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My uncle had business on the coast of Mississippi and he offered me $200 to help him out. I didn't have a job, I needed money, and I liked being around him. He's been my father figure since I was born and we've had a special bond that I didn't understand when I was a kid. I stayed at his house every weekend throughout most of my childhood. I've been attracted to him for most of my life. When I was thirteen, I started sneaking into his bedroom every time he came in from doing yard work. While he was in the shower, I would pick his underwear off the floor and inhale his scent. I was addicted to his musk, his masculinity. He wore his clothes two sizes too small, and he was never without his well-worn John Deere baseball cap. He was a red-blooded American man and all I wanted was him. When I was sixteen, I was finally caught in the act. He went out to get breakfast and I went to his bedroom. I was sitting on the edge of his bed, his underwear pressed to my face and masturbating, when I realized he was standing there, staring at me. I froze. I was too scared to move. "Forgot my wallet," was all he said. He grabbed his wallet from the dresser without taking his eyes off me, and left. After a few minutes, I managed to finish what I was doing. He came back with breakfast and we ate. We talked about going to the lake to fish. We didn't speak of what had happened. His attitude towards me changed only for the better. We felt closer. I told him when I was eighteen that I was gay, but that wasn't entirely true. I wasn't sure what I was. I wasn't attracted to women, and the only man I was attracted to was him, but I couldn't tell him that. I didn't know how he felt and I didn't want to ruin the relationship we had. I had noticed over the past year that his body was changing. He was getting skinnier. His ass wasn't as plump as it used to be. He was still as masculine as ever, but not as built. I still wanted him. He had a dark patch on his chin that he said was just a bruise. I accepted that as truth, but I noticed that it was gone the next day, and that it looked like he had put makeup over it. It didn't take much for me to realize that he probably had AIDs. My attraction to him only continued to grow. I still wanted him, and maybe I was wrong for it, but a need started growing inside me to be just like him. I wanted whatever it was he had, whether it was AIDs or not. When we were in the car, on the way to the coast for his business trip, I would find myself staring at him. He caught me several times, and smiled at me each time. This isn't normal, I kept thinking to myself. But I knew I couldn't come back from this business trip without getting what I wanted. Diseased or not, I've wanted this man sexually for years. It was time I did something to make it happen. I may have been doubtful when I was sixteen, but I knew in my heart that it wouldn't take much to get him to make love to me. Our hotel was a sleazy, rundown joint two blocks from the coast. A couple of tractor-trailers were parked at the far end of the parking lot, and two women, who were without a doubt prostitutes, walked up-and-down the sidewalk in front of the rooms. It was just after seven in the evening when we had checked into our room. I was surprised to see only one queen-size bed, and my heart and cock danced at the possibility that seemed too good to be true. I sat on the edge of the bed. I was hungry. "Can we order pizza?" He smiled at me. "Yes. But I want you to do something for me first." "Anything." He smiled again. "Good. I want you to watch me." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Wait here for a minute and you'll see," he said. He walked out the door and a moment later he returned with one of the women. Without saying a word, he bent her over the little table by the window. He lifted her dress and made eye contact with me as he felt inside her. He didn't break eye contact even has he unbuttoned his jeans, slipped them to his knees, and put himself inside her. I was the one who broke eye contact first. My gaze fell to his ass, now starting to sag a little. A black patch decorated his right ass cheek. I sucked in air. My cock started to throb. I reached into the pair of sweat pants I was wearing and stroked myself. I met his eyes once again and he was smiling at me. "You like that?" He asked. The woman answered, but I knew he was asking me. And I knew what he was referring to. I nodded and smiled even wider. "Good. I was hoping you would." He stared at me as finished. I noticed a flash of pain on his face that lasted only a second as he came inside her. He