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Coming to Austin with my bud. Looking for toxic fucks. We will hit the bath house but get there on the 30th so a little pregame. Love to slam. Slam your full blown aids blood, better. Hit me up and lets swap strains. I know there has to be some nasty pigs up there to play with.
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I’d been going to the baths in the early ‘80s for a few months before I discovered the best place in the house to cruise for a sure fuck and load up my hungry hole: the dark room in the back. It took me a while to realize that was where all the horny guys with skinny, wasted bodies and KS lesions were hanging out – in the darkness, where they could hide their disease and still connect for anonymous sex. I was young fresh meat, and it wasn’t long after stepping into the shadows until a sexual predator with AIDS was pulling me into a narrow space, pinning me against the wall and shoving his tongue down my throat in a wet, sloppy kiss. His dick was already rock hard and dripping poison, and I couldn’t wait to drop to my knees and make love to that deadly piece of meat. After a few minutes, I was back up on my feet and making out with my soon-to-be breeder, kissing him deeply and licking the KS lesions on his neck chest. My body tensed when I felt his bony fingers probing my butt while we kissed, because I knew it wouldn’t belong before he spun me around and shoved his dick deep inside my unlubed cunt. No matter how many guys took me this way, the first thrust was always a shock,and he put his bony hand over my mouth to stifle the moans while he stabbed and drilled inside my guts. I knew that he would never stop and pull out without impregnating me, and it was so fukkin hot knowing that our love-making would end with him planting his seed inside my body, the way men are meant to fuck and breed. When he finally slammed his cock deep inside and shook as his balls emptied their toxic sperm into my guts, I felt a deep sense of connection, joy and satisfaction in knowing that I was serving my life purpose – to be a carrier and guardian for his DNA long after he was gone and to breed new strains with as many poz men as possible. We continued to kiss and make out while he worked his seed into my guts with his dick before sliding out of my bloody, freshly tainted hole. After a while he left, but by then another poz predator already had my body in his grip, and my night of ecstasy was just beginning.
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It’s always great to run into a fuck bud as soon as I get to the baths whom I can fuck right away and then chill for a bit before a night of breeding and swapping poz sperm. One of my buds, Steve, came up to me before I could even undress, kissed me deep and pulled my hand to his raw hole. Jizz was practically gushing out of his cunt, and we went directly to his room, where he’d been taking loads for hours. I stripped, pushed his legs back over his shoulders and saw that his cunt was a juicy fukkin rosebud. I shoved my tongue deep inside, releasing copious amounts of pure poz sperm that was lightly tinted with blood and heated to 98.6 degrees. I slurped as much as I could and smeared more over my lips and tongue, so that we could kiss and snowball while I fucked and filled him with my own toxic spunk. I churned the batter for a while before going back down on his ass, and the mixture that flowed into my mouth was so thick that I could feel and taste every individual tainted sperm on my tongue. I gave him one more load, kissed him deeply and left his room naked with cum dripping from my mouth and my fat dick. My night of poz swapping was off to a great start.
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Mnversguy81 on barebackrt, need to either bus to your place or get picked up. Rode down with friends, staying right off of Hwy 169 and Cedar Park Rd. Lkg for a host to put my ass to use at his place or at the Warehouse party, or a twisted perv to go online and pimp me out to anon men that pick me up on the street or in the parking lot, and take me wherever... use me along the way then drop me at another's... Lkg to have vid taken of my tight neg hole getting torn up by a spit-lubed raw poz cock, while restrained... being told what a sick horny fag I am, and since I was such a dumbfucking slut for cum, that he's going to give my hole what it's asking for and convert it with hot toxic loads to turn me into a dirty poz cumslut to be used anytime anywhere, and eager to please dirty diseased cocks and keep my hole getting bugged up more and more... One on one is fine, or a neg guy that is just turned on by the fantasy is more than welcome to set something pervy up, for that he can watch me peform his dark desires... Up for meeting up in a public area, rest room or parking garage, or stairway for a risky anon raw pump and dump. Let me know.
