never visited, but about which I had heard a lot, The Iron Bear. As soon as I walked in I recognized a few faces from the sites, and I could tell a few recognized me. I decided to only have a beer or two and then head back home. As I was about to leave a tall, skinny black guy (later found his name to be Robert) came over and offered to buy me a drink. Not used to the attention, I accepted and four drinks later we were in a cab heading back to his place. I leaned over to make out and realized he was on his phone, looking at bbrts. A little offended, I sat back in my seat, but decided to see where the experience would go. After hanging out at Robert’s for a bit and having a few more beers I decided it was time to head home. Instead of letting me leave, Robert whipped out his gorgeous black cock. Having had a few drinks and being the cock whore at heart that I am, I dropped to service him without even thinking twice about it. I could feel his cock grow thicker and longer as I tried to go as far down as I could. He told me to strip and grabbed me by my cock to lead me to the bedroom. I laid down on the bed expecting him to join me, but instead he pulled me to the end of the bed until my head was hanging off. He feed me his cock, shoving it down my throat. I couldn’t get much down and was having a hard time breathing. I felt him squeeze my nose shut. “Relax.” Eager to please I managed to finally deep throat him and he never let up, fucking my mouth and telling me what a good slut I was. Through my watering eyes I saw Robert on his phone again, texting, but instead of making me mad, it made me hornier, knowing that this guy didn’t view me as anything important, just a toy to play with then discard. Robert pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to lay on the bed on my back. Robert laid down on top of me and slowly began to caress my body. He grabbed my arms and moved them above my head, and then I felt the cold metal slap my wrist as I was handcuffed to the headboard. I began to thrash and scream, being tied up took away all my control and scared the fuck out of me. Robert chuckled a little, “we’re going to have some fun tonight little faggot boy.” I heard the doorbell ring, and Robert left to go answer the door. He returned with 2 other guys, an older fat guy and a muscular Mexican. I started screaming at them. “no, you can’t do this, leave me alone”. The white guy walked over to me, leaned into my ear and whispered, “oh, yes, we can.” “Let me go first before you guys destroy his hole,” the white guy said. He didn’t even bother taking his pants off, just unzipped and pulled his 6” skinny dick out. He spit on his cock once and shoved it in. As I screamed out in pain, the three guys shared a laugh, “Tear that hole up,” I heard a new voice say. The bears dick was sliding in and out easier now, but still tearing at my dry hole. He was breathing harder and harder and pounding my ass with all he had. Finally I felt him unload inside me. As soon as he pulled out Robert slid an ass plug in my ass. “We wouldn’t want any to leak now would we.” The new guy was another black guy, a little shorter than Robert, but built like the rock. “That’s Luke and Frank,” Robert told me pointing to the new black guy and the mexican. “Two more of your gracious donors this evening.” As Frank pulled off his shirt, I saw his sexy latin body was covered in tattoo’s. “Oh my god, no please no no no,” I screamed as I saw his biohazard tattoo. “That’s right bitch,” Frank said. “We know who you are, standing people up, talking dirty, offering up your ass and never making good. Now it’s our turn to take what was offered. When we’re done with you, you’re going to have so much of our lethal jizz leaking out of your ass, you’re going to be our special little cumwhore.” Frank dropped his pants to reveal a fully erect 9” thick uncut cock. “No need for spit right, you got that load in your ass already.” He pulled the butt plug out and rammed his dick in. He pulled it all the way out and rammed it in again. Over and over, all the way out and slamming it back in. I was screaming in pain as he tore my hole. The others guys were all offering encouragement, egging him on, laughing and joking every time I begged him to stop. After fifteen minutes of out and in my hole was sore and aching. Frank told me to clean his dick off and climbed on top of me to shove his dick in my mouth. I could see the pink foam on his dick, blood mixed with my inner wall lining that he was tearing off. I could taste the iron tang from my blood and, as he started throat fucking me I felt someone left my legs up I tried screaming in pain as someone’s dick slid into my aching ass but it was muffled by Frank’s cock. The top didn’t last very long and quickly dropped his load in my ass. As soon as his dick was out I felt the butt plug go back in. Frank climbed off me and I saw Robert and Luke making out with each other. Now that Luke was naked I could see that it clearly hadn’t been him that had just dropped a load in me, his dick was at least as long as Robert’s and just as thick. As I looked for the source of my latest load, I realized he must have popped in dumped his load and left. The three guys walked out of the room and left me there. After at least 30 minutes I heard them heading back towards the room, with what sounded like someone else. Frank, Robert and Luke walked in with what looked someone who was old enough to be my father. “Faggot this is Mark, he’s going to unload his virus in your ass, and when he’s done you’re going to thank him for it.” Mark looked like you could thump him and break a rib, he was so thin and pale. He dropped his pants to reveal a beautiful, 8 ½” cock. Robert pulled his butt plug out and Mark was quickly there to take its’ place. For someone who looked so frail Mark could fuck like a demon. He liked to bury his cock as deep in my ass as he could and smiled every time I winced. He leaned in to kiss me and when I wouldn’t kiss back he just spit in my mouth and laughed. “You’ll learn boy, you won’t ever lead someone on again, we’ll make sure you take cock every chance you get, willingly or not.” As he came in my ass with one final deep thrust I knew he was right. I had to accept being a cum dump and if I resisted they would just do this again and again. I could feel Mark’s cock still unloading inside me and knew that he had had a several day load. He grabbed the butt plug and stuck it in as they had done every other time, keeping all three loads inside. He began to grab for a towel and I heard myself say, “No, let me clean it.” A smile crept over their faces and Mark shoved his dirty dick in my mouth for me to clean. The guys offered to escort Mark out and left the room. The door cracked open and Robert’s head popped back into the room, “Don’t worry, we’ll be gone for a bit, but we won’t forget about you faggot boy.” Part 2 coming soon.
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Deviant Author’s Note: The details in this story were suggested by my buddy Psycho Mike, and fill me with disgust. MY Kinks can be summed up best in GUT RUSH 1 and 3. GUT RUSH 2: Demon Seed Little Tweeker Timmy looked so damn yummy tied up, spread eagle in that sling. His second hand chaps framed his smooth little butt, and his swollen red innards spilled out of his asshole, unable to retract after an hour or so of constant sucking and flooding. I knew I would need to use my fingers to push it back in before the guests arrived, but first I grabbed the greasy doorknob and opened the plywood door , exposing my bound begging boy’s hole to the passersby at the Z. Reaching past his shriveled and friction burned pizzle, I wrapped my raw hand around the slimy mass, blossoming out his anus and began to massage it back inside. “How ya doin’, son ? Ready to get fucked?” He nodded. “Ready for a bump?” I whispered. “Please daddy….” “Is it in your locker?” He looked scared for a second like he was worried I’d steal his stash. “You remember you’re the little fuck who got daddy fucked up? All I’m flying on is those second hand chemicals you pissed up in your poppa’s guts. I ain’t untying ya, so if you want a treat, you’ll have to tell daddy were to get it.” Poor little Tweeker didn’t know what to do. “Tell ya what, boy. I’m gonna need to see ten deposits of cock juice, before I give you that bump. Whenever you want to tell me where it is, I’ll be sure you’ll get it by load ten. Okay?” He nodded. “Now start tightening up for the nice gentlemen. I know a mean sperm donor who usually has that smelly dark room at the end of the hall” Again, Timmy’s eyes opened wide. He knew who I talking about. “So I’m going to need to gag you now, so you won’t cry for help and run away, or say “No” to any scabby, disease ridden pencil dick who wants to goop your guts. If you want your allowance, you’re going to have to serve all man kind.” Again the kid nodded. After going down the dimly lit hallway for less than 3 minutes, I returned to find a fully clothed guy of about 35, pounding away on Tweeker Timmy’s ass. The kid looked like he was in a lot of pain, so I looked down to see what was going on at the point of entry. The sick fucker was wearing a rubber. Obviously the synthetic latex and harsh spermicides burned the hell out of my poor boy’s asswalls. “Hey Sport, let me lube that up for you,” I offered. I dropped to my knees besides the kid’s cunt, and the dude in corduroy pants pulled out of the kid. He wore a Magnum, and the golden cock baggy was stuffed full. I took the rubber monster and started sucking the best I could. Thank God it was covered in a little ass juice, because the plastic and chemicals tasted like a dildo straight from the packaging. Unnatural. Nursing in the monster head, I very carefully chewed a small hole in the reservoir tip, before telling the guy to plug the kid good. A minute later Mr. Corduroy started blissing out. “God your ass feels so good. So fucking hot…. so fucking wet. Man, I’ve never felt such a sweet hole.” His breathing started getting heavier as his humping grew faster. “That’s it,” I coached him, “Pound it in there. …Keep pushing…. Don’t pull out. Give it to him.” He roared as Timmy’s body quaked from a very obvious and intense anal orgasm. “Squeeze it tight, Son,”I whispered to the boy, “don’t let go of the nice man’s dick.” “Jesus Fucking Christ!” Mister Corduroy said looking down at the nine and a half inches he pulled out. All that was left of the condom was the latex ring, bound around the cock’s base. I bent down to clean him off, but he jumped back. “That’s fucking disgusting”, he said, trying to stuff the slimy monster back in his pants. “Shit, shit, shit,” he kept repeating as he ran for the door, no doubt heading to someplace where he could scrub the remains of real sex from his poor delicate skin. “You better now, son?” He nodded and seemed to smile around the balled up jock strap stuffed in his mouth. “You guys sure scared the hell out of Nancy Boy, there.” My buddy said stepping into the room. “What can I say… for some reason, the condom broke.” Psycho Mike smiled. The only thing sicker than my tutor “Master Mike” were the demented bastards that sought out his services. To the best of my knowledge Mike was negative, but it was his life’s ambition to see every male in America, young or old, straight or gay, swimming with viral loaded spunk. As a rule, he only lent his service to the beautiful or the innocent because he thought they made the best carriers. He wasn’t an attractive man himself- heavy, middle aged, pale, but that didn’t stop hundreds of stunning young men from approaching him with their death wishes. Looking at the kid, bound and gagged in the sling, he gave a wolf whistled and pulled out his cell phone. “Hey Pooh, you stupid fucking Maggot” he said into the phone, “I wanted to let you know I found that thing you two were looking for….. uh huh… about 19, smooth, blond, tied up in a sling here choking on a jock. What ? I’ll ask. With that he turned to me asking "Is it fucked up ? Is it tweeking?” I nodded. “Perfect… Get you fat asses down here right now. I don’t know how long he’ll stay put" and with that he hung up the phone. “Timmy needs to get another ten loads before I give him his allowance. Do you mind baby sitting him for a few minutes while I run down and extend my stay? Also, he needs to drink some fluids I’m worried he’s dehydrating. I got a six pack there, if you want to share it with him." “I’d be glad to, son. Let me go get some of my tools.” “Hey dad…. do you have any of your special gummy treats with you tonight?” “A couple. Why? Are you hungry?” “I thought I’d share them with your little grandson here.” This made Mike smile one of his sickest smiles. Timmy didn’t have time to protest, because as Mike walked out, Creep Old Guy #1 wandered in. “Can I fuck the kid?” “He