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Met this guy while roller-blading in the park a while ago. He was cute, about 22 years old, newly gay, only been fucked once. We just started hanging out as friends and doing stuff. I wasn't looking for a relationship, and he was. He had those eyes for me that followed me everywhere I went, and watched my body move any chance he got. He was a really sweet kid, and we had a lot of fun, but nothing ever happened. We'd been hanging out for about 6 months, and he knew I was poz, and we'd discussed sex a lot. He knew I was into barebacking strictly, and all about my past. He wanted me anyway. He wanted me to be his boyfriend, but as I said, I wasn't looking for any sort of commitment, and I knew if I had sex with him, he'd only get more emotionally involved. I'd been experimenting with bondage, mostly being tied up for a few months, and had chatted with this guy online for a while about getting together. After taking all the safety measures of getting to know him, and trust him, we finally agreed to meet. We'd been talking for about 3 months online so far. He had someone he said who wanted to watch the scene we would do, but not be involved in it. He said the guy was young, cute, and curious to try it himself, and wanted to see how things went. I have never minded doing stuff in public or being watched, so I agreed. I got to the guy's house that Saturday night, and he immediately stripped and blindfolded me He then led me naked down to his basement, where he had a dungeon setup. I was already hard, and dripping as I was going down the stairs. He tied me to a St. Andrews cross, fully spread eagle, naked, tied at the wrists, ankles, and waist by soft nylon ropes. He did his things to me then, since this isn't really a bondage group, I won't get into all the details, but suffice it to say, my cock was tied, teased, and my body was in exquisite pain/pleasure for about 2 hours. I was begging to be allowed to cum at this point, and he knew it. He told me the guy had been watching the whole scene, and it made my already hard dick throb even more (there was a huge wet puddle of my pre-cum under me), and ooze out another thick glob of juice, as I felt it slowly drool out of my dick and slide down to the floor. He removed the blindfold then, and it took me about a minute for my eyes to readjust to seeing after 2 1/2 hours of being totally in the dark. There before me stood my bondage top, and a little behind him and against the wall, was "the kid." This was the kid I'd mentioned earlier, my little buddy. He'd been watching me the whole time. I was confused, and surprised, but not angry. The kid told me he had worked out a deal for the top guy, and had him talk to me online, so he could see me having fun finally. I laughed, and didn't really mind. He'd probably be even more focused on me now, but we hadn't had sex, and it was alright. They both kind of looked at each other, and the top said that I didn't realize the full extent of the deal. I was confused. The top stripped the kid naked before me, and began tying him up as well, only he was being tied face down, reverse hogtied, with his body bent over a padded structure, his legs open and spread and tied to the legs. Wow, I thought, I get to watch and get off too. That wasn't what the "deal" was though. All the time the kid was being tied, the top continued to keep me hard and on edge, so I was still bursting at the balls. Finally the kid was tied up, and spread open. The top then moved the kid and his structure directly in front of me, so that the kids ass lined up a few inches in front of my dick. Again, I was confused. The top explained that the deal was that the kid got to get fucked by me, which I would never agree to, and the top got to watch this beautiful, young kid, get fucked bare, and take a poz load in his neg ass. I almost lost my hardon. Now I was mad, and felt betrayed. I thought to myself, the kid doesn't realize what he's doing! He knew I was poz, and knew he shouldn't be doing this. At the same time, I was still hard, and the thought of fucking his beautiful, sweet ass, and blowing a charged load into him, changing him forever, made another huge glob of precum ooze out of my dick. I was then gagged, so I couldn't say anything or complain. I could hardly even move, I was tied so tight. Slowly the top moved the kid backwards towards my aching dick. My dickhead brushed across his tight little hold, and it became wet with more of the precum I was now almost flowing out of my dick. The kid had a lot more mobility than I did in movement, and he slowly started to back himself onto my throbbing dick. I tried to move or resist, but it was useless. The head popped in, without any lube other than my precum, and my head swam in confusion of fear for the kid, and the pleasure finally being supplied to my dick that had been denied through teasing for hours. The kid continued to back himself onto me, until he had about half of my dick in him, and stopped. Obviously it hurt him (remember, I was only the 2nd guy to be inside him). He kinda lost his nerve a bit from the pain I think, and just held still. The top seeing this grabbed for his balls, and pulled, causing the kid to back away from him and fully impale himself onto my entire dick. He kinda squealed in pain, because my dick at the base was pretty dry, and I kinda tore into him as he suddenly backed onto me. My dick was harder than it has ever been, as the top pushed the structure under the kid more towards me, pinning the kid against me and the table, so that he couldn't pull himself off my dick. There we were locked together, me inside him, neither of us able to move. At that moment, I was still so hard, and wanted to fuck, I just couldn't help myself. With what little mobility I had, I slowly started to fuck his ass, it felt so good and warm. I looked down at my dick, and there was a little blood on it, the kid had torn his ass being impaled on me. I knew we wouldn't be released until we were done, and strangely a part of me was incredibly turned on by the fact that I would probably be pozzing this kid. I thrust more, and felt more precum flowing out of my shaft and into him, lubing his ass more, and making it feel more wet. The top started to play with my balls, and nips again, and my thrusting grew more insistent. The kid was being really quiet, I wasn't sure if he was in pain, or scared, or what, but then I realized I didn't care. I wanted to fuck, I needed to cum, and I was turned on by blowing my cum into his little neg ass. I lost restraint, and let go, slowly pumping back and forth into him. Within two minutes, I couldn't hold back, since I had been on the edge for two hours, the top squeezed on my balls, and my dick grew even bigger, as I shuddered and started cumming into him. The thoughts going through my mind were of a savage sexual aggression, I wanted to fuck him, to cum in him and to blow poz cum into his neg ass, I was so turned on, as my dick spasmed and contracted, and I shot what felt like 10-12 thick spurts of cum into his ass. We held still for a while, and then were both untied. We left together, and didn't say a word at all. I drove the kid to my house, and we both went in, still not talking. Wordlessly, I took his hand and took him to the bedroom, and undressed us both. I began kissing him, licking him all over and bent him back onto the bed. I licked his hairless, smooth, tight little body, as he writhed around and moaned. I sucked his nips, licked his balls, and slowly took his dick into my mouth, and sucked slowly. He came almost instantly, and I let it flow from his dick into my mouth, and held it there. When he finished, I climbed up to him, and kissed him, sharing his sperm between our two mouths, kissing and licking his lips. He ate his own cum greedily, as I spread his legs open, and moved between them. Still wordlessly, I mounted his ass, and slid bare inside him. He moaned, and opened his legs more, his eyes filled with lust and passion. I slowly fucked him this time for a while, thinking the whole time, how I needed to breed his ass more, make sure the poz cum took hold of his body, and blew another load into him. He said he could feel as my dick was contracting in his ass, and then a really warm, wet feeling as my cum went into him. I fucked him all the rest of the weekend, continually inseminating his ass over and over. I couldn't get enough of it, and was more than turned on by pozzing a neg guy. It was a feeling that lasted, and I wanted to repeat with him and others more and more. The kid converted a few weeks later after getting sick. After a few difficult weeks of resorting out our relationship, we both settled comfortably into becoming fuck buddies, and started working together to tag other neg guys, but that's another story.
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Having advertised a POZZING PARTY, I had 4 guys cum over—2 POZ (self-included), 3 NEGS and 3 No-Shows. No one except I, as Host, was absolutely certain of each Reveler’s Status; and that I had to know, to guarantee fair treatment of the NEGS. The first guy to arrive, one of the NEGS, went down on me. We 69’d; and that's when Stud #2, a POZ Dude like myself, arrived. He got on his knees to rim the NEG’s Mancunt. That aroused the NEG, who deep-throated me insatiably. Ten minutes later, two other NEGS arrived, a Latino and a short fem Blonde. I told the former to lock the door, so we could go at each other uninterrupted. NEG #1, the one with whom I’d 69’d, announced he wanted to get fucked. That was all he had to say—because we literally dragged him down the stairs, and threw him in my Sling. One after another, we fucked his pretty bubble Butt, cumming inside him, Spooge spilling out onto the carpet. I whispered to the other POZ Dude to let the two NEGS have at him, so that the Hole we inherited would hopefully be well-used and abraded. I think he took the hint as to who was NEG and who was POZ. The Bottom moaned that he was gonna shoot. I shoved my oozing Dick between his lips. He groaned louder, arched his back, and shot his last NEG Load all over his chest! The two NEGS standing over him, creamed on his Pubes, while the POZ guy pumped his acrid Jizm up his Rectum. It was just too much for me to bear. I shot my POZ Seed deep down his gullet. I and the POZ Top slumped onto the Bottom in the Sling. The NEGS sat down. We were all spent. The NEG Latino guy announced he, too, wanted a Load up his Asshole. The four of us lined up to fuck him in the Sling. We alternated between biting his Nips, fucking his face, and making him eat our Pussies. Eventually he got a few loads, although not mine. After about 4 hours, and a couple beers each, the guys were pretty well exhausted. One by one they trailed off for home, except for the fem NEG Blonde. When we were alone he confided, ”I’ve always wanted to be raped.” "No problem," I said, recognizing that you can't really “rape” the willing. But I was more than willing to give it a shot. I led him down the stairs and handcuffed him. I had some rope hanging from the ceiling, and tied the cuffs to it, suspending him, his arms behind his back. He started to complain, so I grabbed an old jock strap and shoved it between his teeth. I punched him in the stomach (none too hard), lambasting him, “You’re my meat now! I couldn't care less how bad you feel!” I lubed up his Pussy with my special blend of butter-flavored Crisco, Baby Oil, and Ambusol (an over-the-counter toothache medication) and started fingering his Prostate, making his pretty Cock bounce hard as a rock. I progressed to 2 fingers, still working on his Prostate, making his Cock bob frenetically. When I went for 3 fingers, he started squirming and protesting. He flinched and groaned, and tried to scream through the fabric of the jock strap. When I inserted the 4th finger, he jumped sky high and got twisted up cause of the cuffs. I used my free hand to grab the Poppers bottle and opened it with my teeth. I held it to his nostrils for 15 seconds, force-feeding him an enormous hit. Intoxicated by the Inhalant, his Ass loosened up enough so I could get my thumb in, too. I grabbed the Crisco and relubed the portion of my hand that wasn’t up his Ass. Applying all the pressure I could muster, I shoved my Duke completely up his Pussy! He squirmed and twisted, trying to pull off. My primal instincts got the best of me. I didn’t give a shit whom or what got hurt. It was Him or Me—Do or Die, with Me Doing or Him Dying. I was determined to subjugate the Dude. "YOU'RE GONNA TAKE MY FUCKING FIST, BOY. LIKE IT OR NOT!" He was breathing really hard—almost hyperventilating. To my amazement, I was already in him up to my wrist! My Cock was raging. With my free hand I grabbed his Dick, which had gone soft, and jerked It rhythmically, while I plowed my other Fist in and out of his pretty blonde Manpussy. I wrapped my arm around him real tight and aimed my rock hard Cock at the Hole in which my digits were concealed. On the third attempt I got my Shaft in beside my curled up palm and his Ass Walls. He moaned and groaned in pain and pleasure, but mostly pain. Once I got my Dick in him, I fucked him with a real fury! When I got pretty close, I wanted him to shoot. I love the feel of being inside an Ass when a Dude Cums. Makes me Cum, too. As my left hand jerked and yanked his Shaft, I fucked him with a vengeance. I felt his tension mount, his back arch, and his legs stiffen. I pumped till he began to yelp behind the Jock Strap. His Cock, by then as hard as any Shaft can get, bounced up and down and twitched maniacally as I jacked him off. Precum drooled through my fingers, as my other hand kept on drilling at his Hole while simultaneously my Cock slid in and out of him. He wailed with short, arrhythmic bursts. His Dickhead lurched as he shot his first wave of NEG orgasmic Nectar. I plowed his Ass, getting very close to spurting. His Cock kept on twitching with spirited thrusts, spitting out NEG ManJuice as I pumped It. I bawled that I, too, was gonna shoot. He ejaculated further. Our mutual Orgasms seemed to go on forever. I shot a huge diseased Load up his Ass, filling him with pure unmedicated Virus. Within him, I could feel the deceptive warmth of my cold contaminated Jizm as it splashed against my hand. NEG Cream dribbled down my wrist as his Rod spurted more unadulterated ManSeed with each convulsion. I teased his Cock Head with my fingernail, tantalizing him still further. I used my hand inside his Pussy to milk every drop of toxic Spooge from my sadistic Tool, spilling each and every septic Glob onto his Innards. Once our stores were mutually depleted, I withdrew hand and Shaft from his ravaged Pussy. When I untied the cuffs, he fell to the floor. I removed the jock strap. “MY GOD!” he bellowed, but before he could finish what he was saying, I shoved his face onto my Rod so he could drain the last remaining drops of Bug-Infested Semen. Once I was sure I had passed along all the Sick Spunk I had to offer, I grabbed the key. His wrists were raw, abraded by the cuffs; and I applied Absorbine Junior. That must have stung because he flinched. He stayed the night with me, and I fucked him at 3 more times before he left, each time ejaculating blighted Spooge into his Mancunt. He promised to Cum to my Party in December. Perhaps by then, he, too, will have something POZITIVE to offer.