pulled his jeans back up to his hips before she managed to turn around. He showed her the door and closed it behind her. He turned to me. "I'm hoping that was only foreplay." He was rubbing his crotch and I could see him hardening through his jeans. I stood up and took my clothes off. I looked at him. "You know I want you. I'd be surprised if you didn't." "But do you know what you're getting into?" He asked. "You're the only person I've ever asked that question. You're like a son to me. I want to know that you understand. I want to believe that you understand." I gave him a little smile. "I understand what I'm probably getting into. It doesn't take much to figure out what that black patch means. I still want you. I've always wanted you." He pulled his clothes off. There was a patch on his chest, two patches on his torso, a patch on his pelvis, and, even though I couldn't see it now, the patch on his ass that I saw earlier." "You have to promise me that I won't be the only one." "What do you mean?" I asked. "This is a brotherhood. By the time we go home, you'll be a part of a brotherhood of men who live their lives to recruit others. You have to help do that." I thought about it for a moment. If summoning up the urge to have sex with someone who wasn't him meant fulfilling a wish that I've desperately wanted to come true, I would do it. "I promise," I said. He walked over to me, bent down to meet my lips, and kissed me. He gently pushed me to my knees and rubbed his cock against my lips. He still smelled like her. It wasn't a pleasant smell. His slit was raw and oozing. I let him in my mouth and started sucking him. He moaned as I sucked him, doing my best to keep my teeth away from him. I had never sucked anyone before, and I felt like I was doing a good job. It sound like I was. I felt his hands slip under my armpits. I looked up at him and he lifted me onto the bed. Laying me down, he climbed on top of me, pressed his body against mine, and kissed me. My body was screaming with pleasure as he rubbed his cock against mine. He slid down between my legs, lifted them up, and started licking my asshole. I felt my brain popping with pleasure. He kept making me wetter with spit. He slipped a finger in, working me open. Two fingers. Three fingers. It hurt, but it felt so good. He climbed over my body and gently sat on my chest. "Get it wet." I sucked him, getting as much spit on his cock as I could. He climbed back to my legs, pushed them against my chest, and put his cock against my hole. "This will hurt at first. It won't last long. I promise." He pushed the head of his cock inside me with a little force. I yelped. He learned forward, cupping my face with his hands. "You'll be okay." I nodded, and he kissed me again. Slowly, he moved himself in, and out, and in again, until all of him was inside me. He was right. It didn't last long. Waves of pleasure crashed through me. It was bliss. It was perfect. He spent the better part of an hour slowly making love to me. His breathing started to get more rapid, his thrusts faster and harder. "This isn't the end." He said. "This is the beginning. You'll be a part of something that will connect you with men all over the world. We deserve respect, and that's what we get." His face started twisting. He was about to orgasm. He gave one last final thrust. He cried out in pain as he exploded inside me. I started to jerk my cock, but he pushed my hand away as he collapsed on top of me. He pulled himself out of me. "Men like us, we don't masturbate. We don't waste what can be given to others." He laid down next to me. "I want you to finish inside me." I climbed over to his ass. I spread his cheeks. He hole was purple and raw. There were little bumps around it. "Don't spit on it." He said. "I'll be fine without it. I promise. Just go for it." I put the head of my dick against his hole and pushed. I slid inside him with ease. I was in him for less than a minute before I started blowing the biggest load of my life. When I pulled out, I could see a small streak of blood on my dick. He rolled onto his side and pulled me to him. "I'm attracted to you as much as you are to me." He said. "I hope that we can keep doing this. Sharing our gifts is the best part of the brotherhood." I smiled at him. "Of course we can." I paused a moment. "That woman. You did that to spread the gift?" "Yes," he said. "I only hope that I gifted her and she'll spread that gift to every man that puts himself inside her." We ordered that pizza I wanted, ate dinner, and spent the night repeatedly making love to each other. When I woke up the next morning, my heart fluttered with excitement when I pissed and it burned a little. "Welcome to brotherhood." My uncle said when I told him. "It may only seem like a minor infection, but after the night we had, there's no doubt that you're a member of the pack now."