has a latex allergy” I warned. “That’s okay, so do I.” Dropping his towel, he stuffed his stubby little prick into the little blonds bowels and began to hump. The bars must have been closing, because the bathhouse was filling up quickly. In no time at all a line began to form. Creep Old Guy #1 grunted and creamed the kid’s innards, and was quickly replaced by Underage Tourist. Removing the key ring from the kid’s wrist, I whispered, “Just tell me when. Only eight more deposits to go." Mr. Sweet and Uncut, joined the line followed by Big Black Bill- not too pretty, but an amazing anatomical anomaly. More guys gathered to stroke off, pinch the boy’s tits, and watch the show. When I saw Psycho Mike in the crowd with his portable rim seat and other devices, I pulled a thick, permanent black marker from my bag, and wrote the word ‘TOILET’ on the kids hairless chest, with an arrow pointing up to his face. I explained to the crowd about the kid’s latex allergy, and mentioned that he was dying of thirst. Anyone who wasn’t pee shy, I told the studio audience, should just remove the stopper from his little urinal face, and then plug his bitch hole when they wanted to flush. Mike said he’d need the room to himself once his buddies showed up, but by that time, Creepy Old Fat Guy #2 was shouting and adding load number six to the boy’s bowels. Stinky Homeless Guy cleared the room with the smell from his priape alone, giving Mike more room to set up. I explained to the crazy old derelict that my son would need to clean under his foreskin before I could allow him to plug the boy’s butt, but he just smiled a toothless smile, as I pulled the piss soaked athletic supported from my ‘son’s’ hungry gullet. He wanted to protest, but the old guy was too quick for him and had stuffed the smelly cheese log down into the kid’s throat, before he could say, “No.” “Do you want daddy to go get your treat?” Desperately, Timmy shook his cock stuffed face in agreement. As I understood it, a foreskin that couldn’t retract could be a terribly painfully thing, but Stinky Homeless Guy seemed perfectly happy as I helped him guide his fetid hooded meat into the kid’s juiced up fuck canal. Tear’s formed in Timmy’s eyes, but still he sucked. “Get your tongue in up in that tight skin,” I instructed, trying not to wretch from the stink emanating for the old guys foul clothes and unwashed body. “Excuse me sir, but I think you need to pollute my boy’s little cunt now,” I said, replacing the stinking jock, and gently helping the man with his underwear around his ankle waddle round to the boy’s waiting sperm bank. Standing in the doorway, Master Mike’s two guest watched with a bazaar combination of fascination and disgust as the crazy old guy rambled on about the satellites and the gooks, and his mother, the whore. It didn’t make sense, but it didn’t matter to the filthy vagrant. Soon he was crying for his mommy, over and over again, as he blew wad after wad of thick backed up nut slime into my boy’s spasming insides. He didn’t bother to tuck is cock back into he rancid boxers as he wandered out the door, just as I didn’t bother to offer cleaning under his foreskin. In matching chaps and harnesses, the Leather Bears were dressed alike, and shaved a like and might have even been twin brothers if it weren’t for the different tattoos and cocks. Leather Bear 1 was born with a 6 inch fire plug, sticky out from above his hairy bloated tennis balls. Leather Bear 2 might have been a pumper if it weren’t for the upward trajectory of his long and swollen ram-rod. They shut the door behind them. Fire Plug Prick said to me, “You’re sure you don’t mind us doing this to your boy, Mister?” “Mind? It his Birthday. He’s been begging me for this since he was 10.” I assured them. “So did I lie, Maggot Brains ?”, Mike asked the bears, “Isn’t this what I promised you?” “He’s fucking perfect. Can we pay you when were done? No pockets.” “Show me what I taught you, and then we’ll worry about money.” “Hey there, son” Bear 1 said to Timmy, “I’m Paddington and this is Pooh, and we’re going to have to move you to the matt. Is it okay if we untie you…. For now?” Timmy dutifully nodded, the poor stupid little fuck. The bears removed the arm and ankle restraints, and lifted the kid out of the sweat wet rig, like he was a pillow, but before he could stretch his arms and legs, they dropped him on the ground and fell on top of him. He tried to struggle but each one of them weighed three times his weight, so not surprisingly soon, his arms were tied across his chest,rope tied around each ankle had been looped behind his neck, force his legs apart, exposing his pouting pucker and shredded baby junk. “Listen here, Fuck Hole - we’ve only got one question for you, and all you need to say is “Please, please No sir,’ and we’ll walk away right now. You understand?” The gagged punk nodded. Placing his hand over the kid jock filled mouth, he almost plugged the boys nose, as he bent down and began to growl. “Me and my buddy here have a very special strain of very evil, very toxic poison brewing in our nuts. We want to impregnate you with our demon seed. We want to pump you so full of our little death babies that you’ll be sneezing lethal snot for the rest of you very short junkie life. What do you say? Do you want to die tonight? Do you want us to club the life our of you with our hairy death-sticks? IF you wake up…. do you want to wake up as a carrier of our Hyper Viral death seed, spreading our filth to every dude or chick who touches your little dick for the rest of you very, very short, very stupid junkie life ? …… OR do you just want us to castrate you and leave?” Despite the disco droning outside, the room was silent. The boy looked me with wide eyes and very black pupils. “Do you want your allowance, young man?“ I asked. And then he responded, nodding in assent. As Bear 1 removed his hand from the kid's face, leaving a very clear and very red hand print on the tweeker’s pale cheek. He also pulled the balled-up sewer plug from the kid's mouth. “Please,” Tweeker Timmy whispered, before Bear 1 brutally stuffed the pissy supporter back into the boy’s mouth. “See!” Bear 2 roared. “He said PLEASE! Let’s do it now. I haven’t shot anything in three days. Come on - let’s tear-up his insides!” Master Mike had paused in setting up the rim seat to listen to the exchange. The six pack of beer sat on the table, and he had hung three large transparent enema bags on the wall. “It sounded to me like he said , ‘Please castrate me.’” All eyes turned to me to decide which “Please” the fucked-up kid meant. “If he’s going to play this game, I’ve gotta hear him say it all.” This whole scene was suddenly way too strange for me, and I needed to extend my time in the room. What ever happened, the boy both earned and would need his treats. “Let’s hear it…” Mike added. Removing fist and jock, Bear 1 pushed his stubbly face against that of the frightened, wet kid and snarled, “Well? What “please” was it?” Timmy took a deep breath and wiggled his tongue and sore jaw. “Please… Please Uncle Padington, please poison my hungry cunt. Kill it. Fill me with your bad seed. Please Uncle Pooh please ram and damage my insides with your lethal cock sause.” And finally to me, “Pleeeeeeese Daddy, say I can have their sick semen?” He wasn't quite finished, however, because he babbled on saying “Please drag me to hell, Uncle Pooh. Let me rot with every fucker who ever filled me. Burn my guts. Let me burn for you Uncle Padington. I promise to pass it along to every pussy I plug. Please poison me, sirs. I need your toxic seed.” I had to step out. This scene was way over the top for me. As I was leaving the room, Psycho Mike handed me a thick, half filled lamb skin condom, knotted at the top, and winked as I stepped pass, “Grandpa’s special breed. I’ll save the other one I’ve got until you come back, son.” The Tweeker Timmy’s Tasty Tale concludes in GUT RUSH 3- Used Condom Surprise
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*** work of Total Fiction *** I knew I was gay from a young age, and was eager to act on the urges I felt. In my early days I got older men from chatrooms to pick me up and take me out for nights of underage drinking and underage sex. When I turned 18 I started going to the bath houses in the city. Being so young and cute I never left those places without giving one or two loads and taking at least twice that in my twinki hole. This went on for years until when I was 24 when I found out I had contracted herps. I had obviously picked them up from some dirty raw hole I had encountered along the way. The first break out itched like hell and scared the bejesus out of me. I ran to the clinic and got the whole gambit of tests run. Other than the herpes, all checked out fine- a wonder given all the anon cum I'd taken. Over the next few years I managed the outbreaks well- I haven't been able to pay for meds and since I don't get outbreaks too often it really hasn't affected my life. During those times that I do break out I usually refrain from fucking guys up the ass, but once in awhile I say 'fuck it' and go cruise the baths again. It's only happened twice before that I decided to shoot my dna in a guy while I'm broken out- both times I had decided to do so since they were young sluts that deserved to take poxy cum in their holes for not being safe. Today, I'm 30 years old, 5'10 165lbs, and I woke up with that familiar itch again. It wasn't too bad, only a couple of blisters, but one of them was pretty angry looking. I decided to check out CL to see who was looking. I was shocked to see the first post to be from a fresh 18 year old twink looking to take raw loads in his hole. My cock throbbed and itched violently at the thought of driving into the pink pucker in the pics the boi had posted. I emailed him and and we quickly arranged for him to come to my place later that night. Throughout the day I tried my hardest to keep from scratching while I thought about slipping into that warm wet boi cunt. I got home and showered and again inspected the soars on my cock. Another blister had risen and the angry one had started to weep. I began to second think fucking this kid, afraid of giving him an unwanted std. I texted him and asked if he was worried about catching something from taking anon cum in his ass. He quickly wrote back saying it was a thrill taking loads, a thrill that outweighed any risk. I decided then that this kid wasn't going to leave until he was carrying my gift with him- with this in mind and scratched at the weeping soar and the others to further anger them... I was going to make sure it took. He knocked at 7:00 P.M., just like we had planned He was beautiful: 18 years old, 5'8" 150 pounds and cute as a button. He was already pulling at my belt and taking his shirt off before I managed to close the door to my almost-pitch-black house. In no time we were both naked, and he was lubing my cock with the back of the throat, moaning as pre-cum started to flow freely. In a flash he was lowering his tight hole down on me. The blister stung like crazy as his raw flesh began to rub up and down on my shaft. "You want this load in ya boi? You want my seed?" This kind of talk drove him wild online and on my cock just the same. He started to ride my dick for all he was worth, panting, moaning, and gasping as he fucked himself hard on my poxed tool. The thought of this kid riding so roughly on my infected cock made me even hornier. Before too long I felt my load boiling up from my balls, and announced its release with relish as it gushed into the kid's hole. Like it was on que, he then busted his nut all over my chest and stomach. He rose off me slowly while scooping up his load from my chest and began to rub it all over my burning member- which stayed hard knowing I was going to have another turn to deliver my pox into his fresh hole. I was right. "Ready for round two?" he asked as he lowered myself onto my cock again, pushed his load up in with mine. After he rode me for a little while I flipped him over so I could slide in doggy-style and give him a right pounding like the little slut deserved. After pumping my second load in him I started to pull out and realized he had started to bleed. When I told him this he turned a little green and looked at me sadly, saying "You should go get tested, I have HIV and am not on meds." I didn't go the clinic on the spot, but when some six weeks later I came down with a nasty flu, I went to the local health clinic, knowing what was to come. Sure enough, I was poz. I still can't afford meds, so I don't let it bother me too much. I still get that itch for young, raw ass every now and again. I should feel guilty, but I don't. If I'm asked about status, I tell the truth- but in this college town full of drunk, horny young men, no one ever does.