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When I started University times were tough. I had to move to the city to study, and the small allowance my parents gave me didn't cover costs. Living in college was ok, but the food was never enough, and i had no money for beer or fun, and no time for a regular job because of my studies, so I tried to pick up odd jobs around the neighbourhood to earn a bit of spare cash. It was just stuff like mowing lawns, painting fences and cleaning gutters, but it helped me scrape enough to get by. I adveritised my services by door knocking, and I had little cards I would distribute as well, just in case anyone wanted to call me later. I did it mostly on Saturdays, as that was when I had most time, and it left the evenings free for picking up girls. I was pretty talented with the ladies, and rarely went a night without scoring. One particular Saturday however when I was door-knocking in a new neighbourhood, I had a very different experience. I knocked on the door to a normal looking house; the man who answered the door was big and burly. I suppose he was around 50. He had a big handlebar moustache, and was wearing black jeans with a small black leather vest which was open at the front revealing a hairy chest and big beer gut. He also had an unusual tattoo on his upper arm, which i didn't know then, but now recognize as a biohazard symbol. I commented on it as I went past, as I thought it was a nice design and had been thinking of getting a tattoo of my own at some time. He told me I had to earn one of those, but i didn't understand. I explained why I was knocking, and he offered me $10 to mow his back lawn. I was a bit disappointed by the offer as $10 wouldn't go far, but seeing my disappointment he said he would pay me $20 dollars if I mowed the lawn in nothing but my jocks. Now I was not gay, but I wasn't shy either, and it was a fuckin' hot day, and his back yard was enclosed, and I needed the money, so I thought 'what the hell' and agreed to do it. He led me through the house to the back yard, and my attention was drawn to his computer in his bedroom, as it made a message-received sound on a chat program as I walked past. I noted he also had a webcam set up. He showed me the lawn mower, and without much fanfare i started the mower, undressed and started going about my business. The homeowner gathered up my clothing and took them inside for safe keeping. I must say its a bit odd mowing a lawn with little more than a jock and shoes. Twigs and branches sure sting when they whip past your legs, but it wasn't really much of a challenge: it was a small yard. Within about half an hour I was finished. Although it wasn't a particularly difficult day, and I was largely naked, the heat had caused me to break-out into a heavy sweat. The homeowner had watched most of the mowng apart from a few minutes when he had popped onto his computer and do a few other things. After I had finished and put away the lawn mower, he called me over for a chat. He said his nickname was Daddybear and he was glad i had mowed his lawn, because he had other plans for his afternoon. He asked me to step inside for payment, and offered me a drink of home-made ginger beer. I was happy to accept his offer. While he went to get his wallet, I downed the beer. I can honestly say it was the most terrible beer I had ever had. It was bitter as hell, and if it hadn't been ice cold, I would not have finished it, but I did so, finishing-up about the time he arrived with his wallet. He smiled, saying he was pleased I liked the beer. At that point I started to feel a bit giddy, and Daddybear saw me steady myself. He gave me another beer, saying it had the right combination of salts and sugars to hydrate me. I took him up on the second beer, and while it was only marginally better than the first one, I downed it, thinking it would counter what I assumed was dehydration. This was, as it turned out, a very bad idea. The next thing i remember I was gagging on some sort of ball thing that was shoved in my mouth, with like a harness strpping it behind my head. When I went to pull it out I realized my hands were cuffed to the headposts of a bed, I was unable to move, and I was laying on my stomach. A stack of firm pillows were propped under my hips making me bend in the middle to almost as if I was kneeling. My feet were also secured to the foot of the bed - I assumed by ropes. I couldn't believe the situation in which I found myself. I was now completely naked, and conscious of the cold air which was circulating between my butt cleft, which felt moist. I then heard the voice of Daddybear "ah, you're awake... welcome back! I have just finished preparing you!" It didn't take a PhD to figure-out what he had in mind, but in my position I could see no recourse. No amount of stuggling would free me from my bonds, and the effect of whatever had been dissolved in the drink still lingered and made my mind move very slowly. I was conscious the computer on the desk beside the bed which I had noticed on the way in was going frantic with received messages on chat programs, and I saw a webcam staring back at me from beside it. I saw Daddybear out the corner of my eye on the side of the bed away from the computer and noted that he had now shed his jeans and vest. He was naked. A huge uncut cock stood proudly about a hairy and full looking scrotum. He removed a tube from a night table drawer, and squeezed some clear gel onto his cock, lubing it up thoroughly. As he did so, his foreskin retracted, revealing a bright red head with precum oozing from it! "Look what Daddy has for you, boy!" he leered. "Aren't you lucky?" This was a scene out of the movie 'Deliverance'. At that point i felt anything but lucky. My stomach was in knots, but at the same time I couldn't help but feel my own cock twitch and begin to swell against the pillows. Daddybear walked back behind me, and i felt the mattress sway as he got on, moving behind me on his knees. He placed one hand on my back, and then very rapidly shoved a finger into my asshole and i flet his long fingernail scrape asit plunged in. i tried to cry out, but the ball in my mouth muffled any sound, and as he probed deeper to my prostate i found myself whimpering as my cock betrayed me and continued to swell against the pillows. Daddybear soon enough withdrew his finger and shuffled-up the bed further. I then felt him as he leaned forward, and placed the head of his cock at my hole, as he whispered in my ear "get ready, this is going to hurt some, but if you like, you can have some poppers to ease the pain." I had no idea what poppers were, but I didn't want any of this, let alone pain, so I nodded, and thru the dinging of arriving messages on the chat program I heard the crack and faint hiss of a bottle being opened. Daddybear then thrust under my nose and ordered me to inhale the fumes of what I since learned was amyl nitrate, an smell i will never forget. With the ball in my mouth I could do nothing but inhale through my nose. I could feel the pulse thumping in my head, and felt my ears flush and everything spin. Then the bottle was taken away and i felt Daddybear thrust forward. The lube and the amyl combined to ensure his rigid cock would be successful, and sure enough, I felt a searing pain as the head of his cock popped in. He held still for a second, but soon grew impatient and shoved again. I could feel the head of his cock sliding in further aided, perhaps, by its foreskin sheath. His cock was huge and he kept shoving it painfully inch by inch deeper inside me until I could feel the heat of his beer belly resting my back. The light touch of his testicles brushed up against my own. He let my ass stretch to adjust and accommodate before starting long thrusts back and forward, slowly at first, but building in speed until he was holding my hips and pumping me as fast as he could. I could hear his breathing getting faster and his thrusts getting stronger, and the repetitive onslaughts on my prostate were getting to much, but then he gripped my ass tighter with both hands, leaving bruises which lasted for weeks, and then grunted. I knew he was cumming. I felt the pulsations of his cock against my prostate, and I felt the gush of fluid as his sperm hit my ass, and before i knew it my own cock was shooting cum, as if his cum had gone right through me. He collapsed on top of me, gasping, his belly filling the small of my back, and his rough breath in my ear, but all the while keeping his cock as deep in me as possible. As his breathing settled he whispered in my ear "now I own you bitch! I have bred you! Now daddy's DNA is in you and you will never get it out! You're mine for life!" I didn't understand precisely what he meant, but I understood in some sense, that the exchange meant me owned me. He slowly withdrew, and stepped back, before undoing my hand cuffs and leaving me to untie my legs. I did so, and quickly got up and got dressed with my clothes which were piled on the floor. I needed to wipe away the goo on my ass, and noticed some white stuff tinged with blood which leaked out, but i was in too much of a hurry to get out of there to wipe thoroughly. I just put on my pants and left the room. Daddybear was waiting outside the room for me, and handed me two $20 dollar bills: one for the work on his lawn, the second as a token of his appreciation. I hurriedly left, and ran back to my dorm where I took a shower, and tried to forget the whole horrible experience. I have since learned this is typical behavior for anyone who has been raped. Of course I was much too embarrassed to ever tell anyone, let one the police. I was straight and that was that! I had no idea why my cock had been so hard during my experience, but wondered if there was a message in its response to Daddybear. I heard from Daddybear three weeks later when he rang to ask if i could mow his lawn again. I had apparently left my card with him. I mumbled something like 'no, you fuckin' bastard', but in truth I wasn't feeling well. In fact, I was feeling so poorly I went to see the University doctor, and he said I had a glandular fever, whatever that was. I had a background fever and sore throat for a week with swollen glands. Apparently it was common in my age group, especially with all the girls I was snogging! I spent the next five years fucking girls left right and centre to prove to myself that I wasn't gay. Some time a girl i had slept with unprotected told me she had tested HIV+ when donating blood, and I should get myself tested. It's safe to say that i know what the biohazard symbol means now.
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I met this guy on-line about a month ago. He described himself as a sexy Latin guy with a very big dick. I have a thing for Latinos, so I decided to meet-up with him, even though he didn’t have a photograph. I am 23 and have a very nice, tight body and usually pretty picky about the people I let fuck me, so when I met him, I was a little put-off. He was somewhat older than his profile suggested, and he did not have the body I was expecting. His uncut cock, on the other hand, looked very interesting: a full 8.5”, extremely thick, low hanging balls and a thick bush. He repeated several times I would love his cock in my hole, and he was adept at playing with my tits, body and fingering my ass while his cock plumped-up. At this point, my inhibitions were dissipating, and increasingly I was open to his invitation. Hell, I’m being too vague - I was beyond considering his invitation, I was crazy for it: you’ll understand when I say I was in heat. I made my decision, and groaning and turning my ass to him. It should have alarmed me when he grinned, suggesting he knew I would acquiesce, but I was so turned-on I was beyond being critical. I reached for my bag and pulled out a condom but he grabbed my wrist and said "No. You don't want that." I like to say I was seriously weighing-up pulling-up my pants and splitting, when he slipped the knob of his cock against my hole. “You won't believe how good this is going to feel." That was all he said, and I felt my discipline melt. Yeah, I knew it was at very least imprudent, and possibly reckless, but I was incredibly turned on by this dark-skinned, Latino. His dick was huge and hard as a rock and he kept tweaking my nipple. He clearly knew how to play me: he slid a bottle of poppers under my nose and whispered for me to breathe them in. I knew if I did then I would have no control...and in that moment that is what I wanted...to lose control. So, I breathed in the deepest hit I could take and he slid it in and I moaned and cried as he fucked me and shot his load deep in my ass. Afterward, as I was dressing he wrote his number for me and said to call him. I took the number and didn't say anything, so he said. "Don't throw it away. You'll want more. Right now you think you won't, but you will." Two days later, I found myself calling him. I told him how afraid I was of what we'd done but how badly I wanted it again. He said he had something that would keep me from being afraid of barebacking. I asked him what and he told me to come over later that night. When I arrived, he led me back to his bedroom. He had hooked up a sling over his bed. I climbed in and he started fucking me. He said "As long as you are negative, you will always be afraid. You won't ever enjoy this the way you should. Do you gonna stay, or leave?" I felt his hard cock in my ass pounding against my prostate. I could feel that wonderful sense of fullness matched only by the sense I was going to piss myself. I took another big hit of poppers. "Breed me." Which he promptly did. Smiling broadly, he played with my sloppy hole and tits, plied me with more poppers and asked “Want some more, buddy?” When I took a deep hit and replied simply “Yeah.” He picked up his phone and started making calls to his friends. Within a half-hour or so, the first guy arrived, and by that night I ended-up taking six loads of charged cum. The next day I took off work and spent the day in bed. I was a mess for a few days, but he was right. Now I can truly feel free. Now I can experience the pleasure for which I secretly was looking.
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I didn't think much at the time when I signed the roster that my room assignment would be with Joe. After, the whole purpose of the ski trip was to ski and meet new people. Not to mention the college ski trip gets a discount rate. The weekend trip was the usual departure on Friday. After a couple hours traveling, people gathered their gear and were assigned to a room. I gathered my belongings and dropped my stuff off at the room. The rooms usually are assigned four guys to a room. Each room has bunk beds with each person having a locker cabinet. I took my stuff to the room, changed and sneaked in a late afternoon of skiing the slopes. I came back when the park closed and went straight to my room to change. I noticed that there was a pile of stuff on the bunk bed below me. The other beds and locker cabinets appeared to still be vacant. I headed to the dinning room to have dinner. We could sit with your friends, up to six at a table. Conversation was free and comfortable. After all, we all had at least one common interest: we loved to ski. I sat with a group of two other guys and boy friend/girl friend. Small talk was had as we ate dinner. Not all went skiing in the afternoon. After dinner, while some lingered at the bar near the fireplace talking and playing board games, I went back to my room to take a shower. When I came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, I saw my roommate. He was above average in height with slightly curly dark blond hair. A chiseled face and unshaven look to him that made him look pretty hot. He was laying in his bed on his side and reading a small paper back book. "Hey buddy, I'm Joe. I hope you don't mind that I took the bottom bunk."I couldn't help but look at his awesome chest and his arms that supported his head. "Good to meet you Joe, I'm Marc" I proceeded to the bed above him to retrieve my shirt. "So, man, did you get some skiing in this afternoon?" he asked. "Yeah. Pretty good conditions at that." I looked out the window and the snow was coming down. Joe laid his book down and was looking at me as I changed my towel from around my waist and threw some sweat pants on. The slopes looked beautiful, and I asked "Hey Joe, did you get any skiing in this afternoon?" As I climbed up to the bunk bed above him. "Yeah, I was able to get in a few runs. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I hear the conditions will be great." I kept the conversation going. "It appears we are the only ones assigned to the room." I was looking at the reflection of the mirror from the opened locker cabinet and was stunned to see Joe was massaging his cock through his tight long johns. "Yeah buddy, I think not as many came on this trip and I think we lucked out. It's less crowed, that's for sure." It was at that moment I noticed a sore spot on my shin and when I rubbed it I must have let out a slight noise. "What's the matter buddy?" came a voice below me. "Ah, nothing, I'm just a little sore near my shin. I feel a bump on my right leg." There was a pause. "Yeah, buddy, I've got a bump too and it aches! You ought to feel this thing." Now I wasn't born yesterday. I knew exactly what he was referring to, but was happy to play the game. I clamored down the bunk bed and leaned forward to look into Joe's bunk bed. He was laying there with the head lamp on as he rubbed his crotch. He had a huge hard-on under his long johns. He reached out and pulled me in by the arm. I promptly fell on top of him. He started kissing me and massaging my back and shoulders. He worked his tongue into my mouth as we struggled to maneuver on the small bed. I felt his cock rubbing against mine as he continued to work his hands down my back, eventually grabbing my ass cheek and manfully massaging them. "Hey buddy," he lightly said to me. "How 'bout you lock that door there and come back in here with me." With one swift motion, I complied, and slid under the covers with him. The lamp was positioned to the wall. We continued our passionate groping and kissing. I was thinking this was too good to be true. I reached into his pants to feel that mancock of his. It was oozing with pre cum and expanded in size as I wrapped my hand around it and pushing his pants back with my wrist. His cock and balls were perfect: massive, uncut, turgid, and hairy. At the same time I felt my sweat pants being pushed back to expose my ass. He was man handling my ass and rubbing his finger into my nice clean ass crack. Soon enough we were stark naked and illuminated by the side lamp. We were grinding our groins together, our stiff cocks rubbing against each other in passionate love making. Joe had his full weight on top of me as we kissed. My eyes opened as he stopped kissing me and had me pinned by the shoulders. His cock was rubbing at my ass hole and begging to come inside me. He was giving me that sad puppy look. Then I noticed his left chest had a tattoo on it...of a biohazard symbol. It was about 1-1/2 diameter. I placed my finger on it and rubbed it. He didn't seem bothered by it and held his chest out further for me to touch it. "Hey, bud. You know what that means?" I smirked and said "Yeah, it means your poz." He cracked a smile and looked into my eyes. "I think your damn hot! How about it man? Let me inside you." How could I resist? I didn't say a thing and just reached for that beautiful cock of his and placed his cock head into my butt hole. He just held it there and I could feel it creep deeper and deeper into my fuck hole. He was so gentle and the natural pre cum lubed my ass hole as he slid in deeper and deeper. He reached a point where he was fully inside me and kept it there. His cock was searing hot in my ass and I was loving every inch of it. He leaned forward and we began to kiss some more. I was in dreamy heaven as we were tonguing and french kissing each other. Without warning he worked on my neck and bingo, he was naturally nibbling on my ear lobe. Oh! that just turned me on. I was moaning like a bitch in heat. He was one smooth fucker too! He started to move his hips in and out thereby sliding his cock slowly in and out of my ass. He whispered into my ear, "Hey buddy, you poz?" I replied "no." "You want me to stop?" "Hell, no." He was working his magic dick in and out of me with ease. I could feel his cock getting larger and thicker. My ass was tight and it must have been a real turn on for him. I was clamping down on his cock to make sure it wouldn't slip out. "Hey buddy...I want to seed your ass man. I want to bred you and make you mine." "Oh yeah, please don't stop." How could something that feels so wonderful be wrong? In my mind, I couldn't imagine someone stopping at this point. For both our sakes I egged him on. He was working me good too. His tempo increased. And without warning his throbbing cock became enlarged as he went into a trance. He was shooting his cum load deep inside me. I could feel something warm and flowing inside me. Right away my thoughts went to was happening. I was thinking at that moment he was infecting me. Time seemed to stop as my ass was being flooded with his toxic venom. I was seeing stars and I thought I heard a chores of song. He was injecting me with his poz seed. The first couple thrusts his cock was exploding inside me. I laid there in awe as he was threw his head back and grasped for air. He was pushing harder into me as he ejaculated inside me. It was an experience I could never forget! My hand reached down to his balls and I could feel some leaking cum around the gap of my hole and his cock. I had enough on my fingers that I was able to start jacking my cock with his tainted poz cum. It didn't take long before I shot onto my chest a large puddle of cum. The whole time he was still rock hard and inside me. He collapsed on top of me and his beautiful head of hair fell onto my face. It smelled and felt great. He instantly fell asleep nuzzle against me. I lay there as he dozed and thought about what we had just done, but soon enough I also fell asleep. There was no reason to worry - that would come later.