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Just for today, just for the holiday: It's not hard, he thinks, seducing these neg only safe-sex only clean cut types. Just lie to them. Tell them what they want to hear, say, "Yes, I'm clean and disease free" (Technically HIV is not a disease, it's a virus). Smile in your pictures a little mysteriously and nod at all the right moments, "Yes, I always practice safe-sex" (What does that mean anyway...like if we don't end up knifed to death...that's safe sex right...?). Start in quick but subtle with the ever tried and true, "So what kind of porn do you like? I love XXX and ZZZ" (bareback only studios that are poz-friendly). "Yeah, they're awesome..." "Yeah, bareback is the best." "Yeah..." They're mine...all the time. It's so easy to invite them over and have them look and stare and think, "He's so nice," and smile broad and say, "Come inside, the bedroom is this way," Leading them easily over and over again, into the bedroom, "Make yourself comfortable and take off your clothes." Casually do the same, and look at the monitors playing porn then say, "So what kind of guys do you like." Do the my type and your type game for a bit and then just nod slightly and kick back in bed and led the clumsy foreplay begin. Let them trip over themselves over and over again as they try to impress you and just keep glancing back and forth to the screens of porn and then chuckle aloud and say, "I've got something for you to try." Reach to the side of your bed and pull out that glass pipe and a micro torch and smile as you heat the pipe just so and then hit it just right, watch their eyes grow big and they never say anything contrary. Exhale a perfect white cloud of that fucking fantastic smoke and then pass them the pipe and say, "Here, hold it in your mouth like this," as you position the pipe in their mouth, and finally say, "I'll light it for you, just inhale when I say so." They barely nod but you can sense their excitement bleeding into the air. Heat the pipe again and then when that white smoke starts to rise to the top, say, "Hit it." Always "hit it" because that sets them up to fall so far down they won't ever hit the ground. And then ya just let the white smoke do its magic. Pretty soon Mr. I'm Safe Sex Only guy is on his back with his eyes dilated with fuck-lust saying, "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!" And it's hot because he's so straight-arrow clean-cut nicely dressed jock guy...with an ass so wet you can stick your raw cock in it at any moment. So you do while you hit the pipe and let him watch you in awe as you take the hit and slide into him and fuck him hit after hit. You fuck him doggy and sitting so that he can take some hits as well...you are after all, generous to a fault. It's so natural to just ask him, "You want me to knock you up? You want me to poz you?" It's so natural for him to say, "Yes. Breed me. Please breed me." So you do, and you smile as his pupils dilate and he smiles feeling your toxic seed spraying inside him and you both gasp and then you smile when he reaches for the pipe and asks you to help light the pipe. "Of course," you say. What else would an incubus do?
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Central Lancs sub need Breeding with anything you got and new poz strains in my veins. No limits take everything thats Fisted,Fucked or slammed into my veins. Can accom genuine guys who understand a Breeding sluts mind and is hungry to exploit that and Breed me no limits . Longterm regular SEssions or one offs. Do vids ,pics 121 or group after initial Breeding Sesh .
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Will be in the Miami area looking for those ROUGH, NASTY/SLEAZY pig raping tops. Email changelingdmv at gmail. -
Here is another hot HIV conversion story from the old bugshare site I am posting here for my bareback blog readers. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/conversion-story.html .......................... I was cruising at a porn shop and locked eyes with this cute boy. He was Hispanic, 5'8”, 160, with dark hair and innocent saucer eyes. He looked young—too young to be in a video arcade. He arched his brows and smiled at me. “How’s it going?” I inquired. “Okay.” “First time here?” “Yeah.” “You into guys?” Although the brevity of his replies made it difficult to read much into his comments, I was able to determine that my bluntness had taken him by surprise, but I was still encouraged: his bulging crotch belied his innocence. “Depends.” “Depends on what?” “The guy.” “Been in the back yet?” He shook his head. “Let’s get some tokens, and I’ll show you round.“ We went into the back video area. It was dark and we could hear moaning cumming from the booths—not all was soundtrack. A variety of guys loitered in the hall and insolently stared at us. I walked into to a glory hole booth and the youth followed me into the cubicle. I told him to lock the door and feed in some tokens. Scenes of engorged young boys fucking and sucking flickered across the screen. He sat close to me, so close I felt his body heat. I placed my hand upon his knee and massaged his inner thigh. His gaze was frozen to the tube, embarrassed by my wantonness. “Been with a man before?” “No” he shook his head. “Wanna try it?” “Yeah.” That was all I needed. I pulled his shirt off, kissing him on the lips and licking his nips till he was moaning. Simultaneously I undid his jeans. His hard cock jetted out below his briefs. His pants and jockeys fell to his ankles while I held poppers beneath his nose. “What's that?” “Aroma therapy—relaxes you.” He sniffed big time. You could tell how much he wanted to “RELAX.” I sat back on the bench and pulled off my clothing. His eyes popped when he spied my massive meat. “Wanna taste it?” He nodded. Gently but persuasively I pressed him down upon my rod. Another dick popped through the glory hole. “Suck It. Suck It all.” He apparently needed some inducement, so I gave him another hit of poppers. He took the cock down his hungry throat. I encouraged him, saying ”It’s okay. It’s safe in here. Mostly Bi’s and married guys. You needn’t worry.” I bent down to rim his ass. Naturally, he moaned in pleasure. I doused his crack with lube and, with some maneuvering, managed to rub my cock against his hole, slowly, very slowly pushing in. The cock on which the kid was sucking abruptly spasmed, and I was pleased to see the boy cough a bit: he had swallowed his first load. Another cock came his way. This time he showed no reticence. As his lips parted, I plowed his ass and plunged into his pussy. He groaned and twitched, but made no effort to push me out of his hole. I speared his cunt and pumped my deadly jizm into his rectal cavity. Preoccupied, he took no notice. I encouraged him to take one load of venom after another. Within an hour, he’d become a total pig. Mission accomplished, I dressed, unlatched the door, and peered out, and immediately spotted a guy with whom I had played. It was Rod, a poz black dude. I waved him in. He whipped out his infected shaft and slid into the boy. I whispered to the neophyte I had to go, and thanked him for the fuck. He groped me one more time and kept on sucking. Hunched over the bench, he took the large black poz cock up his man cunt and a dick of unknown status down his gullet. Rod stuck around to watch the action. I exited the booth, leaving the door wide open to a queue of would-be tops. A few weeks later I saw Rod at the local bath house. He mentioned in passing the youth had stayed until 3:00 A.M. and taken eight loads up the ass, and a dozen down his throat. As I made the rounds, I smiled, thinking how I would greet the young guy when I next saw him. Maybe Welcome to the club, boy!
