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Eric — On the H.S. Swim Team, somewhat of a Wuss Tim — His Rebellious Pal on the Baseball Team Steve — Gay with an Affinity for Violence It started as a prank. Tim and Eric were high school buds, just turned 18, who pulled progressively ludicrous pranks on one another. First Eric taped a "Hit Me" sign on Timmy's back, who was slapped silly by his classmates. So Tim mixed red dye in Eric’s shampoo. His blonde hair turned orange in the gym shower. They all got a chuckle out of that. Tim thought it would be cool to advertise his buddy on a gay chat room. The ad read "I wanna be used as a Boy Slut! Cum Fuck Me! I need it bad!" He included Eric’s stats, email address and cell number. Eric spent the next couple days replying to emails and phone calls, explaining he wasn't gay. He was pissed, and vowed to get even with Tim for all the trouble. One Friday he hid his friend's clothes and car keys during baseball practice and Tim had to walk three miles home in uniform. To top it off, it rained. After that, they mutually agreed to forgo further pranks. Better to stop before irreparable hard feelings came between them. They went out on a double date a few nights later. They were two of the hottest guys in school and never lacked for company. Eric was a swimmer—blonde, blue-eyed, slim, and muscled. Tim played baseball and had a killer butt—brown hair, green eyes and a great bod. That Friday they were somewhat tired, so instead of trying to get laid, they decided to get wasted. They dropped the girls off at their houses and went to Eric's. His parents were away. A friend at the local gas station scored them some beers. A hour later, they were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Eric's cell rang. "Yeah?" he answered. "Is this the Boyslut? I’m willing to fulfill your needs." "Crap! Listen, you stupid faggot, it was all a prank, so go fuck off!" "Just watch your language, Junior. Don't fuck with me." "Go screw yourself!" Eric hung up and turned off the phone. Tim giggled. "Geez, Tim, that was rotten of you. I’ll have to change my number." "Yeah, that was stupid. No more pranks, OK?" The boys were well on their way to getting soused, when the door bell rang. Wobbling to the door, Eric opened it. A mustached dude, in leather jacket, jeans, and cap stood on the porch. "Can I help you?" "This Eric Lawson's house?" "Yeah." "You Eric?" "Yeah." The intruder backhanded Eric and sent him sprawling to the floor. Before Eric could stand up, the stranger pulled him to his feet. "Listen, Punk, I’m the one ya called a ‘Stupid Fag’." "Bu... bu... but. how did you find me?" The man twisted his arm and Eric shrieked in pain. "Unimportant. I want an apology." The man, Steve, smelled beer on Eric’s breath and realized the young jock was close to drunk. He pushed Eric to his knees, but then heard footsteps. He pulled out his gun. Tim ran in to see what the commotion was. He saw Eric kneeling on the floor, a big guy with a gun standing over him. "Who are you?" asked a frightened Tim. " You got it wrong, kid. Who are you?" "I'm Tim." "Eric's brother?" "No. A friend." Steve realized Tim was also drunk and figured they were home alone. This was better than he’d expected. He worked construction, and had the build to prove it—tall and strong—mid 30’s. He was gay, but in the closet to all of his friends. He used the internet to hook up and frequented local gay haunts. And, Steve was the type of guy for whom, if he didn’t find a willing mouth, an unwilling one would do as well. The first had been a hitchhiker. Steve had been horny as hell after spending hours in the park alone. He saw the young guy jogging toward him, thumb in the air. A quick look at his legs and butt made him swerve off the road. Once the jogger was in the car, Steve made his move, but was promptly rejected, so Steve turned down a deserted road, punched the half-nude jogger into submission, and raped his ass. He spent a couple of sleepless nights worrying about the cops, but finally concluded the breeder had been too humiliated to report anything. He wondered if the guy were still neg since Steve had been diagnosed POZ a year earlier. The second time was equally unplanned. He’d been drinking at a gay bar when a Pretty Boy, a twink, came into the bar. The