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This story is a continuation to the original “Selling my Status” which had been start by a former. The member closed their account so the remains unfinished and in limbo. I have resurrected the story below but as a nod to the original story and discussion here is the link … Originally - “Selling my StaruS” I know how it sounds, but trust me, I don't want to work for the rest of my life. I unfortunately had some some wild, luxurious nights in my 20s that have sunken me in credit card debt that'll be paying forever in me 30s unless I get it under control now. I just think this is the easier way out. I watched a documentary once and that is how I got the idea initially; I figured, if girls can sell their hymens, why can't men sell their status? I thought it was fascinating that it has become it's own fetish in an of itself, but admittingly I was not that into it personally. I'm already planning on spending my life on PrEP anyway, so in reality, nothing really changes. I get a payday, he gets a fantasy fulfilled, and get to knock out a chunk of debt. win/win/win. I had found a website to post my ad on, and after spending some time enjoying some stories, I got up enough courage to post a message below: "32 yr old, vers/bottom looking to sell my status. Currently neg on PrEP, but for the right price I'd be willing to flush what I have left, and meet up a week later. Only serious inquires please" It had only took a few hours before I had a few messages, but mostly low balls or jokesters. Then one subject line in particular caught my eye.... "Re: Selling my Status - Bidding 50k Hey boy, I'd be interested in buying. I'll have 50k up front in a week, but I want to meet up tonight to meet in person. Let me know if you agree, this offer expires in an hour. Also, bring your PrEP." I got giddy with excitement! That would at least pay at least 3 credit cards out, and was double the price I was ever expecting. I replied back and agreed to meet up tonight, will order a Lyft in an hour. He replied back with his address, and I jumped in the shower. This was going better than ever expected! After the shower I plugged the address into the app, he had lived an hour away, and the ride was a bit pricey. But the chance at getting 50k was too good to pass up, and even though he lived in the country side, his house was huge, on a big secluded piece of property. The driver dropped me off at the front door, and I gathered up the courage to knock after thinking about how crazy this was. I had figured if things go south, then at least I'm still on PrEP. He opened the door, I just realized I hadn't even asked him for a picture before coming over. I was surprised at how good he looked. He was a bit older than me, just a few grey hairs showing on his head and beard. He had his shirt off, and jogging pants with sneakers. "Hi, I'm Matt, nice to meet you." He reached in for a hug and I obliged, and slowly roamed his hands down to my butt before giving it a big squeeze. I blushed as he let go, and asked me to follow him to the living room to discuss terms. I followed him in and was shocked to find his coffee table was full of what looked like drugs and paraphernalia. I had only mostly only drank, and smoked a small bit of weed in college, so I immediately felt out of my element. Matt sensed my worry, and patted a hand on the couch near him. "We don't have to do anything tonight, I just have it outbecause that is what I do - sell them. How do you think I'd be able to afford this?" He smiled and laughed as I sat down. "So you mentioned you had a few things to chat about?" He reached for a blunt as I relaxed into the couch. "Do you mind?" he asked as he lit the end without waiting for my answer. "Not at all." He took a hit and passed it over to me, and I reluctantly agreed, not wanting to be rude to the man whose about to pay my way out of debt. I passed it back as the body high hit. He took another hit before passing it back. "Hey, relax, I can sense your still tense yet." I started an inhale as he got up, and returned back to the couch with 2 Gatorades. He handed one to me and I again took it, not wanting to be rude. I took a couple sips from it as he started to go over his terms. "So just three things, really. Number 1, I can tell you're not into this as I am, but I still want you to have a fun time. I'm going to get you a bit high tonight, it'll help take the edge off, and you will actually enjoy some fun tonight. Will be a little introduction to the next weekend." That sounded reasonable, as I nodded to him. I started to feel a little woozy, but luckily was still seated. I tried to keep my attention focused on him. He patted his hand again near him, like I was some kind of dog. It was demeaning, but again,didn't want to be rude. As I slid over, I stumbled and fell, landing my head in his lap. He laughed, and motioned for my to roll over, so my face was towards his body. "Have you ever done Tina before?" I didn't want to sound like a loser, but I didn't even know what it was. "I haven't yet, but am down for whatever. You're really helping me out with this." He reached over to the coffee table, grabbed a pre-loaded pipe and reached under my legs with his other hands, pulling my up so I'm sitting in his lap. I can feel how big he was, andlet out a tiny "oh." "Don't worry, like I said we won't have to do anything tonight. Let me show you how this works. When it's time, inhale, okay?" He took the pipe, and lit it with a torch underneath, as white smoke filled the chamber. He inhaled, and then leaned in for a kiss. As our lips met, I inhaled as he passed the smoke into my lungs. He pulled back. "hold it, boy." a more stern command than he had been before, but I did as instructed, until he had me release. The rush felt amazing, but the horniness is what drove me mad. I stared into his eyes, as he looked down and bit his lips. Apparently, I had slipped my hand down my waistband to stroke myself. "Good boy." He placed the pipe in my mouth and told me to hold the stem. I did as he instructed. "I'm going to light this, but don't inhale until I tell you. After, don't exhale until I tell you." He lit the torch, and once the clouds filled completely, I instantly sucked in a huge hit on his command. He motioned for me to sit up on the couch, and I did as instructed. "exhale boy, then strip and lay on your belly, head over the armrest." It was like a lightbulb for my inhibition left my brain, and just started instinctively following his orders. Within 30 seconds I had been naked on this man's couch, head leaning over anticipating the next instruction. anticipating the next hit. He stripped out of his pants, revealing a huge biohazard symbol just above his cock. He walked over to the couch so his cock was directly in front of my mouth. "Suck it, boy." Without hesitation, I immediately took him in my mouth, feeling more and more turned on as I kept thinking about his tattoo. "Number 2, we're going to make a video soon, with you flushing your pills down the toilet. Then you're going to look into the camera, and explain why you did it. This video will only be for me to hold as evidence, incase you regret this later. Agreed?" He started thrusting in and out, and I could only muster a mumbled "yes" as he increased speed. He grabbed my hair to pull my head up, as he stuffed a bottle under my nose. "inhale, and don't stop." I took 4 big hits before he pulled the bottle away. I was flying in pig heaven, my throat being annihilated, getting hornier and hornier thinking about a poz load being shot down my throat. Then out of now where, he pulled out and stopped. "Get your pills." I rolled off the couch, and grabbed them. "Smile for the camera, hold the bottle out to show what it is, then down the hallway to the bathroom. I'm going to follow you, watch you flush, then get on your knees and start confessing. Make it sounds good if you really want this." I should have probably stopped here, but my inhibitions were gone, and I wanted this. I wanted his poz load. No wait?! I wanted his money. What was I thinking? The camera turned on, and I switched into my new role, as if I was acting. I smiled, showed him my bottle, gave it a shake - I just got this 3 month's supply, only 3 pills were missing. I turned and walked down the hall, into the bathroom. I opened the lid of the toilet, and without hesitation, poured the entire bottle into the toilet. I lingered over the plunger for a second, but the damage was already down. I pressed it down, and watched my neg status was down the toilet. He motioned my down from behind the camera, and I reacted. I dropped to my knees, one hand toying with my soft cock. I looked up at the camera, and began. "I just flushed my Truvada pills down the toilet. I am currently neg on them now, but in a week I won't be. I'm doing this so Matt can Poz me, change my status forever. Convert me." Matt finally spoke. "Good boy. Now open wide, when I aim it at your mouth, you swallow, otherwise I want you drenched it in." I had only been confused for a seconds before he started pissing in me as I knelt on the bathroom floor. I had started rubbing my cock harder as he covered me in it, before it hit my open mouth. I've never done this before, but was proud to find myself swallowing the last spurts of it down my throat. As he finished pissing, he turned off the video and set it down. "Good boy. Now last thing, Number 3. Give me your wallet, I'm keeping your credit and debit cards so you can't purchase any more. I'm also keeping a copy of your license, just incase. I want a confirmed conversion, so don't think about trying to get any more pills This will go on for as long as it takes, but if you don't cheat, I'll have it done in one. Now get dressed and get the fuck out, see you in a week." He opened the door, and threw me out naked. I had just got the last piece of clothing on before a new driver had appeared to take me home. I had been so horny though, I asked the driver for a redirect to the nearest glory hole. I was too horny tonight to not swallow a load or two.