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This story is an oldy but goody from the old bugshare site. ................. I visited my old college roommate and his wife. We’d always been close. I had gone to their wedding. They gave birth to their Son the same year we graduated—named the Kid after me. We've stayed in touch over the years. The Kid grew into a strapping young man, a fine looking youth, 5’10”, 160, ever so slightly effeminate. Great tan—but that was to be expected—they lived in Tucson. To resolve your prurient interests—NO, I DID NOT FUCK HIM IN FRONT OF HIS PARENTS—it got better than that. I ran into the Kid at the Gay bar I frequent when I’m in town. To say that we were surprised to see each other was an understatement. I looked away—giving him the option to flee undetected; but, instead, he came over to talk to his “Uncle”. “Surprised to see you here, Uncle Ken.” “The feeling is mutual, Joey.” “Come here often?” "Almost daily since I turned 21. Does my Dad know you're Gay?" "Ever since College. How about you?" “Both Mom and Dad know.” What I never told anyone was my Status. That was for me to know and the World to find out. “Did you guys ever Play?" "A little, but I liked your Mom, so I let him date her; and look what happened….” I stared down at his crotch.” He blushed. “Joey, are you Bi or Gay?” "Gay. Actually I prefer older guys like yourself. I don't go for the college crowd or married dudes.” I got to thinking how hot it would be to Fuck my Namesake, the Son of my Old College Buddy. Serve him right for marrying that stupid Bitch. POZ HIM, if I really got lucky. Joey finished his drink, swirling his glass so the ice cubes collided and tinkled. My move. "Like to stop over my hotel?" "Why not?” "AIDS was why not. Though I wasn’t about to admit it. No sooner did we get in the door, than he stripped off his clothes. I did the same. We scooted onto the bed and kissed and embraced. He had a lovely tight ass that begged to be fucked. And I was just the guy to accommodate him. He went down on my dick, sucking and swallowing. All I had to do was lean back and enjoy it. When he came up for a kiss, I couldn't help wonder if he’d ever think of me as just “Uncle” again. And me? What was I thinking? Dammed if I wasn’t determined to give him the Death Fuck. It’d be so hot—screwing this little Faggot I’d known since Diapers. He kissed me, working my nips. I gave him the Judas kiss. He was already rock hard, no doubt fantasizing about my Death Stick. He lavished spit on my shaft, mouthing my balls, tonguing my hole, till I couldn’t take anymore. "I wanna suck you, Joey.” "I’d rather get fucked, Uncle Ken. I've only been screwed by young kids and strangers. Now I wanna get fucked by my own flesh and blood.” Though I wasn’t related, he’d cum regard me as Family, and was begging for it. That absolved me of guilt for what might be forthcuming. I’d been seduced. So I gave him the cushiest Rimming of his whole Fuckin’ Life. It drove him Bananas. He was so up for his Daddy-Fuck, that he moaned and begged me to Screw him. So I lifted his legs and plunged in. It was CRAZY—WONDERFUL—ECSTATIC—POZZING THE SON OF MY EX-LOVER—infecting his AssCunt, his Blood, with my Venomous Precum, contaminating his Gonads with Death and Disease. I fucked him without mercy. The little Shit didn't even ask about Condoms. He just let me Fuck him, with nary a whimper! His younger boy lovers must have thrown him off guard. Maybe he was even a Chaser! I didn't go there. I pounded away for 10 minutes and asked him how he was doing, though I could tell from his moans and the way I assaulted his Prostrate, he was doing just fine. "Shoot your Load in me, Uncle Ken. Make me your Slut!" “My pleasure, Joey.” I was getting hornier by the second. Had not the little Fucker begged me to do him? Was it not my obligation and duty to screw up his Puny Existence? Suddenly I was back in College where I’d given four of my cohorts the Syph. None of them figured out it was me. I smiled as I watched them traipse back from the Clinic, humiliated, declining my solicitations for sex. I'd done that for the Hell of It—like I was doing it now. Only Syph wasn’t fatal. This would be, I vowed. About that time I exploded in his gut with what must have been my Biggest Load ever. I could tell from his Tightness that he hadn’t Fucked much—which improved my chances of Bruising him up—which enhanced the odds for Infection—which caused me to spasm long after I’d shot. Besides, he’d been violently bucking back on my Shaft, which could only help matters. And when I exploded, he spewed his own fucking Load all over our stomachs and chests. "Sorry I couldn't hold back, Uncle Ken." "That's all right, Joey,” I gasped, as I lapped up what I could and sucked the rest off my fingers. The last Neg load of this poor Motherfucker was important to my Bug-ravaged psyche. I made no effort to pull out, and let my diseased cum incubate in the dark, fertile warmth of his AssCunt. He, likewise, made no attempt to withdraw. He just kept his Ass plastered back on my Cock, clenching his Sphincter, milking every last venomous drop from my Shaft. "Can you cum again?" "Want me to?" "Yeah. I love being fucked—by my Uncle.” I hadn't lost the Erection that had seeded him—the most significant Fuck of his Life. He rocked back and forth on my Dick. It wasn't long till I spasmed again; and spewed forth a second, less generous, but equally toxic Load. He was working his own Shaft by then, beating it