uppity twink eyed the other patrons as if none of them deserved to breath. Truth was, no one there could hold a candle to the twink, who nevertheless should have been more polite. Steve was mellowed out that night, so he ignored the twink until the later made the mistake of approaching Steve. The arrogant SOB eyed him disdainfully then walked away. Naturally that pissed-off Steve, so when the twink left the bar, Steve followed him. When the twink opened the door to his apartment, Steve overpowered him. Punching and slapping Mr. High-Falutin’, he dragged him to the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and gagged him. The twink was probably was usually a top - his ass was extremely tight. Steve licked the twink's tears from his cheeks and whispered in his ear that he was too hot for his own good. Steve spermed AIDS jizz up the twink's ass and went into his kitchen to get a drink, while the twink sobbed on the bed. Still horny, Steve fucked the twink a second time. The blood on his dick told him the twink had gotten what he deserved. Taking the twink's briefs as a souvenir, Steve dressed and left. He still beat off in them from time to time. Steve mulled over what to do with these two queers. His day had been a bad one. He’d screwed up at work and was almost fired. When he got to his car, his tire was flat. He’d looked over the boards he’d always used. Though it had been published a week before, Eric’s (or rather Tim’s) ad excited him The author described himself as 18, 5'10”, blonde hair, blue eyes, swimmer’s build, and anxious to get laid. But Eric had been extremely rude. Steve was sensitive about being called a “Fag” so he decided to scare the shit out of the Punk. He would pistol-whip the cunt, then head-out to his favorite cruising spot. Using a “Find Anyone, Anywhere” service he subscribed to, he got Eric’s address and headed out. When he found the two teens alone and drunk, he realized how blessed he was. Since they were drinking openly, he figured the parents wouldn't be home that night. Tim conjectured Steve was a thief. Eric, for his part, was sobbing on his knees. He was a jock and popular, but kind of a wuss. Between sobs Eric blubbered, "He's the guy I hung up on and called—a name." “Listen, Mister, I’m the one who wrote that ad.” “Yer the queer? You ain’t got blonde hair.” “We’re not queer. We’re both straight. We were out on a date—with girls—tonight. It was just a joke. A trick I played on my buddy.” "Don’t matter none. Yer boyfriend here called me a ‘Fag.’ An’ I want an apology.” Turning to Eric, Steve said "Now kiss my ass, you fuckin’ fairy!" "Leave him alone!" Tim lunged at Steve. He figured that, with Eric’s help, they could subdue the dude before he fired, but Steve caught him squarely on the jaw. Tim went down. Eric screamed! Steve fired at a crystal vase, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Eric fell silent as he realized the gun might next discharge at him. "Don’t make me shoot ya!" Eric was crying openly and knelt over his friend. "Is he dead?" "I hardly think so." "Please, sir. I’m sorry. Don't hurt us anymore." "Sorry don’t cut it, sonny. Ya gotta pay." "My money’s in my room." "I’m not into thievin’." "What do you want?" "I wanted you to apologize, but I've changed my mind. I want you to suck me off." “I think I’ll just apologize." “Too late. Hit your knees, cocksucker.” "I can’t suck you! We told you. We’re not fags!" "Either that or the crisco-treatment.” Realizing his prerogatives were limited, and anxious not to aggravate the seemingly unstable intruder any further, a resigned Eric quickly decided it was better to give a blow-job than it was to run the risk of being shot, so he nodded his assent. "First we gotta do somethin’ ‘bout that friend a yers. Don't want him interferin’ none." Eric led Steve to the garage where they found some ropes. They went back to the dining room where Tim lay moaning. He had Eric bind Tim's wrists and swab his bleeding lips. Now—take off his jeans and sneakers." "Why?" "So he don’t fuckin' run out on us, you stupid fuck!" Eric removed Tim's jeans. A delighted Steve smiled to the see Tim's muscled legs and tightly packed-Speedo (a vestige of the double-date that night). Steve was having second thoughts about letting the boys off quite so easily. An’ the