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I was hitting the gym to keep in shape since spending most of my time at a desk wasn't much in the way of exercise. I looked good, especially being in my thirties. I was a good six-two and a half and about 190 with what little fat I had being in the right places. My light blue eyes with gold rimmed glasses and dark hair added to my appeal, but what was most appealing was my nearly 8" of meat. I was scoring good. Being single after dumping a crappy marriage gave me the opportunities most guys at the gym and and where I worked seldom had, my dick being popular. But then things changed in about '82. Many were getting afraid to cheat on their wives or lovers because of the AIDS spreading all over. I noticed it myself in the form of less available pieces of ass willing to spread their buns and lips for me. It turned out that I got pozzed by some bisexual who had patronized street-corner prostitutes. I was fucking him up his ass once a week as well as getting sucked off by him. He had mentioned having a bad flu which explained his absence from the gym for about a month. Not only that but the little fairy office boy where I worked had also had a similar sickness. I was shagging the fairy's ass and mouth on breaks and didn't think much about his affliction when I resumed fucking him after his return to work. I had that flu after a couple of times fucking the guy at the gym. I thought it was just something going around but then I had another bout, not as bad, but I went to my doctor who ran a test. He called me with the grim news. That asshole or the poof at work had given me his HIV via my dick unless it was one of the other 'holes I fucked. The HIV-fighting drugs that were being used were crude, full of side effects and expensive just as they are now nearly a quarter of a century later. I was nevertheless fortunate my medical plan covered them, as they had broken free of the experimental stage. Many men werent as lucky as me in that regard. One of those was a guy I met while sulking on a park bench by the bus stop waiting for the express bus home. He was in his twenties and looked like most guys his age just as I looked like many guys my age. He cruised me and we seemed to hit it off. Of course I was on my guard as always when meeting new conquests, especially with this time because I recognized him as a pick-pocket someone had pointed out the year before. We shot the shit for awhile until my bus came and we said we'd see each other the next afternoon. He was there the next afternoon and after a few minutes he began talking about sex. I was wondering if he was or not gay or bi but after another few minutes he talked about blowjobs. "I always liked getting sucked off" I said. He then asked me if I ever let a man suck my cock. I asked him the same. He said he liked it but liked being on the other end even better and that he swallowed. "You fuck ass?" he then asked. "Sure do. Love a nice tight hole around my love-muscle." I replied. He then asked me how big my dick was and almost jumped for joy when I told him. "I'd love to swing on your love muscle!" he gushed. He gave his name as 'Robin', as in Batman's prag as he put it. I told him mine. "Pleased to meet you Terry." he replied as we shook hands. We ended up making a date. He said we needed to use rubbers since he wanted to stay negative. I had used rubbers a few times before, mostly when fucking women before I discovered the superiority of gay sex. Before my first gay sex I had always fantasized proving my manliness by fucking another man, proving I'm more a man than the one I fucked. My first piece of a man was right after getting married when a guy cruised me in a rest stop mensroom. Cumming in him was better than any orgasm I'd had in a broad. After my divorce I was free to prove myself more often. I went to the drug store and bought some condoms. One of the women I'd fucked said a certain brand seemed rougher in her twat and asked me not to use that brand again because it wore out her vagina. I bought that brand. I went to Robin's place from the park and ride lot. He welcomed me with open arms, hugging me as soon as the door was closed behind us and then he got us a couple of beers from his fridge. Two minutes later we were swilling beer and then stripping. His lithe body which was a decade younger than mine looked great. I thought of how he'd look a few years later after my poisoned spunk infected and ravaged him. My dick seemed to jump at the thought. I let him suck my cock which felt good. His mouth was a good cunt so I let him suck me to orgasm and swallow my cum. He then asked me if I liked getting rimmed. I told him I did. He got out his rimchair. Soon I was on the seat of honor reading a dirty magazine while his tongue and mouth worked wonders on and in my hole. It was easy to tell he was enjoying rimming me as much as I enjoyed getting rimmed. He kissed, sucked, licked and orally caressed my ass. He hummed in delight while also caressing my thighs and reaching up to feel my hardening dick. Over half an hour later I was ready to give him my second load, but this one was going to go up his ass. I had him suck on my dick before he lay on his stomach on his bed. He watched me open my condom and put it on my dick. I then had him suck my sheathed dick which felt unique. What he didn't see was the petroleum jelly I used for lube, knowing how it degrades the latex. I then mounted him, lined up my shot and shoved it up his ass. He winced and whined but I was able to hilt myself in a couple of thrusts which seemed to tear his insides a little. I liked the snug feeling of his love-tunnel around my dick, how good it felt for me as his hole seemed to contract and twitch a little around it. I also thought of how great I'd feel when I gave him the gift. I let him get used to it for a few moments before I began fucking him. I took it a bit slow at first in order to let the grease begin its job of weakening the condom as well as give myself more time to abrade his rectum. He was in pain but my dick felt really good. He said my dick was the biggest yet he'd taken but he liked a big studly man using his hole. After a while I began twisting my hips a little as I fucked him in order to tear his rectum and sphincters a little more. I gradually increased my tempo as he got used to it. I knew he was feeling a little pain and wanted to keep the pain level up which I accomplished with increasingly harsher thrusts. I fucked him faster and harder, waiting for the condom to fail. It took a while. Being cut my dick wasnt as sensitive as an intact dick so it did its job as I wore his hole out. He seemed to feel more discomfort as the fuck wore on. My dick was rock hard, turned on by its forthcoming mission. I fucked him harder and faster with occassional snaps of my hips to slam it home as well as varying my stroke and tempo to keep him off balance to prevent him from getting used to a rythym which would make it easier for him to take the fucking. I finally felt the condom give way and began pounding him, holding him in position as he began to struggle and whine at me to take it easy. "Fuck you!" I growled, punctuating each word with a snap of my hips which brought tears to his eyes and joy to my meat as I pounded his ass good. My dick was feeling really good as I ramped up my tempo and stroke. My cum was boiling up in my groin as I dug my nails into his upper arms to help keep him under me. I raised up my upper torso, my arms straight while holding his, and pumped faster, piston-thrusting in him, feeling my excitement build as I anticipated pozzing him. I reached my pre-climax and jack-hammered him into the bed, then I rammed a couple of more full-stroke thrusts in him, stiffened and hilted myself as my dick exploded in that utmost excellent feeling of male orgasm as my love-gun shot half a dozen rapid-fire spurts of my deadly HIV-laden cum up his ass. I thrust again, slamming it home numerous times to further abrade his rectum and pump more 'gift' into him. My great feeling orgasm enveloped me as I filled him with my toxic love-poison and changed him forever. I corkscrewed my hips a few times as he cried and begged me to pull out. I remained on and in him enjoying a fantastic-feeling afterfuck enhanced by my knowlege that I did the equivelant of shooting him. I wasn't about to withdraw right after cumming. I'd be damned if I'd be rudely insulted by an asshole running to the john to shit out my cum like some assholes have done in the past. I wanted my cum to remain in him so my gift had a better chance to enter his system, so I lay on his back feeling his tenseness under me. A friend of mine had compared pozzing someone to the thrill when he shot his first V.C. soldier in Viet Nam. The difference was that Robin the asshole I fucked would die a slow miserable death thanks to me (or whomever else would have pozzed him had I not scored him) unlike the enemy soldier who died a quick miserable death in minutes while my friend's dick hardened in his pants. I flexed my still half hard dick in him as he sobbed under me. I slackened my grip on his upper arms and raised up my upper torso again to thrust some more. I thought of how my death-carrying sperms were swimming around in his sore hole, my penis forcing them into the walls of his rectum, my deadly virus penetrating his worn tunnel into his bloodstream to breed and multiply like an overpopulated city to spread through his system and eat him alive from inside. I finally pulled my spent dick out of his ass. It had blood on it so I knew my mission was accomplished. I grinned as he got up. "Suck this clean." I told him as he got up. He looked like he had lost half his brains and I had to repeat myself and reach for his head. He tried to pull back but I grabbed his ear and pulled his head to my crotch as he cursed. "Fuckin' bitch suck your damn shit off my dick!" I ordered him as I grabbed his other ear. I pulled him to position, warning him not to bite it. I rocked my thumbtips to push my thumbnails into the skin of his ears which forced him to open his mouth and accept my dick and his obligation to clean up after himself. He did a good job of sucking my dick clean and making it feel good the way he had when he first sucked me off. I felt like a conquerer as I further