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I had recently gotten into barebacking with a hot guy who was a fuck buddy of mine. Up until then, I had used condoms my whole life to be safe. Once he and I stopped seeing each other (owing to a misunderstanding). I struggled with wanting to bareback to enjoy the natural feeling, and using condoms to be safe. At first I continued to use condoms with all the guys who I met, but the feeling wasn't the same at all, it was almost irritating to feel that piece of rubber between us, but caution prevailed, and I made an honest attempt to use them to protect myself. After a few months of unsatisfying fucks, I reluctantly decided that I might try to bareback, but only with neg guys. I had to really struggle with that one, because meeting guys for sex in bars, internet, etc, well, guys could naturally not be trusted to tell the truth. I made a decision that I would bareback with neg guys, but make them pull out before they came, and that I would require test results that I could see to be reasonably sure they were telling the truth. It was a risky solution still, because a guy could get tested, subsequently become HIV positive, and then I'd be at risk, but my hormones and body were struggling for control over my mind. It was a solution that I decided would be worth the risk. You know when you decide on something that you know isn't right, but talk yourself into it, because it's what you want? Well that's what I did. I met 2-3 guys this way, and it worked out pretty well. I'd see their test results and they'd fuck me bare, and pull out shooting onto my chest, but I still wasn't satisfied. I missed the intimacy, and feeling of having a man inside me ejaculating at the climax of the fuck, it felt incomplete. The last guy I met this way, we had arranged for him to pull out when he was close. When he got close to cumming while fucking me though, I was so turned on, that I grabbed his hips, when he told me he was about to cum, and starting to pull out, and pushed him back into me. He needed no further encouragement, and sank all the way back in, letting himself go inside me. Again, I could feel his dick spasming, and contracting as he came, and that wonderful feeling of warm semen flow into me. On some level, I knew I was hooked, and that nothing again would ever satisfy me. I continued to battle with that dilemma, and began to sometimes let guys cum in me, and sometimes pull out. I knew again on some level, I was playing a dangerous game, and eventually would be headed for trouble, but I just couldn't stop. A couple of months later, I went on vacation and began talking to a couple on the net who wanted to meet me while I was visiting. The couple had posted a message to a group, looking for guys to play with. They were both tops, and loved barebacking. One was poz, the other neg. After a few weeks of e-mails back and forth, we agreed to meet. Our deal was that the neg guy could fuck me bare, but the poz guy would have to use a condom. It wasn't the best situation, but both these guys were really hot, especially the poz one, and I couldn't resist, and felt reasonably safe. I met them, and saw the test results of the neg guy. He had been tested every 3 months for the past 3 years, and showed me all the results so I felt pretty sure he was telling the truth. He even showed me his ID, so I knew it was really him. I trusted them, because of that, and also because the poz guy had been honest about his status from the start. Everything seemed to be on the up and up. I was visiting for 10 days, and the first day we got together, and the neg guy fucked me first, bare, with the agreement that he pull out when he came. These guys were hot! The neg one was Italian, late 20's, rugged, athletic body, and very masculine, 7" cut dick. The poz guy was early 20's, Latin, smoothest skin you've ever seen, with a baby face to go nuts over, and an awesome 8" uncut piece of wonder between his legs. After a lot of making out and sucking, the neg guy started to ride my ass raw, fucking me for a good long time. He was really into it, pumping in and out, and fucking like a pro. I reminded him to pull out when he got close, and he said, "too late man, sorry". He had already cum. I wasn't really happy because he had agreed to pull out, but I was still sure he was neg, so I decided it was ok. He pulled out of me, and his boyfriend (the poz Latin guy), slid a condom over his dick (I watched), and slid right into my cum filled ass. His dick was bigger so he met with a little resistance when he first started to push in, but he held onto the base of his dick, and shoved, and in it went. It must have been all the lube from the first guy, or his cum already inside me, or the fact that this stud was so hot, but it didn't feel as bad with a condom as it usually did. Maybe his dick was bigger and that made up for it, I didn't know at the time, but it felt awesome. He fucked much faster than the first guy, and I thought I could even feel his uncut head sliding around inside the condom in my ass. This is great I thought, even with a condom I still like it. He fucked me until he blew into the condom in my ass. He pulled out, went to the bathroom, and came back, and he and his boyfriend both sucked me off until I blew my own load. The Latin guy had felt so good inside me with the condom, that I fantasized about how much better he would feel inside me, bare, but realized I couldn't do that, because he was poz, and I wanted to be safe. Over the next week I met with these two guys every day, each time was pretty much the same, the first neg guy would fuck me raw, and I let him cum inside me now, since he had the first time already, and then the Latin guy (poz) would fuck me with the rubber afterwards. I felt really lucky that I had met such cool guys, who were into barebacking, but also respected the whole neg/poz issues. After about 5 days, they suggested that before I leave, we do a gang bang, since I was really into getting fucked. They knew of two other couples, who were into fucking raw, who had been together for over 5 years each, and could show me neg test results. That would be six tops fucking me, and at that time, I had never done a gang bang, or been to a sex party, but I thought it would be hot, so I agreed. I was really looking forward to it, thinking of all that bare dick and cum. I didn't really worry too much because I trusted these guys a lot. I was kind of nervous, but my sex drive won out in the end. The next night I didn't meet with the original couple, because we had planned the gang bang for the night afterwards. That night I went to an internet cafe to check email and cruise on the web a bit. I was reading posts on the list where I had met the original couple, and saw a post from them to the group. They knew I didn't have a computer with me, so evidently they thought there was no worry of me reading the post. What they said was that they had met a guy from out of town, and had been fucking him all week and pozzing him. I was stunned. The neg guy was indeed really neg, but the poz guy had cut a slit in the end of the condoms he was using, causing them to leak or tear when he slid into me. I realized suddenly that was the reason the condoms hadn't been bothering me with the poz Latin guy. They were tearing at the end immediately as he pushed into me, so that he was really fucking me bare, just with a condom wrapped around at the base of his dick. I realized that I had never seen the condom after he fucked me, because he always went right to the bathroom, obviously to get rid of the evidence. I had taken 5 loads of poz cum from this guy over the past week, and never noticed his load inside me, because his boyfriends cum was already in me, so I wouldn't know. Again, I was stunned. I was also angry, scarred, and I have to admit in a twisted kind of way turned on. What I knew might eventually happen, had already happened. I'd already had a poz guy unload into me. The post went on to say that the two other couples were also all poz, and going to further add to the "pozzing". I realized as I read this through the fourth time to make sure I was actually reading it correctly that my dick was hard as a rock. I didn't know why, but I was turned on by the fact that I had crossed over that imaginary line. I felt a freedom, instead of worrying when it was going to happen, it already had. I wondered if it was too late, if I was already poz or not yet. Along with the sense of fear, a feeling of relaxation and letting go occurred over the next few hours. I tried to call the couple to ask them about it, but they weren't home, and by the time they did call me back, for some reason I didn't say anything, but just said everything was fine and I was looking forward to our plans tomorrow. It was like I was in a dream of suspended reality. What was I thinking? I was actually even considering going through with this?! There was still a chance I might be neg, even after the Latin guy had cum in me 5 times, I could still be ok, but in some surreal way, I was drawn to the scene, knowing I shouldn't do it, but unable to resist. Its a hard feeling to describe. I figured I would meet them the next night and confront them, and back out, so I went. I got there, full of fear, anger and excitement, ready to tell them off, but somehow didn't. The other guys were there, all but one of them really hot, and the one that wasn't hot, wasn't a slouch by any means at all. They all showed me their negative results (fake names maybe, who knows) and I just sort of dreamlike mumbled, "ok". I started to go through with it. The original couple Italian guy fucked me first as he usually did, and blew into my ass. The other 5 guys were all around me, sucking on my nipples, jacking and sucking me, kissing me, and I was swept away into a blissful passion, I just kind of melted and stopped caring. The Italian guy finished in my ass and pulled out, and almost immediately the next guy got under me, and started to slide in. I knew he was poz and bare, and starting to slip in, and started to stop him, but a warm mouth over mine, and another warm mouth over my dick, and I was silenced. He was in and fucking me. He didn't last too long, and I felt him push all the way in, and hold there, his body shuddered, and then he was cumming inside me. I felt it. I was feeling disgusted with myself, but I was to turned on. I was knowingly taking poz cum into my ass! An ass sank onto my rock hard dick right at that moment, and I looked up, it was the poz Latin guy, and I immediately blew my load right then and there into him. I didn't care anymore. Over the next hour each of the other guys from the new couples mounted and fucked me bare, all blowing inside my ass load after load of poz cum. Finally it was the Latin guy's turn at my ass, and he started rolling one of his "special" condoms over his dick and moved into position. I looked at him right into his beautiful brown eyes, and reached back, pulling the condom from his dick, taking it off. He looked at me kind of quizzically, and when I smiled, he smiled back and pushed into my ass bare. Just like he had the other times, but without the broken condom on this time. He closed his eyes, obviously feeling 5 loads of cum in my now dripping ass, and fucked me for only a minute. I had my hands all over him, grabbing his ass, and I could feel my own load of cum leaking from his ass, where I had let go inside him earlier. A mouth that had been on my dick for a few minutes, took me over the edge again, and I started to cum in the guys mouth. My contractions must have sent the Latin guy over the edge from the feeling, and he came fast into me, this time naturally, without the condom. The reality of what I had done set in later that night when I got back to my hotel. I had cum running out of my ass, and most of it was charged. I again felt really scared, but also majorly relieved. I figured that I was going to convert, but also thought to myself that I was now free to bareback with all guys, poz and neg, and wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. It wasn't a conscious decision I made, it was something I chose not to think about at the moment, because on some level, I was already resigned to it, and maybe even wanted to get it over with. I never discussed that night with those guys, or why I had let the Latin guy bareback cum in me, I think they knew afterwards that I had figured it out, or was too hot to care. The feeling of those poz loads going into me is indescribable, it was mentally one of the hottest experiences sexually that I have ever had. I wouldn't have gone looking for it, don't know if I even wanted it to happen, but it did.
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We had chatted online for some time. Never met, but we knew so much about each other. I knew he was a medical student – ironic considering what he wanted. He knew I did something or other. He really didn’t care what, it wasn’t what I did for a living, or what I was paid. Rather he was interested in what I did with great passion, that greatly excited him. Truth be known, I’m just an ordinary bloke: bit of a belly and hardly a looker. The sort of bloke he wouldn’t have given a second look to in any other circumstances. There was only one thing that I had to offer him. We both knew what and we both knew how badly he wanted it. Circumstances meant it was hard to mesh our schedules, but finally we were both free for we didn’t get to meet as planned before, but this time it was different. He told me he would be at work alone that day, and as it was a Monday, it would be quiet. As I was driving along the M4 towards his place of work I was thinking “what are you doing, this is insane” but, of course my little head had taken over and big head was just following orders from the boss. I drove past the place and then parked opposite. I watched for a while to make sure he was alone. There certainly wasn’t anyone in the sales area and he had told me his boss was off for the day. Now was the time. Fuck I was horny; I was here – less than 50 feet from him at last. Now he had to be done. I got out of the car and locked it, double-checked I was looking my best, then crossed the road. I opened the door and he looked at me. I don’t think he thought I’d be there. It was, after all, a very long drive for me, but he should not have doubted me: he would one day rue such doubts. I walked over to him and grabbed his cock through his jeans. Just as was mine, he was rock hard. This told me all I needed to know. I walked back to the door and flicked the sign over to ‘Closed’. So what if some wino couldn’t get his Red Stripe for half an hour? He’d come back, whereas I had waited far too long for this opportunity. I would not be interrupted by someone who could get what he wanted at Spar. I was getting what I wanted at Thresher. The door secured, he looked at me with a shit-faced grin. I took him by the shoulders and pushed him into the stock room out back. Within seconds, I had his jeans down round his ankles and was lubing his ass with some spit. He was even better looking than on his photos. I think he relied on this when he met guys. He told them what he wanted, but secretly he didn’t really want my special gift, the thought of it was just a way to get off. He thought I would have an attack of conscience and not go through with it. He obviously didn’t know me very well. I had told him I was a man of my word. I had told him when we met that his ass was mine. And there it was, in front of me. I was hard as nails. I had considered taking a Viagra but decided since I generally didn’t have trouble getting it up, I would not need any assistance on this occasion. I slid my cock deep into this boy, right to the root. He screamed out in pain, but I wasn’t taking any notice of him. I was getting what I wanted – his hole. I was not going to prolong the tryst, however. Time was against us. I had him bend over, so he could reach out up against the wall, Stella to his left, Fosters to his right. I pounded his hole so hard the bottles were rattling. He was struggling to get away but I had a firm hold of his waist, he was going nowhere. I was nearly there, about to shoot a load into him. He had waited for this load and I gave it to him. I flooded his ass, I was sure he was overflowing. He looked over his shoulder and said to me “Thanks, man, it's finally over: you’ve had my poz cherry.” The door buzzer brought us back to the real world. He pulled-off my still hard cock, yanked-up his jeans, and ran into the shop. I stayed where I was, praying it wasn’t his boss. It wasn’t, it was just some bloke wanting 10 Bensons and some king-sized Rizla. Obviously he had something planned. As did I! The customer left and the boy came back out to see me. I was there, erect still, waiting for his ass to slide back on my cock – and I told him so. He dropped his jeans and reversed onto me. I needed to make a mess of his ass. I pounded away again, harder than before. I had the time now to really ram him and delay cumming, he really wasn’t expecting to be fucked that hard. This time he was pinned against the wall. My cock was deeply embedded in him, then all the way out then slammed back in. I was enjoying myself when the door buzzer sounded again, as a customer walked into the store. So much for the ‘Closed’ sign. Again my bottom pulled his jeans up and went-out to handle the customer. I looked on the CCTV screen and noticed the customer was cute. I wondered if he wanted what my special gift. We’ll never know. The customer dispatched, my boy came back in the stock room, did what he knew he had to do, reversing onto my cock once again. I resumed ploughing him hard when the bloody shop door went again. Utterly exasperated, we both looked at the screen, but this time I saw what I was hoping to see. I said to him “Hope you don’t mind I invited a friend to join us.” In the front of the shop was my mate Jeff. I had telephoned him just as I left for the store, suggesting he might want to make it a three-way. Jeff had met the boy before, but they had played all rubbered-up. Happily the boy was in agreement, and within seconds Jeff was in there, his piercing adding to the boys anal injuries. He shot a good hard load into the boy very quickly – the boy’s ass was so hot no-one could have lasted. Then it was time for Jeff to drag it out, do some proper damage, give the boy a good hard fucking he’d long remember. The buzzer sounded again, so I pulled my jeans up and went to serve the customer. Well, those few months when I worked at Thresher’s served me well. Jeff was doing what he does best but very quietly, I was selling an old lady a bottle of sherry. I suppose one could say Jeff was also serving the lad, albeit in a very different way. It was time to put the 'Closed' sign up again for 10 minutes. Jeff was still balls-deep in the boy but they were laying on some boxes, Jeff on his back, the lad sitting on Jeff’s cock, leaning forward while sucking on Jeff’s nips. Now was the time to put move my second plan into action. I stripped-off my jeans, spat on my cock, and joined the two fuckers. Stepping between Jeff’s legs, I put the head of my cock next to Jeff’s and just shoved it right in. No mercy. The boy jumped up but Jeff stopped him from jumping up. There he was, wedged between two hung guys, his ass impaled on two fat pierced cocks. Two poz cocks in one neg boy’s hole. As planned.
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After I was first pozzed in February 2006, I went to STD clinic for the test: the result was not satisfying. I was still neg. Although the doctor advised me to be prudent and practice safe sex, I immediately began searching for a guy who would poz me. It didn't took to much time and I found one. He was a Skaterboy and all of 22 years old. In the beginning I thought he might be a fake, but then he wanted to exchange telephone numbers. We made a date for later the same day. Several hours had to pass before we could get together, so we spoke by telephone a couple of times. I guess he was testing me to make sure I wouldn't flake-out. Little did he appreciate how badly I wanted his poz load, so I was prepared to follow-through with his directions, however unlikely they seemed. At the appointed hour, I was in my bed, naked, douched, and showered, with a blindfold across my eyes. The front door was unlocked (although closed). I was naturally nervous when the doorbell rang. Was it Skaterboy or another chance visitor? Perhaps my mother was in the vicinity and choose this inopportune moment to drop by! I heard the door open and close, and the deadbolt shooting home. Good. No chance of an accidental visitor. I then heard footsteps on the staircase. They came closer and closer, entered the bedroom. He was here. I then recognized the soft smell of poppers. He hold the bottle under my nose and asked: "Well, are you sure you wanna be pozzed?" After some seconds of reflecting I whispered "Yes, I am." He pushed me into position saying only "Open your mouth, bitch." His rock-hard pozzer was demanding entrance. He clearly wanted to be blown, and I was happy to provide the service. Besides, his poz cock tasted fantastic. After I pleasured him for a few minutes, he apparently decided to move to the next stage of the pozzing, because he withdrew from my mouth. Within seconds I was treated to the sensation of his tongue laving my crack and digging around my ass lips. Sweet! He was apparently very experienced, because he rimmed me very well. I moaned loudly to register my pleasure. This seemed to animate him because he entered deeper and deeper with his tongue, his spit thoroughly lubricating me. I was ready. Then he again held the poppers under my nose saying "Sniff again baby." I sniffed, but but he apparently thought I would need more, so he insisted I take an additional huff or two. Then I felt his lubed poz cock entering my hole. It was a mix of pain, horniness and mental connection. It also felt wonderful. He fucked me hard and deep and I registered how readily my hole had opened-up for him, almost as if my hole itself was desperate to be pozzed. A moment of pain shot through my body as he began to pound harder, but he was quick to remark "Sorry, if hurts, buddy, but you said you wanted my poz cum, and you will get it!" He fucked deeper and harder and I only felt horny and wanted him to poz me and started to beg for his poz cum: "Give me your load! I want your poz load! You fucking pig! Poz me!" He paused briefly to have me sniff poppers once more, three times per nostril, deeply inhaled. "You want it bitch?" he asked and I replied "Fuck yeah, man! Poz me!" He then he pulled away my blindfold in one quick motion, and I could see: he was truly as cute as on the photo he had sent. In the same moment he groaned: "Here you are bitch" and pushed his poz cock deep inside, his cum blowing deep up my hole. I was in heaven. I could feel his warm juice soaking into my body. My mind and body were throughly sated. He stayed in position for a a minute or two, undoubtedly catching his breath. He wiggled his cock a bit before he pulled out. His cock was slimy and bloody; he smiled saying "Well, I think you have got it." I think so too.