Speedo." Remembering the vase, Eric pulled off Tim’s Speedo, exposing his buddy's shriveled dick and balls. Obeying Steve's unspoken order, Eric planted the Speedo squarely in Steve’s outstretched hand. The man’s cock twitched as he stuffed them in his pocket. He knew he’d be jerking off in them. "Now strip for me." Eric gulped, unbuckling his belt. He slid down his jeans. He was wearing the same bikini briefs he had put on for the double-date. Steve whistled. Eric blushed. He finished taking off his jeans and sneakers, hoping against hope that there would be no further order. Not so. "Hand me the bikinis, dick-wad." Grudgingly Eric handed them to Stevie, who held them over his nose and inhaled deeply of teen sweat and musk. "Cum over here." A petrified Eric stepped next to Steve who pinched the Eric's pink nips. Eric tried to suppress a moan, but his cock began to twitch. Steve held the gun in one hand, and, with the other, fondled Eric's body. Almost on autopilot his fingers crept up the crevice of the Eric’s ass, nudging the teenager's hairless pucker. Eric trembled while the man held him tight and licked his neck; but when he tried to pull away, he felt the cold gun barrel in his ass crack. "I don’t want to hurt you, Baby," Steve whispered almost apologetically as he tongue-fucked Eric's ear. Eric let out a involuntary moan as waves of arousal and repulsion coursed through his groin. Steve was wholly turned on by the squirming kid. Steve passionately he kissed Eric, who, totally off guard, did not resist. Steve’s tongue freely roamed the Eric's mouth, inhaling the stale stench of beer. Contemptuously he pushed Eric to his knees and pulled him to his crotch. "Unzip my pants. Take out my cock." Reluctantly Eric unbuckled the man's belt. Stevie took off his jacket and tossed it on the carpet, while the Eric fumbled with his zipper. Steve wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the man's erect cock sprang out, striking Eric in the face. Intrigued, the young man scrutinized the large rod. Feeling nauseous, he was revolted, yet curious. He had never personally considered sucking cock, but now that his choices were limited, he wondered briefly what the bitches felt, and why they were so reticent to suck. He didn't have much time to contemplate the matter because the order came in quick sequence "Suck It!" The command echoed through his brain. Was he really going to do this? The room spun until Steve struck his lips with his big shaft again and roused him from his reverie. Teary-eyed, Eric implored the man. "Mister, I’ve never…." "Lick it all over." Reluctantly Eric took the large pole in his mouth. How hot it felt! Much hotter than his own! It was weird sucking another man's dick; but he told himself it was just the same as his own. He licked the head, precum covered his tongue. He wanted to gag, but he had to admit it tasted sweet and none too bad. He gulped and swallowed. On the floor, Tim was coming round. His jaw ached, and his lips hurt like hell. It took him a while to get his bearings. He wondered if the big man were gone. The house was quiet—except for a slurping sound. He tried to touch his lips but found he was bound. H e made out two fuzzy images. Focusing, he was stunned to see his best friend sucking on stranger’s cock. In addition, Eric was naked and aroused. "That's it, boy, Suck it good!" Steve had a dilemma—whether shoot down the kid’s throat or go for the gold. "Eric?" Steve’s cock slipped out of his mouth as Eric turned to observe his injured pal. Steve grabbed his hair and pulled him back. "Suck it, pretty boy. I’ll tell ya when to stop" and to Tim Steve said "Glad ya decided to join us, Beautiful. Thought you were out for good." "Why are you making him do that?" "I’m not makin’ him do anything. Look at him—lappin’ up my cream like he’s done it all his life—or wanted to. Don’t ya get it, Pal? Yer friend’s a fag!" Eric tried to pull off, but Steve grabbed his head and fucked his mouth. "I’ll tell ya when to stop, cunt face.” Tim hissed “You’ll pay for this, you S.O.B.! The cops are gonna bust your ass." Steve was not at a loss for words: "Yeah, but be sure to tell ‘em ‘bout the ad an’ how ya played along. You won’t have to tell yer friends at school a thing. You know the rumor mill. An’ goodness, what will yer parents