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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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Recently Pozzed Guy Gets Into Gift Giving
rawTOP posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
Note: This story may seem really disturbing, but there's something about it that conveys what it was like to fuck bareback before ARVs. It also communicates the power a poz top had over the guys he fucked... It's more of an instructional/cautionary tale than anything... ---------- I've been POZ since '91. I've been one of the lucky ones who never did get sick—at least not seriously. Back then I was so young and scared. There were no cures nor cocktails. AZT, with its chronic side effects, was a joke. Testing POZ was a death sentence. You were consoled by a doctor or counselor, who said you could still lead a long and productive life—if you took care of yourself. I guess that was to make you feel better. Then you looked around, and reality struck you in the face. Friends were dying at an alarming pace. If that weren't enough, AIDS was a shameful disease—a fitting finale to an immoral life. You got what you deserved—that's how they felt. Overwhelmed by my dismal state of mind, I attended a Support Group—one of the more counterproductive missteps of my quixotic life. It was horribly depressing—surrounded by guys with one foot in the grave. I watched with horror and repugnance as they dropped like flies. I was losing friends faster than I could make them. The Support Group only fueled my anger and disgust. With trepidation I scrutinized myself for signs of HIV—night sweats, fever, blemishes, and wasting. They never came, but all around me guys continued to die. Often the simple act of having sex was a death sentence, for you never knew who had it. That uncertainty, coupled with self-imposed abstinence, and a hyperactive sex drive made lapses and slip-ups inevitable. Plus there was a small group of us who purposely continued to fuck raw. Perhaps we secretly coveted the Bug—but to deliberately infect someone was taboo. I kept hearing about certain POZ miscreants who fucked raw and lied about their status; and other more forthright, if misguided, souls who'd vowed to take as many with them as they could. Though I found such irresponsibility abhorrent, IT TURNED ME ON! I was barely 3 months pregnant when I confronted the Unspeakable. I fucked a sailor from a nearby base. He asked if I was SAFE, and I outright lied. I remember the excitement pulsing through my groin as I slid my bare Cock in his tight Mancunt. I remember thinking how naive he was to take me at my word. He was the first sacrificial lamb to fall victim to my ruse. It would ruin his career. His shipmates would find out. He'd end up losing everything—including his life. Visions of Toxic Sugar Plums danced in my head as I plowed in and out. I marveled at the power of my Spooge over his Pussy—the power to condemn him to an ignoble Death. IT WAS INTOXICATING! I knew how my Cohorts felt as they fucked and poisoned the Turds half-witted enough to trust them, how elated the Dude who POZZED me must have felt as he passed me the Baton. TRIUMPHANT! I felt my nuts tighten with the familiar surge of cum. I knew if I shot in him, it might cost him his life. If I withdrew, he might survive. But it was too late. I could not stop. I quickened my pace and pounded his bloody hole deeper. The orgasm was the most stupendous I'd ever experienced. 'Wow!' I thought. 'No wonder the world is awash in BUG JUICE!' My spasming Cock shook me to the core as jets of poison erupted up his ass. Then I felt repulsed. I loathed him and shirked away. The sorry little fuck was still tryin' to jack off. I pulled out, got off the bed, and dressed. "What's wrong?" So innocent. "Nothing, Dude. I'm done." He looked a little hurt, but I had bigger fish to fry. He was just a common little slut not worth the fuss. Besides, he'd soon be dead. It had all been so intense, and my balls ached for more. But the fuckin' slut was dead meat, anyway; and my body needed to recharge. I couldn't get away fast enough. That was my first BUGGING experience, and there were many more to cum. I didn't expect to live more than a few years, so my mission became one of fucking to my heart's content. And I did. I'm sure a lot of bottoms succumbed to my disease, but I survived and thrived undeterred. 'As long as I have an ounce of cum left in me….' The best BUGGING was before '96, back when HIV was a certain death sentence. Of course the fear and stigma persist today, but nothing like it was in the days before the cocktail—when death was much more in your face. After a while, I got bold enough to tell the bastards that I was POZ and they were going to die. Then, later, I'd jack off at home—at their panic and dismay. My favorites were the married guys and bi's who had so much to lose. How many of their ilk committed suicide rather than confront their female cunts—fuckin' cowards all! And how I loved to describe to them the course of the disease. Too bad I didn't get out to their hospices or funerals much. But time was of the essence, and there were so many more NEG Cunts to POZ. Of course with all the HIV Disclosure Laws, today it's too dangerous to reveal one’s status. So now I'm Grade A, STEALTH POZZER No. 1. The dudes don't need to know until they get tested. I'll grant them that largess. By then, the 'who' behind their demise will be but a faint flicker in a blur of bareback sex. Anyway, while this year has not been good to me. My T-cells plummeted to below 200, and my VL peaked at one point to over 300,000, but I'm back in the loop. After battling a number of illnesses over the past six months, I have recovered most of my health and vitality and am on the prowl once again—in the back rooms of seedy bars, cruisy parks, and other lewd and lascivious places. I refuse to take meds because I cannot tolerate most of them and am resistant to others. Anyway, I like living on the edge and love it when my viral load is high. It feels so much more lethal, unloading a TOXIC DOSE in some anonymous man cunt. and more virile than ever—due to my lack of meds. So I'm off to the baths. Surely some of you have seen me there. I may have even coupled with a few of you. I've spread my poison there night after night and many afternoons.- 23 replies
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Bug chasers/gifters/ party guys Hey studs anyone have link to groups on telegram.