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In the reflection of the glass doors I saw my small framed body ascend the stairs. I was so glad no one saw me come in. I stared at the floor, avoiding eye contact, as I approached the window. "Room or locker?" "Room, please." I quickly paid the attendant, and he handed me a towel and a key. Hastily I beat a retreat through the inner door, my heart pounding a mile a minute. I strolled down the crimson hall, closed doors on either side, hunting for my room. A naked man passed by, and I almost died! I couldn't believe I was finally there. I was scared yet excited. If it weren't for the Internet, I wouldn't have known the place was there. A couple guys approached, one wearing a towel, one not. I glanced at the nude guy's Cock—so long and thick—and soft like mine! I glanced at the floor to avoid their eyes, yet I could feel them boring into me. One of the men whispered, 'Nice!'. Perhaps this wouldn't be so terrible, after all. I walked on and peaked through a doorway. Two guys were having sex. I walked on quickly before they spotted me. I was nervous and sought out the solitude of my room. After fumbling with my key, the door swung open. I locked it behind me. On the TV above the bunk, two guys were blowing each other. I watched, and my body ached. I had never seen two guys in a film before. They were so young, kinda like me—nice firm bodies. One even looked like me—about 5' 7", short brown hair, smooth skin and Balls, with a massive curly bush above his cock. His cock was, however, decidedly larger than my six inch model. A knock sounded at the door. Cautiously, I opened it cautiously. Before me stood a cute dude about 5'9", red hair, nice body, dressed solely in a towel, but carrying a back-pack. "May I come in? There are old guys out here, and they're after me. Please. I saw you come in." I was scared; but he was very hot. I let him in. "Got to lock it, man. Don't want no fuckin' trolls in here." He latched the door and sat down. I sat down next to him and couldn't help notice the bulge beneath his towel. "I'm Matt." "I'm Steve. Ever been here before?" "Nope." "Oh, it's a hot place. Just keep your door locked. Lots of disgusting old trolls. Guys you don't want to mess with 'less you're really hard up." "Yeah, okay." "Nice video." He kicked back and watched, pulling out a thin cigarette. He lit up, and immediately I knew it was a joint. I stared at it, for I had never smoked before. Steve must have noticed me looking, for he reached over and offered me a hit. I vowed it would be a night of new experiences. My lungs burned as I coughed out the smoke. I took two big puffs and was going to hand it back, when Steve said, "Nah, keep that one. I got another." He pulled out his own and lit up. A few minutes after I forced the drug-infused air into my lungs I was floating. My cock was twitching in my underwear; and I felt so relaxed as I once again looked at the TV playing the porn. I was so horny; yet I was soft, but very sensitive. "Thirsty?" "Kinda." Steve pulled two bottled waters out of a small back pack and handed me one. My mouth was so dry. I twisted the top and noticed it had been opened; but I was thirsty. In a second the bottle was empty, and I was so taken by the video I almost forgot Steve was there. Several scenes had gone by before I turned back to Steve. I felt like jello. My entire body was relaxed and aching to be touched. Steve was rubbing his bulge through his jeans. "You into guys or just curious?" "I want a man." "Personally, I prefer young guys like yourself. You have a really nice bod—case you didn't know. But I'd like to see you get more comfortable. Why not slip out of those clothes and put on your towel." I stood up very dizzy. I removed my shirt. I couldn't believe how sluggish I was. "Can you pull my jeans off, Steve?" "Sure." He reached down and undid my waist button, then gradually pulled down my zipper, his hands lingering on my privates. Turning his attention to my sockless ankles, he jerked at my trou; and that's when his towel fell off. Face to face with his not insignificant organ, I blushed. "Steve, you have a great body, man!" 'though it was not his body I was thinking about. Meanwhile Steve had begun beating his dick, which was larger than mine and considerably thicker. He guided my hand to his tool. It felt so warm and silky. I ran my fingers over the piss slit which was oozing precum, and massaged the crystal-clear goo all over his dickhead and shaft. He pushed my face into his crotch: it was musky and sweaty. I grew so excited my mouth automatically dropped open and devoured him. Salty, delicious, and moist—with lots of sweet precum! I was beyond happy. Now, being a young guy, I got horny a lot, but I had never felt like that before—so weird and so excited. My dick was super-sensitive; and every time I moved, it strained against my towel. Steve was smiling as I fumbled to get his now huge tool in my inexperienced mouth. His cock had grown so hard, and I could feel my ass tingling like I wanted it in me. Steve brought his face close to mine and kissed me. It was incredible! I was overcome by his manliness, his facial stubble, as his hands wandered all over my body, exploring every inch of me until he came upon my cock. He squeezed it hard and tickled my balls. "Stand up, Matt." Standing behind me, he pulled my underwear down. As the air in the room assailed my buttocks, I felt as if I were flying naked in a dream. He nibbled my ear, which melted my shoulders like butter. My body was desperate to be touched! As his hands rubbed my chest and crotch, it felt as if a thousand fingers were massaging me. "Lie down on your stomach on the bed." Steve's hands lighted on the small of my back, working their way down to my pussy. "I have condoms and KY in my pocket." "Just relax. We'll get to those." Steve's hands felt so good on my ass cheeks. I was in another world, so calm and comfortable. My asshole felt something warm and wet. Steve was licking my mancunt. As his tongue grew more aggressive, I spiraled into ecstasy. Pausing, Steve walked over to my pants and reached in my pocket. When he returned he mounted me from behind. He dripped the lube onto my pussy and his raw cock. I felt my ass stretch. He pushed in harder, then paused for a moment. "Your ass feels so good stretched around my cock. Feels like my dick is made for your hole. You okay?" "Yeah, I'm okay now. Don't stop!" "You want it real bad, don't you? You should, you know. That joint you smoked was laced with Crystal. Same with the water. You should be screaming for cock and my pozcum by now." He'd drugged me! It all made sense—why I was floating. He had taken advantage of me! But, nonetheless, his cock felt, oh, so good! I was torn! I couldn't bring myself to order him to stop. And, yes, his off-the-cuff allusion to being POZ went over my head. "Oh man, fuck me. Fuck me good, Steve, please! It feels so good." Steve's poz tool worked my chute. I could feel his large head as it tore into my innards. "Feel my cock plow your hole? It's getting ready—ready to reward you. Your ass will beg for more cock after this." Then the volume of his incantation increased as he continued "YEAH, MAN, HERE IT CUMS. I WANT YOU TO FEEL MY SICK JIZM INFILTRATE YOUR PUSSY. SO WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE DOING THE BREEDING, YOU'LL KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE." It was all so unreal! Steve pushed in all the way, burying his huge pole inside my pussy. I felt his cock spasm, as his toxic seed shot up my insides. I had never experienced such great pleasure before. Steve left his noxious shaft stowed in my ass for a couple of minutes as we both came down from the exchange. "You loved that, didn't you, Matt? You fuckin' total cumslut. Why don't we leave the door open and let all the guys fuck you? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" My mind was racing. What about AIDS? If Steve had already POZZED me, did it matter? My mind gave me a thousand reasons to resist, but my sex-starved body screamed go for it. I looked at Steve. "I want to—but I'm scared." "Don't be. This is what you were meant to do. I'm gonna open up that door and let 100 guys come in and fuck you! You will never forget the lust you feel tonight. I've already pumped a nice creamy Load of poz cum in you. Right now it's penetrating your ass walls, cavorting through your cells—to your heart and brain, converting you into a cumslut. Soon you're gonna think and feel like me. Honestly now, don't you already feel a tingling in your hole? That's 'cause your body is converting - being overtaken by poz cum." He continued with his soothing words "know why are you so hungry for poz cum? Because you are meant to be a fuck hole for all the beautiful cocks who are coming your way. With your looks, you're a natural! You will eventually become a breeder. My poz cum will to set you free! Live for the hour, cause you never know if you'll survive till tomorrow!" I didn't know what to think. I was so scared. So confused. This good-looking guy may have given me AIDS. I knew I should be horrified, but just then my ass twitched. I could feel the warmth of his toxic Jizm circulating in my hole. I looked at Steve. He was right. It was already too late. It didn't matter. "Open the door." "You sure?" "Let them all cum in and fuck me." I had never been so excited yet apprehensive in my life. My eyes followed Steve as he unlatched the door. Within seconds a big fat guy stepped in. Fat and ugly and old! He dropped his towel, and I stared at the log between his legs. "You want that big pole to tear you apart, don't you?" he asked as he climbed on top of me and had his cock pressed against my asshole. Steve said "This little bottom slut took his first poz load a few minutes ago. Go ahead, and give him some more cum." With that the fat guy plunged his shaft into my hole. It was just as thick as Steve's, but much longer. I could feel his dick assaulting my ass walls, swishing around in the pool of hot cum Steve had deposited. "Hey Dude, tell me the truth now! You poz or neg?" Steve asked. "Poz," grunted the fat guy. a"FUCK YEAH MAN! DON'T JUST FUCK HIM! RAPE HIS ASS! GIVE IT TO HIM!" Inspired, the fat guy hammered away at my hole, soon enough grunting as his thick cock convulsed and more poz cum assailed my gut. Steve cheered him on. All in all my ass became dumping ground for close to 60 Loads that night. Cum was running down my legs, down at my balls, soaking the sheets. When the last guy had shot, I looked at all the cum on the floor and bed that had oozed out of my pussy. Steve helped me up, saying "For now the drugs will hide the pain. But you've been torn up pretty bad. You won't be able to go to work tomorrow." "I don't go to work. I'm still in school. I have a test tomorrow. Mom will let me stay home, though." "Even better then." We went our separate ways, and I made it back home. I got to my room and crawled into bed, still amazed at what I'd done, still feeling cum leak out of my battered hole onto the sheets. I hoped my Mom didn't comment on the condition of the bedding. Steve was right on two counts: first, about being sore, (I missed the next two days of school), and second, about needing more cock. Within a week I was back at the baths, this time neither looking down at the floor nor locking doors. I headed for the maze. There I was welcomed in the sling where another 20 guys used my ass to pleasure themselves and dump their shit. After all, I was among the youngest in the place, so I was popular. Some four months later I saw Steve again. He smiled down at me while I was getting fucked, and nudged a hot young kid next to him. I recognized him as a classmate from from the school baseball team. I think he played third base. Whatever position, he looked scared and really nervous. Steve put his hand on his shoulder and lead him away. I floated away and began to dream as another load shot into my hole. I remember thinking my classmate didn't know what he was in for or what he'd eventually become. I knew he'd be ready within the hour. I'd walk into that room, and Steve would be there, urging me on, as I plied his cherry with my poz seed.
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It had to be done. He had to be done. We had chatted for ages, over a year, but the time was now. He was never closer than he was today. Barely 100 miles away, his pleas where as persistent as ever. He sent me his address and postcode. As I excitedly left the house, I stopped to pick up a few items which we would need. As I was driving along the M4 I was imagining what this boy-wolf was really like, and what his body would feel like against mine. What his ass would feel like around my cock. What his lips would feel like against mine. Would I be able to do it? Would I get there and fall in love with this half boy half animal creature? I had always said that, no matter what I felt for a boy, a job is a job. I thought I might struggle with this one as he was so very sweet with blond hair and a beautiful body. Thankfully I didn’t have to ponder long as my journey flew past. The time had come and it was now or never. I rang the bell and he buzzed me up. Upon opening the door to his flat I found him in the hallway awaiting me, naked and bent over – ready to accept what I, as his new Daddy, was going to give him. "Come on, Daddy. Get naked and breed my neg boy ass,” he offered as a greeting. Well, who was I to refuse? I never before undressed so quickly. He was still bent over, hands down by his ankles. It could not have been an easy position to maintain, but I wanted to survey the soon-to-be-damaged goods. I felt his perky nipples, covered in a light dusting of blond hair. I ran my fingers through his lovely head of blond hair. I sniffed his arm pits, noting he had, as directed, neither washed nor used deodorant. I inspected his boy cock, all shaven, as per my instructions. I licked under his foreskin finding his cock head decidedly cheesy, as specified. I was in heaven, and he was no less pleased as he moaned in approval. It was time to stop teasing him, and get on with the task. I stood up behind him; he could feel the cold steel of my big PA up against his ass cheek. I gobbed up a load of spit and rubbed it on my dick, and also put just a little bit on his arse. When I impaled him he had to know about it. I didn’t want it to be too easy for him. I was there for a reason, after all, a reason he sought. He wanted to be pozzed. He wanted to submit his body to the ravages of my bug. HIV, the disease they all try to avoid, yet he wanted it. And I was the chosen one. He had had poz cock in his neg ass before this occasion, but he had played safe. But this time he chose me to be his poz daddy. Who was I to argue? No-one understands the immense feeling you get as a poz top when you slide your cock raw into a neg bottom boy. And this one knew what he was getting. Admittedly, sometimes it is eve more fun when the bottom does not know, and, when shooting a toxic load into such a bottom, I inwardly chuckle to myself thinking of the bottom "You have no idea what’s just happened to you. You have no idea of the damage I’ve just done to you – but you will wonder for the rest of your life, ‘who pozzed me?’. Yes, you will remember me for a very long time.” This boy, however, had sought my special gift for a very long time, and would certainly remember how I, in having my way with his ass, had changed the course of his life. Even more clear, when I had done the evil deed, I was taking him to be tattooed. We had the design ready, all we needed was the result. The poz result. HIV+. The big bad love bug. I slammed by raw cock deep into him. He almost lost his footing, it certainly took his breath away. Right in to the balls. I could sense his heart beating fast, and also feel his ass clamp down on my dick. Yeah, he knew what he wanted, and I would make sure this time he was going to get it, by fair means or foul, depending on one’s perspective. Neither of us was going to last long at this rate. I slammed my toxic dick deep in and out, my balls truly banging his ass. I was going to give this bottom his first unrubbered poz load, which iswhat I did in shooting a bigger load into his hole than I ever recall having shot into any other bottom. I fucking thought I might lose consciousness as a consequence of the orgasm. It was that hard. Without touching his dick he came at the same time, of course blowing his load all over the floor. I held his ass cheeks together as I pulled out, wanting to keep my toxic seed in the boy’s neg ass. Turns out, my dick was covered in his blood. I had obviously done some damage. I presented myself for him to clean. Initially he baulked, but a swift knee to the gut told him that was an error. He licked my cock, and on the first go-around his tongue was covered in shit and blood. That was more like it. I told him he could go and lay on the bed, that I would be in shortly. I retrieved a little something from my shirt pocket, went into the bathroom, locked the door and sat on the commode. Using a hand towel, I tied off my arm and took out the insulin syringe I had carried into the bathroom. I found the vein as they do at the clinic, and pulled out 50ml of blood. Good healthy toxic blood. I pulled the needle out, capped the tip, wiping my arm with some toilet roll. Then I went out to find him. He wasn’t expecting this so I told him to close his eyes, explaining I had a surprise for him. He lay on the bed, looking so sweet, eyes closed and in a post-fucked euphoria. I remarked he looked cute, but he was to keep his eyes shut. Boy, was he gonna get it. Uncapping the needle I walked over to him, picked up his hand and played with it, syringe in my mouth. I felt-up his arm and found his vein. BINGO! I took the syringe in my right hand and slid it straight in. Yeah, he jumped but it was too late. He opened his eyes and had a look of horror on his face. There in his arm was a needle full of toxic blood and he knew it. There was no turning back. He asked me why, I told him it was the best way. He looked at me and grinned and said “I’m glad, can I do the honours?” I replied "Feel free, press the plunger and change your life forever.” He looked at me, and, placing his fingers on mine, we jointly pushed down the plunger on the syringe. Soon enough, all my toxic blood was in him. There was no doubt. He was now my bugboi. Time to book the tattooist.