hard, his breath cumming in gasps, so I slipped my lips over his piss-slit as his Cream gushed down my throat. After a lingering, passionate kiss, a thick rope of Cum tethered his lips to mine. Joey was full of surprises. "You’re POZ, aren’t you, Uncle Ken?" "How’d you know?” "Just a guess, really. You’re older; been Fuckin’ longer than me; had plenty of time to get POZZED. Did you give me the Bug?" "You know it. Whether I’ve POZZED you or not is a different story, but I've bred others on the First Fuck." "I'm not exactly a Chaser. But I'm glad it was you. I like keeping the Shit in the Family." There again was a reference to that flesh-and-blood stuff. Even I might begin to believe it. After all, they say POZZED BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER. "If you take good care of yourself, you’ll last 20 years. You’ll cycle through Meds, until they all stop working. You’ll lose weight, grow weak, get hospitalized; and that’s it. Then all you can do is rely on the others you’ve POZZED to carry on the Tradition. That’s why GIFTING is so important.“ "Mom and Dad will assume it was one of my ANONYMOUS TRICKS. But I don’t look at it your way. I figure, in 20 years, there’ll be a CURE. I got no worries.” "Yeah, maybe so," I affirmed, not terribly convinced. The Kid struck me as one who might never take Meds, in which case he didn’t have 20 years. Meanwhile, I was like floating on Cloud Nine—I’D JUST BUGGED MY EX-LOVER’S OFFSPRING. Served him right for fuckin’ that Bitch. I wondered how many of my other ex’s had Scions that needed attention. I was hard again by the time he walked out the door. We had lunch the next afternoon, and I sat adjacent to Joey who tried to play Footsy under the table. On the way out, he whispered he’d stop by that evening. The rest of the day I basked in the glow of AIDS FUCKS—PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. I had a Client to prepare for, but let it slide, alternately dozing and watching TV, till there came a knock at the door. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/help-my-bareback-blog-get-noticed-click.html
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Ok guys, we don't talk much on here about sex toys, but I for one am a fan. But then I had a weird experience. I stored two dildos together for a few months in the same bag. One was an Oxballs silicone dildo (I paid $130 for this gem), the other was a Fort Troff Sticky Bomb 6.5, made of PVC according to their web site (I paid $40 for this one). When I took them out of the bag, there was black goo all over both of them. Where the two had touched, the silicone dildo had melted away into a gooey mess. I tried to clean it up, but the part of the silicone dildo where the two had touched had become sticky and still seemed to ooze black goo. I was perplexed, so I contacted the place I'd bought the Oxballs silicone one and Fort Troff via email. Here's what Fort Troff had to say: Some toys have a negative effect when they come in to contact with other toys. It's the materials that they are made out of. There is unfortunately not a 100% way to know which toys can come into contact with each other. We provide bags for each toys that we sell for our customers to store the toys in. You should always store them apart from each other or in separate bags. OK, that was vague, and I didn't get a bag in my order, nor did I get any storage instructions or warning about any possible "negative effect" of toys coming in contact with each other. Then I got a helpful message from Ox via the reseller I'd bought the silicone toy from... ...sometimes certain plastics, like the really smelly vinyl toys or clear jelly toys, (not TRP like we make) will melt the surface of other plastics or silicones… PVC (vinyl) should not be used as a toy unless you put a rubber over it, btw, it is not approved by any FDA in any country for use on skin or in the body, if a toy has that new car smell, it is toxic… I checked my Fort Troff Sticky Bomb and sure as hell it reeked of "new car smell". And I hadn't been using a condom over it. Egad, is this thing I'd been sticking up my butt toxic? So I did a little research online. And I quickly learned that sex toys are unregulated, and there has been quite a bit written on PVC toys and the dangers of the phthalates that are used to make them translucent and soft. The most damning was this article from the Village Voice back in 2007: Dangerous Dildos. In the article the author has this to say: ...many toy manufacturers have begun advertising products as "phthalate-free." ... but dildo companies are not required to list a toy's actual ingredients. This allows the industry to provide misleading and incorrect labeling, which it routinely does, from "hypoallergenic dildos" to so-called silicone toys that aren't made of silicone. So what did I learn from this experience? 1. Don't buy house brand toys, even from a well-known shop like Fort Troff. 2. Don't store toys together. Make sure they're in separate bags (and not plastic bags, either). 3. Use water-based lube with toys, not silicone. 4. NEVER buy a toy that is made of PVC or "vinyl", since these most likely contain the phthalates that are harmful and potentially cancer-causing. Now I'm out about $190 in damaged and potentially toxic toys. I forwarded the message from Ox on to Fort Troff. I ever hear from them, I'll report back. And it will be interesting to see how they respond when they get my used Sticky Bomb dildo returned for a refund.