think? That they raised two fags? I’m sure everyone will understand.” The two teenagers looked at the Steve apprehensively. "Eric, baby—time to suck your bud." "WHAT?!" both friends exclaimed. Steve picked up the gun again. Obediently Eric knelt between Tim's legs, licked Tim's shriveled dick. Tim may have grimaced and grunted, but a mouth-is-a-mouth, and soon his cock stood up. " From now on, you two faggots’ll be sixty-nine-in’ day and night! I know." "Fuck you to hell" was Tim's reply, but his cock did not soften, even when Steve said "Come to think of it, I'd rather fuck Eric here. Such a sweet ass! Now Eric-boy, blow Timmy like ya mean it. Show him ya love him.” Hoping to buy time, Eric bobbed up and down inexpertly on Tim's cock, only to realize that Steve was kneeling behind him, had pulled his cheeks apart, and was appraising his hole. Although Eric couldn't know it, the hole was pink, tight and hairless. "Boy, I think I’m gonna give your pucker what it deserves." "Don't hurt me, sir!" Steve slapped Eric on the butt. "Never say no to me, Boy. I’m gonna fuck that ass of yours—or fist ya. Got any crisco? No? Well, in that case, fistin’ might sting a bit. But you can handle my fist. I can tell." Eric knew there was no way out, so he started sucking as he supposed a real faggot might—anything to appease the intruder. Tim felt his balls shrivel, as pre-cum boiled from his dickhead. Eric felt betrayed that his pal was getting off, but Tim’s arousal only inspired Steve more. Steve began kissing and biting Eric's Mancunt. The Kid squirmed, and Stevie knew he was turned on. Encouraged, he worked his tongue up Eric’s Manhole. In response the Teen sucked Timmy harder. Steve added a finger to the mix. "Damn, you taste good, Shithead! Problem is, yer just too tight! I’m gonna have ta stretch you out a bit.” Steve spat on his Shaft and Eric’s Cunt. He knew that wasn’t lube enough, and he wished he had the Poppers in the car. Undeterred, he pushed on in. Actually Steve had a secondary agenda. He’d become convinced, given the ease with which Eric had acceded to his demands, that the Boy was Gay, and was determined to bring his inclinations to the fore. Eric, for his part, clenched his tight Pussy, but his resistance was no match for Steve’s strength and prowess. He screamed when the Steve’s Dickhead popped in. It felt like one of Timmy’s ball bats up his Ass. Steve quickly muffled the Boy’s screams with his big fist, and, pulling the debauched Youth to him, plowed on in. Tim saw the pain on Eric's face—eyes bugging out, cheeks blushed and flushed, as tears meandered down the crevices of his contorted face. Steve impaled him all way. The debased Youth lay on top of Timmy, their genitals in touch. The Boys, soaked with sweat and tears, were pummeled savagely by the undulating Faggot. Tim kept telling Eric it was OK, who, beside himself with pain, sought ANY distraction, and was face to face with Timmy. So he kissed Timmy’s blood-caked lips—anything to alleviate the soreness in his Rectum! For his part Timmy knew was that he mustn’t reject his Pal—not in that crisis! Wantonly Steve pulled out of Eric’s grievously abraded Flesh and plowed back in. His onslaught mashed their Dicks together; and, despite themselves, they grew erect. The grunts of the three males filled the room. Eric's Prostrate was stimulated by Stevie. The Youngster’s Cock, in turn, was flush against Timmy’s. Eric couldn't hold back any longer and shot on their flat stomachs. Tim felt the stickiness, and wondered if Eric were Queer indeed. It seemed that Eric had too readily acceded to Steve’s demands. They’d always been inseparable—had played ball and learned to swim together. While Tim couldn’t condone Eric’s inclination, he couldn’t blame him either. He’d always figured Gays were born, not made. If Eric was Queer, it wasn’t his fault; and he couldn’t reject him—not after all those years. Steve fucked the Boy till his Dick spasmed in the bloody Hole. As he climaxed, he grunted out loud. Steve had been POZ so long, and barebacked so routinely, it never occurred to him that he might infect the Youth. Regardless, bareback was the only way to go, and condoms were the last thing on his mind. All he knew was that he had to breed that Virgin Hole. If Eric got POZZED, it was the luck of the