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Been spending some time on the dark side guys, here are the results. I was not sure which category to put this in, does it matter? Enjoy. I really loved my boyfriend Mark. He was smart, funny, handsome and as it turned out a dirty, double crossing, back stabbing, fornicator. Do I sound bitter? I left work early one fateful Wednesday due to the onset of a sick headache. I get them from time to time and the best thing for me to do is have a lie down in a dark room until it eases up. Very distracted and I let myself in the back door of our house, dropped off my bag and keys and headed for the bedroom. An odd sound stopped me in my tracks. Mark should be at work so what was that sound coming from the living room. Well I will tell you what it was. It was Mark getting his ass drilled by our neighbor Sam. Sam was in his late fifties, balding, somewhat over weight and married. A grandfather for Christs sake. I never had a sexual thought about him, didn't occur to me Mark would. But there they were on our new couch, ass up, legs spread, Sam deep dicking Mark, apparently, to both their delights. I was in shock, speechless really. And I found a cure for a sick headache, just walk in on the love of your life being shagged by your adulterous neighbor. I stood there frozen and mute as I watched Sam's hairy ass clench and unclench as he rammed his cock ever harder into my boyfriends eager hole. Mark was very vocal, urging Sam to fuck him hard, breed his hole, GIMMEE THAT RAW COCK, he practically screamed. What?! They weren't even using protection. Mark and I had been together for two years and we still always used protection. WTF. Sam bent down to snog with Mark giving me an even better view of his fur lined ass crack. The guy was one hairy s.o.b. Mark wrapped his legs around Sam's back ensuring his fuckers cock would stay firmly ensconced in his needy hole. My needy hole damnit! I ran to the bedroom, hastily packed two bags and marched out of the house. They never even heard me, just kept right on with the buggery and the cheatery while my heart broke into a thousand pieces. I drove to a nearby hotel and checked in for a long stay. The first thing I did in my room was to block Mark's number on my phone. And then I called in sick for the next three days so Mark couldn't try to reach me at work. Three days wallowing in your own misery is both exhausting and boring. By Saturday night I needed distraction and to get out of my room. In a rum induced spurt of optimism I decided to go out and pick up a guy for nsa sex. Why not, I was a free man now. I even cleaned out thinking I might just decide to get fucked. My toiletry bag still had condoms in it so I grabbed a couple and headed for the nearest bar. So I guess I had a little more rum than I thought because I didn't even bother to find a gay bar. How I thought I was going to pick up a guy in a straight bar is beyond me. I get a beer, find a seat and look around. Breeders everywhere. What an idiot!!! I'm a social retard as it is in queer bars, around the straights I feel positively alien. I tell myself I will just drink my beer and leave. Then Christ on a cracker I spot Sam. He sees me too and a curious look flits momentarily over his features. I look away pretending I did not see him. Doesn't work. He makes his way over to me and stands there until I deign to look at him. "We need to talk," he says over the din of the bar babble. I don't know what to say to that so I don't say anything. "Your boyfriend is worried about you," he offers. Sam is standing too close. I can smell his aftershave. He is very tan and his shirt is wide open exposing his hirsute chest. All I can think is that I did not know Mark liked his men so hairy. I remained silent. Finally Sam begs me to listen to what he has to say. He returns to the bar to get us both drinks. While he waits I watch him make a quick phone call. I feel like an ass for letting him get me another beer, for bothering to hear what he has to say, for wanting to hear what he has to say. I want to hear how miserable Mark is, how contrite Sam is. I want them both groveling at my feet begging for forgiveness. Sam returns with my beer. I don't want to drink it but he insists I have a pull before he starts. Of course once I start I can't stop. I am like a siphon. He's talking but he is not really saying much. For fuck's sake why is he talking about the weather and the price of beer and why is he talking in slow motion and why is the world getting fuzzy. I felt Sam put his arm around me and begin to walk me out of the bar. He's strong and even with the extra weight his muscles are hard. I am enveloped in the smell of him. My feet did not seem to want to work. And then nothing. I woke up in my hotel room with a rotten head, sandpaper tongue and a full body ache. It took a long time for the world to come into focus and for me to understand where I was. Looking around I thought the room looked rather messy. There were some beer bottles scattered around. The bed covers were wadded up in a corner and there was some miscellaneous debris littering the floor. Then I felt it when I tried to roll over. There was something stuck up my ass. Whatever it was it was not small. What the hell did I do last night? I couldn't remember. I remembered showering to go out to the bar, walking to the bar and running into someone, maybe. My first attempt to stand up did not go well, nor the second. I managed to scrape myself off the floor and stagger into the bathroom to get a look at what was up my ass. It was a butt plug. Took me a minute to figure it out having zero personal experience with the item. Once I decided what it was it needed to be removed but holy hell it was so goddamn bulbous it wasn't going to just slip on out of my hole. I squatted in front of the sink and began the process. Relax, gentle pressure, push. It felt like I was giving birth. In the end I had to grit my teeth with the pain and rip the damn thing out like I was pulling teeth. Pain, lots of pain and an enormous gush of something running down my leg. What in the hell? My ass lips spasmed and farted letting loose a last gush before my hole settled down into a numbed stupor. That's when the smell hit me. Cum. The butt plug was holding in a tidal wave of cum. How could that be? I was a careful partner. I always used protection. No man had ever had his bare cock in my ass much less dropped a load but there I was standing in a pool of sperm that had leaked from my hole. Dazed and confused I cleaned myself off with a wet washcloth being careful of my tender asshole and then collapsed back on the bed. It took me a minute lying there to realize how damp the sheet was. I ran my hand over it encountering what were obviously slicks of jizz. The bed was one big sponge of sweat and spit and sperm. A whole lot of fucking had taken place on that bed. I tried closing my eyes and wishing it all away as a bad dream. No luck. When I opened my eyes the first thing that came into focus was a note taped to the mirror. My first instinct was to throw it away without looking at it, not give whoever had done this to me the satisfaction of playing their game. I recognized the handwriting though. It was Mark's. I had to read it. The statement was short. "Check out the new video on your phone. By the way don't try to make any trouble over this. You will regret it." I sat on the back on the bed for a long time unable to make myself pick up the phone. Teary eyed I stared down at my feet and spotted a half full bottle of tequila. I detest the stuff but I needed some courage. I downed as much as I could stomach, flopped across the bed and watched the video. The first bit was Mark cursing as he tried to set up the camera so it was pointed at the bed. It kept slipping and falling over. I almost laughed but sobered up seeing my unconscious self snoozing away next to a naked Sam. Sam was running his hands over my body, pinching nipples, pulling on my flaccid cock. Then Mark hopped on the bed and Sam turned his amorous attentions to my boyfriend. The next several painful minutes were them two making out as they rolled about next to me, jostling my body and at one point almost pushing me off the bed. That brought me back to their attention. Sam turned my head towards them and proceeded to explore my mouth with his tongue while Mark went south to suck Sam's cock. The tequila rose in my throat. I wanted to throw the phone across the room and get the hell out of there but I had to know what exactly had happened to me. When my attention returned to the screen Sam had gotten up on his knees and was feeding me his cock. My right cheek bulged out with every thrust