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I went to a gay club a few days ago because I wanted to cruise for some hot big cock studs. The club wasn't very busy so it was easy to scope for potential guys who'd want to fuck me. There was one guy who kept checking me and and I rumor was that He had a huge cock. See I go to this club regularly so I know a few of the regulars. Anyway, I needed to take a piss so headed to the toilets and went into a cubicle. As I was opening the door of the cubicle the guy who had been checking me out pushed me back into the cubicle and locked the door behind him. By the way, this guy was know to fuck everyone and anyone and rumor was that he had hiv. By this time I was already very drunk so didnt care much, I just wanted a big cock to fill up my ass! Next thing I know I am on my knees with a 23cm cock in my mouth. This cock was so thick I couldnt get my hand around it! This guy was trying to force his huge cock down my throat and make me gag! He pulled out and said to follow him, reluctantly I did so. He led me outside the club to a dark alley next to the club. He said he needed to piss and I have to take out his cock and hold it for him. After all the piss had drained from his cock I dropped to my knees and sucked the last bit of piss from his cock and really worked his cock to get it wet and slimy from all the gagging. Next he told me to get on all fours and lined his cock up with my hole. Slowly he started to force his cock in my hole. It hurt a bit but I was still so drunk and his cock was very slippery from my bj. Next he just started pounding me and saying, "You like big raw cock up your pussy, huh?" and "You want my load up your cunt you slut?". This really got me going and I started backing up and meeting his thrust with my now very sloppy and sore hole. His pace started to quicken and his grunting got louder and he really started talking dirty. "You want this big load up you pussy boy hole?" "My huge raw cock is tearing up your hole boy." He really fucked me hard now and what he said next was all that was needed for me to blow my load: "Here comes my toxic load you slut! Take my fucking poz load!" And with that he shot all his cum up my ass. He stayed in my ass and ground his cock in and out of my hole for a minute. He then got up and left without saying a word. My ass was sore and full of cum but I wanted more...
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My boy and I had a few weeks off for vacation and decided to buy a beat-to-shit car and drive cross country. We figured we'd make it to San Francisco, fuck around in some sleazy bars, and then fly home. We drove for a few days, changing off who was driving every so often. Somewhere in Iowa, my boy was driving as I was dozing. It was early evening, and I was beat, hoping to find a motel with wifi so I could log on and see if I could get some corn-fed hicks to come fill up and stretch out my boy's hole. We don't believe in condoms and sharing his sweet hole with guys, POZ or not, is my favorite thing in the world. Spit, dick, and ass. That's all we need. I guess we've both taken dozens of POZ loads and hundreds of loads we didn't ask about. We haven't been tested, but if we're not sick, it's a fucking miracle. With my eyes closed, I sensed the car coming to a halt. I opened one eye as my boy was opening his door. He said, “Gotta piss. Be right back.” We were in an empty parking lot outside of a roadside rest stop. After glancing at the clock in the radio, I went back to sleep figuring we'd be on our way in a bit. I was woken by the sound of a motorcycle stopping. Twenty minutes had gone by. I opened my eyes in time to see a tall hunky redhead with a mustache hopping off his bike. Sexy sunglasses, leather boots and jacket, tight jeans, the works. I wondered what could possibly be keeping my boy? I dozed off again for about five minutes, and noticed the motorcycle was still there. I figured I could piss too, so I headed in. I headed in to a dimly fluorescent-lit tiled room with a filthy piss trough, a leaky sink, and one big stall. I didn't hear anything, so I thought I'd investigate the stall. When the plywood door swung open, there was my slutty boy on his knees, jeans at his ankles, quietly sucking the motorcycle stud's cock for all he was worth. The fucker still had his sunglasses on too. The stud didn't seem bothered by the arrival of a new-cummer. He was pulling my boy's hair, skull fucking his face. “You want some of this?,” he asked. “Hell, I can have it anytime I want. He's my boy,” I replied. He must have though I meant my son. He quickly pulled my boy's head off his huge spit-slick cock and said, “Shit, man! I'm sorry. I didn't know.” “Didn't know what? That I get off watching him take stranger's cum?” With that, he smiled, and went back to face-fucking my boy slut. I wriggled my jeans down and started nursing my cock to full hardness. I bent down and after rearranging my boy, stuck my tongue as far up his hole as possible, working in two, then three, then four fingers. I figured this guy's thick cock would delight my boy more if he was properly stretched out. My own cock was drooling it's own questionable juice, so I scooped up a bit in my hand and asked, “You want this up his hole or on your meat?” He pulled my boy off and lubed up his already-wet cock with my juice. He swung my boy around so he could get at his loosened hole. “Want me to bag up,” he said as he grinned. “What for? Got anything we should know about?” “Uh, yeah.” “Can't be something he doesn't already have. Stick it in.” That was all the invitation this stud, who was infected with -BLANK-, needed. In one thrust, his beer-can thick cock was balls deep in my boy's hole. He squirmed with delight as the guy thrusted in and out, over and over, faster and faster. My boy was trying to blow me but was having such a good time, it was all he could do to hold himself up and off the filthy tiled floor. I