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I'm at an orgy with eight to 10 naked, sweaty men, all at least 35 or older who are long-term poz or full-blown AIDS fukkers. All of them have the look of HIV: lean arms and legs, vascular muscle, obviously sunken facial cheeks, a few even with hard Crix bellies or buffalo hump. We are meeting in play room with slings, mattresses, tubs for piss play, lots of mirrors and porn on big TV monitors. All of us are stroking our big, heavy dicks. I am here to reaffirm my twisted devotion to poz seed by formally joining the AIDS Brotherhood. The initiation begins with me sucking every man’s cock and drinking hot piss from each one. I lie in a tub, and all gather around to drench and baptize me in their toxic urine. One skinny guy even has KS lesions (a rare find with today's meds), which I lick and bathe with my tongue like a hungry dog. The air is thick and rancid with the smell of poppers, ripe pits, piss stink and cigars. One fullblown fukker is around my age but looks older from the long-term effects of smoking, drinking and AIDS. He’s skinny and has deep facial wasting, but his cock is at least eight inches, thick and capped with a fat mushroom head and a 00-gauge PA. He pulls me up out of the tub, takes a hit from his cigar and locks his lips over mind, his tongue, spit and smoke flooding into my mouth. I slurp hungrily at his mouth and go weak from the smoke and an intense desire to become impregnated with this primal animal’s dirty seed. I fall to my knees to worship his body and his disease, thrilled that he will be the first tonight to ravage my stud cunt with his lethal cock and spew poison deep inside my guts. He will be my “maker.” Since I rarely bottom, I get slammed good to prepare my mind, body and soul for ritual AIDS rape. Soon I’m in the sling, flying high and begging for cock, cum and virus like a crack whore. The fullblown fukker slams his meat into my cunt, and the other men gather around me, stroke their cocks, piss on me and down my throat while praising s@tan and asking him to accept their new sacrifice. After my AIDS breeder shoots his toxic sperm in my guts, he catches his breath while pissing inside my hole too. He pulls out his meat, and the other pigs rush to my gaping hole to drink the unholy cesspool of poison cum, chem piss and a trace of blood gushing from my cunt. I lick the mixture off of my maker’s AIDS cock, and soon a second pig steps up to continue the ritual, and I continue sucking cocks, drinking piss and babbling praise to s@tan for welcoming me to his family. After a full night of ritual breeding and orgy fucking, my maker takes me to a bathhouse for the final test of my worthiness. First, I demonstrate full submission to AIDS and s@tan by shedding all pretensions of dignity and self respect. I wear a collar and walk around fully naked on a leash as he invites strangers to cum and fuck his new slave raw. Men jump at the chance to bareback my ass, and soon I am in our large room, getting fucked with the door open and more men watching. I am bred for hours and devolve into a shameless AIDS whore. At the next brotherhood gathering, I take my place as a full-fledged AIDS brother and devoted son of s@tan. My acceptance is celebrated with an orgy, where one of the brothers has brought a twink off the street. As the newest member of the family, I am given the honor of taking his flesh first. He waits in the sling I recently occupied like helpless prey. . . .
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It's been more than a year now and I've been experimenting with bareback sex. I consider myself versatile. I love skin on skin and nothing in between. Guys seem to accept that no one uses condoms anymore. I have eliminated it totally within the course of the year and rightly so. Besides, that hype about HIV or Std. doesn't apply to me. Especially in my rural location. Though it's hard to hook up with guys willing to bareback. It was time to expand my territory. I ended up having to travel a good hour to the big city. I found a couple bars or a bath house to try to make hook ups. I even get on the Internet and check things out. Though my profile specifically says I only play safe, I always manage to chat with guys in the conversion scene. It was always intriguing to me that someone would be willing to accept a poz converting. I was just naturally curious and faked my way into the