subjugated him. "Suck hard while I pull it out of your mouth. Remember to keep yer teeth off it." I ordered him. He obeyed and I pulled back until my dick left his lips with a kissing sound. I released him and began getting dressed. Even though I had given him a break by not making him drink my warm beer on tap he didn't seem to like having been fucked and used and asked me where my condom was. "I don't know, it might be up your ass." I said, not caring. He could shit it out later. I left him sitting on his bed. We had each done our part, him pleasing my dick with a nice tight hole and me pozzing him while enjoying fucking him. Robin was at the park after a couple of days. He said something about having to get his ass sewn up and admitted that I'd thrown such a good fuck into him that he had cum on his bed from getting fucked by me. He didn't invite me for an encore but knowing how well I fucked him I didnt think I needed one although it would have been nice to use him for a cum-dump the way I was using that hole at the gym and the fairy at work. He continued to cruise that park, mostly as a bottom, sucking cocks while his ass healed up, but also fucking or getting sucked off by less masculine guys. A few weeks later I noticed his absence, but after about a month he came back. He didn't look too well, like my ex-wife had looked after a bout with pnuemonia. He didn't seem too happy either but did tell me how bad his flu felt, like he had been beaten-up in an alley. I was quite satisfied that my sperm had conveyed 'the gift' to him. I didn't tell him about my flu but I did have to will my dick to stay soft as I got on the express bus. I willed myself to pay attention to the road driving home from the park & ride lot. Once I got home I stripped and began jerking my deathray while admiring myself in the bathroom mirror wishing I was fucking another piece of HIV-virgin ass. I noticed the look of joy on my face as I thought of Robin under me as I filled him when I came in my hand. I put it to my mouth, licked it and tasted a sample of the poison cum I'd pumped into Robin. I reached back down and grabbed my weapon, feeling its power to slowly kill as it still seemed to throb in my hand, the last of the load of deadly cum oozing from it. I knew that even with the meds my life would deteriorate, as would that of Robin and the subsequent assholes I'd fuck. I was already dealing with the side effects. My looks declined as the years went by. The bug-chasers started noticing me and would hit on me so that many of my conquests were 'chasers. Knowing they'd end up looking like me didn't phase me at all, I still had that thrill of injecting them with my death-seed. I had the power to kill, the power of death, in my pants, carrying my mighty gun loaded with deadly bullets as deadly as those from a pistol, just much more slowly acting and a sexual turn-on for me every time I shot-off inside someone who was negative. I realized my orgasms were more powerful, more intense and generally enveloped me in the utmost pleasure when I pumped my deadly seed into a neg ass, certainly more so than when I fucked a guy who was already poz. So I used it wisely, not being a Johnnie-HIV-seed fucking every poz asshole I could get my dick into. Instead I limited most of my fucking to neg bottoms and limited my gift-giving only to bug-chasers and assholes some I felt 'needed' it.
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I had a wonderful and varied sex life putting my uncut meat and cheeze to about 25 new bottoms and verastiles per year. It was surprising mainly because I was another short fat dude with a small penis but unlike Carl who was cut and bit his nails I was uncut and never bit my nails nor cleaned them often. I worked in various automotive fields, mostly parts. I worked in a rebuilding plant, an auto parts store and later a junkyard where we stripped cars and trucks and sorted the parts for sale, selling to rebuilders or scrapping. My callused rough strong hands and thick nails also facilitated holding some bottoms in place while I fucked them although most were willing to get their heads under my beer belly and suck my small cock or loved taking it up their asses for an easy painless or low pain fucking. I was shooting about a load a night on the average but slowed down in my forties. As I approached my fifties I began experiencing erectile problems. I couldnt get as hard as I used to so I was limited to oral and masturbating unless I fucked really loose assholes. I had the option of the then new erection pills or fucking women whose cunts were stretched out by having too many kids but that was about as appealing as fucking a shoe and I had heard about the pills causing blindness. As I turned fifty I was sucked off by someone who had a tongue piercing which scraped my dick enough to make it bleed. Turned out that cocksucker had just sucked off a poz cock, much of the man's cum remaining in his mouth when he sucked my dick. The virus from that poz jizz entered me through that cut on my dick. I got that horrible flu two or three weeks later and was knocked for a loop. I had to take a couple of weeks off from work which didnt please my boss at all. I then had little sex life other than jacking off or getting blowjobs from poz cocksuckers. It was OK and satisfied my needs for getting off and then I met a poz guy with a loose ass and had a ball fucking him. Much as I loved feeding my cheeze and cum to cocksuckers and using their mouths as urinals I also still loved to fuck ass. After the fourth or fifth time I fucked him he told me about how great he felt when he pozzed someone, how really good his dick felt when he pumped his deadly poisoned jizz up a negative asshole. I was jazzed and decided to find an eligable hole to infect. My problem was finding a neg hole that was stretched enough to allow my semi-hard to penetrate him. I finally met someone named Doug at a social club. Doug was in his mid twenties, on the slender side with long black hair and clean-shaven. He had been careful about who he let fuck him and made sure they wore condoms or at least pulled out before cumming. He would let some finish in his mouth and swallow their loads. We got together and I used his mouth a few times and he developed a bond with me because he was also part "mouse" in that he liked eating a man's dick cheeze too. One day he said he wanted me to knock him up. I had put my dick in his ass a few times and fucked but honored his wishes to cum in his mouth. He then admitted that he got fisted a few times by men with small hands who kept their nails clipped or bitten to the nubs so he didnt have to worry about nails cutting his rectum. I remembered my buddy Jim at the junk yard bragging how he pozzed a difficult to infect fist-fuck bottom asshole by fisting him and slicing-up his rectum inside with his nails first. I had the nails for the job and like Jim had let them grow a little longer and then clipped them straight across so their sharp corners could help them do their job inside Doug's ass as Jim's had in some of the assholes he pozzed. Doug had seen my nails grow out over the next couple of weeks til they went past my fingertips. He went and got tested and had what would be his last neg test result. Once he had his results that he was still neg we made a date for that afternoon and after getting home I cut my nails straight across. That afternoon Doug noticed I had cut them straight across. "Yeah, they were getting a bit too long." I replied. I didnt mention anything about the reason why I let em grow longer so I could cut them the way I did but he'd likely figure it out soon enough. "Dont you ever clean 'em?" he then asked. "If I do they just get dirty again just as soon as I punch-in and start work at the junk yard." I replied. After we stripped and he lay on his stomach on his bed. "I'm gonna just grease your hole a bit so my dick will slide a little better." I told him and greased my index finger, skinned my hood back and scooped some smegma from there with the nail of my index finger and then shoved that finger up his hole. I extended fully it so it curved backwards alittle and rotated my wrist a dozen or so times to cut his rectum a bit, then I crooked that finger to a ninety-degree angle and rotated my wrist another half dozen times, doing more slicing. I then straigtened it out again as before and pumped it in his ass a few times, my nail cutting into his rectum with each thrust as I rotated my wrist while thrusting. He seemed concerned but then again he wanted to get pozzed by me as much as I wanted to poz him. I was taking advantage of the fact that a hole cant really feel inside itself past the anal ring sphincter muscles. I pulled my finger out. It had blood on it and the bit of smegma I had under the nail was gone so my dirty sharp nail had done its job in him. Seeing what I had done to his asshole inside my dick was boned, seemingly more than it had been in years without even having to get sucked on. I added some grease to it and mounted Doug who seemed to shiver in anticipation. I put it to his hole and then shoved it in. I lay on his back, my dick in him to my nuts, and then I fucked him. Being intact I was able to fuck him for less than ten minutes but those minutes were very enjoyable for me, especially as I neared my orgasm. I fucked him faster and a little harder and then my dick welled-up with that really great feeling. I ejaculated inside him as my penis spasmed with the ultimate pleasure, a pleasure I hadnt felt that intense since I had fed some cocksucker my smegma and fucked and cummed in his mouth when I was in college. I let my dick shoot its initial volley of over half a dozen rapid-fire spurts of death-seed, rested almost a minute and then began thrusting again to mix it into his innards and force my infection-carrying sperms into the cuts in his love-tunnel walls. My dick felt alive like a dangerous snake pumping its deadly venom into its prey. I let my hips do their thing as my loins propelled my prick in his ass like a piston in a well-oiled cylinder. I almost couldnt believe how good my over half-century-old dick felt as I filled Doug with my deadly dick-shot death-venom. I rested on his back, my dirty dick still buried inside him. "That's the best fuck I got since I met that biker!" he