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Nico heard the door knob jiggle and the front door swing open. He's home, he thought. Jumping onto the bed, Nico was almost entirely naked except for the bright orange, knee-high socks he was wearing. He positioned himself on all fours with his hole facing the bedroom door. "Babe?," Omar called from the living room. "I'm in the bedroom," Nico replied. Nico heard Omar set his keys down and walk toward the bedroom. "You slut," Omar laughed. "Care for a ride, stranger?", Nico retorted as he wagged his ass back and forth a few times. And what a perfect ass it was. On their first date, Omar had joked about Nico's ass "defying gravity." Nico then heard Omar walk into the room and unzip his pants. "How was work?" Nico asked as he arched his back, revealing the muscular dimples where his spine met his pelvis and all but advertising that he wasn't actually listening for an answer. Omar, ignoring Nico's question, placed one hand on Nico's ass. "Such a fucking hot dancer's butt you got, boy," Omar admired as he ran his left hand around the gorgeous muscular spheres, making swooping figure-eights on Nico's plump fuck cushions. "It's going to be nice watching this hot ass catch the attention of all your friend's dads at graduation." Omar loved parading his young, hot boyfriend in front of other thirsty men. Nico could hear Omar reaching into his underwear to fondle his meaty dick. "Mmmmm, is daddy getting his thick cock ready to plow open some twink hole?," Nico purred. The age gap between Nico and Omar was always a huge turn-on for them both, with Nico's 18-year-old boyishness making Omar's 36-year-old manliness stand out all the more whenever the two were out in public together. Omar, again ignoring Nico's question, landed a swift strike to Nico's butt cheek with an open palm, letting out a crisp snap. "Fuck!" Nico responded, almost whispering -- quieter than seemed proportionate with the striking his jock ass had just received. "No more questions, slut," Omar muttered as he began pressing his raw mushroom head into Nico's supple, pink hole. Omar had been calling Nico a slut since the first time Omar stuck his bare cock in his sexy little twink boy on their first date. Omar knew he'd found his new boyfriend the second Nico led him into that bathroom stall at the restaurant where they first met and let Omar stuff him full of man-seed before dessert had even been served. Not only that, Nico had never even so much as broached the subject of condoms with Omar before guiding Omar's girthy, engorged cock into his young rectum and absorbing Omar's throbbing fuckstick into him with ease. "What a fucking slut," Omar remembers muttering after unloading that first thick ropey load of DNA is this sexually precocious high school senior. It was a huge turn on for Omar that Nico hadn't even so much as asked about STDs. The little slut had no idea what kind of load he was taking and didn't seem to care. "Jesus Christ, daddy, pork me all ready," Nico entreatied as his craving for Omar's raw cock hijacked Nico's patience. Still dutifully on all fours, Nico arched his back again revealing the sculpted, lean musculature of his lower back. Omar spat on his cockhead and swirled his dick around Nico's fresh, pink hole before thrusting his pelvis forward and plunging his cock into Nico's not-quite-ready-for-it rectum. "Ow, fuck! Daddy, that hurt!" Nico let out. Omar felt his loins burn with desire at hearing his boy toy cry out in pain from an unnecessarily forceful penetration. Omar had his raw, barely lubed cock already pressing at the entrance to Nico's second hole. Nico winced with pain. "You want me to stop, baby boy?," Omar asked tenderly. "Maybe just for a second, daddy," Nico replied. "Of course, slut," Omar replied while starting to slowly pull his raw dick out. Just as his cock head was beginning to crest at the lip of Nico's hole, Omar reversed course and slammed his raw dick right back into the twink's hole without warning. "God, fuck!" Nico let out, wincing. "Tell me you want me to stop, slut," Omar barked dryly as he relished Nico's warm, tight hole. "Omar, please stop," Nico said, dropping the nicknames and taking on a more serious tone. Omar knew Nico wasn't just playing, but Omar's cock was not leaving that boy's hole. Omar slowed his thrusts but never stopped his slow-fucking. "Omar, come on," Nico insisted. Omar's thrusts picked up pace as he began plunging his shaft faster and faster into Nico. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered. His tender hole was starting to burn from the lack of lubrication. Nico tried pulling his hips forward to get Omar's cock out of him, but as soon as Omar felt Nico trying to wiggle free, he grabbed Nico's hips and pulled the twink forcefully back onto his rock-hard cock. Nico cried out again. "Fucking take that dick, boy," Omar grunted, adding, "It's not my fault you made me do this to you." Nico gave up resisting and resigned himself to being fucked against his will knowing that Omar could not resist fucking Nico's brains out once he had his raw cock inside the twink. Nico relaxed his hole, hoping that would provide some relief from the pain of his boyfriend's raw cock tearing him open. "Apologize to me for making me do this to you, fucking slut," Omar said with a hint of disdain. "I'm sorry," Nico obliged. "You're what, you little whore?" "I'm sorry for making you do this to me, daddy." "That's right slut." Omar's cock thrusts were picking up pace, as he took advantage of his warm flesh-sleeve of a boyfriend. Omar reached around and clasped his enormous hands around Nico's throat and slowly began to apply pressure. Nico felt his airway closing under the force of Omar's grip. Omar was not piston fucking Nico at full speed. Omar's grip got tighter. It was getting to be almost impossible for Nico to breath. Nico started seeing stars. "Oh fuck yeah, slut," Omar uttered hungrily. "I'm going to fuckin choke you out while I rape you, you dumb fucking slut." Omar started grunting as he felt his balls swelling in anticipation. Omar's cock shot out a thick wad of sperm into Nico's now-compliant hole. Nico felt Omar's cock twitch inside him as he unloaded inside Nico. "Fucking whore," Omar said as he dismounted, finally releasing Nico's neck. Nico fell to the bed gulping air back into his lungs as Omar's cum sloshed around inside him. Nico gathered himself back up. "Daddy?" He said raspily, sounding upset. "Yeah?" "I'm so sorry, daddy."

I honestly didn't suspect it was an std at first. I my hole was a little itchy but I thought it might be an allergic reaction. I don't have insurance and thought it would go away so I tried to wait it out. 6 weeks into it I noticed a rash on my balls and thighs. I broke down and went to the free clinic. It turned out I have syphilis. I got it treated, but I can't help being turned on thinking about how slutty I've been lately. I have no idea who gave it to me, but if they wanted to give it to me again I'd willing take it.

I will be in Manchester in September. I would love to play with some STI infected guys. I also love poz guys.

I'm a bottom with oral HSV1. I love to suck cock and make men cum in my mouth, but I don't hide my condition and so I get few takers. I've advertised to find a top who has HSV genitally, figuring that it would be a good match if we both had the same thing and couldn't catch it from each other. But I seem to have trouble setting up even something as simple as this. Any idea why?

here it is! the first half my first "gift giving" erotic fiction. it doesn't involve HIV or AIDS though. it focuses on the virus: hsv1 (Herpes Simplex 1) and it's actually my own fantasy too. the narrator/main character is based off of me. sorry if it's really long but i added a lot of detail to keep it arousing. there may be a few spelling errors too, and some of it may seem a bit obscure and twisted but what do you expect? please share your thoughts and be specific but not too harsh with criticism on how it's wrote It’s been a very long time but I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was (and still am) a tall, skinny, and good looking combined jock/twink with a circumcised 9 inch cock, but I also was extremely promiscuous. Every single night, I would be online trying to hook up with any guy who wanted a cock rammed in his asshole or any guy looking to swallow a huge sperm load, and I always found a guy who was up for it. I always had fun every single night, but then I got a bit worried about STDs. I also used condoms and 80% of the time, I prefered to just be sucked off instead, but still, I knew there was a risk. A few months after I turned 18, I went to a clinic in a town I was living in to get a full STD test. I arrived at the clinic right after school. I had to walk there since I didn’t have a car at all. A young but bitchy nurse told me that I would be seeing my new physician, Dr.XXX, soon. I sat down in the waiting room for about 5 minutes, until one of the receptionist told me, “Marty, Dr.XXX is ready to see you.” I followed her back to the examination room, where a white hospital gown was laying on the examination bed. She told me to just take off all of my clothes and put on the gown and that Dr.XXX would be right in, she then left me alone right after. So, I did exactly what she told me. I took off all of my clothes and put on the hospital gown. A