draw. Sated, he withdrew. Eric sighed in relief, but that didn't last long. Steve ordered Eric to fuck himself on Timmy’s Cock. Eric had totally succumbed and knelt over his Bud. Tim moaned as he felt his Manhood enveloped by the tight, moist bloody Hole. "Like what Eric’s doin’ to ya, Timmy boy? You kin have him anytime, ya know. Bet he feels a hole lot better than any Girly Pussy." Eric rode his Pal for less than a minute when Tim's grunts told him his Bud was cumming. Steve made Eric get off, to garner a look at Tim's belly and Cock, which were covered with a mixture of blood, Ass Slime, and Cream. "Now, Eric, lick your Bud's Dick clean. His stomach, too!" Eric did as he was told, rationalizing that it was only a harmless blend of body fluids and white-yellow Spooge. The latter he quickly discounted, admitting it didn’t taste that bad—just kind of bland and bitter. What he didn’t know was that the Bug was already coursing through his Bloodstream. He later rationalized that was what turned him Queer. You know—POZ already—so who gives a hoot? But had he known what he learned later, he would have concluded that Sodomy was just Icing on the Cake of Sex. Meanwhile, Stevie ogled Eric’s Puffy Red Asslips and admired his handiwork. "OK, TIMMY, YOUR TURN." "What! Me? No Way!” “Eric, sit on Timmy’s face! I want him to suck all them Juices outta you!" "You’re a sick Fucking Bastard! I won’t do it!" Steve began squeezing Timmy's Nuts. Tim screamed and kicked. “S’OK, cause Eric’s gonna end up yer Lover, anyway. Now—start felchin’!” "No!" "I’ll stuff those Fuckin’ Nuts right down your miserable Faggot throat if you don’t do it.” “ERIC, I SAID SIT ON HIS FACE!" Anxious to spare his Buddy further pain, Eric knelt over Timmy, his Butt inches from his mouth, and slowly lowered his Ass to his Pal’s torn lips. Tim, whose Balls throbbed in agony, began to munch on Eric’s Cunt. "That’s better. I want you to eat out all the Jizm outta that Sweet Boy Pussy. Half of it’s yers, ya know. You love yer little Boyfriend, don’tcha? So lick his Mancunt and make him feel a little better after the shellackin’ we just gave him." Steve grew horny watching the two Jocks get it off. He pulled the Boys apart and used another rope to tie Tim's ankles, passing it behind his neck. His legs were spread, and his knees pressed to his chest, his Straight Virgin Hole defenselessly exposed. Apprehensively Tim watched Stevie’s every move, anticipating he was gonna get fucked too. "Sorry, Sonny, but I can’t put up with your shenanigans no longer. Now yer outnumbered 2-to-1. You can either cum along or go along. Bet yer a better fuck than Eric, anyway.” Steve thought that Tim’s rebellious hairy Hole was the Sweetest Pussy he’d ever seen. He leaked POZ Jizm like a faucet, That go-round he did consider the impact of a bareback fuck on Timmy’s health, but the Bug was a minor price to pay for what was at stake—his sexual gratification and the Boys’ relationship. Enthusiastically he licked Tim’s Cunt, nibbling on the tender Ass Lips, shoving his tongue in far as it would go. Tim squirmed and sobbed, as waves of forbidden Man Lust coursed through his bod. Not wanting the Youth to feel too good, Steve finger-fucked him deep and dry with a sadistic pleasure. He was tempted to drive his whole fist in, but wanted something left for Eric. Regardless, this was gonna be one of his best Fucks ever! Through glazed eyes Tim saw Steve pull off his socks, then felt a tickle as Stevie licked his feet. Fleetingly he thought how weird, till Steve shoved one sock down his throat. The Man knelt before Tim’s upturned Ass. Without even Spit (the little Fucker had it cuming), he rammed his whole Shaft up Rebel Boy’s Ass. If Timmy were not gagged, the whole block would have heard of his trauma; but, as it was, only Steve and Eric divined his fate. His face went white, then red, then purple, as the Big Man ripped his Ass. "Yeah, Kid. I’m takin’ your Virginity. I'm gonna Cum inside ya, Boy—impregnate you; an’ ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.” He forced his bloody lips apart and spat in his mouth. He definitely wanted to POZ the Boy—teach the little Whore a lesson. Eric had been too easy, and that had kinda disappointed Steve. But Rebel Boy was a dream cum true. He knew the two would become Lovers. A few