gushed as he arched his back and tried massaging my dick with the muscles of his loose ass.. "You're the best feeling piece of ass I've had in the last two decades." I answered and thrust again. "Leave it in stud!" he added. I did and took a short nap before my dick finally shriveled completely and came out as I shifted my position. I stood up beside the bed. He got up, knelt before me and lovingly sucked my dick clean and kissed it and my scrotum. He then sucked my index finger and kissed its nail as well. "If this takes hands like yours will be my next fetish." he said as we headed to the bathroom. "Piss in my mouth." he begged as we stepped into the bathtub. "I'll be glad to." I said as I he knelt before me. I put my penis in his mouth and took a very pleasurable piss which he drank all of, then he sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry the way he had after I pulled it out of his ass. He kissed it and thanked me for a wonderful time. I got dressed and left his place. I stopped at the local mixed-sexuality watering hole I sometimes frequented and had a beer to celebrate the great feeling orgasm I had pozzing Doug's ass. I saw him a few times over the next couple of weeks and then he called me saying he felt as if he had been beaten up by a team of bikers. He had finally caught the HIV flu courtesy of my finger, its nail and my HIV-shooting dick. I helped him each day through his flu and when he finished getting over the flu and started feeling good a month later he got tested. When his results came back positive he hugged and passionately french-kissed me. He took me out to dinner and a show which was a dirty movie at the adult cinema on gay night. We held hands and he caressed mine, kissed it and then sucked me off, swallowed my load and kissed my dick. I wondered if he was falling in love with me. Doug wasnt a one man hole. While he still occasionally serviced my meat, rimmed me, drank my piss and even orally serviced my feet when I got off work, he was also taking loads from any man who looked and acted masculine and was passing my bug to other neg holes who looked and/or acted effeminate.This exposes an example of how long fingernails can be used to facilitate pozzing difficult to infect assholes and why it may be wise to be weary of men with long nails when trying to remain neg. -
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 was always a classic nerd. Even my name was nerdish but that didnt matter once I discovered gay sex and guys who liked nerds. My first gay sex was fucking some effeminate queen whose ass was like a decent vagina. Of course that fella gave me superior head not to mention swallowed my load unlike the broads who spat it out like it's something nasty. The first cock I took was a forty-year-old short fat Latino's uncut 5", first sucking him off a few times and giving him my ass cherry two weeks later. He also gave me head and swallowed my cum as I did his. "Lenny, you sure a sexy stud. Glad you got my cherry" I had gushed after he'd pumped his fifteenth load up my ass. After he dumped me a month later for fresh holes I met a couple of really great men. One was Rick, a nerd like myself, who was a mechanic. The other was Henry whose seven cut inches broadened my ass as well as choked me when he fucked my mouth. Fortunately I decided to mostly top since I was more on the masculine side, in fact more masculine than most straight men or at least nerds, not to mention that taking my glasses off to suck cocks or rim ass was a hassle. One night a dozen years after my first fucking, I was as horny as I was the first time I nutted in a man. Since Henry had stood me up, saying his lover had the day off and they were going to spend the day together, I was at a sex club. I don't know who gave me AIDS that fateful night, because I was fucked in the ass by both a hippie and a fat middle aged man (both of whom I had also sucked off for their second loads), and I had flip-fucked with an executive and had fucked two other holes. I was so turned on getting fucked by the hippie and the chubby I came from getting fucked by them. A couple of weeks later I got the flu. I knew something was wrong and sure enough I found out I had HIV. Some time later I ran into the hippie again, and he admitted he was poz, and had enjoyed infecting me. He said fucking my ass made him feel really great and manly and described how pleasurable pumping his death-seed up my ass and his disease into my system felt. I was devastated. Henry my best buddy said our sex life was over unless I was content with him jacking off into my mouth. I was able to stay healthy and after a few months I decided that I needed to get off in someone sans condom, but didn't want to randomly poz some innocent piece of ass. My first target was a punk on a friend's shit list. I wanted to experience the thrill of pumping my deadly HIV into someone. I saw breeding a guy as the ultimate power to feel really good while fucking up someone forever, as the hippie had done to me. My mental state was enforced by the disclosures of a couple of my masculine poz friends had described their orgasms in neg assholes, much as the hippie had enjoyed pozzing guy's assholes, such as mine. The punk I was to poz was a bitchy arrogant pretty-boy twink fresh out of the military who had pissed-off a buddy of mine. My friend told me where the punk hung out and pointed him out to me in a bar. I made my move a week later in a club. Like many of the places I frequented, the club in question had an alley to the rear, and not all that surprisingly, a lot of sex went on in the alley. I had a buddy, a buffed-out surfer-jock come-on the punk. The plan was my buddy would take the punk into the alley and fuck the shit out of the kid, in actuality being the punk's last neg fuck, and I would follow close-up on my buddy and add my special cum to the mix. Half an hour after we arrived my jock buddy and the punk were chatting it up. They then left out the back door and I followed them discreetly. Soon the punk was stripped and on his stomach, legs spread wide, on the mattress we had prepared in advance hidden behind the big dumpster. My jock buddy had his jeans halfway down and had already had the punk suck his nine inches hard. He greased up his loggerhead and mounted the punk. He handed the punk a popper bottle, lined up his shot and let his weight drive it home. The punk whined and whimpered, not used to such a big thick dick but he wanted it in him just the same. He was in seventh heaven getting fucked by a large handsome stud just a few years older than him. The man fucked that hole good and nutted in him, as he had in me and I in him before I got pozzed. My own dick was rock hard oozing precum. After the man thrust some more he dismounted and I came out of the shadows, pants ready to drop and mounted him. I shoved my deadly weapon up his ass, my stud buddy's cum excellent lube. The hole felt good around my dick. After hilting myself I began fucking him. I felt a manly studly well-being as I fucked that asshole, knowing how great my orgasm would feel when I pumped my deadly AIDS virus up his ass, which had been stretched and torn by my jock buddy's thick dick. He at first thought little of it, being a bit drunk and on the poppers my buddy had stuck back under his nose as I made love to him. Halfway through my piece of him he turned his head and took a look, then realized I was fucking him. "No geek fucks me! Fuck off!" he screamed before three other men came to help. I gripped the punk's upper arms, helping the men hold him in place under me so I could finish having the piece of ass he owed me. He had fancied himself a man of the world but he was now learning his true place as a piece of ass soon to be a diseased sickly carrier. I stepped up my efforts, fucking him with a series of brutal thrusts to help tear-up his rectum some more. I felt good and studly, a hero conquering the enemy. I fucked faster and harder, my cum welling up, my dick getting ready to shoot its deadly load into the receptacle. The punk began crying. "Be glad I'm not as hung as Bill you bitch!" I growled as I doubled my efforts. Savagely pounding him, I proved (at least in my mind) that a geeky nerd was more a man than a pretty-boy egotist. My climax then came rapidly as I hilted myself in him as pleasure enveloped me while I shot my load of HIV-laden cum up his ass in eight or nine rapid-fire spurts. It was one of my all time best feeling orgasms, the excitement of my stiff penis pulsing with pleasure filling the asshole with my deadly seed. I then resumed fucking him in a series of brutal hip-snapping thrusts to pump the rest of my virus-laden jizz into the cunt-hole. Joy filled my heart as my deadly cum filled his ass. "Hope you liked getting fucked by us real men." I said. He was pissed, but not nearly as pissed as when I told him, "I just got my poz cum off in you, and man does my dick feel good!" The punk freaked and struggled. "Too late, bitch" said one of the men helping hold him down. I left my dick in, still thrusting and holding on, as well as corkscrewed my hips to force more of my death-sperms into his torn anal walls, rested a moment, brutally slammed my dick home in him a couple more times and yanked out. The punk was crying, sobs shaking him as I pulled up my pants. One of the guys who'd helped said he was poz and asked to suck my dick clean. Of course I let him. After sucking my dick for five minutes he sucked off of it, kissed it and my sweaty balls, stood up, hugged and kissed me and told me how turned on he was watching me fuck the punk and sucking my dick clean. He then had himself a piece of the punk and added his dirty cum to mine. A few more manly pelvic thrusts and he pulled out of the now bleeding hole. I sucked him clean, kissed his cock and balls and we all left, leaving the punk curled up sobbing on the mattress. My friend was proud of me for what I'd done. He also serviced my jock "bait" friend a few times and let him service him as well since they were both versatile and still neg. The punk got the flu, as I had after my fun with the hippie. After finding out the punk converted I traded fucks with a poz friend and then we 69ed for our second loads. The bitch eventually came down with full blown AIDS since he failed to take his meds properly.