of his fat rod. He really did have a jaw breaker of a prick. "He can't suck cock for shit," Sam quipped as he continued to rape my face, forcing his cock ever deeper down my throat. The sound of Mark's giggle was daggers to my heart. Mark reclined at the foot of the bed with his back to the camera. Pretending to examine his nails he snorted, "I know, more teeth than lip." Sam finally wedged his meat balls deep, one hand was around my throat the other pinched my nose. It was obvious there was no oxygen getting to my lungs and yet my body lay as still as stone. "God, he is really out," Mark exclaimed as loomed over me to examine my reaction. I watched in horror as the seconds then minutes ticked by while Sam continued to grind his crotch into my face. When he finally released me my lungs inflated with a wheeze and drool spilled over my lip onto the sheet. "You are an evil dog," Mark laughed as he enthusiastically kissed Sam over my comatose form. Sam grinned, "Yup and I think its time to introduce our friend here to the devil." Mark hopped off the bed. He came back into view with a small ice chest, the one that sat in our pantry on the top shelf. From it he pulled a thermos, waving it in front of the camera like a magician with a trick. Opening the thermos he produced a long cylindrical ice cube like the kind you make for water bottles. He waved it about then put it to his lips for a kiss and a lick. "This, boyfriend, is what is called a devil's dick." He held it close up to the camera so I could see its slick frozen milkiness. "Sam made it for me, well Sam and some of his closest friends." He turned to Sam and blew him a kiss. "In case you still don't understand, it's cum, frozen sperm. Lot's and lot's of fucks and wanks to make this lovely specimen and I am gifting it to you." He pointed at the camera with the devil dick, held his gaze for a long moment then went to stand by my side. I could not hear what he said next but it was obviously instructions for Sam to roll me over. Without a word or warning Mark pushed the semen dildo into my ass. The tequila boiled out of my throat and I retched painfully over the side of the bed. Abandoning the phone I staggered into the bathroom to rinse my mouth. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. By the time I sat back down on the bed and picked up my phone the scene had changed. Mark was filming now as Sam fingered my ass, slicking up my hole as the devil dick melted its fiendish contents into my guts. "Go on Sam," Mark urged, "have a taste, I know how bad you want to." Without hesitation Sam dove in roughly pulling my cheeks apart to give him better access to my cum slimed hole. I had always refused to let Mark try that and now I was getting royally reamed by my neighbor. Sam licked and sucked and rubbed his stubbled cheeks against my ass crack with a faint sound like Velcro being torn apart. The moment was interrupted by a curt knock at the door. With a smart slap to my ass Sam got up to let in the guest. A rangy character of moderate height came into view. He had rather greasy looking shoulder length hair and an unremarkable face except when he smiled and revealed a gold tooth. The men greeted each other with happy tidings and longish tonguey kisses then their attention turned to me. "Roger, meet my boyfriend. Boyfriend this is Roger." Roger approached me, pulled up my one exposed eyelid then slapped me hard. "Shit, this motherfucker is out for the count." He turned to Sam. "What the fuck did you give him." "Just a couple of those little white pills you gave me last month." "Well shit", Roger started to run his hands over me ending his exploration at my hole, " you only needed one. He'll be dead to the world all night." "So," Sam harumphed plopping himself back on the bed and pushing Roger's hand away idly fingering me again. "His hole is still tight, fuckable and according to Mark practically virginal." An evil grin cracked Roger's face in half. "Yeah but it's more fun to have a little life in them. Don't worry I got you covered." Roger retrieved a small black toiletry bag. From it he removed three syringes. "This one," he held out the first, "will bring him back to life while leaving the fight out him." He held out the second, "this one will calm him down and make him horny as fuck if he comes back to life more than we like." "And the third," Mark questioned eagerly. "This is Trimix. He'll be more fun to play with if he's hard. I might want to take him for a ride." Even wider evil grin. "Brilliant," Mark exclaimed slapping Roger on the back. "He really does have a beautiful cock. It would be a shame to leave all sad and droopy while we have our fun." Despite the ever deepening horror of the situation my heart swelled to hear Mark say I had a beautiful cock. He never said that to me. Without further ado Roger flipped me over, pierced my cock with the syringe needle and depressed the plunger. Roger ordered Sam to rub my meat vigorously while the drugged worked its magic. I watched in fascination as my dick began to swell and harden. When it was all said and done I swear my cock looked a size bigger. It was rock hard and throbbing with the need for attention. My real life cock vibrated in commiseration with its video twin. Sam swooped in to have a taste then offered the spit slick knob to Roger. He accepted and downed me to the root with little trouble. Again there was a knock at the door. Roger released my cock long enough to mention it was his friends Rafik and Simon. "They'll be wanting a quick pump and dump," he said nonchalantly before returning to slobbering on my hard-on. As naive as I am I knew well enough what a pump and dump was but I was still in denial not believing Mark would let something like that happen to me. Clearly I was an idiot. In walked two young thuggish looking specimens decked out in grimy jeans and hoodies. Getting a better look they were obviously flying higher than the Goodyear Blimp. Simon was a ginger with a close cropped beard, an attempt to cover a severely acne scarred face. Rafik was some flavor of black with dreads and what turned out to be a majorly hooked dick. He had to fuck me sideways but I am getting ahead of the story. Introductions were made as Mark passed around beer and booze explaining the situation although it was obvious even to such drug addled minds as the two newcomers possessed. Sam interrupted the chatter and laughter (Mark was talking about the devil's dick) to explain that Mark had first dibs on my hole for actual fucking and breeding as he was the long standing and suffering boyfriend who had to put up with two years of boring sex .Mark just nodded. That really deflated me. I had no idea he was unhappy with our sex life. Simon hopped up on the bed and slapped my face with his cock. "Alright then get this bitch fucked and loaded." He pried open my jaws and pushed his leaky cock in. In the corner of the screen I saw that Rafik had a camera out and was filming his buddy. "I need to empty my sack into this fine piece of ass." He stooped to slide a finger inside me. Sam took charge ordering them to place me in the center of the bed. Pillows and bed covers went flying. I was pulled roughly into the middle of the bed then the boys took turns fingering and eating my hole. Everyone agreed my ass was prime meat. I did not know how to feel about it. I was about to be raped after having already been drugged but they were so excited and appreciative of my attributes it was hard not to be at least a little proud. And then the deed was done. Mark maneuvered himself on top and without a bit of a tease rammed his considerable endowment balls deep in my hole. Even in my drugged stupor a moan escaped my lips. Sam had the camera by now and closed in on my face. Mark was whispering in my ear. "I have waited so long for this." Our heads rocked with the motion of his fucking. "You tortured me and now its my turn to fuck and breed your hole. You feel so good baby, all that delicious cum lubing your hole. I wish you were awake to enjoy this." "I got ya covered man," Roger brought over the second syringe. Mark stilled his thrusting long enough for a vein to be found and my blood to be laced with more drugs. It was fast working. A couple sharp slaps to my face I was awake albeit still rather dopey. Mark resumed his fucking. "Hey stud," he cooed, "welcome back to the world. How are you feeling?" I could read the confusion on my face. "I don't know," I said, then, " I am kind of thirsty." For some reason that made them all laugh. "Hear ya go buddy." Simon stepped up to the bed waving his cock. "I gotta piss." Mark maneuvered me over to take Simon's cock in my mouth. I was ordered to suck Simon like a straw