pulled back to enjoy the view, slowly jerking myself as I watched this fucker go to town on my boy's sensitive vulnerable raw hole. The stud took raised his sunglasses to his forehead with one hand, revealing the sexiest clear blue eyes I've ever seen. He looked directly at me and asked, “Can I breed him?” “What the fuck do you think?” The stud's thrusts got faster and faster and he finally lunged forward, loading my boy's hole up with some unknown sort of toxic spooge. As soon as he stopped shuddering, my boy swung around to clean off his poisoned dick. Not knowing what the stud had made it so hot to watch as my boy licked off his own ass juices and toxic cum. I shoved my dick as deeply as it would go into my boy's wrecked pussy and came after a few intense seconds, forcing the stranger's load deeper and deeper into my boy's guts. I pulled up my jeans as the stranger did the same. He leaned forward, grabbed the back of my neck, and forced his tongue down my throat. I nearly came a second time. He looked directly into my eyes and whispered, “Hope you guys have a good doctor. You're going to need it.” With that, he pulled away, put his sunglasses back on, and strode out of the stall. I smiled at my boy, curled up on the cold tile, legs spread wide, shoving four fingers in his drippy hole as he brought himself to climax, covering his tight abs and chest with his own questionable cum. I picked him up, and helped him dress, not letting him clean off or wash up. I scooped my boy up in my arms and brought him back to the car. I poured him into the back seat and started the engine. I noticed a piece of paper that had been shoved under the windshield wipers. In barely-legible script was written, “that was hot. your boys hole milked out a toxic aids load. should i have told you first?” Hell no. Breed first, ask questions later.- 14 replies
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So I noticed a hung, hot, poz top online for a while. He's exactly my type: 45, muscular, 9"c and loves to fuck. I hit him up this morning and offered my hole (neg, last test) to him. He accepted my offer so I went over to his place. There was absolutely no small talk. I walked in. We went directly to the bedroom and stripped. He stretched out on the bed naked and I went to work on his cock. He fingered my hole while I was getting his cock ready. Since he loves to rim, he told me to get on all 4s. He went back and rimmed my hole for like 5 minutes while I continuously hit poppers. Without any signal he stood up and shoved the full 9" up my tight ass. I squirmed but he held me down and slowly started moving it around. I reminded myself that this was what I was there for, and hit the poppers again. I loosened-up and he fucked my hole for what seemed hours, saying stuff like "I'm gonna shoot this toxic seed deep in your hole." I begged him to breed me. His cock got rigid and he started slamming into my hole as his poz cum hit the insides of my ass. He whispered "do you feel my seed, baby?" "Yes" I replied, as he kept pumping it into me. We had no small talk, just got dressed and left. His load is still in me, and I'm savoring it!
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I tied him face-down to the bed, his wrists to the headboard and his feet to the posts at the end of the bed. I waited until he awoke around 4:00 A.M. I was coked-out of my head at this point. I snickered as he, not knowing his fate was soon to be sealed, struggled against his bonds. "Raise up your chest" I commanded. "Don't try to speak. That's a ball gag in your mouth, asshole." He continued to writhe on the bed, trying get loose. "My problem is I put people up on pedestals. I shouldn't. People always let me down. Like you Dan. You totally let me down." I had caught Dan fucking Professor Rob Case. Rob is a professor who tormented me for the past two years of college. For Dan to sleep with Rob was the ultimate betrayal. "Dan, before I leave you forever, do you want me to fuck you one last time? This is your last chance. You won't see me again. Nod if you want my cock." Dan nodded, blinking tears from his eyes. He presumably loved me, notwithstanding his betrayal. Dan and I met at a Gay Straight Alliance meeting at the University. We went on a few dates. Dan pushed me for sex whereas I kept pushing him away. I'm poz and I thought he would dump me if he knew my status. One day after a tense make out session, he told me he knew I was poz. He had found my profile on BBRT. He told me that he was falling for me. He wanted me inside him even if it meant using a condom. And so we began dating. Things were good up until yesterday when I found him with Rob's cock buried in his ass. See, Dan wanted bare cock. He just didn't want my poisoned bare cock. "Raise your body up Dan." With some effort Dan raises up to a semi-doggie position. I cut his underwear off and roughly tore his shirt from his body. Under his chest I place an empty matchbox. Using gloved hands I place a Death Stalker scorpion in the box. I had purchased it from a lab student who had kept it as a pet. "Dan, you're going to be poisoned one way or the other. I am gonna fuck you hard. Fuck you painfully." Then I took a toothbrush and scraped it in-and-out of his hole. Dan screamed in pain. The scorpion rustled in the box. As Dan screamed, I slapped his ass and forced him to inhale poppers. "I'm gonna fuck you bare, Dan. I'm gonna cum in your bleeding hole. I'm gonna soak your asshole with my poison seed. If you don't want my poisoned seed, all you have to do is lay down on the bed and taken the sting of that scorpion. If you elect the scorpion, I'll stop, and walk out that door forever. You can get sick and possibly die from the sting of the scorpion or you can take my gift and die years from now. Your choice." At this point I prod his hole with my thick 8 inches. I spit on the tip of my dick and in his bleeding ass. This is all the mercy I afforded him. I pushed my cock