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I was kind of laid up because I had broken a leg and toe as I had been doing yard work while NOT wearing my steel toed work boots. I hit the edge of a concrete retaining wall, tripped and fell. The doctor said I had to rest with my leg elevated and get up only to eat, get a drink of water or use the bathroom. My sex life wasn't entirely out the window thanks to my buddy Chris who came by every day or two to take a load off me - as well as cook and clean for me. He did a great job of giving me good head, but I needed to pump some of my viral load into an asshole, preferably a virgin. I had a thin mattress on the floor which facilitated a more stable bed for sex, especially anal. Chris tried sitting on my dick and pumping himself up and down long enough for me to get off, but he was unsuccessful, so we looked around for other bottoms. The first piece of ass to successfully sit on my dick was already poz but, after he and Chris sucked me hard, I will say he did a good job of pumping himself up and down on my stiffy. It felt good to pump my gonads up his ass but I still needed the thrill of pozzing a virgin, so I encouraged Chris and the poz bottom to spread the word among likely playmates, playing-up the sympathy angle for me, describing me as in dire need of anal action. Eventually they found an asshole who accepted the invitation. I was a normal masculine 30 year old Top, well over 200 pounds, with brown hair, brown eyes, glasses, strong callused hands and nails that I had kept bitten but I had slacked off after testing poz so they ended up dirty from my maintenance and repair job at the plant. Under my gut hung my almost eight cut inches of horny meat that had made a few holes bleed with some healthy pounding. My thickness also facilitated splitting and tearing rectums with good thrusting which allowed my virus easy access to the systems of aids-virgins I knocked-up. My size 12 feet also enjoyed oral service not to mention how much I liked getting rimmed. Chris was versatile, almost my height, but well under 200, blond, wore wire rim glasses and although masculine enough he tended toward bottom. He had a good head on his shoulders. He loved giving head and I might note had a nice ass which I had first fucked before I converted. My new 'virgin' conquest was Douglas. He was neg, was semi-swarthy, sported black hair, was versatile and weighted about 200 pounds. He had was definitely neg as he had been tested for both HIV and syph, and having come-up positive for syph, he had abstained from sex until his doctor cleared him. Chris didn't tell him I was poz - that I'd be the stud knocking-up his ass. "Hi Doug, pleased to meet you" I said when Chris introduced us. "Same here. Can't wait to get your load deep in my ass" he replied. He stripped and began sucking my dick, humming in delight as it hardened in his mouth. He then kissed it and Chris handed him the lube. He smeared some on my dick and then patted some on his asshole, took a position straddling my crotch while facing me and carefully lowered himself onto my dick. As my cock head punched through his sphincter, I slid in fairly easily. I grabbed his hips and gave a thrust to hilt myself while pulling him down onto my crotch with a grin as a bit of pain showed on his face. His ass was good and tight, certainly tighter than Chris' and that of the poz guy I had fucked a few days earlier. other asshole who'd sat on it, ripe for stretching inside so my dick would rip at least a few good fissures in his rectum for my disease to pass through into him. I then lowered my ass back to the thin mattress, pulling him with me, my dick buried up his ass. I flexed my love muscle inside his colon and then relaxed my hold on his hips. "Okay, start pumping on it" I said. He began working himself up and down on my prick as I lay back enjoying myself, my hands loosly on his hips to guide him and help keep him straight. He had good strong leg muscles which gave him the endurance needed to bring my cut prick to orgasm. He rested a couple of times but massaged my dick with his ass muscles for the half minute or so he rested before resuming pogoing on my penis. Chris helped steady him when he started getting tired. Being cut I needed more stimulation and time in order to bust my nut. Finally after about ten minutes I was starting to get my urges. "Pump faster" I ordered him. He gave me a tired look, but complied, which was the inspiration I apparently needed - I could sense my orgasm was getting closer. He could also see the look on my face that I was about ready to pump off in his ass. I grinned and worked his hips to get him to speed up, and began to thrust a little to augment his work on my prick. I grunted, then said, "Ready or not, here I cum!" as I began ejaculating in him, my penis pulsing in pleasure as I filled his ass with my deadly disease-carrying sperm. I held him in position, my dick hilted deep inside his body, just to ensure my aids-laden cum would be planted as deeply as possible into his raveged hole. I then thrust a few times and had him raise up a couple of inches and then pulled him back down a few times. Once I was spent I had him remain sitting on it to make sure my prick inside his ass helped force my deadly virus-carrying sperms into his torn rectal walls. I then thrust one more time a few minutes later as my prick softened. Chris slowly helped him stand up off my dick so he could keep as much of my load in him as possible. Hardly any leaked out of his nice tight anal ring. "Man that sure was a nice piece of ass" I said as Doug kissed my dick and then sucked it clean. "Kiss my balls too" I reminded him. He did and softly sucked on them as well then he kissed my aids-gun again and stood up. Chris then kissed my dick and said "Man, you did a nice job AIDS-ing that hole. You turned me on doing it" he said after sucking off of my dick and kissing it. I don't think Doug didn't register Chris' remark as there was no follow-up. Instead Chris and Doug then 69'd, getting off quickly as a consequence of having been turned on by the anal action. His ass full of my AIDS, Doug dressed and left. A couple of weeks later Chris said he had seen Doug who was then going through the AIDS flu. "You knocked him up well" he said as he kissed my crotch. Doug had not fucked-around with anyone for several weeks after I unloaded in his ass. Apparently my thick cock had done an excellent job tearing-up his hole, and the recovery took several weeks - so I was definitely his AIDS daddy. Chris joked Doug had he knocked himself up because he did all the work. We laughed and then Chris stripped and I turned onto my side, Chris lay facing my crotch and I was able to hold his head to do my first active fucking in three weeks by holding his head and fucking his mouth to orgasm. The memory of the pleasure of knocking-up Doug was still inspiring weeks after the fact as I joyfully fucked and came in Chris' mouth. It was a good face-fuck, using his mouth like the good cunt it was, pumping my dangerous jizzum into it for him to swallow - which he gladly did before drinking warm beer from my tap. After Chris dressed, washed his hands and made lunch for the two of us, we ate and he left after kissing my dick again. I continued with my sex life and lifetime of taking meds. I curbed my need to poz AIDS virgins but still planted my deadly seed in an occasional guy - whenever the situation felt right, and, of course, I had a celebration fuck whenever I found out I had infected a bottom. Truth be told, however, most of my anal conquests were already poz but seemingly half of the guys I converted where apparently neg cocksuckers who caught it when sucking me off.
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[Just tonight I found this story on my hard drive, I can't recall where I originally downloaded it. Unfortunately, its only Part One, whoever wrote it never finished it. Be that as it may, its not a bad story, so here it is . . . ] I remember the first game of the league playoffs like it was yesterday. At just age 18 I had made it into one of the most popular soccer teams and the British league. I had known I was gay since I was at least 12, but no one on the team knew, or so I thought. The guys on our team for the most part were drop dead gorgeous. Girls from all over would flock to our hotel rooms, trying to get a peek at our bods or least have a conversation with one of the guys. The girls thought I was pretty handsome, and I did the best I could to keep them entertained in the sight of my buddies. Our first league game was a roaring success. We crushed our competition, and we were invited to a kick ass party at the hotel. While in the shower room I noticed the team manager and a few of the senior players shoulders all had the same, very strange tattoo: it was a red biohazard sign with some Celtic designs. Being a rookie, I had not showered with the guys before. I was quite blown away by what I saw. Jason, the team captain, was covered in body hair. His hair was so thick on his chest that I couldn't even see his nipples through it. Hanging between his legs was a long, thick uncut dick. The head of his cock was hidden beneath a very long loose puckered foreskin. The hair on his legs was thick and black like the hair on his head. Kyle, Jason's best friend, was almost hairless. He had hair on his head, and a little under his arms but the rest of his body was shaved. His nipples were beautiful golden brown circles that appeared to be chewed on or least pumped up. Unlike Jason who kept his foreskin pulled over his dick, Kyle was careful to keep his skin pulled back bunched up behind the head of his cock. You could tell he really cared about keeping it clean and dry. His abs were very well pronounced, and the veins in his legs and arms popped around his muscles. Ian, an up-and-coming future captain, was Hispanic and imported to our league. His body was covered with tattoos. Mostly of Hispanic nature, except for the red biohazard tattoo that he and the other two shared. Ian was not very hairy, just possessing a treasure trail and some fairly bushy armpits. The cock between his legs however was amazing. It looked like someone stretched a brown vein laden foreskin over a beer can. After several knowing glances were exchanged between my teammates I realized I was busted. They had caught me staring and by the looks on their faces it seemed like they were approving of my attention. "Eric, great game man," Jason said as he crossed the shower room and patted me on the back. "Yeah, way to kick some ass man." Ian congratulated as he punched me on the arm. "Bet the bitches would love to get a hold of this piece of rookie meat!" Kyle said as he grabbed my dick. I try to move away but Ian and Jason held me in place. "Dude, it's ok man." Jason whispered in my ear, " we know you're gay, and so are we. We even have our own little club, and we fuck around … a lot." After a few moments of cock stroking, I relaxed and gave in to the pleasurable hand job I was receiving. The guys began chewing on my neck and my dick sprung to its full 8 ½ inch glory. The guys stopped their assault abruptly, rinsed off and headed to the locker room. I hung back in the shower completely amazed at what had just happened. I had been fantasizing about having sex with these guys but thought I had no chance since they were all pussy pounding straight guys. I was so horny and wanted to masturbate right there in the shower so that I could have a good time at the party. I had only just begun jacking off when Jason peeked into the shower. "Come on you bloody wanker, hands off the dick and get dressed. We have a party to get to." Reluctantly I stopped my self abuse and went to the locker room to get dressed. The guys were gone by the time I finished, so I headed off to the party alone. The bar was absolutely packed. The entire team, most of their girlfriends, and half the tarts in the city were all there chatting, flirting and seducing anyone within reach. It was hard to hear yourself think, more or less have a decent conversation with anybody at the bar. I decided to grab a drink and head to the table in the corner of the room out of the way so that I could ponder what had just happened in the shower room. After a few moments