discussion, suggesting I was a a individual. On this particular evening, I chatted with a guy that gave me directions to an address. I pulled up to a warehouse. Did I have the wrong directions? Well, I came all this way and I was going to find out. Perhaps someone converted the warehouse to a cool house. I ventured to the door and peered inside. There were lights on inside. "Hello! Anyone here!" No answer. I sheepishly ventured forward into a grand lobby. Admiring the unique architecture, I looked around, and kept following the path of lights to the stairwell. The upper floor had wood planks on the walls, floors and ceilings - there were no lights whatsoever in the rooms, just from what was coming through the windows from the street lights outside. Then I heard a door slide and latch shut. "Hello! Who's there?" Nothing but silence. Then I heard shuffle sounds coming closer to me. I had my hands in my pocket and grabbed for the only thing...my keys. I was ready to do some serious damage if I needed to. Man, my heart was beating. The adrenaline was really flowing. The noise came closer and I could barely make out dark figures sanding at a distance around me. They were shadows that sucked the surrounding light into their bodies. Still, there was silence. I was distracted to one area of more figures heading toward me. I could make out any details. I froze not knowing what to do. My thoughts of running and breaking the line. I also had the thought that I was a goner and going to end up in the nearby river. One dark figure game forward. He was wearing a dark outfit. His face was covered except for his eyes. It was creepy! "Welcome! Glad you could make it!" And at that point two of the dark figures grabbed me from behind and held me in place. I wasn't going anywhere. They were quick to bind my hands and a blind fold cover placed around my eyes. I still could see through some it as I was escorted to the dimly dark area of the room. I still was trembling and fearful of my uncertain outcome. "You know why you are here brother! We are to the brotherhood that will convert you. Your presence has affirmed you are willing to accept a poz way of life. "No! All I wanted was to have a three way bareback sex!" There was silence. I felt groping hands brush up against me from all sides. There tweaking my chest nipples and rubbing against my limp cock. I felt hands to the back of my ass. I was trembling and scared. Who was doing this to me and how can I get out of this situation was going through my mind. "Relax! We won't hurt you. But you are here for one reason and that is to convert your ass." At that moment I was moved to a bench. And then I felt my clothes being ripped off with a sharp implement. It was a knife cutting through my good shirt. Hands reached around my waste and was opening my jeans and pulling them down around my ankles. I heard some groaning and felt hand on my body. I was pushed ford to bend on this wood bench. My hands were released and I was able to stretch them and prop myself forward. There was a firm grasp around my neck holding me face down. It was uncomfortable. And then it started to happen. They were spitting on me. In particular, my ass. War spit was running down the crack of my ass and dripping down my legs. My ass cheeks were spread open and one of the dark figures cock was placed against my asshole. I was pleading at this point to please stop. That it was a mistake. And, then I felt it. My unclean ass was violated by a cock that I can only describe as thick and massive. I yelled out in pain. It shoved into my ass with a steady thrust. It stayed in me for about a minute. I was very uncomfortable. "Please, stop!" I was being raped. And then it began to happen. The mammoth cock was sliding in and out of my hole and tearing my insides. Why was it hurting so? I think he had a pierced cock or something that was scraping my insides. At this time, I was getting used to the feel of my abductor's cock inside my ass, so I decided to relax and stop struggling. I pushed my ass out to meet the trust of his forward jabs into my ass. At that moment the one holding me down shoved amy torn shirt under my face while the dark figure fucking me held me down. For every action he thirsted forward; I would was meet by my lifting my ass and pushing back. He pulled out as abruptly as he shoved inside me. I was hoping it was over with. Then I felt a cock head rub against my ass hole. I heard more spitting and I felt the shaft of a cock pushing into my ass hole. I enveloped his raw cock with my ass as he pushed into my inner gut. This was definitely someone different fucking my ass. He was relentless and kept