few minutes later Dr.XXX came in and I finally saw him for the first time. He was a tall older man about in his late-50s. He had a few wrinkles around his face and his body was in average shape but a little bit muscular. He had pale skin and blue eyes and was bald with a dried up mustache and beard. “Good evening” he said in a deep but slightly flirtatious voice. “Hi,” I said back. He then asked me a couple questions about my sexual activity and I was basically honest with him about everything (I’m not the type of guy who holds stuff back). He seemed a little too fascinated about all of it, but I didn’t really give a shit. Later, he drawed my blood, he checked my cock for a discharge, I gave him a urine sample, and then I put my clothes back on, and he told me he’d call me back next week for my results. I then went home, but ironically, I was curious about Dr.XXX. I thought about how his lips would feel around my cock with his beard scrapping my inner-thighs. But eventually, I just rubbed one out then went on with my life. A week later, I was checking my messages on my cellphone after I was done with school. I then found one recorded message from Dr.XXX. I listened to it and heard him talk in a very cordial voice. He was telling me that all of my results for all STDs came back negative but there was still something he was a bit concerned about that he wanted to talk to me with. I then got nervous and called him back. When I told him, he told me not to worry at all and to come to the clinic tonight at 7pm. I agreed to meet him there then I hung up, but then I thought it was kinda weird since the STD clinic actually closed at 5pm. I then brushed it off and went about my day until it was a half hour to 7pm when I had to go see Dr.XXX. I was feeling a bit edgy because I forgot to jerk off that day, but I figured I could do it when I got back. I then got dressed, put on a pink men’s thong, red skimpy wrestling shorts, and a white football jersey (I never played football though, I was way too skinny for that.) Then I was on my way. I arrived at the clinic at 6:55pm and strangely the whole waiting room was dark/dim-light and deserted. Right away I noticed that Dr.XXX was waiting for me. He was dressed in his typical medical work attire (rubber gloves, shoes, a white lab coat etc.), but something was different…. On his face he was wearing a white health mask that covered mouth. Yet, I could see in his eyes he seemed a little eager to see me. “Good evening,” he slowly spoke, in a deep but even more flirtatious/cordial voice. “What’s up doc?” I replied casually/friendly, “What did you want to see me for?” “Follow me,” he said as he turned around and lead me back to the examination room. The examination room was brightly light like always, but something out of place caught my eye. There was a recliner chair in the examination room, which I thought was a little weird but I shrugged it off. “Have a seat,” he said in friendly voice while motioning his hand to the recliner. I did as he said and longed back in the recliner while he sat in a chair at his desk a couple feet away from me, facing me. “So here’s what I wanted to see you for,” he said to me in a deep voice, muffled by the health mask blocking his mouth, “all of your STD results came back negative, including your results for HSV-1.” I then got curious, “HSV-1? What’s that?” “Herpes Simplex Virus 1,” he answered, “I was just bit concerned though.” I then became a bit confused, “Concerned? Why are you concerned about me testing negative for herpes?” I asked, “Isn’t it good that I don’t have a virus that causes a bunch of painful sores to come back on my cock every couple of months?” Dr. XXX then replied, “Well, not exactly, but I’ll get to that later,” he then asked me, “How many men have you had intimate contact with?” “A lot,” I replied, “I don’t know the exact number. I rarely ever do anal though.” “Ahh,” he replied, “So you engage in oral sex with men often?” I then got an erection. Forgot to mention this earlier, but for some odd reason hearing a guy talk in a scientific vocabulary arouses me. I have no idea why it turns me on though. “Yes,” I replied to him, “Very often, but they suck me. I don’t suck them.” “Do you ever kiss any of these men?” he asked me. “Sometimes I guess,” I replied, “What makes you ask?” “Well that’s how herpes simplex 1 is spread,” he answered, “Herpes Simplex 1 lives on the lips and causes coldsores and fever blisters.” “Really?” I replied. I myself have never had a coldsore of fever blister and never wanted one. they’re so nasty and embarrassing to have on your lips for everyone to see. I sure was surprised to find out that they’re caused by herpes though. “Yes,” he answered