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Saturday night I was at one of the chicken hawk bars ogling the guys. One shy youth sat down at a corner table. An hour and a half passed, and he just kept drinking. I decided this was THE BOY. I strolled over and introduced myself. His name was Andy, 5' 9", a thin 150, dark hair, satin-smooth skin. I ordered us tequilas. He was 21 and bi-curious. It was his first time in a Gay Bar. We made small talk as he sipped one drink after another. I made sure he never lacked for liquid refreshment. By closing time he was about to pass out. Since I figured a respectable boy like himself wouldn't want to go home drunk, I suggested we get a room at the Baths. He slurred he'd love to see the Baths. I vowed the Kid would get broken in right. I dragged him out of the bar and into my car. I drove to a Bathhouse only 5 minutes away Andy could barely walk and stumbled into our room, collapsing on the bed. I locked the door and pulled off his clothes. Now that we were alone, I kissed him ALL OVER. I don't know how he would have responded had he been sober; but in his intoxicated state, we made out for 20 minutes before he passed out. I'd specifically requested one of the "sling" rooms, and in that apparatus that I struggled to position him. Just looking at the young, slim, hairless body gave me a hardon, knowing what was forthcummin'. I pulled out a large hit of Tina and worked it up his Chute, well past his Sphincter, so the Fucker would quickly absorb it. I secured the stirrups and restraints, so his fresh Virgin Hole was exposed to all Cumers. ! spat on my Cock and lined my Shaft up with his Virgin Boy Cunt. Call me a Sadist, but I just love to plow ALL THE WAY into an unsuspecting Boy's Ass, the less Lube, the better—breaks a Cunt in real fast. So I tore into Andy, ripping him open like a high school girl before I gave him his first Cumload, thick, creamy, and POZ. Now that I had taken his innocence, and, hopefully his health, it was time for the real fun to begin. I flung open the door—and men, young and old, fat and thin, handsome and ugly (mostly ugly) began to traipse in. I knew some were POZ. Most notable among them was Ol' Frank, not chronologically old, but so-called because of his advanced AIDS, emaciated, with sunken cheeks, and KS Lesions on his arms and legs, even his tongue—I've tasted it! I noticed Ol' Frank ravished the Boy several times that night, and a smirk graced his cracked lips whenever he shot. But all good things must Cum to an end, and in the morning I had to leave. I'd dumped in the Youth several times; and I swear, the geography of Andy's Anal Canal had become common knowledge among the Bath's Patrons. I smiled at the Kid, trapped in the Sling, Cunt all red, leaking pink Spooge, which ran down his thighs, to pool on the canvas beneath him. There was literally a quarter-cup of the Staff of Death puddled there. Grabbing a cone-shaped cup from the water cooler, I scooped up what I could and forced it down the semi-conscious Boy's throat. I bid him farewell, though I doubt if he heard me; and, after renewing his room for another 12 hours, asked the Desk Clerk to look in on him from time to time. That night I got a call about 9 PM. It was the Clerk On Duty. He said he'd made a terrible mistake Just as he was leaving Andy's room, he got an urgent page back to the Lobby. In his haste, he'd failed to latch Andy's door. It'd swung wide open. They got really busy, and the Clerk didn't get back to Andy till late afternoon. From what Andy said, some Wise Ass had forced a rubber ball between his teeth, then the Dude, and 15 other guys, proceeded to rape him.. Andy was huddled in a corner of the lobby, terrified and crying, as he awaited a cab. The Clerk had tried to calm him, telling him everything would be OK. Of course, that was bullshit. Andy would never be the same again.
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I'm a biker living in London UK, and I've discovered three major ways of pozzing up unsuspecting negs. Thought I'd share my techniques with you blokes. The first I discovered by accident when I was fucking a guy and the condom broke. I said I was sorry, and I was, but later the memory made me smile. Sometime later when I was doing another guy, and the condom broke when I was putting it on, but I decided to fuck him without his knowledge the condom would not provide any protection. I felt guilty and horny as hell at the same time. Then I started pricking the rubbers in their packets, so that when I started fucking, they'd split, but through experience I learned this technique didn't reliably work, so using embroidering scissors, I would carefully cut open the packets, remove the condoms and snip a bit off the tip. Then I would roll it back up and slide it back into the packet. Then I would look for guys who are into safer sex only. I've done hundreds of guys using this method over the years. The second method is more work, but more fun. I chat up negs on-line who want to bareback with other negs, saying I had tested neg the month before, claiming I only top, and I'm neg. Occasionally when I've met-up with such guys, they ask for documentation showing my status, so I made-up a fake report on my computer, and printed it on letterhead that looks like that of the local STD clinic. In addition, I tell them I will pull-out before shooting. Of course I never do. It's much easier to apologize than to get permission. For that matter, there are ample guys into being fucked by a guy in bike leathers and crash helmet, so I dress the part, at least the first time around. On second and subsequent 'dates' I may get more intimate, smiling, and kissing passionately. I do my best to blow at least five loads in such guys, and even stay in touch with them long enough to see if they convert. I think I've used this technique on about 20 guys over the years. To the best of my knowledge, about 19 of the guys converted. When they tell me they've tested poz I act shocked and say I will get tested immediately. I love chat rooms: the other guy can't see the smile on my face. The third method is the most dangerous and the hottest. A biker mate and I were cruising Hamstead Heath, London's cruising area. We were desperate to breed a neg bottom. We wandered about 'till we saw a cute young Asian guy. He was a bit drunk. I think it was his first time on the heath. We smiled, said hello, and led him to a quiet part of the heath. I started kissing him while my mate pulled down his pants, and pinned him to the ground, and using just spit for lube, raped his ass. I held him down and pushed his face into the mud to stop him screaming. When my mate finished, it was my turn. After we both finished we both pissed on him and told him we were HIV positive. We left him there, sobbing, soaked in piss, with our poz loads in his cunt. I still get a hard on thinking about it.
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At the tubs last night, I entered the orgy/dark area and noticed a poz bud playing with a hot, built guy, so I joined them for some sucking and kissing, and ended-up sitting and holding the hot guy while my poz mate rimmed his hole. “Fuck, no one has ever done that before!” he whispered to me. I kissed him deeply and asked if he liked being fucked, knowing what was coming. “I’ve only ever been fucked once, it hurt like hell." “How come?” I asked. “I’m straight, only ever been here once before. My girlfriend would kill me,” he replied as his tongue moved back into my mouth. My poz bud, meanwhile, had commenced sliding his well-lubed fingers into the straight boy's ass, occasionally rubbing his cock on the straight-boy’s hole every now. After a few such hints the straight-boy quietly asked me “Is he gonna fuck me? Should I get a condom?” “Just relax and enjoy it, mate. Here, suck on my cock. It will take your mind off your ass while he slides in." By now the straight boy and I weren’t whispering because I wanted my poz bud to know it was okay to slide on in. The straight guy tensed up as his hole was forced open. "Fuck that hurts,” he remarked. "It will be okay," I replied, adding “he’ll hold there until you get used to it.” Which my bud in fact did. I meanwhile re-positioned myself so I was on my back, my legs in the air, and presented my ass saying "Lick my hole while he pounds yours.” Apparently straight-boy was only too happy to do. I let him rim me for a while before moving back to holding him while he sucked my pole. I could only just see in the darkness but I felt as much as I saw my poz bud unload in the straight-boy’s hole and I pushed my cock down his throat as I felt it. My poz bud asked "Swap?” I moved around behind the straight-boy. “You aren’t gonna fuck me too are you?” he asked looking over his shoulder as I lined-up my dick. “Yep, I sure am,” I smiled back. “You guys are turning me into a complete slut! Go slow, you are way bigger than his cock." “Of course,” I replied, sliding in to his ass no slower than I normally would. He grunted under me remarking "Damn, I can’t take it all!” “Yes you can” I said and I pushed him down from doggie to flat on his gut and really started pounding him. My cock was really well lubed from the spit and the poz load already in his guts. He was still really tight and the feeling was amazing but I wanted to fuck him for a while, hoping other guys would come and watch his conversion. As it turned out it was a slow night and it was just me, my poz bud and the straight-boy the whole time. My straight-boy was moaning and groaning and really enjoying it, he even started pushing up to meet my thrusts. After about 10 minutes of hard pumping I pushed in deep, grunted and planted my own toxic seed in his belly. I collapsed, laying on his back for a couple of minutes before I rolled onto my side, all the time holding his beautifully built body tight against my own, kissing his neck and caressing his tits. My poz bud got down and started sucking straight-boy’s cock and it didn’t take him long to blow. My now soft, poz dick slid out of his well fucked hole in the process. My poz bud came up and shared straight-boy’s sperm with the two of us as we shared a three-way kiss-and-cuddle. Five minutes later we were all in the showers chatting and washing each other, still enjoying the afterglow of a hot fuck session. The straight-boy said he had to go and headed to the change area. I held up my hand to my poz bud and he hi-5’d me as we both started grinning. “Reckon we got him?’ my poz bud asked. “Don’t know” I replied, “but either way, he’ll be back.”
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Seems like the older guys sort of like going thru the motions of being tricked. I don't know if they are acting-out or just give into the idea when they get hot. But always surprised at how easy it is to do a younger dude. Here's one for you. I was doing a neighbor kid this summer....18/19 or some such. I looked forward to it for several years and sort of strange how I always knew I'd get him some day but never felt in any hurry - he's sort of young for his age. But he was out of town this summer and planning on college in the fall so it was time. Think he had just a little experience - wasn't as nervous about it as if it was his first ever time, but definitely needed some lessons. Anyway, lots of sessions starting in June and it was fun plus nice having some nearby. We "forgot" ourselves a few times and barebacked, and pulled the old trick many more. So he leaves for school in late August but keeps in touch by email and I get to hear a little about his love life....not slutting around a lot but getting some at Ohio State....he talked about most as regular school buds but there was one guy I didn't get details on and sort of think that was "love" and was an older guy. The tone of his e-mails sort of changed in late November, he had something to tell me when he was home for Christmas, etc. Had me guessing that he had his test results and was wondering if he figured-out it was me or really thought he had converted that fast from his contacts at school. That was it - and you wouldn't believe what a perverse thrill it was to listen to him pouring out his story - feeling all pumped inside but having to act serious and sorry. I gave him all kinds of good advice, etc. He was pathetically grateful when I still wanted to bed him after knowing that he's poz!!!!!! BUT THE GREATEST THING: To keep my cover, course we'd be safe. He'd never topped me during the summer but got into it a little at school so he did me a couple times. Then the day after Christmas we had a nice long session. I did him first, then he was doing me. If course I made a big production of slipping the rubber off him...telling him how much I like him, that I wanted his sperm in me - poz or not whatever would be would be. At first it sort of freaked him, but he was horned pretty good by then and went for it. Tentative at first, but he got into it fast. I was looking forward to the thought of taking back my bugs that I had seeded over the summer - thought that was going to be a real turn-on.....but what was so over-the-top. As he was working me, I could see this transformation in him: like he had never considered breeding a guy on purpose – that he was totally into being safe with his newly toxic loads. But while it's going down I could just see the ideas forming in his head - how he was getting into the idea of pozzing me - and liking it! By the time he got to the squirt strokes, I knew he had moved onto a new stage. When he shot he was past making love to his old bud - he was definitely into gifting. No words to express the pride I felt! Anyway....he'll be driving back to college this week but we're spending tonight playing together. When he left for school the first time, it was sort of hard to say goodbye. This time will be a lot more gratifying for me knowing that he's going back looking to share my gift with his buds - what a feeling!
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I was cruising online, Adam4adam, Manhunt, BBRTS, you know the sites, and got hit up by a hot looking younger guy. I mean he was fine. He said he couldn't host, so he wanted to come to my place. Part of my brain couldn't believe this guy was for real. He was built like a fireplug, you know what I mean: about 5"7' or so and muscles, dark skin and handsome. I found him quite attractive so we chatted for a while and I decided I'd take the chance with him. In addition, he said he wanted to fuck and I wasn't about to turn down the chance to get my hole drilled by a man with his build. I was versatile but had a definite weakness for guys who were built as his photographs suggested. Of course I was only too aware there is often a disconnect between on-line photographs and real life, and almost never to the plus, but my sense was 'nothing ventured, nothing gained', so I gave him my address. Happily, when he showed up he looked just like the pics. There wasn’t any fat on the guy and he was fuckin' handsome to boot. I couldn’t wait to get into his pants but he wanted to sit and have a beer. We talked and he was coming on real strong. I was getting completely turned on because he was telling me about how he wanted a guy to be completely submissive to him. I guessed he was telling me what he wanted and I was ready to try because he had me going. As I expected, when we finally got down to the action he become very aggressive, deliberately making me gag on his dick when I was sucking it. Not that it wasn’t tough to gag because he was hung thick. Not super long or anything, probably seven inches, but damn thick. He was also very verbal through the whole thing. When he was ready to fuck I got a condom and some lube out, and I told him to go slow. He of course ignored me and he basically split me open, or at least it felt like it. He was not a slow fuck either. He went right to pounding away. At some point he pulled out and I could see the condom had broke. The base of the condom was still around his dick but the top of it had split and was just hanging off. I was kinda concerned because I don’t know how long he had been fucking with it split like that. He said that it often happened because he was so thick. I hadn’t seen him pre-cumming much when I was sucking him but I still didn’t want to be going at it bare with him. He tried to convince me that we could just do it bare, but I told him I didn’t do that. I was very clear that if he wanted to keep fucking he needed to wrap it up. He didn’t seem happy but I was not going to do it otherwise. I told him that there were more in the closet in my dresser top drawer so he got up to go get another. He came back with a condom and with the belt from my bathrobe. After he got the condom back on he said he was gonna tie my hands up cause he didn’t want me touching my dick until he wanted me to. I got all hot again thinking about it, so I let him do it. My hands were tied up together over my head to the headboard of the bed. I was on my back and he had thrown my legs up over his shoulders. He got right back to work fucking me. We had been going at it maybe twenty minutes total, and five minutes with the new condom when he stopped. He pulled out and told me he couldn’t feel anything with a condom on and he was going to take it off. I told him he couldn’t fuck me with out one, but he just smiled and said I couldn’t stop him now. I mean, talk about scared. I suddenly didn’t want to fuck anymore. I was into being submissive and letting him have his way, but if it meant getting barebacked, sorry, not me. I kinda laughed like it was a joke and told him to let me go. He said no. I started to get loud so he stuffed a pair on underwear in my mouth. When I tried to kick him away he just got hold of my legs and bent them so they were under his control and he was back on top of me. He was strong and I felt pretty much helpless. I was trying to get him off me but he climbed back on me and started fucking again with no condom on. I would be lying to tell you it didn’t feel good. I hadn’t barebacked in a long time and it did feel good, but I was scared. He kept talking telling me how good it felt and how he liked it. I have to say I did calm down some because it WAS hot. I mean, I couldn’t do anything to stop him and he was fucking me bare. I just realized that I had no choice: struggling wasn’t doing anything and he wasn’t listening to me mumble. I tried to speak and tell him to pull out before he came, but he didn’t hear me or pretended he didn’t understand what I was saying. I was pissed but I was also turned on by his dominance. He was getting close I could tell because he was getting harder and pounding harder. It was then he told me that he was poz and he was going cum inside me. He said I would be poz too. I freaked and was trying harder than before to get him off me and get him to stop fucking. It didn’t do any good because I had my hands tied and he was on top of me holding my legs down to my chest with his body holding me down. I knew when he came as he grunted loudly the whole time he shot his load in my ass. I stopped fighting and just kinda went numb, not knowing what to think. I had let him get me in a position where I didn’t have a choice, where he had control, and he had used that against me. He was poz, had fucked me bare and dumped his load in me. I felt a lot of things but mostly I was tired and exhausted from struggling. I knew from how stretched out I felt that he probably had converted me right there. So there I was, laying under him, while his load seeping into my ass. He didn’t pull out but instead resumed fucking me some more, sure enough shooting his second load a few minutes later. I found myself was crying, more from shock than anything, and he responded by holding me in his arms, quietly talking about how good the sex had felt, and other stuff that I don’t really remember. At some point he untied me. I want to say I was mad then and got back at him, but I had already faced the fact that I was going to be poz and that was the way things were. I asked him why he did it and he said he pozzed me because someone had pozzed him. It was that simple. He left shortly after that. That is how I got pozzed.