and down every drop. Like a trooper I did as ordered. Roger asked what kind of chem piss Simon was topping me off with. Simon shrugged, "oh you know, a sort of pharmacological mulligan stew. We've been at it for two days." Rafik and Simon high fived like a couple idiot jocks and in the process knocking his still pissing cock out of my mouth and soaking my hair with urine. Everybody laughed and Mark licked the beads of piss off my face. Marked informed the group he did not want to cum yet. He wanted everyone to fuck me first but no cumming. Sam handed the camera to Mark and flipped me over. He draped my legs over his shoulders before placing his cock at my hole. "Beg for my cock you frigid little shit," he demanded. In a timid voice I asked him to fuck me. Whatever was in that piss was working its way through my system making me as pliable as silly putty. "Say it like you mean it," Sam barked. I was too far gone to be frightened but I did manage a reasonably sincere request that he fill my hole with his hard-on. "You got it baby," and he rammed his cock into me. My eyes rolled back in my head and a moan escaped my lips. Could it be true? It looked like I was actually enjoying being fucked by that hairy rapist. The next twenty minutes of filming was terrible porn while the camera was passed around as they all took their turn barebacking my hole. Each one positioning me as predilection dictated and like I said Rafik skewered me sideways as his hooked prick only allowed. They drank and smoked and laughed all the while the far off look in my eyes proved I had only an inkling of what was happening to me. Mark's turn came around and he announced it was time to breed my hole. He had me on my back. "I want to look you in the eye," he growled into my face, "when I gift you with my special seed." I cringed at the idiot look on my face and how I thanked him. Mark informed me that all of them would be impregnating me. "You should feel grateful," he said tenderly stroking my face even as his cock bottomed out in my abused hole. The tremendous fucking that followed had my real time dick chubbing up. Mark ploughed me passionately and roared as he came filling my guts with jizz and forever altering my future. Sam was next and barely managed a few thrusts before cumming. Simon did not make it to my ass, at least for his first load, spewing his load on my face and then taking the time to push the gelatinous mass into my mouth. Rafik took the longest to unload. Someone held the camera close and I was treated to long minutes of his hairless hole clenching and unclenching while he fucked. When at last he extracted his cock from my innermost recesses there was a disgusting sucking noise and a fat glob of cum belched from my hole and slid down my balls. The camera was set in place. I lay there in a sweaty cum soaked stupor while my tormenters rehydrated with liquor and smoked their drugs of choice. Mark asked Sam how the ad was faring. Sam picked up his phone and after a moment responded. "Looking good. The fuckers are lining up and the first should be here any minute." A moment later the door opened and and a tall, older black man came into view. He asked which one of us was the cumdump and hauled out his cock. Without a word Simon and Sam unceremoniously flipped me over. Simon held my hands while Sam roughly pulled my legs apart. It all seemed unnecessary as I never uttered a grunt of protest. This was the first of several fucks courtesy of the internet. The man pushed himself into me and complimented the men at the slickness of my cum lubed hole. The next sodomite was a shadow of a man, his gaunt frame and hollow cheeks telling the story of his life. I watched in horror as he mounted me. It was like watching a train wreck. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he bottomed out in my hole. His rigor mortis like grin punching me in my soul. For a moment my eyes lost focus as I teetered and then I saw it. The camera zeroed in on the tattoo above his crotch, a biohazard sign. No. That can't be. What was happening. The man looked like death warmed over but he could still fuck. His stringy muscles had strength and I watched in fascination at the network of veins crisscrossing his body. I could hear Mark talking about his dick of death and it truly was a monumental piece of anatomy. It appeared and disappeared into my body, the slick rod looked like marble. I watched it spit its poison for a brief moment before it plunged back in releasing the rest of its load deep inside. My cock of course was still rock hard and I moaned when he used the escaped cum glob to lube me up and stroke. I didn't even flinch as he leaned in for a long lingering kiss. "If that doesn't take," he whispered, "I'll be breeding you again before the party is over." My cock had gone as limp as my hand and the phone dropped to the bed. I lay there staring at the note still taped to the mirror. I couldn't see the video but I could hear the sounds of fucking and laughing. Sam had started to call out the loads as I was fucked and filled by strangers. "Eleven, fifteen, twenty-two...." And then my voice. I was coming to my senses, yelling and trying to get off the bed. Two brutes I had not seen before were holding me down while Simon injected me with the last syringe. A moment later you could see my eyes glaze over and all the fight went out of me. One of the brutes poked me in the ribs and I giggled. "Time for round two," a voice in the background chimed. I was calm now and the hairy bear that had been holding me down savagely skewered me with his fat uncut cock. I moaned as he fucked, sweat beading on both our bodies. Mark whispered something into the bears ear. He shifted position so Mark could maneuver himself into a double penetration. I watched in horror and my hole stretched to accommodate two cocks. The bear stayed in place as each man took a turn with the DP. Where did they all come from? The bear leaned in for a kiss. Then Sam appeared revealing to the camera a mouth full of cum. He playfully pushed the frothy mass between his lips before leaning down and snowballing it into my mouth. The bear greedily resumed his kissing sloppily tongueing the load load between us. I gagged and dry heaved. There was nothing left to bring up. The rest of the video was a blur of cock and cum. Men came and left. I barely watched, just more of the same. The marathon fuck session ended with Simon riding my cock. I moaned and twitched as the man encouraged me to cum, fill his ass. I was fascinated by the look on my face. The pleasure that was clearly written there as my nuts released their seed into the drug dealer. My first bareback load as a top. At least I thought I was done. Bio tat guy was back. Sam and Mark pinned my legs back as the man resumed his fucking. His stringy hair was matted and damp. He looked exhausted. "Gotta say boys," he bragged, "I fucked a lot of ass tonight but this one here has got them all beat." "How do you like that stud?" He leaned in. "Your hole is plenty slick enough but I have enough ass juice on my cock from all those slut bottoms to lube you up good. Hey," he called out, "how many loads does this piece of shit have in him?" Mike and Sam grinned replying at the same time, "Thirty-two". And then one of them produced a marker handing it over. My fucker wrote CUMDUMP in big letters across my chest and the number thirty-three below it. Tossing the marker aside he thrust harder and harder before bellowing, "God dam!" My last load of the evening. "If that doesn't take," he joked, "I'll retire in shame." Laughter all around. Mark produced the massive butt plug and worked it into my red and puffy hole. As dazed and confused as I was at that moment what came next was still a shock. Dutifully I began to clean the room, straightened the bed, showered and douched keeping careful watch on the time. You see I was given strict and explicit instructions on what to do. There was to be a penalty if I did not comply. Were I to deviate in any way certain portions of the video would be sent to my family, friends and place of employment. Of course Mark would know who to provide elicit evidence of my debauchery. Precisely at 8pm I was sitting quietly on the end of the bed as Sam and Mark entered the room.
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My younger friend is 21, hot twink, loves being shared with dads and bears, is neg and on prep (for now) has a big soft spot for verbal kinky poz dads/bears 50+ into group sex where we pound him and pass him around. If you participate in group with him and both feel a connection, he is polyamorous and likes to form emotional, intimate bonds and relationships with poz men into neg boys.