me, “But 65% of the world population has the virus, most people catch it during childhood from being innocently kissed on the lips by a relative. But majority of them don’t get any symptoms and remain asymptomatic but can still be contagious, but I was worried about you though.” “Why?” I asked. “well, you don’t have the virus at all, and there’s a very high risk of you catching it from someone,” he spoke in a cordial deep voice, “and I wouldn’t want anyone to ruin that beautiful face with a nasty cold sore…” I was still confused with what Dr.XXX was telling me but started aroused for some reason. I could sense that something was starting to steam up between us. I soon started to agree with him though. “Well of course,” I replied, “I wouldn’t want an ugly and embarrassing coldsore on my lip with everyone seeing it but how can I prevent myself from getting it if it could spread without symptoms?” Dr.XXX paused for a breif moment while staring into my eyes in a alluring way, “Well, herpes simplex 1 can be passed on to the genitals during oral sex. But the virus can’t survive well on the genitals since it’s meant to be on the mouth. Most people who are infected genitally only get one to three outbreaks then it goes asymptomatic. Plus the viral asymptomatic shedding very low so it’s extremely unlikely for you to ever pass it on to any of your new sex partners, so their would be no need to disclose your infection at all if you were to have it genitally,” he spoke, “Plus one you’re infected you automatically become immune due to your body producing blood antibodies to fend off the virus so you would not be able to become infected again.” It all made sense to me right away. I could catch herpes simplex 1 genitally and not have to worry about getting embarrassing coldsores on my lips, plus it wouldn’t survive long on my genitals. “so, i find some random guy with coldsores to suck me off?” I asked, “where?” I then noticed a look of anticipation on Dr.XXX’s eyes. I then got a slight hunch of what would happen next… TO BE CONTINUED....

Hey guys, I'm new and want to get some people's opinions. Is herpes really even all that bad? If you were to happen to pick up herpes from a random hook up would it be that big of a deal? What are your guy's thoughts?

So I was feeling fine until today, emotionally that is. After a huge-drunken fight where we actually broke up- and subsequently got back together, my boyfriend finally opened our relationship (and allowed me to have no internet restrictions as well). So on the first night that I was allowed to hook up with someone - I made it happen with a bottom who really wasn't that cute. A few days after what turned out to be terrible and awkward sex... I noticed some of the first symptoms. First the faint itch in my urethra, and then really painful urination. What I originally thought was chlamydia or gonorrhea, started manifesting instead as HSV2. My boyfriend was first to realize this, as his manifested in open anal sores. then we both felt the fever, back/butt/thigh/calf/foot aches, and the tingling/burning sensation in the thighs/butt/balls/dick/inner thigh. All the while, I was fine... it sucked of course and I was lamenting the shrinking of my pool of sexual partners, but i was fine. My bf went to the doctor today and got antivirals but I had yet to make an appointment (because my pain was less severe and I don't currently have a local primary care physician). Up till an hour ago, my case was the rare form of HSV2 (intraurethral) which is not visible and manifests inside the urethra. However, noticing a faint itch around my head as I went to the bathroom, I checked and small bumps are starting on my frenulum. This is when it hit me... and I just feel so bummed... Nobody on Grindr is gonna want to risk it and at 23, I feel like playtime is over before it began... I haven't been single for very long since I came out and I've never had a slut phase. I just really wanted the freedom to sleep with guys when the urge came and not worry about things... I know i'll be fine but.... ugh... my other thought, as I tried to comprehend the changes this would mean - was that other HSV2 positive guys (which statistically is high in gay men) would be fine with hooking up but the boyfriend isn't interested in even entertaining the idea for the future. But that is where my mind is at with this news--- how i will never have normal sex life again... And (I do read the stealth stories on here) but I could never do that intentionally... full disclosure is what I will be doing. I also feel like this puts friends/and people who know me off the list for future intimacy... I don't even know what I'll do If my boyfriend and I ever break up.