a steady pace at jabbing his cock into me. And then I felt something. It was warm and wet. I think he just came inside my ass. It was tainted cum pumped into my ass! He pulled out and another cock replaced his position as quickly as he pulled out. I was definitely being rapped. I started to feel comfortable at this point and I let out a verbal "yeah, fuck my ass." He quickly was sliding in and out of my hole with vigor. The tempo was replaced by one hard push into my ass and a moaning sound. He was dumping his load into my ass. When he pulled out he pulled out some cum that was dripping to my lower crack and balls. The next guy scooped it with his fingers and lubed his cock up. He quickly shoved his cock into my sloppy hole and like the guy before him, let out a delightful moan. He was different in tempo and size. I was now very comfortable getting fucked and verbalized it loudly. The group continued to fuck and deposit their loads into my ass. I must admit. it felt great and I was eager to take each and every one of them. The dozen or so dark figures left my ass pumped full of creamy thick cum. A voice was whispered into my ear and welcoming me to the brotherhood. I was left there groping to find my clothing. I put on my pants and grabbed what I assumed to be my torn shirt, stumbling out to my car. When I got into the relatively bright street lights, I realized the clothing I was wearing was not that I had worn when I entered the warehouse - I was wearing black trousers, and the shirt in my hands was also black. The uniform of the brotherhood. Further contact with the brotherhood has led me down the path to becoming one of the donors when a ritual conversion is to be undertaken. I am honored to be on call and help make a difference. I am a brother among the two dozen guys or so who meet for special poz gifting deserving individuals. The camaraderies is special, and continues to grow. Perhaps we will see you in the ranks!
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I was dripping sweat and getting ready for an easy day after my workout. I was up early to hit the gym before work, but on the way I was called off for the day. With pay. Heading to the lockerroom I was thinking abouthat rubbing out a nut in the showers. I love shooting my batter all over the floor, walls, and shower knob for the straight men to walk in, see, and touch. My phone vibrated next to my visably swollen cock in my gym showers. Freeballing is best in basketball shorts. It was a text from a gifter that travels through my area occasionally. I had been loaded up by him in the outhouse at a nearby park months earlier. He had never before actually found a chaser down for a verbal poz gifting. And he had it to give. Dirty pervy talk of blasting toxic cum in my ass, christening my membership into the brotherhood. That breeding, hot as it was, didn't convert me. I test several times a year, last neg on all accounts. I want to know the moment I carry the gift. Toxic. Fresh. HVL. He was back in town for a day, carrying some party favors. Here I was. A day where I was off work, no one knew I was off, and I could slip away for 7-9 hours. 30 minutes later I pulled up to the hotel with a raging boned tucked into my waistband leaking precum onto my happy trail, filling my bellybutton. I walked to his room heart pounding. The door was cracked and I walked in. I took no time stripping to nothing. He wasted no time asking how I wanted the bump. "Fucked into my ass, on your cock. Please." He snorted some, then placed a few rocks behind his dick head as I bent over on the cheap bed, offering him my ass with a dollop of my spit as lube. He placed his cock head on my pink hole and slammed it base deep. He had prepared with a strong dick pill and a rubber cock ring. His bone stayed rock hard, despite the t. "Yea take that Tina into your hot pussy. You love that poz cock don't you?" I did. I pushed back moaning, begging for him to destroy me. I felt burn then rush of the drug. This is what I am. A faggot cumdump for all loads. To be used up in service of men. He came quickly the first time. Keeping buried -and rock hard- he blasted 4 loads into my neg hole that day over the course of 6 hours. During the long session, he admitted he was on meds currently. We agreed next meeting he will take a med vacation a month before. He should be going off now for the next meet.