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AIDS-Level Viral Load & Auditioning Tops Who Want It
HangryStarfish posted a blog entry in Broken Bear's Bio Blog
Here's the deal - I'm not going to make it easy for you. Well, at least no more than I already have by allowing my virus to go unchecked for a year. I'm willing to let top/versatile guys try and take it from me by fucking it out of me. Your load gets mine. Fuck me deep, hard, and long to increase your odds. Bring a buddy along to tag team this toxic hole. Maybe you'll catch it. Maybe he will. Try again. I'm tired of letting my HIV be something I let goodlooking guys treat me like filth over anymore. I see the worth in this weapon I'm carrying around. Men who wouldn't fuck me when I took meds and made absolutely sure to remain undetectable suddenly seem to find an interest in dumping their loads in me. Why is the risk so fucking hot to you? It doesn't make sense to me. But it doesn't have to. I know now that it does, and for that, you gotta fuck this hole like you owe it money. Heading to Portland, OR this weekend, in fact, to lay plans for a birthday gangbang in June. I will be blindfolded, bound, slammed, and open for fucking until all fucking bug chasers have had their shot and shot their load(s) in me. Even then, I bet I could take a little more, not that I'll have much choice. I'll be tied down and unable to stop it anyway. So fuck some AIDS out of me, you sick fucks. Get while the gettin's good.- 13 comments
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Bottom looking for tops to seed my tight hole. Very open minded, so no fetish will be turned away. Like kissing, sucking, rimming (prefer ripe holes), licking armpits, and being bred and pissed in / on. Can host or travel.
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Hi all, I am 18 years old, 5’10”, averagely hairy, average body, and a no limits slutty bottom. I’m looking to take my first poz cock. I can’t accom but am willing to travel quite far in order for this to happen. I will also do whatever you want in order for you to poz me no matter what you want - depraved, filthy and sick or not. Im based in Herefordshire so ideally anyone in that are would be amazing but can travel all the way to Edinburgh if needed and with planing! Many thanks piggyboi
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24 year old chub straight lad negative I have gone off woman and now I know that my palace is to serve cock I want my ass to be turned inside out and And forced To be a dirty slag cum dump , i want to be daddy’s whore , boy pussy fucked hard and being whored out being brutally raped by top after top left there Crying and screaming blood and cum gaping out a batterd pussy ,but it’s all about the tops pleasure, genie young lad looking for fun weather that’s vinlla sex or a daddy taking me in to the wold or gangbangs hung tops bath houses yes I know all the risk and I know what I want and and that’s my pussy being used by any cock that what’s me , I know there’s some infected baby’s out there I can’t get rid of but that’s fine I don’t agree with a abortion ??I just really want a baby inside my negative tight boy pussy , it’s my body and also it’s what I was put on this earth for well not me my mouth and ass is put here to take raw cock,to not say no to a breading and to worship the hot guys who can and want to fertilise me Hope I can bend over and be put in my place soon
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I got this very hot story. I did not write it. I want to know if anyone here is the author and can please add to it Please. Who knows what was different about that night at the Bathouse. Maybe there were fewer hot looking young studs around or maybe I was just getting bored with the same old plain boring sex. But I could tell something was different. I felt edgy--nervous--for some reason. Restless. I don't know how long I'd been there when I spotted this guy coming toward me. He was everything I avoided. On the tall side and skinny as hell and looked like he could've been twice my age. Almost skeletal looking with a hollow, gaunt face and dark circles under his eyes and big bony hands and feet. As he moved closer I saw that he had that searching, needy look in his dark eyes--eyes that started straight at me and didn't look away as we passed each other in the hallway. He creeped me out--sick looking fuck--but I noticed that I was fighting the urge to turn around and look back at him after we'd passed. I forced myself to keep my eyes fixed on the floor in front of me until we'd both rounded different corners. I quickly put him out of my mind when a slightly older, hunky daddy pulled me into one of the stalls, bent me over and stuck his tongue in my crack. I was starting to really grind my tight hole in daddy's face when someone pulled the curtain in our stall slightly open and I saw Sick Fuck standing there watching us. Daddy was so busy with his face in my crack he didn't even seem to notice but I was practically eye level with this fucker's towel-clad and rapidly tenting groin. I could tell this skin and bones stalker was sporting one huge fucking cock, and when he moved his towel and a thick, throbbing 8 inch mushroom headed uncut pecker bobbed in front of me, my own cock--barely semi hard all night so far--stiffened instantly and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Daddy had barely noticed Sick Fuck, still sucking on my hole, but I had to get that sick fucker's fat bone in my mouth. He stepped slightly into the stall and slid that oozing mushroom head past my lips straight to the back of my throat. I couldn't believe how I was getting off on this guy's dick but I couldn't get enough of that pecker in my mouth. I was rooting and slurping and gagging and groaning like it was the first blowjob I'd ever given and my own cock was starting to leak serious precum all over my feet. We went at it like that for a few minutes then Sick Fuck pulled his monster cock out of my mouth and took a step back so that I got another good look at him. Those huge, gaunt eyes stared straight at me that spit slick cum heavy shaft still bobbing in front of me. He nodded in the direction of the hallway, indicating that he wanted me to follow him. I was simultaneously repulsed and more turned on than I could remember being in I don't know how long. Every sane, rational thought in my head was saying No! Don't go with him! but suddenly I was pulling away from Daddy's mouth on my hole and not even bothering to pick up my towel, following Sick Fuck to his private room. He stepped in and waited for me to follow, then shut the door behind us and dropped his towel. I'd never felt so fucking freaky hot and turned on and scared shitless in all my life. I couldn't believe I was alone and naked with this pale, skinny, sickly fucker my eyes glued to that huge dick, made all the more grotesquely long and thick looking because of his skinny, emaciated frame. Part of me wanted to turn around and run the hell out of that room but I didn't move. Just stood there with my own dick pointing straight up and my eyes fixed on his drooling monster. You want it, don't you boy? he said in a soft slithery voice that sent cold chills up my spine. I felt a lump in my throat and swallowed hard, sensing he meant something besides the obvious. I could tell when you first looked at me in the hallway, he said. I knew what you wanted. I don't know how it was possible but my dick lengthened and hardened even more. He moved toward me and our cocks bumped against each other I felt his large bony hands with their papery feeling skin circle my slim waist and pull me closer, pressing our cocks together and then letting his hands roam over my firm butt cheeks. I felt his mouth bite my neck and my lick my ear. I'm going to make sure you get everything you want, he breathed in my ear. Then his mouth was on mine . .. and I was beyond shocked when I felt my mouth open and suck in his long tongue and heard myself groaning and moaning and grabbing his skinny butt and pulling him closer to me. I glanced at our reflections in the mirrored walls my tanned, muscular jock bod pressed against his pale, skinny, emaciated long limbs and suddenly I knew there was no turning back no leaving the room I knew he was right:--whatever IT was I wanted it. And I wasn't going to leave until I got it. I could literally feel my knees shaking as he pulled away and, putting both those big bony hands on my shoulders, pushed me down until I was eye level with that drooling monster prick of his I'd never seen anything quite like it. Maybe it was just the stark contrast of that long, thick, pulsing dick and his wasted looking frame. Glancing up at him I could see the outline of his ribs his thin skin stretched tight over his ample bones. He was looking down at me and his eyes looked black in the dim light. They were staring straight into mine as he started to move the fat, oozing head of his cock across my lips and chin, gradually starting to gently dick whip my face and making my own cock leap in response. Instinctively my lips parted and that huge mushroom head slipped past them into my mouth. Suck it, boy, he said in that same slithery but steely voice. Had I ever wanted anything in my mouth that much before? If so you couldn't prove it by the sudden slurping and grunting and groaning and dripping that followed. I took him all the way to the back of my throat, practically begging him to gag and choke me--which he seemed more than happy to do It had to have been the biggest cock I'd ever had in my throat--or maybe it was just that I'd never gone so fucking pig crazy over a dick in my mouth before. And when he pulled a bottle of poppers seemingly out of nowhere and stuck it under my nose and I took two long hard hits, I went goddamned out of my mind cramming as much of that cock down my throat as I could, grabbing his cheeks and