I believe I might be having too much fun with this webforum... Another erotic story about me getting infected with genital herpes from a random guy's coldsore. It's kind of the sequel to this story: https://breeding.zone/topic/35567-the-oral-doctor-herpes-fantasy/#entry394128 Not enough people commented on that one either so please do when you get the chance! same with this one be specific too. It turns me on so much reading your feedback on all this... seriously... Once again the narrator/main character is based off of me. Sorry if there some grammer errors. I was excited to post this but seriously, please reply and share your input I always had a very nasty mind when it came to sex but I always tried to keep it to myself most of the time. One strange fetish I had was with coldsores/herpes. For some odd reason, I found it very erotic of the thought of a man with a coldsore to go down on me and suck me off and infect me with a stinging virus. I posting on webforums about it all the time looking for guys to share the fantasy with. I even went as far as writing an erotic story about a doctor infecting me with herpes and posted it on a webforum site called breedingzone. Pretty twisted right? I never had a coldsore in my life. I knew it would be very possible for me to get infected if I really found some guy to go through with the fantasy. I was 100% sure when I tested negative for hsv1 through a bloodtest. It made me want it even more... I read online that 85% of adults have the virus anyway. Strange that i was one of the uninfected, at least at that time was. It remained a fantasy until I met him… I was 18 years old at the time. tall, slim, brunette, tan, and handsome looking. It was my first day at my cheap ass community college. At 8am I arrived at my first class. I walked inside the room and chose the first front seat I saw. After I sat down I sensed a ‘presence’ nearby… I turned my head to the left and was somewhat startled by a man sitting next to me who I didn’t notice at first. This is EXACTLY what he looks like, except 10-15 years older (early/mid 40s) For a brief moment I stared into his pale blue/gray soul-piercing eyes. I saw that he was tall and skinny like I was with a chiseled face, except he was older than I was. I then noticed a white health mask on his face covering up his lips/mouth. He spoke in a deep, slow, and somewhat lustful voice, “Hello, my name is Tatum. What’s your name?” “Umm, my name is Josh… Nice to meet you…” I replied somewhat nervously. “Very nice to meet you too,” he replied in the slow, deep, alluring voice. Our instructor finally arrived and class went on for an hour and half, BUT the whole entire time, I felt myself being watched by Tatum and his blue wide-open soul piercing eyes. I was definitely sensing a lustful look full of desire from him, but I thought it was just my imagination… or was it? I still thought it was a bit strange that he was wearing a health mask though, but I really didn’t give it much though. After class was over, I left and went home. After a few minutes of being at home, I noticed I forgot something… My iphone. I got kinda freaked out for a moment when I realized I left it in the class room. I wondered who would have found it.. an instructor? one of my fellow students? I got even more anxious about what I had on it… My cock selfies, or even worse, the pictures of guys with coldsores on their lips which i downloaded of google images and jerked off to very often (told you I was a freak) BUT I did not want anyone in my real life to find that out. I quickly got back into my parent's car and drove back to campus. As I walked inside the building, I noticed a man standing in the entrance hall, leaning against the wall, staring at me with his soul-piercing eyes. Yes… It was Tatum… He still had on the white health mask covering up his mouth and lips. But this time, something was different about him. His eyes were wide open and his scalera had a slight red/pink tint. He was staring dead straight into my eyes. This tune then started playing in my head as I was in his presence: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxx5iLtXAH4 I stood there frozen for a second. Staring back at his haunting but erotic glare. He then walked over to me and held out his hand. In his hand was my iphone… a sudden chill streamed down my spine. “Hello,” he talked in a thick deep slow moist and sensual voice, “You left this…” I noticed that Tatum was breathing very hard. I also saw saliva/drool trickling down his chin from under his health mask. He was breathing hard and quivering, as if he was trying to hold back an intense urge. I gently pulled my iphone out of his hand. “Thanks,” I told him. He let out a moist long breath, “Anytime…. nastymind...:” he replied. Without much thought, I just casually walked away. I definitely felt a lust feeling cumming from him. I felt his eyes watching from behind as I walked out of the building and back to the parking lot. I knew he definitely wanted me or was it just my crazy and twisted mind convincing me that?… As I was driving home, a wave of anxiety struck me. I remembered what he said ‘nastymind’. It turns out that that is actually my username on the breedingzone webforum. I worried about what he saw on my iphone. Did he see my cock pics? did he see the coldsore pics i downloaded? did he read my twisted fantasy story about the imaginary doctor sucking me off with coldsores and giving me genital herpes? I took a deep breath and worried. It was bad enough that someone I knew in real life will know I’m a total freak. I then remember that he didn't seem very disgusted at all when i last saw him. I would later find out that he definitely wasn’t… That's it for the first part! I definitely think I'm the most twisted/f*cked up minded guy on this site lol PLEASEEE tell me what you think of it

24 y/o dude here in DFW area looking for other nasty pigs that would be up for giving me an STD. Fucking turned on by herpes, gono, syph, etc. POZ here and also love getting my ass recharged with high VL nut. Nothin gets me fuckin hotter and more horned up that the whole STD thing. So, if you have something you'd like to share, hit me up ASAP. I can host or travel. Don't give a fuck what you look like, your age, etc.... just lookin for nasty STD loads.