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It's been more than a year now and I've been experimenting with bareback sex. I consider myself versatile. I love skin on skin and nothing in between. Guys seem to accept that no one uses condoms anymore. I have eliminated it totally within the course of the year and rightly so. Besides, that hype about HIV or Std. doesn't apply to me. Especially in my rural location. Though it's hard to hook up with guys willing to bareback. It was time to expand my territory. I ended up having to travel a good hour to the big city. I found a couple bars or a bath house to try to make hook ups. I even get on the Internet and check things out. Though my profile specifically says I only play safe, I always manage to chat with guys in the conversion scene. It was always intriguing to me that someone would be willing to accept a poz converting. I was just naturally curious and faked my way into the discussion, suggesting I was a a individual. On this particular evening, I chatted with a guy that gave me directions to an address. I pulled up to a warehouse. Did I have the wrong directions? Well, I came all this way and I was going to find out. Perhaps someone converted the warehouse to a cool house. I ventured to the door and peered inside. There were lights on inside. "Hello! Anyone here!" No answer. I sheepishly ventured forward into a grand lobby. Admiring the unique architecture, I looked around, and kept following the path of lights to the stairwell. The upper floor had wood planks on the walls, floors and ceilings - there were no lights whatsoever in the rooms, just from what was coming through the windows from the street lights outside. Then I heard a door slide and latch shut. "Hello! Who's there?" Nothing but silence. Then I heard shuffle sounds coming closer to me. I had my hands in my pocket and grabbed for the only thing...my keys. I was ready to do some serious damage if I needed to. Man, my heart was beating. The adrenaline was really flowing. The noise came closer and I could barely make out dark figures sanding at a distance around me. They were shadows that sucked the surrounding light into their bodies. Still, there was silence. I was distracted to one area of more figures heading toward me. I could make out any details. I froze not knowing what to do. My thoughts of running and breaking the line. I also had the thought that I was a goner and going to end up in the nearby river. One dark figure game forward. He was wearing a dark outfit. His face was covered except for his eyes. It was creepy! "Welcome! Glad you could make it!" And at that point two of the dark figures grabbed me from behind and held me in place. I wasn't going anywhere. They were quick to bind my hands and a blind fold cover placed around my eyes. I still could see through some it as I was escorted to the dimly dark area of the room. I still was trembling and fearful of my uncertain outcome. "You know why you are here brother! We are to the brotherhood that will convert you. Your presence has affirmed you are willing to accept a poz way of life. "No! All I wanted was to have a three way bareback sex!" There was silence. I felt groping hands brush up against me from all sides. There tweaking my chest nipples and rubbing against my limp cock. I felt hands to the back of my ass. I was trembling and scared. Who was doing this to me and how can I get out of this situation was going through my mind. "Relax! We won't hurt you. But you are here for one reason and that is to convert your ass." At that moment I was moved to a bench. And then I felt my clothes being ripped off with a sharp implement. It was a knife cutting through my good shirt. Hands reached around my waste and was opening my jeans and pulling them down around my ankles. I heard some groaning and felt hand on my body. I was pushed ford to bend on this wood bench. My hands were released and I was able to stretch them and prop myself forward. There was a firm grasp around my neck holding me face down. It was uncomfortable. And then it started to happen. They were spitting on me. In particular, my ass. War spit was running down the crack of my ass and dripping down my legs. My ass cheeks were spread open and one of the dark figures cock was placed against my asshole. I was pleading at this point to please stop. That it was a mistake. And, then I felt it. My unclean ass was violated by a cock that I can only describe as thick and massive. I yelled out in pain. It shoved into my ass with a steady thrust. It stayed in me for about a minute. I was very uncomfortable. "Please, stop!" I was being raped. And then it began to happen. The mammoth cock was sliding in and out of my hole and tearing my insides. Why was it hurting so? I think he had a pierced cock or something that was scraping my insides. At this time, I was getting used to the feel of my abductor's cock inside my ass, so I decided to relax and stop struggling. I pushed my ass out to meet the trust of his forward jabs into my ass. At that moment the one holding me down shoved amy torn shirt under my face while the dark figure fucking me held me down. For every action he thirsted forward; I would was meet by my lifting my ass and pushing back. He pulled out as abruptly as he shoved inside me. I was hoping it was over with. Then I felt a cock head rub against my ass hole. I heard more spitting and I felt the shaft of a cock pushing into my ass hole. I enveloped his raw cock with my ass as he pushed into my inner gut. This was definitely someone different fucking my ass. He was relentless and kept a steady pace at jabbing his cock into me. And then I felt something. It was warm and wet. I think he just came inside my ass. It was tainted cum pumped into my ass! He pulled out and another cock replaced his position as quickly as he pulled out. I was definitely being rapped. I started to feel comfortable at this point and I let out a verbal "yeah, fuck my ass." He quickly was sliding in and out of my hole with vigor. The tempo was replaced by one hard push into my ass and a moaning sound. He was dumping his load into my ass. When he pulled out he pulled out some cum that was dripping to my lower crack and balls. The next guy scooped it with his fingers and lubed his cock up. He quickly shoved his cock into my sloppy hole and like the guy before him, let out a delightful moan. He was different in tempo and size. I was now very comfortable getting fucked and verbalized it loudly. The group continued to fuck and deposit their loads into my ass. I must admit. it felt great and I was eager to take each and every one of them. The dozen or so dark figures left my ass pumped full of creamy thick cum. A voice was whispered into my ear and welcoming me to the brotherhood. I was left there groping to find my clothing. I put on my pants and grabbed what I assumed to be my torn shirt, stumbling out to my car. When I got into the relatively bright street lights, I realized the clothing I was wearing was not that I had worn when I entered the warehouse - I was wearing black trousers, and the shirt in my hands was also black. The uniform of the brotherhood. Further contact with the brotherhood has led me down the path to becoming one of the donors when a ritual conversion is to be undertaken. I am honored to be on call and help make a difference. I am a brother among the two dozen guys or so who meet for special poz gifting deserving individuals. The camaraderies is special, and continues to grow. Perhaps we will see you in the ranks!
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Last night I had a sweet conquest. Met this hottie at a circuit party I attended two months ago, and was after his ass ever since. He was cute, young, smooth, awesome bubble butt, and tight little muscles. I saw him as a bottom - he was undecided as he had little butt play under his belt. We had hung out a few times since the party and messed around, sucking and jacking each other off, but he didn’t want to get fucked, ‘cause he was really scared of getting HIV, even if the top used a condom. He took the view there was no way he’d go without. I, of course, was determined to change his viewpoint, but didn’t tell him that. We hung out and I worked to built up his trust in me, very, very slowly trying to shift his thinking on fucking. To the extent I mentioned it, I only did so within the context of safe sex, that is, with a condom. Sensing his comfort level was increasing, I prepared to breach his guard. I picked-up a six pack of pre-lubricated condoms, opened the box, throwing one away to give the impression I regularly used them, and used a syringe to inject baby oil into the foil pouch so the condoms were liberally coated. I understood from the various safe-sex advocates that baby oil very easily breaks down in baby oil. Mind you, the foil appeared to be intact as the tiny pinprick hole was invisible to anyone who gave the condom a casual glance. I had never tried this before, but thought it was my best chance. In order to make sure the baby oil did its work, I let the condoms marinate for a week. I met up with the guy at my house, and we got into it hot and heavy. As I gauged, he was ready to fuck. At the right time, I pulled the box of condoms out of my night table drawer, deftly pulled one out, making sure to tear it open under his gaze. The baby oil was relatively unnoticeable as the condoms were pre-lubricated. He rolled it onto my dick, and seemed satisfied with the safeguard. Smiling, I positioned him on his back at the edge of my bed, as I leaned into him, a couple of pillows under his ass, and his legs on my shoulders. The first thrust into his hole was pure heaven. The condom integrity held at this point, and he had me take it out once and even checked it to make sure all was cool, then satisfied, he settled back and let me slide into him again. The pleasure, both physical and psychological, was exquisite. After a couple of thrusts I repositioned my cock, holding on about mid-shaft. Doubtless he thought I was merely keeping my dick in alignment with his ass, but in reality, as I slid back in, I pulled the condom taut on the shaft of my dick. As planned, in so doing the tip tore open, so I slid into his ass essentially raw. He reached-back once and a while to feel my cock that was ostensibly sheathed in a protective condom. After a couple of checks, he closed his eyes and gave into the sensation. I plunged viciously in and out of his bare ass now, eager to fulfill my desire, and soon enough my cum erupted in his hole. Of course there was no condom to capture it, so all that precious poz cum was free to do its worst. I didn’t let him cum, telling him that I had another load for him, and, within about 10 minutes spilled my load into his ass, breeding him a second time. Then I slid out of his hole and fell to my knees, taking his cock in my mouth and gave him a sweet blow job, all the time extracting out from under my bed a condom I had jacked off into the night before, exchanging it for the damaged condom, tossing the latter out of sight, under my bed. When he came, I swallowed his neg, salty load, and standing up, palmed the intact condom, pronouncing it as, in fact, intact. No lie there. He only glanced at it. He had no reason to anticipate my duplicity. I went to the bathroom and discarded the condom before he had a chance to notice it wasn’t fresh, while he remained in the bed. I let him sleep with me that night and he fell asleep, with my poz cum, swimming inside tender ass. In the morning after he took a crap, he mentioned a lot of lube that came out of his ass. I suggested I must have used too much. If it occurred to him that it could have been cum, I assume he shrugged it off - after all, he had seen the intact condom. I haven’t talked to him this past week, but I’m hoping my poz cum inside his ass had begun its work, and despite his every precaution, his body would convert.
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How did I meet Alan? He worked at the Daltons I frequent. He’d processed enough of my special orders and backorders that we’d cum to know each other by name. On occasion he’d call my home to tell me this book or that had come in. I always suspected Alan was Gay. I might have tried to make something of it, were I not 42 and POZ; and I imagine Alan was in his low twenties. So I’d always smile or wave and leave it at that. Actually I did see him around. At a bookstore, too, though not of the Daltons variety—where I and my colleagues went to get off. When our eyes met, his countenance lit up. “Hi, Mr. Wilson.” “Alan! Nice to see you! And the name is Jim.” Alan glanced around at the men cruising the corridors. “These guys are Gay, aren’t they, Jim? I’ve never been in here before. I haven't often come in here - I usually just dream about it..” “Then you’re among friends. Tell you what. See that Green Door over there? That leads to the bar. Let’s have a drink, talk it over; and, if you want, I’ll show you around.” “Okay - I'll meet you in a couple of minutes.” We crossed into the bar and took a remote table near the johns. I approached the bartender and ordered two bourbon-and-cokes, and returned to Alan where he told me about himself. Turned out Alan only thought he was Gay, cause he’d never really had sex outside of fooling around with some high school buds. And he was there to find out “the truth.” I sipped my drink and ordered him another which he gulped down as I recounted what I’d seen at the bookstore—Fucking and Sucking, Rimming and Orgies, and, occasionally, Fisting and Crossdressing. “Doesn’t anybody go in just to watch? I mean, do you have to do something?” “Course you don’t. You can be as picky and choosy as you want. And go home just as horny as when you came in. Tell you what. Let’s share a booth and watch a movie and you can judge for yourself.” After his third drink, a double, Alan was on the verge of inebriation—totally relaxed, inhibitions vanished, but not quite tipsy. Given his youthful and lissome appearance, the stalkers were ready to pounce, so I quickly ushered the guy into a Booth. I purposely selected a Stall with Glory Holes on both sides. As I latched the door, there was a mad dash to the adjoining compartments. I stripped down and told Alan to take off his Tee and pull down his jeans. Reluctant at first, he sheepishly complied. When he was down to his briefs, I urged him to peer through one of the Holes. The Sleaze in the next Stall was beating off with one eye on Alan. Nervously, Alan licked his lips. The Fag misinterpreted, and slid his fat slimy Cock through the hole. Alan was uncertain of the protocol, so I handed him my bottle of Poppers and bent down to demo. Literally holding my nose (the dude in the next Stall was a Sleaze) I wrapped my lips about the odious Shaft and proceeded to Suck—one, two, three deep strokes, before taking the fetid Manshaft down my throat. Alan had never done Amyl before, let alone sucked a Cock, so I instructed him to uncap the bottle, take 3 hits in each nostril, and inhale deeply. I pushed him to his knees and guided his lips toward the effusive Pole. Inhibitions diminished by booze and the fumes, with his natural instincts Alan was transformed from an inexperienced man into a rip-roaring Fag. Glistening fibers of Precum dangled from the Stranger’s Piss Slit to the Youth’s lips, as Alan, appetite whetted by his first taste of Manmeat, grew cognizant of what was to Cum. After a few minutes of Cocksucking, the Sleaze Pit moaned loudly. “Don’t let me down, guy. Use the Poppers. Inhale deeply. Keep on Sucking the Dude.” In a second Alan was rewarded with his first Load of Cum as DISEASED SEED spewed down the Teenager’s throat. Yeah, I knew the Fucker was POZ. Of course I didn’t want to bother Alan with such trivia, but I was ecstatic at how quickly the Boy had been exposed to the Bug. Alan initially had trouble taking the Venom. The Poison oozed down his chin. But I urged him to swallow as much as he could, and thank the Sleaze for fucking his face. He came down from his sexual high dripping with sweat and inundated with Cream. Sensing he was a bit overwhelmed, I urged him to make the Amyl his constant companion, and use it freely and often. I suggested that, as a Newbie and a First Timer, it behooved him to suck the guy in the opposite booth who’d been patiently waiting. His desire piqued, Alan pigged out at the other Glory Hole, sliding his lips on a nice seven-incher, a definite upgrade from the previous Shaft. His timorousness (along with his fear of disease) diminished as I spewed a licentious stream of obscenities in his ear. Shortly, Alan was honored with his second Load of the night as the man spasmed and shot a Wad down his throat. I couldn’t help but smile as Alan wiped his lips. While I had previously pointed out the Green Door, I had failed to mention the black one, beyond which the Youth would soon learn what it meant to be a manpussy. From overdoing the Poppers and the effect of the booze, Alan didn’t feel so hot. I accompanied him to the john where he felt queasy and sick. I avowed I had just what he needed, and pulled a little blue Pill I kept stashed in my billfold. He gulped it down. We sat down on the bench by the staff lockers to wait. I’d given him an Amphetamine I rarely indulged in, because of its strength. I groped his thigh, till I felt his Cock stiffen. “How you feelin’?” “Much better!” In fact, he was flying. We passed through the black door into the back room. In the dark chamber, unseen hands groped Alan as I tongued his lips and lobes. I implored him to go with the flow and let it happen—that this was what he wanted and needed, and it was wrong to resist. Coarse impatient hands unbuckled his belt and pulled off his Tee as his jeans dropped to the floor. As our eyes adjusted, we made out a dozen guys of all ages and sizes, one threesome entwined in simultaneous shagging, as their compatriots inched their way towards the Boy. Deviants on their knees ravished Alan's Cock and Balls, while others suckled his Nips and nuzzled his neck. I knelt to eat his Mancunt, as I withdrew a small tube of Vaseline from my sock. I worked one, then two greased fingers into his Pussy while I lubed up my Cock. God! It was all I could do to resist ramming my whole Fist up his Ass! But that would have spoilt the fun yet to Cum. Alan moaned and, remembering his Poppers were trapped in his fallen pants pocket, eagerly accepted a little brown bottle from one of the Dudes. I grasped Alan’s hips, pressed my stiffening Dick to his Anus, and slid in till my Balls bounced off his Ass Cheeks. Although Alan showed every indication of being a natural born Bottom, he had a great deal of difficulty accepting my Shaft; and the guttural groans from deep in his throat were not strictly moans of delight. But the Poppers and the Amphetamine, along with the Alcohol still in his system, allayed his discomfort. So I pounded and plowed his ex-Virgin Hole till ropes of POZ Jizm shot into his Ass. Sated and exhausted, I withdrew and came out coated with a Slimy Veneer of Cum, Shit, and Blood. Next the Dude who’d offered Alan the Poppers impaled the Youth. Facilitated by previous deposits of Cum, the second and subsequent Penetrations went smoothly. By the end of the night Alan had taken 7 Loads up his Ass and 9 down his throat, lacking mine, which I was saving for later. Not bad for a Virgin. Most of the Dudes who plowed Alan were acquaintances, a couple of whom I call friends. At least 3, maybe 4, of the Loads had been POZ. At one point, a small contingent of Alan’s admirers chanted, “Charge Him! Charge Him!”—though I’m convinced Alan, as ensnared by concupiscence as he was, didn’t hear or just didn’t care. When we left at 4 AM, Alan remarked he had no idea how great ManSex could be, and how he would have done every guy in the joint, were it not for the persistent pain in his Butt and the Blood. He asked if I had another of those little blue Pills, and I said he’d have to come back to My Place to get one. I also suggested a little Pot and a stiff drink might help him sleep. Without further ado, I guided him to my car. The night was as old as I was, but the morning was young. And there was still much to be done.