to his ass crack. He backed slighlty onto my dick til the head popped-in. I could feel him wince. Then I pulled out. I then smashed my cock's full length up Dan's asshole, causing him to scream into the ball gag. I fucked him brutally for an hour. I fucked him while he wept. I fucked him while I thought of the future we could have had. I fucked him and thought of the future that awaited him. I fucked him hard, and I feel my balls contract as I spewed my toxic load deep inside him. I put all of my weight on him, easing-up just as his stomach comes close to the scorpion box and he screams through the ball gag. I churned the toxins in his ass, and I twisted his tits. I could feel him spasm as he violently came on the bed and possibly into the matchbox, presumably angering its occupant. I fingered his torn asshole, showing him the mixture of cum and blood on my finger. I slipped off the ball gag out of his mouth, and cleaned my finger off in his mouth. I then replaced the gag and before he gagged. "Good boy - just to let you know, I haven't been taking my meds. You have a very toxic load in your hole, baby." I took the gag out of his mouth once more, kissing him fully on the lips. The kiss was reciprocated. "I thought for sure you would choose to get stung, baby. Even if just from the brutal fuck. You are stronger than I thought." "Untie me you son of a bitch. I would have let you fuck me bareback before. It was your choice not mine." "I love you. Don't you see? Don't be angry, baby. You're the one who fucked around on me." "Please take that thing out from under me, please!" "I wish I could baby. I wish." I placed the ball gag back into his mouth, and kissed him on his eye lids. Then I dressed and walked-out the door - forever. As I closed the door I wondered how long he would last in that position and almost expected to hear his muffled scream as I hit the cool morning air.
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This bear lives in Reading (hour west of Philly). Looking for a regular fuck bud or buds for some hot fun. Fuck my hairy bear hold and leave your toxic load in me or bring a friend to fuck in deeper. Must Love to Kiss. My dick is hard wired to my lips, kissing gets me HOT. Hit me up guys. Really need that hot seed in me.
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Hey Guys To all of you who were playing in the back room of the Chicago Cell Block 11/6/99. I hope you had as much fun as I did. Let's try to repeat it this week. For those who weren't there it was a sexually charged night. The room was filled with hot sleazy sex (mostly dick suckin') when I got there. I have gotten a reputation for being a bareback fuck hole so it didn't take long to get my night off to a great start. As soon as a good looking dick was behind me I dropped my pants lubbed up my hole, and took a hit of poppers. I felt the guy fingering my hole and his dick soon followed. After he dumped a load it wasn't long before another cock took his place. One of the regulars that knows my hole came up to me while I was getting plowed and asked me how I like this guys cock that was hangin near me. The thing was huge. I said "fuck yeah". He said the guys was lookin to bareback a hole. As soon as the guy that was fuckin me was done creamin in me. I turned and let the huge dicked stud at my now juicy hole. After he was finished I hung around strokin' my dick waiting for the next cum donor. In addition to "other things", I was high on the energy of the night. I faded in and out through out the night. But I do remember some real hot studs plowin me. A buddy of mine who saw me in action said he counted at least 8 guys in me in the brief 30 minute period he was there. One guy dumped 3 loads in me. One right after another. After he got done with me there was a guy wrapping his arms around me and slipping his tongue down my throat. I felt something at my hole. It was his beer bottle. He brought it back to his mouth and took a swig. When I figured out what he was up to I pushed some hot cum from my hole into the bottle. He lifted the bottle back to his mouth and got a good wad of spunk in his belly. Another high point of the night was when an incredibly hot dude was pounding the hell out of me (so hard I had to grab a near by pole to keep from falling over) a hot "daddy" asked me if that cock felt good in my ass. When I replied "fuck yeah" he said "when he's finished I have a load for you too". As near as I can recall I took in the neighborhood of 12 loads up my ass and one down my throat. All in all one of the best nights I've had in long time. Thanks to all the guys that left there DNA in me. I hope we can do it again real soon (like this Sat). Let's build a mutant HIV strain in my hole. Maybe more of you hot poz barebackers will cum and join in. I've attached a PIC so you'll know this pig hole when you see it. I'm also a little more "pumped" since these pictures were taken. Till then David
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Well, the Gay Cinema certainly works for me. It was a hot afternoon, and I got there about four. Rather than take a seat, I stood at the back. This guy, 25 or so, pudgy, shaved head, with really dark circles under his eyes, kept turning around to look at me. There was something sexy about the Guy. I kept thinking, 'That Dude is POZ!' After a while he got up, walked over, and stood beside me. Casually I stepped closer so that our bodies touched. Next thing I knew he was caressing my Ass. We kissed while he unzipped and pulled out his long, thin, banana-shaped Dick. I knelt down to suck it, and he ran his hand inside my briefs. Quick to accommodate, I unbuckled and rummaged around for my trial size KY. Excited, I squeezed too hard and gobs of gel exploded all over my Buttocks. No matter. I leaned over a seat back; and, with no qualms nor Condom, he slid in. I hit my Poppers as he fucked me, and 5 or 6 guys turned to watch. He lost control. "Was that Hot