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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. -
[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.
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Hi there, Asianboy! Irish here . . . You asked about Asian boys that I might have infected . . . Just thought you'd be intrigued to know I had myself a little Asian boy yesterday here at the house. I found him in the local call boy pages (Frontiers Magazine). He is 22 years old, sweet, smooth and slim, born in Japan and going to UCLA. I will see him again, I'm sure. He has a really beautiful face, very full, kissable lips, and supper soft, sweet buns. He also has a delightfully respectable hard-on! I came home yesterday from the dentist from a tooth cleaning, and I thought, "Hey, this would be a good time…." I take very opportunity I can to renew and/or share my infection, and I figured anyone with the bug would prove efficacious. So I telephoned the guy and invited him over. He's a $150 boy. I asked him over the phone if he had HIV yet, and he was super sure he didn't (yeah, right, call boy). He didn't ask me back, which I thought odd, but hey. I didn't offer the news that I was totally poz. When he got here and entered the NAKED ZONE (anything beyond the front room of the house), he stripped and almost climbed onto my dick! Guess he didn’t need lube. In any event, I was a little surprised, as I wanted to set the pace. I kissed him long and hard to take control. He just kept sucking on my mouth as if he'd never been kissed before in his life! I got him to my bed, and threw him down on his stomach with a little force (surprised him a little, I think). Immediately I started drilling his ass with my tongue just as he had been trying to tonsil-clean me a few moments before. As he spread his legs to accommodate me, I reached underneath him to feel his considerable piece. I must have made love to him from here for half an hour or so. Although I was really bent from the Novocain, I took a hit or two from the poppers I keep for special occasions like this. His ass tissues began to swell slightly from the working I was giving them, and I could see a little blood when I stopped to look. Perfect, I thought. Now onto the next step. I asked him if he liked to get FUCKED. His reply was entirely reasonable: only if he could cum down my throat later. OK, fine by me, buddy boy. Did I have condoms? Gosh, sorry, no. Fresh out. Well, OK but don't cum inside me. (Yeah right, whore boy. Don't be a whiner.) OK, I said. Would you like a small dildo to open you up? Yeah! Great! I have a ridged dildo that is super for that kind of work, as it invariably roughs up ass tissue. In a very short time, I knew for sure whose blood was spotting his pretty little hole. HIS. So I knew he was ready. I took out the dildo, then placed it at the edge of his ass, and PLUNGED it all the way back in up to the handle. He screamed (I'm not really into inflicting pain, but he was just too eager). I'm sorry baby. Daddy will be more gentle. Please don't FUCK me. No, no, Daddy will be more gentle. Of course I mounted him, nudging my cock into his hole. Now all of a sudden he wanted it and he couldn't get enough. He slid back onto my cock like he'd been waiting for it all his life. I hardly had to move! He was all rhythm and gyration and bucking and humping -- I'd created a monster! Given his chosen line of work, I suppose he probably had a natural aptitude. In any event, I must say he gave me a magnificent ride. While the poppers and stuff continued to flood my brain, I was running through my mind what to do about cumming. Part of me wanted to just let it go, and another part wanted to honor his request. Suddenly the moment was on us. I said "Here I cum!" I expected him to come sliding off me with that warning. Instead, he rammed his ass back onto my full hard cook and reached around to grab me so I couldn't pull out. Of course I exploded like I hadn’t cum in weeks! All over inside him! WHAT THE FUCK? In my post-orgasmic haze I could hardly move, particularly as I was savoring his turn of mind. At least he took the choice out of my hands. Then he turned around to look at me, and I could see that the kid was smiling broadly. WHAT THE FUCK? He pulled himself off my dick. As I reached for a cleanup towel to wipe up some cum, lube and shit, he slipped off my cock, rolled around, and laid a major lip-lock on me, breaking only to ask "You're poz, aren't you?" I couldn't figure out where the fuck his head was, but I answered honestly "I'm afraid so, baby. You didn't ask. But did tell me not to cum in your ass. What came over you?" "You really ARE poz, aren't you?" "Yes," I assured him, "Completely, guy. 100% poz." "Oh thanks, man" he murmured several times. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” "OK, baby doll. I get it." "You promised," he said. "You said I could come in your mouth." "Would that make you happy, baby doll?" Suddenly he was all commando: "BLOW ME!" I was glad to oblige, but not without a little bravado of my own. By now we were both standing. I put my hands on his chest and shoved him back onto the bed. That sort of seemed to turn him on. I was on his meat in no time. I enjoy a nice cock. He was raging hard. He hadn't cum during our magnificent fuck. Just as I was wondering 'if it hadn't been good" for him, he said "It was all I could do not to waste this when you came up my ass. But you promised me I could come in your mouth. I want it way down your throat. I want to explode in your tight places like you did in mine." OK, I thought, this is a guy I can work with! "This is the deal though, man -- you want it, you gotta work for it. I want you to FUCK my throat, just like I just fucked your ass. I want you to plow my throat while I rest on my back, with my head over the edge of a pillow here at the side of the bed. Just fuck it deep and hard, with the same kind of rhythm you liked when you got your mancunt fucked." He got into that! In no time he was exploding in my throat. As he started, he shoved it way down my gullet and just blew! It was hot for me. When he finally collapsed all over me on the bed, I gathered him into my arms and kissed him again. "You got more than you bargained for today, baby doll." "I guess so," he said. "But I didn't get anything I didn't want." I had no idea the kid was looking for seed! I thought maybe I'd surprise him with a mind fuck about infecting him, only to find out he was looking for it! He explained "I've tested neg so far. No matter how much I fuck, who I fuck with, I just always come out neg." I tried to reassure him then. "Well, baby, you've been fertilized now." I promised him my continued help if he wanted it. He smile suggested he thought that would be a great idea. Then it was my turn to demand more attention. I said, "Remember when I called you, you said you were already tanked up. How about giving me another body fluid? Can you give me a load of piss to drink?" At first he couldn’t. Frankly, I'm not sure he'd ever done it before. So we waited and cuddled. All of a sudden he was ready. I made him take a long, sweet hit of poppers, as did I. "OK, babe, let it go!" As he let his clear lovely stream flow into my mouth, I wrapped my mouth around his dick and his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. "FUCK! That's like one long run of cum! Wow! Where did you learn to do that?" he asked. My reply said it all: “experience.” Such fun. I'm certain I will see him again. How 'bout you? Anything exciting or interesting up your butt recently? Bye! Irish