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This story needed a major clean-up. It was written e. e. cummings style, so to speak. Punctuation at a minimum, few capital letters, run-ons. I have tried to save some of the style of the original text, but suppose my success is limited. Enjoy. ************************************************************************************************** 'Yo, guys - 20 year old poz boi here. I’ve been poz since I was 18. To be honest when I found this site that someone sent me a link of it at first thought it was really fucked-up, but then I got to reading stories and postings on this forum and, well, it fucking turns me on. So, I'm posting the story of how I got pozzed. Actually what's kinda funny is I've never even referred to it as "getting pozzed." I've always said "when I became poz." ‘Poz’ was never a verb to me until now - but anyway, here’s my story. I started having sex with guys when I was 16. The first time was with the guy who was my BF for a whole six months. We went to school together here in my home state of California. I lost my virginity to him, and we did it bareback. Of course it turned me, on but shit, I was 16, it was my first time, so anything turned me on. I don't think at that time it had anything to do with it being bareback. I almost always bottomed in our relationship. For that matter, I've always been a bottom. I seem to recall I topped him twice in that whole time we were together. Of course he was the only guy I was fuckin’ around with during that time, and yes, always bareback, and I always took his loads. I guess the seed was planted, so to speak, because whenever I knew Jason was about to cum, I would grab on to his ass and pull him into my ass as deeply as possible. I loved having him cum in me. Our usual position was with me on my back, my legs on his shoulders, and him pounding my hole until he came. I occasionally wrap my legs around his torso, and reach as far forward as I could to grab his ass and pull him deeper, doing this just as he shot. Guess I wanted to make sure I got every drop. Sometimes we managed to kiss really deeply, just as he shot his load. In sex, it pays to be dexterous. But as I said, I didn't think anything of it then. I just saw our practices as the norm: love and stuff. In any event, he was two years ahead of me in school, so we broke-up when he went off to college in Michigan and I stayed in California. For the next six months, whenever I had sex with a guy, we always used a condom. Yeah, always, and yeah, I missed having Jason cum in me, but I figured it was because I wasn’t fucking with Jason. I didn’t register my discontent was expressly associated with cum. Then, at Christmas, when Jason came back to California for the break, we got together, and resumed barebacking. I loved it so much, realizing that the element of barebacking was what I had been missing. I began to fixate on sperm, realizing I had a thing for cum shooting into my ass. When one time during that Christmas break, Jason and I went to a party. He got really drunk, and while he was trying to fuck me he couldn't stay hard. The proverbial whiskey dick. But he could get hard by jerking-off. So he lay on his back on the bed jerking off while i kissed him and lay next to him. Right when he was about to cum, I stood-up, sat on his cock as quickly as I could, and yes, he shot inside me. I, of course, shot my load all over his chest. I think that was the turning point for me. It wasn’t about Jason, it was about cum shooting in my hole. In the in the three years since then, I been fucked with a condom probably less than ten times, and believe you me, I've been fucked a great deal. You see, during the next semester, after Jason went back to college, I got in to drugs. Mostly meth. Tina. I ran in numerous problems at school, all associated with my interest in drugs. Eventually I dropped-out during my senior year, got a crappy job earning just enough to buy drugs. Now, I don’t want to sound stuck-up but I'm a really good looking guy from a Huntingdon Beach in southern California. Since I regularly surf, I have a nice body, and happen to have a really cute face. I've never had any problems getting guys, and yeah, I ended up with a reputation here around town for being a slut. Which was fine by me, because my reputation and looks meant any guy who wanted to dump a load in a surfer-dude’s ass knew I was available. Hot guys my age, college boys, businessmen. Hell, turned tricks for drugs or I'd hook up with older guys online to PnP. Even if I wasn't in to the guy or didn't think he was hot, I’d get with him if he had tina, and then once I was all high I'd let anyone fuck me. Tina turned me in to a total cum whore even more. Oddly, for the longest time I was still neg. I got tested few months. It was funny because the guys at the Gay and Lesbian Health Center where I got tested would grill me with the question "why do you come back so often?” I simply lied saying I was paranoid, or that my boyfriend kept cheating on me. I made up answers because I was still somewhat embarrassed to admit I was a cum dump. The perversity of human psychology: I wanted, as much as possible, to have guys cum up my ass, but I didn't want to be poz. I hoped I could do one without the other. Well. a month after I turned 18, I was living with a friend. I had been kicked out of my house by my parents four months earlier. Needless to say, I was having problems: no job, no money - and really, really needed tina. I met a guy online, Tim. I guess he was about 35 years old. He saw my picture and wanted me badly. Real badly. Tim would email me at least once a day, sending nasty emails to get me turned on, offering me drugs, money, offered to get guys to fuck me. I had done gangbangs before, and of course had gone to sex clubs, but I still was somewhat scared of Tim because I knew he was poz. I had seen it in his profile on Bareback City (it was still around then), although Tim’s profile on Manhunt didn't say as much - I suppose he thought I didn't know. Naturally, I didn’t bring the matter up in our discussions. I just played him off, but essentially avoided him because he was poz. Well, one weekend I got high with my friend with whom I was living, and being really horny, signed on to Manhunt, and of course Tim messaged me. I don’t really know what thinking, but I agreed to go over to his house. He said he had three buddies visiting, and they were all partying. He sent me pictures of them - they were all in their mid 20s. As I said, I was not particularly interested in playing with Tim, but his friends were really hot, so I guess I just thought I would fuck around with them, not him. I made arrangements for Tim to pick me up at the subway station. He was accompanied by a fourth guy named Brian who had also needed a ride. Brian was, like me, young: 21 or 22. In fact I casually knew Brian knew from non-sexual parties and the dance clubs. I thought Brian was really cute, although I had never made a move on him. In any event, I was even hornier because there were four hot guys, including Brian. My ass was twitching at the thought of the four guys pounding me. When we got to the Tim’s house, the six of us partied for awhile. Yeah, I smoked a lot of shit. While I never liked poppers, I was open to most other stuff, although tina was by far the most attractive. I was probably quite a flirt, because I was definitely the center of attention. The party quickly evolved into the hottest orgy of my life: we all stripped soon enough, and I lay on the bed taking hits and sucking Brian’s cock while three guys were taking turns sucking my cock. I edged Brian’s cock to rigid perfection, edging him just to the brink of orgasm. The other guys segued to fingering and eating my ass, sometimes with two or all three of them with a finger in my hole, naturally driving me insane. With the tina fucking my brain, and their fingers fucking my hole, I was very receptive to the dirty talk the guys began spewing forth. How they were going to fuck me raw and blow their loads in my ass. Brian would be edged me on saying "You want these boys to fuck you? You want these guys’ loads? I would groan in agreement, saying “fuck, yeah, yeah - fuck yes pleaaaaaase" but they kept finger fucking, rimming and teasing my hole. Finally one of the mid-20s guys, Matt, pushed my legs back and put his cock to my hole, all the while Brian was kissing me and saying "You want his cock? You little slut. You want that fucking load don't you cum boy?" My inhibitions gone, all I wanted was cum, and I wanted it so bad I was grateful I finally had a cock in my hole. I distinctly remember feeling like such a slut when I practically yelled out really loud "YES!" once his head of his cock got in my hole. And he fucked me. Fuck yes, he started fucking me while they were all watching and talking dirty and playing with themselves. All the while, our host, Tim, was pretty much watching and jerking himself. Of course I didn’t really care what he was doing so long as his cock didn’t come near my hole. But everyone else was taking turns kissing me while Brian sucked my dick and Tim pounded my ass. He didn’t come in my hole, but rather pulled out and one of the other guys took his place. Guess Matt was saving his load, and that’s how it went for about two hours. The guys took turns fucking me over and over but no one cumming - yet. Everyone was so partied up, so I suppose that helped everyone in holding back, although Brian kept saying the guys would give me a huge deposit - when they finally did shoot, and I kept saying how much I wanted that cum in my ass. Finally while Matt was fucking me, they all started talking about how they were gonna cum this time around, and Matt really started fucking me really hard. I was laying on my back, damn near bent in half with my ass in the air and my knees practically next to my head. Guess the booty bumps may have helped me limber-up. Finally Matt say “I’m gonn’a cum in you, buddy!” To which I wailed “Fuckin’ do it, man! Do it!” The other guys contributed their own encouragement, saying "Yeah! Shoot that load up his hole!” At which point, Matt shot. I was wonderful. I could feel his cock throbbing as he shot and pulsating. He let out a huge groan as he came. Brian was laying next to me calling me dirty names. After Matt pulled-out, one of the other young guys took his place, pounding the shit out of me, saying how he was gonna add his cum to Matt's. He was gonna’ fill up my sloppy hole. And again I was begging for it. "Please, dude, please cum in me yeah do it! Shoot in me! Fill me with your cum!" So naturally, he did. The next guy took his place and fucked me much the same. I was in heaven. The third guy also shot in me too and then the last young guy took his place and started slamming my hole. My dick was so hard, and I was leaking precum like crazy. I remember because Brian was sucking it up and talking about how they were fucking my own cum outta’ my dick. Sweet. Well, the last guy shot, but they were all still talking dirty, and I was still hard as a rock. The advantage of tina: one can never have too much sex. About then Tim took the last guy’s place, lining his bare cock with my hole. I remember thinking really fast what the fuck he was doing, he was poz and going to fuck me raw, but i didn't say anything, I didn’t make to stop him, I didn't protest or move or anything. I just took it. I just put one hand on each asscheek and spread them for him. I knew what was going on. I knew he was poz. I knew this poz guy was about to fuck me, and my ass was likely all torn-up. Perhaps I was thinking at some level that I had been getting fucked raw for years, and had managed to stay neg, so what reason did I have to think this occasion would be any different? I knew the other guys were expecting to watch me take Tim’s load - they wanted to see me take it, and I guess I just decided to go with the flow. As I said, I spread my asscheeks and didn't say a word: the universal signal to fuck. Tim pushed the head of his cock into my hole but didn't go all the way in, at least initially. Perhaps he was giving me a chance to deny him entry. Perhaps he was just teasing me. I don’t know what was going on in his mind, but, with his cockhead in my ass, I reached forward, grabbed his butt, and pulled him all the way in. It seems that was the sign he needed, because he began fucking with energy, and I was loving it. No one said anything like "he's gonna charge you" or anything like the stuff I read in here. They were all relatively quiet as they jerked their cocks and watched the breeding. Largely the only sound was that of his cock pounding my hole, my moaning, and his heavy breathing, and, the sound of jacking, and of course the porn movie that was playing in the background. Everyone was watching Tim fuck me. I don’t know if they knew he was poz, nor did I know if they knew I was negative. The only point clear was that I wanted him in my hole, I wanted his cock and I wanted his cum. Then Tim leaned forward and started to kiss me, so naturally I kissed him back, wrapping my arms and legs around him. About then the other guys began saying things like “Yeah, take it, man.” “Take that big cock.” “Take his load.” About this time, Tim broke off from kissing me, asking me "You want it? You want my cum?" To which I answered “Yeah - do it, buddy!” He came back “You want it? You want me to fill-up your ass?” My reply was unambiguous: “Yes - shoot it in me!” And boy did I beg. Tim was kissing me, practically laying on top of me, his torso rubbing my rock hard cock. Needless to say, all the tension and friction made me shoot. I don’t think I had ever shot as big a load before, nor since. His body coaxing a load out of my cock, the other guys ribbing us on, and my ass full of cum. I shot cum all up and down my own chest and even hit my own face. At which point Tim also came, yelling “Oh fuck, here it cums!" And just as I did all those years earlier with Jason, I reached back and grabbed his ass and pulled him into my ass, close and tight. I pulled his dick in to me as deep as it would go. He shot his poz load up inside me. And I loved every bit of it. After it was all over, I didn't even think about whether or not I was going to convert as a consequence of this poz fuck. Well, I suppose that is not entirely true: sure the question crossed my brain, but I pushed the thought out. I was still horny. We partied for several more hours that night. i got double fucked twice, and for the rest of that night Tim fucked me just as much as the other guys. I know I took at least one more of his loads. Two poz loads from him in one night. In six hours I had gone from being totally against him fucking me to letting him fuck me and shoot inside me as though he was negative. After that night, I fucked-around with Tim again - four times, in fact, usually with a few other guys present. I watched Tim blow a load in to Matt and Brian both. As I said, I don’t know if they knew Tim was poz, nor do I know if they were poz at that time, but, as soon as Tim pulled out of Matt’s hole, I took his place and topped for one of the few times in my life up to that point, shooting a thick a load into Matt’s hole. Probably a poz load by then of my own. Tim became my best fuck buddy. He would organize gangbangs for me and me at sex clubs here in Los Angeles such as the Slammer. However, that was too rough for me. Usually we would go to the Hollywood Spa or the Melrose, or the Kohler Street baths or the Zone. I always took loads. No questions asked. Occasionally I would go to Tim's house and smoke tina while he went on line and invited guys over to fuck me. Sometimes I would watch him fuck guys, also. I think he used me to poz other young guys, because he'd show these 18 to 25 year old guys on Manhunt my picture, and say they could come fuck me. They almost always accepted his invitation, and would cum in my hole. And, after the guy came in my hole, generally they would end-up taking Tim’s load up their own hole. Sometimes a guy would ask about condoms, but once a guy had the chance to slip it to me raw, there was no further mention of condoms. Maybe the guys figured it wasn't an issue - that since I was young, I must be neg, and if I allowed Tim to blow his load in my ass, then Tim must also be neg. Whatever, they were okay with barebacking. And I didn’t care - I just wanted cum, cock and tina, in that order. Well, maybe in reverse order. I can’t really say. Tim and I played around for several months, and probably played with several dozen guys. Eventually I left California and moved to Colorado, to a town where no one knew what a slut I was. No one knew my past. All they knew was that I was fresh meat. It was not long before I was taking loads from them too. Raw, in my hole. More groups. More gangbangs. I wouldn’t say I was a pozzer. I still don't top much. Really, I rarely top. But you could say I did my fair share of pozzing with Tim, although I've lost touch with him. I don’t know where he is or what he's up to, if he's got a new boy or who he has pozzed. I don’t know what Brian or Matt are up to either. For all I know, the three of them could still be fucking around together. Who knows. But I know I'm poz, I know I hate condoms, and I know I take cock raw and encourage tops to cum up my ass. I want and need them to. I have stopped doing meth. Yup. I managed to quit. Can you believe that? But I’m no less a cumwhore. I will always take a load. Virtually any guy I set my sights on will eventually shoot his load in my hole. Occasionally the guys will want to take my load, and I’ll accommodate. Does that make me a charger, or breeder, or pozzer, or gift giver? I don’t know. I would just say I’m a cum pig. All I care about is taking as much cum as I can, and once and a while giving it, if invited.
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Will spare details on this but I've been exposed to HIV and I am taking ATRIPLA as PEP. I am having an extremely difficult time with the side effects, don't have Dr.'s or anyone to talk to where I am currently living (I was lucky enough to get the PEP in the first place) but for various reasons I don't think I will be able to take it for 4 weeks. I have been about a week already, started about 16 hours after the exposure(s). I cannot find any information on statistics etc for people who have been exposed but taken less than 4 weeks' of PEP. Does anybody have any information/guidance? Can 2 weeks' PEP still reduce the risk of infection, or is it kind of all-or-nothing?
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This happened about two months ago when I was at a party at one of my friend's house. It was getting late I wanted to start to head for home. I had a few drinks but I was not drunk by any means. The only reason I stayed so long was because there was this really hot guy there who I would love to fuck. But he went home by himself. As I was driving home I saw this whitish object along the road and it looked like it was moving. I thought it was a damn deer. Well it was not a deer, but instead a nice young two-legged buck. I stopped and asked him if he was ok. The kid looked drop dead gorgeous. If he was over 19, I would have been surprised. He said that he had been out drinking with friends, and they had dropped him off out here and he had to get back into town. I, being the nice guy that I am, gave him a ride, all the time I was wondering how I was going to get into his pants and get to fuck his cherry ass with my hot poz cock. I asked him if he wanted to go home or come over to my place for some beers, maybe watch a movie. Well it did not take him long to decide on the beers and movies. I have a couple of straight porn DVDs just for this kind of occasion. So we started to drink, and after a while when he was feeling pretty good, then I popped in the porn. I accidentally popped in a bi movie, to see how he reacted. I could tell the movie was having a effect on him. He was discretely (I’m sure he thought), rubbing his cock through the denim of his pants. I told him that it would be ok, since we are there alone if he wanted to take it out and stroke it, that no one would know. He agreed since we had never seen each other before, and because he was well on his way to being drunk. I went to get him another beer, and when I came back, he had his cock out; naturally I followed suit. We sat there for about 10 minutes slowly stroking. I noticed he seemed not a little interested in my tool, so I gave him an ample view, by shucking my trousers and briefs down to my knees. He followed my example, and after a couple minutes of look-see, I then asked him if I could touch his dick, and he slurred sure. I stroked it for him, playing with the pre-cum rubbing it up and down his cock. It was a nice cock, about 7.5" cut and it had a nice head. I kept stroking his cock for a while and then I asked if I could suck it. When he did not say anything, I took it as a yes and slowly went down on him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the movie was into a gay scene, two guys going down on each other. He asked me if he could suck my dick. Of course, I replied sure, repositioning myself to accommodate him. He started to suck slowly on it, getting just the head into his mouth. Not surprisingly, he was rather inexperienced, but fortunately, I was not, so I knew just how to move the play to the next plane. I played with his cock, ass and tits, doing my best to keep the excitement building. He kept working on my cock, and what he lacked in technique, he certainly made-up for with enthusiasm. Sensing the time was ripe, I stood-up and pulled my pants up, asking if he wanted to go into the bedroom, with the suggestion we’d be more comfortable. At this point, the two guys started to fuck each other. He asked me if I had ever done that and I told him yes. I asked if he was interested and he replied he had thought about it, as he pulled his pants up. Smiling, I told him we could try that as well, so, taking his hand, I lead him into the bedroom, I stripped, and helped him out of his clothing, positioning him on his back. I started by kissing his chest, sucking on his perky nipples and working my way down to his cock, getting his hard, engorged cock all nice and wet. Then I moved on to his balls and ass by lifting his legs and rimming his musky hole. Clearly, it was a new experience for him - frankly, I thought he was going to jump out of the bed with excitement. He loved it. He was moaning and groaning ad telling me not to stop. I told him I had to stop, because I had something that would make him feel better. I got out the lube and prepared his hole. He asked me if I was going to fuck him and I said yes. He asked me if I needed a condom, and I told him not unless he had something that I was going to catch. He said he was clean, and then he let me start to fuck him. His ass was so fucking tight, but for it, he was a natural bottom. After a minute or two of adjustment, he began flexing his muscle around my cock and almost made me cum too soon. I looked right into his eyes and watched him as I was fucking him, knowing that I was going to be infecting this cherry boy. I went for about 20 minutes, at which point I couldn’t take it any longer. I shot my load deep into his tight hole as he shot his load out onto his chest. We rested for about 10 minutes, cuddling together on the bed. To my pleasure, he then asked if I could fuck him again. Naturally I told him I would love to. I was going to make this a night he was never going to forget. It was so fucking hot. The next morning he left and I have not seen him again, but I am certain he will be thinking of me in a few months.