Cum?" "Yeah, really, really Hot Cum," he responded. "HOT like in HIV?" I stuck my tongue between his lips. "More like HOT as in AIDS." "Really? You don't show it." "Looks are deceiving. Besides, it's dark in here." I remembered the dark circles under his eyes. I felt really slutty standing there, trou down around my ankles, his POZ Cum dripping from my Ass. He pushed me back down, and I sucked his Dick. He spread my Ass Cheeks. One of the voyeurs took up the invite, and another raw Cock entered my Ass. The new guy plowed in and out while Pudge ran his fingers through my hair and I sucked his Cock. The Fucker was about to cum. "Ask him if he's POZ," I whispered. "Don't worry, Dude," the Fag overheard. "I'm POZ enough for you." I glanced back to see his emaciated face contort with pleasure as he shot in me. When the Wastrel withdrew, Pudge pulled me against him. Lubed by the two Loads dripping from my Cunt, his thin, curved Rod slid in to the hilt. He ground his hips against my buttocks to meld the Toxic Loads into my Pussy before he shot a second time. "You OK?" he asked with concern. I was in Heaven.- 4 replies
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I’ve been an unrepentant barebacker all my life, even after I tested poz more than 20 years ago. I was 100 percent bottom until about eight or nine years ago, when I discovered the pleasures of breeding men – especially younger guys, whom I feel a special obligation to impregnate with my poz seed for the next generation of pigs. Even though I’m mostly top now, I’m always ready to flip and surrender my hole to other poz/AIDS brothers who will recharge and strengthen my seed. My dick gets rock hard and drips when I think about the hot time I had with a guy I met on the Web several years ago. His name was Alex, and we made a date to meet on one of my semi-regular trips back to my hometown. He said he had full-blown AIDS, and he was looking for pigs who would continue to carry and spread his strain after he croaked. I assured him I’d spread his strains to hundreds of other raw pigs. I explained to him that I have a twisted obsession with poz seed and that nothing gets me hotter than swapping tainted fluids with other poz pigs. He was flattered that I wanted to take and transmit his DNA to the next generation. I went straight to his place after checking into my hotel, and I can still remember how hot he looked when he opened the door, naked except for an open bathrobe. Alex was white, late 40s, 6-foot-2 and about 150 pounds of extremely lean muscle and veins. He had a full, thick black moustache that dominated the sunken cheeks on his gaunt face. His cock was 7 inches, thick and heavy like mine, with a huge mushroom head pierced by a PA. He pulled me to him, twisted my pig tit and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, and I sucked the taste of beer and cigarettes in his spit. I stripped immediately and couldn’t wait to get his loads inside me. I dropped and took his cock in my mouth, making love to his death tool. I’m not much into oral sex (I prefer a hot mouth on my nipples), but knowing his balls and dick carried the juice that I desperately craved drove me mad with lust, and I worshipped him like a god. I gave myself in complete submission, ready, willing and hoping to do anything he asked in return for the unholy privilege of receiving his toxic cum in my guts. Although he’d stopped taking HIV meds about a year earlier, Alex said he needed Viagra to fuck. So while we waited for his dick to get hard, I gladly fucked him and added my strains with his own death cells inside his guts. Although he was taller than me, I had at least 30 pounds of muscle on him, and I easily pinned him to the bed as I wedged my fat dick into his extremely tight hole. We made love, with lots of kissing and talking nasty about AIDS and death, and I didn’t pull out until I’d dumped three loads of my own dirty seed into his guts. Some of it spilled out when I pulled my cock out of him, so I felched it and fed it back to him in a fucking deep, hot kiss. By that time, Alex’s own death tool cock was rock hard. I jumped in his sling, and he aimed his PA directly at my own rarely fucked hole. Using only spit, he slowly but insistently pushed his whole cock into me. It burned like hell, and I knew he was tearing tissue as started pumping. After about 10 minutes we moved from the sling back to the bed so we could kiss more easily while he shared his gift with me. I noticed something red on his dick, and I reached down and fingered my hole to confirm I was bleeding. Strung out on poppers and lust, I begged Alex to ram his dick back inside me, which he did. I don’t get fucked often and it was all I could do to withstand his assault, but the knowledge that he was already dripping deadly precum into my bloodstream only made me hungry for more. We were drenched in sweat and the smell of poppers as he pumped my cunt for another 15 minutes, sharing lots of deep kisses and twisted talk about worshipping AIDS. Finally, my new lover spewed a huge load of his death seed deep into my guts. The intense connection we shared was overwhelming, like a true spiritual experience, and I remember wishing I could die right there as his spasming cock still spewing poison into me. When Alex finally pulled out, my muscle cunt clamped tight to keep his death juice deep inside. I greedily licked the remnants of cum and blood from his dick and shared the precious mixture with him in lots of deep kisses. I spent the night at his place, where we got high on beer, pot, piss and AIDS lust. He dumped three more loads in my hole and I gave him two more of my own seed to share with other pigs. I don’t know if he did: I heard from another bud that Alex died two weeks later. Fortunately, he still lives deep in my sick brain and in the toxic DNA that I continue to spread to other brothers who share my dark, twisted passion.
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