of solitude, Jason, Kyle and Ian came strutting towards my table. They were wearing tailored suits, and looking absolutely hot. Drinks in hand, they surrounded me in the booth. We shot the shit for a while, talking about our conquests, growing up gay, and the pressures of hiding our sexuality from the team. I found out that most of the team knows about these guys, but are afraid to say a word because of getting their asses kicked both on and off the field. "You guys mentioned you had your own club, what kind of club is it?" I asked, after having several rounds of alcohol. They looked at each other somewhat apprehensively then seemed to nod in approval that they would let me in on their little secret. "You see this symbol," Jason nervously whispered as he lifted his sleeve, "that's the membership symbol for our club. We can have sex with who we want, when we want and how we want without any regrets or reservations." "That's right," Kyle chimed in, "we'll have sex with anybody, any time just for the hell of it. We have nothing to lose, only pleasure to gain." "Nothing to lose, only pleasure to gain?" I asked. "What the hell does that mean?" "We can't talk about it here," Jason said, "let's go back to your hotel room and we'll talk there but hear this, if you tell anyone anything about what we talk about, you will regret it. We will hunt you down, and make you eat your words. To you understand?" "Sure," I said "let's ditch this place and go back to my room." As soon as my hotel door closed, all three of my teammates began to attack me. Kyle was chewing on my ears and my neck, Ian stood behind me and ran his hands up and down my rib cage and under my arms. Jason got on his knees and began to undo my belt and trousers. "Damn Eric, this is really nice." Jason said as he pulled my uncut cock from my underwear. With that he began sucking on my dick. The feelings were fucking awesome. I was being chewed on, rubbed and sucked on altogether. The more I moaned or rocked in pleasure the harder and more in earnest the guys worked on me. Eventually after a shirt flew this way and a pair of pants flew that way everybody was naked. I noticed again the beautiful red tattoos that the guys had on their shoulders. It brought me back to earth and so I asked again. "So tell me," I asked "nothing to lose, only pleasure to gain. What is this club all about?" Jason pulled himself off my cock and stood up to answer the question. His mouth was quickly replaced by Ian's. It was hard to concentrate on the story, but I did my best to keep up. "Well you see," Jason seductively explained, while his friends pleasured my body, "we all have a special gift, a gift that allows us to live life to its fullest. A gift that brings with it unlimited sex, lust and power." Kyle moaned at that and dropped to his knees behind me and began to eat my ass. As soon as my eyes rolled back in my head in pleasure Jason continued. "The special power we have is that we're Poz, we have aids and we celebrate our oneness by sexual debauchery." I moaned, licked my lips and rocked my hips as I processed the information. Then it hit me. "Oh god," I said as I pulled away from them and backed into the corner. "Oh my fucking god. You guys are trying to kill me. Why would you want to do that? You're sick and twisted." "That's not true my friend," Jason said. "First of all, you can't get aids from getting your dick sucked or your ass eaten. Second of all, were not trying to kill you. We want to give you life. A life without fear, hesitation or regret. Just endless sex with anyone you choose knowing that it's ok. You can't be hurt because once you have the gift no one can take it from you. Life becomes a celebration of pleasure. Every day, another chance to enjoy the feelings someone else can give you. We could do that to you Eric, all you have to do is ask." "Fuck no," I shouted "you guys are fucking sick." "Suit yourself man," Jason said, "but I’m fucking horny, so my boys and I are going to play." Reluctantly, I sat down on one of the beds and watched the scene as it played out before my eyes. Jason's uncut cock had grown to about 9 inches. His foreskin was still bunched around the head of his dick. Kyle went to his knees in front of Jason. This seemed to drive them both wild. They both licked in earnest until Jason's dick was wet with spit. When they were finished Ian and Kyle got their feet and all three shared a wet kiss. My cock was rockhard and dripping with pre-come. Hard as I fought it, I had to admit that my buddies piggy actions were turning me on. Kyle lay on his back and pulled his legs up in the air as Jason knelt on the floor and began to lick his ass. "Fuck yeah Jason," Kyle barked, "tongue my hole man. Eat me good!" Kyle winced and weathered as Jason's stubbly face worked itself in out and around his hole. "You want me to fuck you?" Jason demanded" you want me to load your ass up? Tell me, what do you want boy!" "Fuck me hard Jason," Kyle panted "knock me up with that toxic load man." Jason lined his cock up to Kyle's ass hole and then looked over at Eric. "Hey Eric, you watching this?" Jason asked. "No condom, guess what that means? Make sure you watch his face when I re- infect him. Nothing feels more satisfying than popping a Poz load." Kyle winced and moaned as Jason's long death pole pushed past his rosebud. Kyle's eyes were a mixture of pain and lust as he turned his head to me and locked eyes. In spite of myself, I grabbed my cock and began beating off watching Kyle get fucked. My cock was slick with pre-come, and the sounds and smells of the room had me on edge. Ian, who had been standing by watching, climbed onto the bed and straddled Kyle's torso facing Jason. As Jason neared busting his nut, Ian let out a steady stream of piss. He aimed for Kyle's ass hole, getting it all wet and then he traced up Jason's torso, dousing his hairy pelt and then aiming directly into Jason's mouth. Jason choked and swallowed then his face went all tense as he shot his poison load into Kyle's ass. Ian went crazy, half drowning Jason in piss till his orgasm subsided. After finishing his piss, Ian took Jason's place and began pushing his beer can cock into Kyle's used fuck hole. "Ouch," Kyle screamed, "you're fucking tearing me apart! Ian took this cue to began pounding in earnest. Kyle's reactions went from pleasure to pain, moments of ecstasy to moments of agony. "Look at Eric," Jason told Kyle, "he's hot for it man. Look at him stroke that neg cock. Ain't it fucking beautiful." "You want him to suck it," Jason asked me, "don't you pussy boy?" My head was reeling, but all I could think was yes, yes I did want Kyle to suck me. Without even realizing that I was doing it, I got off the bed and walked over to my teammates, cock in hand ready to get a blow-job. Just as Kyle's tongue hit the tip of my horny cock, Jason shoved me back onto my bed. "Fuck off, you pussy wanker," Jason shouted at me, "you are not man enough to play with the likes of us." With lots of moaning and grunting, Ian shot his load way up inside of Kyle's ass. Even though I was angry at Jason's rejection, I was still very hot and horny. Jason returned to the floor next to Ian and they took turns eating their combined loads from Kyle's ass, sucking his cock, and kissing each other. Watching the bugged cum ooze from Kyle's whole onto Jason and Ian's tongues was mind numbing. Kyle began bucking his hips violently and piston fucking his cock in and out of Jason's mouth. With a mighty yell Kyle blasted his bug juice between Jason's lips. Proud and satisfied, Jason walked over to my bed. He opened his mouth and showed me a mouth full of Kyle's seed. He then took hold of his dick, skinned back his foreskin, and let loose a ******* of warm piss all over me. "Open up, pussy boy" Jason yelled as his piss stream assaulted my face. Scared and turned on, I opened my mouth and took his urine. As I swallowed his piss, and I busted my load all over my abdomen. "Now lay there all-night and wallow in that mess" Jason commanded me. "Oh, and don't worry chicken shit, my urine was clean." Rather than going back to their rooms or even showering, all three snuggled into the other bed. They seemed to enjoy the fact that it was soaked with piss and come. I tossed and turned all-night long. All I could think of was how hot the scene was that had played out all night. All that seemed to matter to me was gaining Jason's approval. He had showed me how hot their play could be and had marked me as his own territory with the gift of piss. After several dreams about Jason rejecting me from their sex play I decided I had to get in. I realized that I truly wanted to be one of them. The thought of them Pozzing me up seem to become more and more the right answer for me. In desperation, I went through my gear bag, and pulled out a grease pencil that we use to blacken our eyes during sunny games. Using a fresh athletic shirt, I wrote "Please Poz this bitch" on the back and then drew an arrow toward my negative ass. I then pissed on the front, soaking it down and put it on. Then on my knees, I laid crossed the bed with my ass in the air waiting for them to wake up. It was about 6 a.m. When Jason finally got up to take his morning piss. "Well fuck me up boys," Jason shouted as he woke up the other teammates. "Guess who wants to get gifted." The guys woke up and slowly figured out the matter at hand. "The cunt wants to get Pozzed guys. I knew he would come around." Jason celebrated. On Jason's cue, all three let loose with *******s of piss, soaking me, their pre-initiate head to toe. I moaned as their warm love liquid poured all over my body. I was beginning to accept what was about to come, my initiation and conversion to their way of life. They helped me to my feet, ripped off my shirt and bent me over the bed. "Get his shaving kit and grab his toothbrush." Jason instructed Ian. I was really curious why Jason would need my toothbrush. At first I thought he was insinuating that I had bad breath. The reason became apparent however when I felt the bristles of my toothbrush being worked around my asshole. I clamped my hole shut tight so that he couldn't hurt me. "Come on Eric," Jason whispered, "let the toothbrush in. I'm going to work it around inside you. This way we can be sure that we don't waste our precious Poz cum. You to want to be one of us don't you?" "Yes," I sobbed, as he penetrated my ass and began irritating my membranes. Ian and Kyle began licking and biting my nipples and body as Jason continued his toothbrush assault. "Okay," Jason said, "turn him over. As team captain I'm going to tap his negative ass first. Jason lined his unwashed cock up to my ass hole. He shoved the entire length into me all at once, no mercy, no warning. I screamed in pain and fear knowing that his lethal cock was now shoved into my bloody ass ready to bring me down "I’m in," Jason teased seductively "I’m Poz, your bloody, and I’m in. Are you ready to become one of us? Are you ready to incubate my butt babies inside you forever? Are you ready to be one with us in our Poz brotherhood?" Reason began to kick in and I started to cry uncontrollably. I shook my head yes, and Jason yelled "speak! Tell me what you want!" "I want to be yours," I sobbed "I want to be part of the brotherhood. I want to be Poz! I need to be Poz please, please I beg of you, Poz me now!" My brain was telling me to stop them, don't let this happen, yet with my words I sealed my fate. "We love you," Jason chanted "and we will give you your wish. As I cried to myself, Jason began to tenderly rock his pole back and forth inside my bloody ass. He breathed steadily as his momentum built. I was so scared I couldn't move. Knowing what was about to happen to me terrified me so much. I was going to be converted, I was going to die. Yet deep down inside I also knew how much I wanted it and how happy I would be in their good graces. "Here it comes," Jason said triumphantly as he began pumping his hot Poz death cum inside me. I could feel the warmth of his load as it coated the inside of my own bleeding rectum. He slowly pumped his shaft around inside of me, working his gift deeper and deeper into my negative ass. "Just remember," Jason whispered "I was your first Poz load. I own you. I am your true bug daddy!" To be continued...