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I'd been chatting with a poz top on Manhunt for a few days. His screen name was POZyouUP, and he described himself as 45, 6' 3", 250 pounds, olive skin tone, Italian/Latin mix, sporting a goatee. He added he had dark eyes, a shaved head, was quite muscular and was quite hairy all over his body, carried himself as hyper masculine, and oh, yeah, he had a 10 inch UNCUT cock. My kind of guy. I couldn't wait to meet this guy. Just so you have some sense of me, I'm 25, 6' 2", 220 pounds, masculin, dark hair and eyes, neg-vers, and I have a cut cock. POZupiI{ and I decided to meet up one night at my place. At the agreed-upon time there was a knock at my door. I opened the door, admitting the stud into the room. He was fucking beautiful. As we struggled to strip off our clothing, we also tongue wrestled. Pushing me down to my knees, he ordered me to suck his poz cock. I reached up and pulled back his foreskin, finding his precum was liberally oozing out his slit, coating his shaft. Licking his cock clean, I then devoured the head of his wet, salty dick, swallowing his rod all the way down until his huge hairy balls were resting on my chin. For some fifteen minutes he violated throat, giving no regard for my comfort or gagging, but I didn't give a shit, and in fact was slightly disappointed when he withdrew his cock from my mouth, jacking his swollen meat in my face. To my surprise his foreskin was still so generous the skin flapped as he pleasured himself, a sight that completely turned me on, especially as I had never seen so much precum. "I'm ready to breed me," he grunted, so I gestured him into my bedroom where I lay on my stomach, positioning myself so I was, essentially, kneeling, leaning onto the mattress. Spreading my legs, I presented myself for his enjoyment. Without a word he dropped to his knees, rimming my ass like a wild animal, spreading my butt cheeks, licking, biting. and tongue-drilling my ass. When my hole was sopping wet he ordered me on all fours, spat on his rigid dick, initially rubbing his cockhead the length of my ass crack, and then precipitously and without warning rammed his fucking cock inside my hole, balls-deep. I screamed in pain. He plowed my ass for about ten minutes. My ass was in agony, but still I held on for dear life. Withdrawing, he ordered me to lay on the bed, on my back, and to spread my legs. I couldn't help but fixate on the sight of his rock hard cock, covered in blood, as he rammed it back inside my man cunt. He fucked me hard for 30 minutes, during which time he grunted with pleasure as his huge sack slapped against my ass. His sweat poured off his face onto my chest. Clearly he was determined to seed me good. "You ready for a six day load?" he asked. "Hell yeah, do it, man!" I demanded. Wordlessly roaring "Aaaaaggghhhhhh!!!!!!" his cock exploded in my ass, breeding me like a big fucking dog. He had so assaulted my ass it felt almost as if it had been burned with a branding iron, and his load was so large it almost felt as if he was pissing in me, but no, it was all sperm. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside my ass as he moaned in pleasure and exhaustion as his residual cum oozed into my hole. We lay there for about five minutes, each of us striving to collect his breath. Then he pulled out, his cock still rock hard. However, without another word he dressed and left as I lay there watching him. I never even knew his real name. I lay in my sweat-soaked bed, the aroma of his sweat and cum permeating the room. For that matter, his cum was oozing from my abused, bloody ass. In fact the volume of thick cum that was oozing from my hole suggested he must have shot about ten volleys into my ass. Had I been a woman, I would have been most definitely been knocked-up. In any event I jerked off and shot my load all over the place. Then I fell asleep. In a way he did knock me up because a month later I tested positive.
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I used to have a great roommate! He paid his rent on time, cleaned the house, and was pretty much a good friend. But he had one problem, every time I pointed out a guy who I thought was cute, he'd put the moves on him and take him home! This happened a lot, and it really pissed me off, so I decided to do something about it. He was single, and horny alot, so I mentioned a sex party coming up this weekend and asked if he wanted to come along. Of course he jumped at the chance! Now, he had no idea it was a bareback party, nor that most of the attendees, myself included, were poz. I made sure my friends had plenty of party supplies, and rum, 'cause that was his drink of choice. When we arrived, the party had already started, and guys were in various states of nudity. I told him to look around, and I'd get us some drinks. I loaded his first drink with some GHB, a good pour of Rum, and a splash of coke, and I kept them flowing. By the third of these, he shed his clothing and inhibitions, and was making out with a few of the guys. Someone laid out a 'line' and roommate said he had never tried coke before. With my encouragement, he snorted up some high grade Crystal Meth. It hit him hard, and that's when the fun really began. Some of the guys picked him up and carried him to the sling room and laid him in it. He didn't fight being carried, or strapped into the sling, either. We opened up a popper bottle, and he took a big hit of it as one the guys applied a few drops of lube to hit ass - just enough to open him up for some cock. The first guy to fuck him was about 7 1/2 inches, 4 inches around, and pierced with a very unique PA. The fastener ball was spiked, and about to rip up his ass for all the toxic seed that was soon to be deposited. My roommate was so out of it, he barely yelped when he was impaled on the first dick of death. The first shot his load into him and made room for the next cock, another 7 incher dripping hot precum, and slid in a little easier from the first load, then he added his poz seed, and made room for the next guy. Now, most of the guys were about the same size, but the 10th cock was something special. I knew this was going to be a great fuck scene, So I had a friend who dabbles in vidoegraphy bring his equipment to get this part of the party on tape. Before the 10th guy began, we gave my roommate a few bumps, more popper hits, and another dose of GHB. Now about the 10th guy. I had a week before the party trolled the internet for a really big cock. Out of all the guys who replied, I picked this black guy with 11 1/2 inches of Georgia Swamp Snake. This fucker was so big, he couldn't hide in his jeans. Well, after we "prepped" my roommate, the stud slipped right into the prey and slammed him ball deep on the first go around. By then, all the other guys were jerking and shooting their loads the my roommate's throat, and making sure by raking their nails on his gums, just to make sure the toxic seed had another avenue of infection. Well, after this 10th guy shot his load, everyone else wanted some more ass. They fucked my roommate for about 4 hours, and the party had started to break up. I left somewhere in the process, trusting the party hosts would allow my roomie to sleep it off. When I came back in the morning to pick up my roommate, he asked why I left, I said that he said was going to stay, and I left with some other guy. I asked what happened, he said that he was raped by the guys at the party. Not true I told him, then I took him home. While sitting on the couch, I played the tape for him and turned up the volume. Now you could hear him moaning for more cock, as well as hear him call on the tops to fuck him harder. Not once did he say, "stop, you're raping me!" And the while he was watching these men do what he asked, he registered some of the guys fucking him were sporting bio-hazzard tattoos. That totally freaked him out, but I told him if he should take ill, that I'd take him to the clinic to get an HIV Antibody Test. About two months later he came down with a savage cold. Smiling inwardly, I took him to the clinic for the STD clinic. Two days later he received a telephone call from the clinic saying he needed to come in for his results. Needless to say, the deed was done! Now when I see a cute guy, I don't have to worry about my roommate taking him home, 'cause after his meeting with the clinic counselor, he packed up his things and moved in with his parents. What a shame, now I have to find another roommate who paid on time and tided up after himself. Anyone interested?
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A couple of months ago I met-up with a guy on Manhunt. He was a bottom, 20 years old, white, still even living at home, and between boyfriends. He wanted to get fucked, and was frantically horny. He said he was negative, and I assured him I was likewise. We discussed if we were going to go bareback or use a condom. He told me that he had only gone bareback once with his ex-boyfriend, so we would use a condom. He asked if that was ok, and I said “sure, that’s fine,” thinking I would blow him off. Then he asked if I came a lot and if I could cum more than once. Bingo - I saw an opportunity. I told him that I shoot a lot of cum even on my second or third round, but that if I used a condom I could only cum once because after the first time, that the rubber desensitized my dick so much I couldn’t stay hard. But, on the other hand, if I went bareback I could go for two or three rounds (which was actually true). He liked the idea of multiple rounds with me, explaining his former boyfriends had generally had had low sex drives, and, consequently, he was never particularly satisfied in his sexual encounters. In short, he was intrigued by the notion of a multi-cummer who could truly wear-out his hole. Weighing up his remarks, I figured he would probably be open to barebacking, so I invited him over, and told him to pick-up some condoms. He agreed, and took down my address. He showed up an hour later, and was clearly nervous, so we talked a bit while seated on the coach. As he gradually relaxed, I sensed it was time to down to business, so I slid closer to him, took his face in my hand, and began to kiss him. Man did the clothes fly! We were naked within minutes, exploring each other’s bodies with abandon. His cock was a respectable five or six inches, and his balls were drawn tight - presumably out of excitement. Naturally, my cock was turgid, and my big balls ready to deliver their four-day load as directed. Leading him to my bedroom, we maneuvered into a 69 position, each pleasuring the other. He did a decent job sucking my cock, although I was really too big for him, so he focused on stroking the shaft while sucking the head. I swallowed his cock and consecutively swallowed each of his balls as I played with his taint, sensing such as the best way of readying him. Eventually I flipped him over onto his belly and rimmed his bubble butt. For a generally smooth guy, he had an interestingly hairy ass. Fucking sweet! He damn near knocked me off in excitement. Apparently, no one had ever done it to him before. When his ass seemed amply relaxed, I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cock along his crack, showing him that I was ready to fuck him. His build was a lot smaller than mine, so I took command, wrapping my entire body around him, holding him in my arms, grinding my cock against his bubble ass. This turned him on, as I knew it would. This kid was a submissive, and wanted to be dominated by a man. A man he would get! He moaned, and then whispered the words I had been waiting to hear: "fuck me." Smiling with inward satisfaction, I grabbed some lube (which I had placed within arm’s reach) and greased up my bare cock. He didn’t offer-up a condom, and frankly I don’t know if he even had them. I slowly slid my cock head into him, giving him a minute to adjust, as my cock is fairly large, and when the time seemed ripe, eased the entire shaft into his warm, wet, tight ass. I could feel his ass muscles alternately clench down and push back against me, impaling himself onto my raw cock. He was hardly inexperienced, even if generally unsatisfied with his partners. He had mentioned that, when most guys fuck him, they came in under a minute, and he hated as much because he never had time to get off. I could understand why the earlier tops had come so quickly: his ass was round and perfect, but I was determined to make the experience memorable for him, so I measured my strokes so that I wouldn’t blow too quickly. I wanted to convert him in more than one sense. Several times, as my breathing got heavy and I got close, he asked me if I was going to cum yet, and I told him “no, man, not yet - we’ll make it last,” slowing down to delay my orgasm. When I had regained control, I resumed pumping my bare cock in and out of his ass, keeping him pinned directly against the bed, so he couldn’t get to his own dick. Finally I let it go. My balls contracted, sperm shooting out of my raw cock into his ass, pumping him full of poz cum. I unloaded for perhaps 15 seconds, relishing in breeding him. He had no idea what he had taken, besides my cum, into his hole. As my orgasm subsided, I continued to slowly fuck his ass, while he just moaned, feeling my cum squishing around inside him. About 10 minutes later I rewarded him with another load of cum on top of my first one. Spent for at least a little while, I pulled out with a wet plopping sound, and kept him face down so my seed wouldn’t spill out of his ass. I stroked his hole, soothing it with gentle massaging, as we talked for about half hour, and I worked my cock. In due course, my cock regained turgidity, and I had him reposition himself doggy style, mounting his ass again, barebacking fucking him from behind. This time, however, I allowed him to jack his dick. After ten minutes or so, he asked if I was close. I was and said as much, to which he replied "I want to taste it this time." I replied “Nah - this one’s also for your hole. You can eat my fourth load,” whereupon I blew inside his butt, notwithstanding his request. His ass was made for breeding, and I wanted to make sure it was done to completion. As I came, he shot his load onto the bed and collapsed on his stomach, with me on his back. I continued to pump his ass slowly, and him if he wanted my fourth load, but he was exhausted, and truth be known, so was I. He got all mushy and clingy then, wanting to hang out and talk, but I cut him short saying I had to run. I also wanted to get him out the door before he asked to use the bathroom, thus giving my poz cum the time it would need to work its way into his body. Notwithstanding my seeming rudeness, he contacted me a few days later, wanting to get together for another session, but we never did. My work was done, and I knew was sure of as much when a few weeks later, while chatting on-line, he mentioned he had the flu, and wasn’t feeling well. I told him it was going around, and was sure he’d be better soon. Yeah, right! Welcome to the brother hood buddy!
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I enjoy using my poz cock on as many neg fuckholes as possible. I really get off on pumping my infected loads into an unsuspecting neg. It thrills me. Guys react so differently when they get the “news”. Some get depressed. Some go berserk. I know one guy who killed himself. I could barely suppress a smile. I used to be a bottom, which is why I pozzed so quickly. Now I’m a top, not because of a change of heart—but because I do community service. Do you realize there are a thousand bottoms out there waiting to be bred, and not enough tops to go around. I mean, right here in San Francisco, there are more than I can handle. It’s so hot to seed an unsuspecting neg—from raging queens—to sex police—to gay rights advocates—to teens barely out of puberty—to married dudes (doubly sweet if they share it with their spouses). I strive to put a little excitement in their lives. Give them a manly cause to die for. And since most of them are closeted, explaining poz challenges their intellects. I meet these dudes online, reststops, the bookstore, and the baths. I'm amazed at the number of fags out there, both bi and gay, who can't wait to get my poz jizz up their assholes. Course they don’t know I’m poz, and I don’t tell them. You play, you pay, I figure. I’d lie about it first. But they never ask. Most don’t even mention condoms. In the past few weeks, I’ve seeded 7 guys (three at the baths, two at the bookstore, and two I’ve met online). Oh, yeah, and in-between I’ve taken a few loads myself. Maybe neg, maybe poz. Like the others, I don’t ask. One morning, on my way to school, I stopped to see a guy I met online. I drive by his place twice a day. The dude, who emailed me his pic, just graduated from law school—25, great body. Soon as I got in his living room, he went down on me. As my poison precum dribbled down his chin, I got to thinking how nice it’d be to poz my first solicitor. I thought of molding him into a total man slut like myself, if I could do it without encumbrances. Life’s too short for emotional entanglements. In my world faggots cum and go. They sicken, crawl off into a corner, and croak. So it’s best not to form attachments. I know that sounds callous, but I didn’t make the rules. While I’m all this was running through my head, he got me nice and boned; and I pursued him into the bedroom. He got on hands and knees and offered me his AIDS-free ass. I dropped my drawers, and as he stretched to reach a condom, I drilled him. He fell back to support himself, as I plowed him raw and bareback. I didn’t have a lot of time to screw around, and before long my poison jizz was spewing in his asshole. As I came in him, the stupid dude cried out, "Spray it on me man. Shoot all over me!" I never let a charged load go to waste like that. But not wanting to upset his applecart, I pulled it out and milked my dick like I was cumming. The horny dude beat off like mad and shot his cream all over his chest and stomach. I lapped up his uncontaminated seed. Since I’d skipped breakfast, the liquid protein, despite its infertility, flowed smoothly down my throat, silencing my growling stomach. Yum! Yum! As I pulled up my jeans and pulled my tee back over my head, he started asking questions. Did I live with someone? Where I went to school. What was I studying? And so on. Exasperated, I responded, "Dude, I'm in a hurry. I’m late for class." He looked hurt, and I knew I’d have to mend my fences. I kissed him and wrote down my number. I explained that my attendance hadn’t been the most pristine, and that if I stuck around, there’d be dreadful consequences. Which in part was true, cause another load of poison was brewing in my balls, and if I tarried another minute I’d be dicking him again. We made a date for Tuesday. After a lingering kiss which would surely would have soon led to things I was in a hurry to avoid, I departed. As I drove off, I prayed my toxic jizz had done its job. I pictured my malignant cum dripping from his manhole. He’d soon conclude I’d cum in him. But by Tuesday all would be forgiven and forgotten, his health concerns supplemented by his need to fuck again. That night he called me. We mutually wished that Tuesday weren’t so far away, though I had other obligations, like the bookstore, reststop, and what I hoped would be a raucously prolific Saturday-Sunday at the Baths. I dreamt of him that night. How tearfully he confided he was poz, and how I feigned surprise. How I fucked him after that, ostensibly to show support, though my intent was reinfection. How I got him used to poz on poz, which, considering us, was easy. From there it was a baby step to poz on neg, as I enticed him into 3-ways at the baths, until he was fucking addicted.
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