*** work of Total Fiction *** I knew I was gay from a young age, and was eager to act on the urges I felt. In my early days I got older men from chatrooms to pick me up and take me out for nights of underage drinking and underage sex. When I turned 18 I started going to the bath houses in the city. Being so young and cute I never left those places without giving one or two loads and taking at least twice that in my twinki hole. This went on for years until when I was 24 when I found out I had contracted herps. I had obviously picked them up from some dirty raw hole I had encountered along the way. The first break out itched like hell and scared the bejesus out of me. I ran to the clinic and got the whole gambit of tests run. Other than the herpes, all checked out fine- a wonder given all the anon cum I'd taken. Over the next few years I managed the outbreaks well- I haven't been able to pay for meds and since I don't get outbreaks too often it really hasn't affected my life. During those times that I do break out I usually refrain from fucking guys up the ass, but once in awhile I say 'fuck it' and go cruise the baths again. It's only happened twice before that I decided to shoot my dna in a guy while I'm broken out- both times I had decided to do so since they were young sluts that deserved to take poxy cum in their holes for not being safe. Today, I'm 30 years old, 5'10 165lbs, and I woke up with that familiar itch again. It wasn't too bad, only a couple of blisters, but one of them was pretty angry looking. I decided to check out CL to see who was looking. I was shocked to see the first post to be from a fresh 18 year old twink looking to take raw loads in his hole. My cock throbbed and itched violently at the thought of driving into the pink pucker in the pics the boi had posted. I emailed him and and we quickly arranged for him to come to my place later that night. Throughout the day I tried my hardest to keep from scratching while I thought about slipping into that warm wet boi cunt. I got home and showered and again inspected the soars on my cock. Another blister had risen and the angry one had started to weep. I began to second think fucking this kid, afraid of giving him an unwanted std. I texted him and asked if he was worried about catching something from taking anon cum in his ass. He quickly wrote back saying it was a thrill taking loads, a thrill that outweighed any risk. I decided then that this kid wasn't going to leave until he was carrying my gift with him- with this in mind and scratched at the weeping soar and the others to further anger them... I was going to make sure it took. He knocked at 7:00 P.M., just like we had planned He was beautiful: 18 years old, 5'8" 150 pounds and cute as a button. He was already pulling at my belt and taking his shirt off before I managed to close the door to my almost-pitch-black house. In no time we were both naked, and he was lubing my cock with the back of the throat, moaning as pre-cum started to flow freely. In a flash he was lowering his tight hole down on me. The blister stung like crazy as his raw flesh began to rub up and down on my shaft. "You want this load in ya boi? You want my seed?" This kind of talk drove him wild online and on my cock just the same. He started to ride my dick for all he was worth, panting, moaning, and gasping as he fucked himself hard on my poxed tool. The thought of this kid riding so roughly on my infected cock made me even hornier. Before too long I felt my load boiling up from my balls, and announced its release with relish as it gushed into the kid's hole. Like it was on que, he then busted his nut all over my chest and stomach. He rose off me slowly while scooping up his load from my chest and began to rub it all over my burning member- which stayed hard knowing I was going to have another turn to deliver my pox into his fresh hole. I was right. "Ready for round two?" he asked as he lowered myself onto my cock again, pushed his load up in with mine. After he rode me for a little while I flipped him over so I could slide in doggy-style and give him a right pounding like the little slut deserved. After pumping my second load in him I started to pull out and realized he had started to bleed. When I told him this he turned a little green and looked at me sadly, saying "You should go get tested, I have HIV and am not on meds." I didn't go the clinic on the spot, but when some six weeks later I came down with a nasty flu, I went to the local health clinic, knowing what was to come. Sure enough, I was poz. I still can't afford meds, so I don't let it bother me too much. I still get that itch for young, raw ass every now and again. I should feel guilty, but I don't. If I'm asked about status, I tell the truth- but in this college town full of drunk, horny young men, no one ever does.