grinding him into my face and making sounds I didn't even know I could make. Without taking his eyes off mine or taking his cock out of my mouth he leaned over and after sticking two fingers in his mouth, he found my hole and I felt the warm goo of his spit moisturizing my tight little pucker. I was still flying from the poppers so I groaned even louder and instinctively relaxed my ring to let those long bony fingers slide into me. There was no mistaking his intention. This sleazy bastard was planning to fuck me. The idea made me shudder--and my already hard as rock dick stick straight up between my legs. Was I seriously going to let this obviously--literally-wasted fucker put his big diseased cock inside me? What in holy hell was I doing on my knees in front of this zombie actually thinking about letting this sick fuck stick his King Kong dong up my fuckhole?? Normally I wouldn't be caught dead even giving a sleaze bag like this guy a second look much less opening up so he could stick a third finger in my cunt. He was finger fucking my hole now while he continued fucking my face with his meaty prick. I could hear this guttural sound coming from the back of his throat--it didn't sound quite human but it just made me grunt and suck and slurp and bounce up and down even harder on his fingers--now buried up to his knuckles in my hole. Sweet fucking hole, he said, sounding slightly out of breath, and trying to push a fourth finger inside me. Sweet fucking hungry hole knows what it wants, doesn't it boy? All I could do was moan harder and louder and open up wider. Show me that pretty hole, boy, he said, suddenly pulling his dick from my mouth and pulling me up on to the bed on my knees with my hole hanging off it. He made that low, guttural sound in the back of his throat again as he put those big hot hands on my cheeks and spread them apart. Then he spit so hard on my crack it felt like I'd been slapped and his tongue plunged into my crack and started to work its way inside me. driving me into an immediate pig fucker frenzy. I looked over at the mirror again and the sight of this walking dead man with his gaunt face buried in my round bubble butt was the fucking hottest thing I'd ever seen. I arched my back and ground my hole into that face and felt that tongue slide so far into me I thought he put in a finger again. Even with his mouth clamped on my hole he managed to find the bottle of poppers again and handed them to me. I took two more long hard hits and nearly thought I would black out. He obviously saw the effect it was having on me and quickly stood up and positioned a spit slick slimy monster cock between my slippery hole cheeks. We both know what you want, boy, he said, panting slightly. Your cunt knows what it wants. My dick knows what it wants. I felt the head of his cock slip just past my ring and a shudder moved through me from my head to my toes. But just as I thought he was going to push the rest of the way inside me just as I was instinctively relaxing my sphincter to try to accommodate that fat AIDS cock he slowly withdrew and reaching for what looked like a large plastic bag in a duffel bag beside the cot, he said, How much fun do you wanna have, boy? How far over the edge do you want me to take you ? Just when I thought I'd jumped off the deep end and couldn't possibly take another step over the line, this sick fucker managed to take me to another brink. I was trembling all over--again--and the knot in my stomach felt every bit as hard as my rock-rigid cock as I watched him pull what looked like an entire tool kit from that plastic bag. I'd never done any drugs except for smoking an occasional joint--and being a lost cause poppers whore. I didn't even know what I was seeing as he fished around in the bag a bit then told me to get back on my hands and knees on the bed. I knew you were a fucking cum slut waiting to happen the minute we made eye contact in the hall, he said in that stern, slithery voice that still gave me goose bumps. One look at you and I knew you were going to be mine. He was standing behind me but I could see us both in the mirror: my bubble butt jock hole up in the air and that slimy AIDS fucker taking whatever the hell he'd pulled out of that bag and starting to slip it into my boyhole. It felt hard a little grainy ... What are you doing? My voice cracked a bit as I felt his fingers pushing it further into me. Just relax, baby. It's just a little something to get us rolling here. You'll feel it any second now He must've been able to tell when I started to feel the burn. I started moving my hole around a bit on the bed and couldn't suppress a low moan as I felt the warmth starting to spread through me from my sphincter. Mmmmm yea my baby's starting to feel it already, he said, leaning over me and rubbing that slimy, precummy monster cock in my crack. When I felt that dick bumping my hole again I thought I might spurt right there on the spot. It was like a jolt of electricity shooting straight from my fuckhole to my scalp and the tips of my toes. I instinctively bucked my hips toward him, knowing I wanted that cock in me. But this guy had a plan and he wasn't going to be rushed. He rubbed his dick slowly in my crack, just barely poking the head into my sphincter and driving me goddamn fucking crazy. I was whimpering like a puppy but also couldn't take my eyes off the image of us in the mirror--this scrawny, bony, pale as paste bastard with his big bony hands on my boy butt and his thick schlong rubbing and probing my crack. None of it seemed quite real even though I was harder and hornier than I'd even been in my life. It was even more surreal when he reached again for the plastic bag and I saw him take out what looked like two small syringes and a couple of long rubber bands. His dick was still stoking the fire at my hole and I could feel my hole quivering but I was wide eyed and scared as fuck when I saw him wrap one of the rubber bands tightly around his skinny bicep. He saw me watching him in the mirror and his mouth stretched into the most evil, terrifying grin I'd ever seen. Are you ready, boy? he said Are you ready for me to take you where you've never been before? What is that? I said, feeling that knot in my stomach again and feeling simultaneously terrified and turned on as hell. It's something that's going to help you be the fucking pig whore you were born to be, he said, taking one of my arms in his hands. It's the point of no return, baby. He wrapped the other rubber band around my own muscular arm. It's what you've been waiting for--you just didn't know it. He wrapped the band and pulled it tight. You know what you want, don't you boy? He looked into my eyes in the mirror. You know what I'm going to give you, don't you? All my bugs into ur Neg cunt. Did I know? Had I known all along? Did I know the minute that I saw that sick fuck in the hallway that I was going to end up here naked in this room with his cock in my crack, about to watch him stick a needle in my arm? Did I know I was going to end up out of my mind with fucking pig lust for that AIDS cock and that I'd be begging this suck fucker to pump a hot thick toxic load of his creamy AIDS cum into my sweet boyhole? I could've saved myself. Instead, feeling my whole body tremble and my cock throb I watched him take the other needle and I watched it stick my arm and watched the liquid seep into me and then i watched the transformation. I watched the muscular, pretty young jock boy I'd been turn into a writhing, squirming, grunting, groaning wild eyed cum pig begging that for that sick AIDS monster cock to fill me up. I watched that slimy, oozy toxic fuck stick slide all the way up my boy cunt and I saw my hole back down on it and felt myself open wide to take him in and I heard myself begging: begging for more begging for everything he had to give me. Tell me what you want, his voice slithered in my ear as he started breathing harder. Tell me, baby. I want your cock, I moaned. I didn't even have words to describe how I was feeling at that point. Lust spread through me like someone was pouring lava down my throat and shooting it up my hole. What else? he murmured. What else do you want? He somehow reached behind him and managed to open the door to our room. Anybody walking by would be able to see and hear us. Tell me what you want, fucker, he demanded. I want your fucking cum! I said. You want what? he said. A couple of guys walking by saw us and stepped into the room. I want your fucking hot cum! I said. Fuck yea! one of the guys said. He was a larger, older version of the sick fuck who was ramming his cock deep in my fiery hole. Give the little whore that hot seed! Is that what you want, baby? he said. Do you want my hot toxic AIDS seed deep in your gut? Holy fucking god-damn hell yes!!! Shoot your goddamn motherfucking AIDS cum up my hole!! I heard myself yelling it out loud, not caring who heard. Not caring who saw. When he unleashed an explosion of dirty poz cum in my guts we both hollered and within minutes at least five men were standing beside the bed, their dicks pointing toward my hole, waiting for a turn at my now oozing, impregnated hole. I took them all--a fat fuck who looked old enough to be my grandfather some wasted fucker who looked like he just wandered in from a homeless shelter a couple who tag teamed me for what seemed like an hour before both unloaded in me--twice--and at least a half dozen others while my sick fuck AIDS daddy kept his cum coated schlong in my mouth and continued to whisper in my ear that his devil seed was now deep inside me . .. that he was inside me and that from that moment on I belonged to him. From them he lined up more diseased cock for me to be a cum dump to. I added some to this and edited to my tastes. I have shot at least 50 loads to this story. Please help. If you can do this to me using whatever chems u want please let me know. I live in Dallas Texas now.