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I interviewed with Charles when I was 21. He was everything I wanted to be. An accomplished lawyer, he had it all figured out. He had been to the right school, met the right man, lived an openly gay life, completely beyond reproach. He was about 5'-10,” and burly. He had a five o'clock shadow by 3PM. Not only did I want to work with him, I wanted to BE him, or at least be WITH him. We met at a round-table speed-date kind of job interview that my University had organized, at a local hotel conference room. My boyfriend had come along and had his own interviews with prospective firms. Charles seemed to like what I had to offer. He invited me to dinner that night with his husband, and we all seemed to hit it off. After the meal, his husband, Rob, went to bed, and we stayed in the hotel restaurant to continue talking about job prospects. After two glasses of wine, I felt his knees touching mine. He leaned forward and I could feel his hot breath all over my face as he invited me back to their suite, “for a night cap.” We took the elevator upstairs and I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. As soon as we were in his suite's living room, he tore my clothes off. The door to the bedroom was open, but Rob must have been asleep, or not interested in disturbing us. Charles stripped me down, peeling off my clothes, and sucked my cock down to the root. He could sense I was about to cum, and pulled off. “Not yet, you fucker. I have plans for you.” He bent me over and spread my ass cheeks. He gasped as he fingered my asshole. While I had a boyfriend, Liam, and loved to eat his hole and fuck him, but I had never been fucked, and it took a lot of rubbing and licking before Charles got one knuckle in there. I whimpered and gulped for air as he managed to get two fingers sliding in and out. He spun me around to swallow his beer-can thick cock, forcing my head down. I was in heaven and figured it was worth it if it got me the job. Charles sat down on the sofa, milking his incredibly thick hairy cock and balls. He fingered his own ass with one hand, as he beckoned me with the other, guiding my bare hole down onto his meat. I thought about asking for a condom, but I didn't want to loose out on a chance at a great job. I lowered myself down, facing the open doorway to Rob's bedroom, slowly receiving inch after inch of his wide dick. I bottomed out and started riding Charles, my own hard cock bouncing against my taught torso and drooling precum. Charles wiped up a long syrupy string of my dick drool and fingered it into his hole. To this day, don't know if Charles' husband Rob knew what was going on. “You gonna take my load, boy? You think you're good enough to take my cum? Gonna take my hot load? Gonna let me breed you? Gonna let me charge you up” “Oh yes. Fill me up! Make me a man!!!” Charles filled my cunt with his cum as I shot my own load all over my chest. When he realized that I had cum, he wiped my load into his palm and scooped it into his own hole. He pulled me off of his slackened tool and made me clean it. “Looks like you're hired. As much as I liked fucking you, you should know my ass is going to need regular servicing. I got charged up in the 80s and have been spreading it ever since. Here's hoping you can help me spread it around. It's cute boys like you who can get into any cunt raw... That's what we need. Welcome to the brotherhood...” With that, he kissed me hard, wrapping his furry arm around my neck. I really didn't know what he was talking about, but knew I wanted more of Charles' cock. Charles walked into his and Rob's bedroom, flopped down onto the bed, and passed out. I pulled my clothes on, and tiptoed out of the suite. I pulled my clothes on in the elevator and got out on my floor. I went into the room I was sharing with Liam, also a pre-law student, and undressed. He could smell the man-musk all over me as soon as I entered. “Have a nice time at your interview?” He knew I had cheated on him to get a job, and he just smirked at me, pulling down my underwear. He dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock. He pulled off and looked up, slightly confused. “You didn't fuck?” He was surprised that he couldn't taste ass juice on my dick. I grinned mischievously and turned around, offering my used cunt to him. He laughed out load and dove in, eating Charles' cum as it dripped down my thighs. He got hard rimming my ass and bent me over, sliding in effortlessly. Charles' cock was literally the same size as a can of beer, so Liam had no problem working his tool into me. “You've got me so hot. I can feel his load sloshing around in you,” he wheezed into my ear. His shallow breathing quickened and I could feel every pulse of his cock as he shot his load and worked Charles' load deeper and deeper into my guts. I came a second time, wasting my load onto the floor. To be continued...