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I had a nice sex life until one night when an inept cocksucker who couldn't keep his damn teeth off my meat ruined my life forever. We were both drunk and I was nodding off in a back room at a sex club when the equally drunk but wide awake excuse for a cuntmouth thought my almost 8" would be a great snack. I was almost asleep when he started blowing me and scraping my cock with his damn teeth. After one really painful stroke I finally pushed his head off. He got the message as well as saw another target and left. The pain from his abuse subsided and I drifted off to sleep. I awoke with a hardon and a guy trying to sit on it. It felt good although I also needed to take a piss. The asshole pumped himself on my turgid dick as I lay back and enjoyed it thinking this is the pleasure my dick should have felt when that cocksucker was blowing me just a few hours before. I did get off after he worked it for what seemed like half an hour, rewarding us with a nice load up his ass. By the time I finished cumming in him I also realized my dick was feeling pain from the cocksucker's abuse and was hoping I didn't catch anything from the cocksucker's mouth, the previous loads the asshole I'd just came in may have had in him or from the asshole's canal itself. The asshole left and a while later I finally got up and headed to the showers. I was a little hung over but it wasn't as bad as some of the headbangers I'd had over the past two decades or more. I looked at my dick in the harsh flourescent light and early morning light coming in through a frosted glass window at the end of the shower room. I could see the red marks from the cocksucker's teeth as well as what looked like what could have been scab from the cocksucking that was sloughed off when the asshole pumped on my dick. I washed my dick off and took a whole shower, stepped over to a watersports bottom laying near the drain at the end of the row of showers and doused him good before finishing my shower. I felt better after relieving myself in the watersports bottom's face and headed to the locker room vowing to never mix drinking and sex again. That vow was a day late and a dollar short. A few weeks later I got the tell-tale flu sickness of HIV infection. I never found out if I got it from the cocksucker whose teeth cut up my dick or from the asshole who sat on it those few hours later or from soneone else I'd fucked in the interim. I should have gone home or at least locked myself in a cubicle at the club after pushing the cocksucker's head off but I was too out of it. I also wondered if I had passed it on to others I'd fucked since then. Over the time from the incident to when I caught that flu I had fucked two assholes and been sucked off several times as well as gave a couple of guys a drink of my warm beer on tap. I was an average looking working man of forty or so, somewhat ruddy complexion, clean shaven with dark black hair and a medium build. My callused hands with their constantly dirty nails earned my living for me on jobs ranging from sweeping warehouse floors to operating forklifts, repairing and tuning up trucks, doing plumbing and HVAC, erecting fences, agricultural work and other jobs. Only other gay and bi guys knew I was into getting my rocks off in men. Even my ex-wife whom I'd caught slutting around didn't know, mainly because I was much more discreet and careful with my affairs than she was. After that flu I put off cruising for a while, just going to work and going about my normal routines and jacking off, since I was feeling fatigued. My doctor put me on some meds and I increased my diet to try to keep my weight up. Of course my rough sometimes chapped hands werent the best for jacking off and my dick longed to pump cum up an ass and use a mouth as a cunt and urinal. I didn't want to be a vector for the AIDS but there were assholes and cocksuckers that needed filling and who needed to submit to us men and make us feel good, not to mention that many who had been seeded. I bought a few various cunts at a smut shop including artificial vaginas and an Accu-Jack type of machine. I had saved money by not going to bars and sex clubs over the two or three months since I'd realized what I had so I could well afford the porn and cunts which were nice to fuck for a while augmented by the porn I read with the pictures I looked at while jacking off or fucking one of the cunts. The Accu-jack failed after just a month and the smut shop gave me the runaround so I fucked the cunt it had manually. I fixed the machine myself a week later and resumed laying back reading the porn magazines while the machine gave me a better blow than some cocksuckers did. My first post-discovery sex came about when I saw someone who had been on my shit list way back when we were snotnoses. I was surprised as hell to see him in a leather bar aand not only that but flagging a red hankie out his right hip pocket. I let the shock wear off and then casually walked his way and gave him the once-over, silently lamenting I had no red hanky of my own to flag out my left hip pocket. I then realized how easily I could poz his ass, if he wasnt pozzed already. He seemed to see a gleam in my eye and came to me. "Hi there. Score yet?" I greeted him. "Not yet" he replied. He said he was looking to get fisted. I said I wanted to fist someone and fuck him. He looked at my hands and seemed not too interested so I suggested I buy him a drink. After an hour we finally ended up going to his place, a decent looking apartment in a seedy looking neighborhood. There he knelt and kissed my crotch though my jeans and then opened my fly and sucked on my dick. I felt good with this punk who had harassed me sucking my pozz dick, already swallowing my precum as well as some of my dick cheeze from under my unfurling foreskin. His mouth was a good if not spectacular cunt, unlike the piece of shit at the sex club whose teeth subsequently got knocked down his throat by another intended victim. "OK let's get to fisting." I said after he had gotten my dick hard. I wanted to pump my first load up his ass after I fisted it. We stripped and he lay on his stomach on the rubber sheet on his mattress on the floor. I greased up my hand and got in position. I put my fingers and thumb together so my nails wouldnt snag on the way in and worked my greased fist up his hole. I had fisted a guy once years before but with a rubber glove on but this time I was barebacking my fist up this ass for a reason. I got in just past my wrist and then splayed my fingers and thumb and gave my wrist a twist, my hand rotating inside his hole, I could feel some added stuff, blood, joining the crap and lube inside him. I continued rotating my wrist as I pulled my hand back and then shoved it back in, my fingers and thumb still splayed as wide as would allow me to shove it back in. I then rotated again as I pulled back, stopping roatating only when my fingertips neared his sphincters. I balled up my fist and pumped it in him like it was a dick. My hand had blood on it as well as the other shit from his ass when I finally pulled out. My dick was rock hard so I simply took my position mounting him and shoved my dick right up his ass. He was as loose as my ex-wife's cunt but I could still get the friction I needed to get off in him. I fucked him with gay abandon, turned on by how great my orgasm would feel when I ejaculated in him. I fucked him harder and faster. He lay there contented although I could tell he had wanted a longer fisting session. That was not his call, I was there to get my rocks off in him and "breed" him. I felt myself reaching my goal and fucked him in a variety of strokes, some fast, some slow, some full, some short, then I jackhammered his ass and hilted myself as I pumped my poz sperms deep up his hole. I let my dick shoot my first volley of spunk up his ass, then I pulled almost out and slammed it home to pump more in. A few more thrusts and I was spent and laying on his back resting, my sperms swimming around in his rectum, some working their way into the cuts inside his twat. He seemed content from my cumming in him and I took a short nap on him, my dick still up his ass even though it softened quite a bit. An hour later I woke up, still on his back. My dick was still in his hole so I began carefully thrusting in him. Soon my dick started rehardening as I thrust more. He was awake too and asked me to fist him again. "After I get my second load off." I said as I continued thrusting in him. It took longer for me to get my second load off but it felt just as good as the first as I pumped it up his ass, my prick feeling the total bliss of using my "former" enemy for the piece of cunt he was. A few more thrusts and I was satiated. After resting and him saying I was one of the better fuckers I pulled out and stood up. "You ready to put it back in?" he asked, looking at my dirty hand. "I need you to suck my dick." I replied. He didn't seem too pleased but complied. I wanted to add insult to injury so to speak. He complied and sucked my dick clean. Had I more time I'd have lay on my back and let him suck it til I popped a third load in his mouth. I would have liked to give him a drink of my warm beer on tap or a golden shower but instead I went into his bathroom to clean up a little. I washed my hand of the crap he'd left on it from fisting him and pissed in his sink, then dried my hands off. He went into the bathroom to shit and I headed to his bedroom where I quickly got dressed and took off, not bothering to say goodbye or anything. I had accomplished my mission and needed to get home and get ready for work the next morning. I stopped at a decent restaurant for a nice dinner before heading home and taking a shower. I went to bed pleased about how great my dick felt when I injected my loads up that asshole. I never saw the dude for a couple of years, so I didn't know if I'd pozzed him or if he had already been pozzed before I fucked him.
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I know I'm on a site that talks a lot about breeding, but how do I go from talking about it to actually doing it? I live in a small town and it's not easy to find. I've read some of the chem posts and that really got me hard! I've never done anything more than poppers, but I'm so curious. How do I get myself out there? I'm poz, have been for four years and need to be pozzed again. Any ideas?
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This was salvaged from Bugshare.net. *********************************************************************************************** I was looking for some hook ups in the Gaydar.Com.Au for one of my business trips to another country. I found this Mexican guy 21 years old, 6’1’’, about 180 pounds. The kid, Eric, had black hair and had some hair on his chest and legs. I corresponded with him for a couple of months. Eventually he got around to telling me he was a student who escorts for extra money. I arrived at my friend’s apartment where I would be staying. After a few days I got Eric to come over to meet me. He wanted 80 bucks for a couple of hours of hot fun. I got him to massage me, suck my cock and we 69’d and sucked and ate each other’s asses. He finished my off by sucking my cock and taking the entire load down his throat. He only word was “delicious.” I returned home and it would be a few more months before I would see him again. I returned and this time Eric came over and he knew I wanted to fuck his nice ass. We 69’d and rimmed each other and I played with his ass, fingering it. It was hot. So after I had his ass nice and lubed up with spit I proceeded to push my bare cock into his ass. He asked me if I had any condoms. I reached into my suitcase and pulled one out and showed it too him. He never told me to put it on, nor did he tell me to pull out. I threw the condom to the floor and continued to fuck him. I kept fucking him for 20 minutes or so. We kissed long and deep and I shot my cum deep inside his ass. To say the least he was fucking hot for it. About four months later I returned and I wanted to fuck his ass but he wouldn’t let me because he said he wasn’t prepared for it. Meaning it would be dirty with shit. Fair enough. Next time, perhaps. Sometime in the beginning of November this past year, I barebacked two other Mexican guys in Tijuana. One a 6’1’’, 120 pound 21 with a nice cock, and the other a 27 year old escort about 5’7’’ with the greatest ass in the world to fuck! I got an email from one anonymous guy saying he was HIV Positive. I was not sure who it was from, so I corresponded with him. He told me how many times he had been to the apartment and what had occurred. He told me to go to a doctor to be checked, which I did not do. Shortly afterwards I received another e-mail asking asking me if I was devastated by the news. Frankly, I wasn’t. I had my computer friend trace the email of this anonymous guy and Eric. My friend found they came from the same place. I knew Eric was poz and that I might be poz also, although I hadn’t had a test in 6 years. And I didn’t care if I had a test now or not. I just wanted to fuck more and more. About two months later I was at the doctor’s because I had come down with syphilis from one of the two guys in November. The doctor said I should get a test for hiv. I did, it came back positive. Now I know I am poz. I wonder for how long and how many other guys who love 8 cut inches of raw cock and cum in their ass I pozzed up. HOT! Fucking HOT! Well at least I can take credit for pozzing the 21 year old escort boy Eric, and I am sure there are a few other escorts and non-escorts who I have converted.