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A question for the poz members out there: Do you medicate? If not, why not? And of those who do not medicate, how many were chasers?
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In Dublin with my sexy Asian BF 4-9 June 2017. 3way at Hotel or whatever way at Boilerhouse. Prefer lean and clean cut. No PNP. Let's breed!
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Hotel Fun in Downtown Miami April 12 and 13
Guest posted a topic in Miami / Ft. Lauderdale / South Florida
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So guys, if anyone asked I would generally describe myself as versatile, but I can't deny that over the years I have been much more bottom than top. No doubt this is because I absolutely love taking raw cum deep inside me. That said, I most definitely have a very strong desire to enjoy the full pleasures of topping, moreso since I have been poz. I certainly have no problems whatsoever in getting off in fantasies of topping when I'm alone at night, particularly when thinking of unloading my poz cum into a hot hole. Sadly, however, in the real world my attempts at topping in the past have been inadequate in the least. It doesn't help that at 5'6" I'm relatively short and I prefer my men taller - physically it can be difficult to get into a suitable position for me to top comfortably and I'm not overly keen on having a guy ride me while I'm lying back. However, mentally, my mind also seems to work overtime when in bed with another guy (almost a hyper-awareness of surroundings and the aforementioned position problems). This can get very distracting and means that I don't get into 'the zone' and can't get lost in the feelings of the sensation around my cock or the get subsumed into the primal urge to use the guy's arse for my total pleasure. And then begins a vicious circle to the point that I can't finish easily, or where I really want to (i.e. deep in that hot hole). So, have any of you guys made the switch from btm or btm/vers to top/vers or total top? If so, please feel free to share any tips on improving technique or how to get into that totally focused animalistic fucking machine frame of mind.
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When I was 20, back in the 80s, a wealthy gay man offered to make me his sex slave but live in luxury, if I would let him infect me with AIDS. We didn't call it HIV back then, and it was a death sentence at the time. I turned him down... not without spending a lot of time talking to him, though! And, as I began to regret that decision over the years, I found it wasn't the life of luxury that I missed, but the chance to be intentionally infected. Twenty-five years later, I found myself about to enter a bathhouse for the first time since I'd been young. I was nervous; I no longer had the hard body of my youth, my hair was much thinner, and I'd developed a gut somewhere down the line. But it was my birthday, and for the first time in years I had no obligations, no relationship, no one depending on me. And I had promised myself the chance to get infected. I was embarassed when I saw the young, hard bodies behind the desk... Why would anyone be interested in me when there was meat like this around? I got my key and my towel and stripped down. At first I couldn't get anyone to notice me, or of the couple who barely did, one laughed. I felt humiliated, but I was determined. This club had a gloryhole wall where the men using the holes stood on a platform, and the men sucking could stand up straight. I stood on the lower level until a cock appeared in front of me. I went down on it and it got super hard, about 8 inches long and slender. He was shaved, and there was a tattoo that I couldn't make out. I've always been good at giving head. I can easily overcome my gag reflex, and I can deepthroat almost any cock to the balls. I did this with him for a while. Before he shot his load, I asked: "Do you want to cum in my ass?" There was a moment's hesitation, and the cock disappeared. I began to feel like I had blown it, when the man stepped in front of me. To my surprise, he was my age, but in much better shape. "How do you want it?' he asked, matter-of-factly. "Bareback," I barely managed to say. He just nodded and motioned for me to follow him. He led me to a private room and told me to get on the bed. He told me to suck him some more, and to use plenty of saliva, because that's all the lube he was going to use. As I sucked on it, I noticed with a thrill of excitement that his tattoo said "Toxic Cock!" He noticed the way I looked at it. "You don't have it yet, do you?" he asked. I could only shake my head. "Do you want it?" I nodded quickly. "Yes," I said. He laughed. "You expect me to give it to you tonight?" "Please!" "It doesn't work that way," he said. "I'm medicated, and my cum probably doesn't have enough virus in it to infect you, no matter how hard I fuck you." My disappointment must have been obvious, because he laughed. "I could go off my meds," he said, "And develop a high-viral load. But why should I do that for you?" I swallowed. "I'll do anything for it," I said. He looked at me with interest. "I want you to make it worth my while," he said. "Come live with me, and do anything I tell you. The day you arrive, I'll go off my meds. And if you're still there in two weeks, I could have enough virus to infect you." With that he turned me the way he wanted me and rammed his cock into me. He didn't infect me that day, but I felt wonderfully sore for a couple days after. It took me a month to get away. I quit my job and collected the deposit on my apartment. These had been his conditions: That I have nothing left to return to. I had complied without even knowing what kind of home I would be going to. It wasn't the luxurious estate that I'd been offered in the 80s. It was a working farm, and I found myself used not only sexually but for labor. He would work me until I was ready to drop, and then he would fuck me. As he promised, he quit taking his meds during this time. He didn't simply fuck me. He reamed out my ass with a bottle brush every day so the virus could more easily enter the bloodstream. It hurt when he fucked me, every time. It's now a month that I've been here, and I'm sick as hell. It's August, so it seems a strange month for the flu... except, of course, what I have isn't the flu. The day I woke up with a fever, throwing up, and aching all over, he told me I'd been pozzed. I've decided to continue to live with him and serve him. We've agreed that, while he will return to his meds, I will never take them. I am not living in idle luxury as per my old fantasy, but I'm nevertheless content with the life, and eventual death, I've chosen.
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Vers guy coming to Birmingham tues and wed night, up for breeding sessions. Anyone wanna meet? Emal me