nights of barebacking and Timmy would be bred, if Stevie hadn’t done the job himself. He humped the Virgin Boy with savage abandon, waves of heinous pleasure emanating from the cruel Shaft embedded up the Bloody Ass. Thanks to Eric earlier, Steve felt he could go on forever. Tim’s mind was whirling. His lacerated Asshole bled profusely, lubing the Killer Stanchion so it could titillate his Prostrate. The previously defiant Timmy grew erect as a triumphant Stevie massaged the newly engorged Member. He had the unrepentant Youth exactly where he wanted him—responding to his Faggot Overtures. Indeed, the Boy was overcum by the intoxicating Man Lust known only to Queers and Faggots. He began to gyrate hysterically in sync with Stevie’s thrusts—until, at last, unable to repress his new found proclivity, he climaxed on his abdomen. His contractions, coupled with the involuntary clenching of his Shithole, sent Stevie over the edge. He collapsed on the Youth as NEG Boy Slime united them. Intending to administer as much hedonistic pain as possible, he sunk his teeth deeply into Timmy’s neck, while simultaneously douching his decimated Rectum with POZ Spooge. Tim felt the Diabolic Potion infiltrate his Anus as crimson teeth marks blossomed on his neck. Steve looked at Eric, who was erect in front of him. "Wanna do somethin’ nice for Timmy, Eric?" Steve untied Timmy whom he was certain would cause him no further grief, then pushed Eric down, positioning his still erect Tool at the entrance to his Bud’s ravaged Hole. "Fuck your Boyfriend. Show him your Love." Eric looked pathetically at Steve, who guided his the Youngster’s dripping Shaft to Timmy’s violated Pussy. Like it was second nature to him, Eric impaled his Boyfriend with a violent plunge. He moaned with pleasure while Timmy wept. No longer giving a shit what Timmy felt, Eric pillared his lifelong Friend relentlessly, relishing in his entombment in the Youth’s torn Cavity. Stevie pulled the bloodied sock from Timmy's mouth. The sex-crazed Youth bit Timmy’s lips causing them to bleed again. Steve had never been so turned on in all his life. To his perverted way of thinking, he’d created two new Faggots where there had previously been none. But he’d forgotten something. He wasn’t done. His Rod grew turgid. Kneeling over Eric, he impaled the debauched Eric once again, forcing him into Timmy deeper. Eric spasmed his adulterated Seed in Timmy, and fell on top of him, as Steve put the finishing touches on the deed. Facilitated by some fancy footwork, he surprised the Boys by spooging down Eric’s thirsty throat, flooding it with Poison Jizm, and forced the Teen to pass the Gift to Timmy’s bleeding lips. By then neither Youth required much persuasion. Mission accomplished, Steve reapprised the Boys of how they’d be ridiculed if they exposed their secret. Glancing about the room for the missing bullet casing, and finding none, he urged the Jocks to think up a good one about the vase. Back home, he jacked off twice that night into Eric’s briefs and Timmy’s Speedos. He was happy and content—for the time being.
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I used to be a closet college boy who used to dream about getting fucked by guys all the time. After I left my friends, I would go home and put in my porn tapes and j/o all night. It used to be such a turn on to see the boys getting fucked bareback. I would always rent the older tapes and my favorites are Jean Paul Cadinot. I thought that it was about time that I went deeper into my desires, so I started calling the talk line to meet guys and hear about their hot stories. Soon after that I found myself lurking around the bookstores still dreaming of getting fucked like the guys on my videos. Finally, I met this guy on-line who happened to go to the same school I did. We used to talk a lot on the phone about all the nasty sex we wanted. He, being more experienced than I, regaled me with tales of his sexual trysts with guys - mostly bath house and dark room type experiences. I drew lavishly on my memories of porn, and fed him stories concocted from Cadinot and others. Down the road, my new phone friend would tell me about guys getting fucked raw and taking poz loads. For some reason, this used to make my dick soooo hard and wet. Now I was more determined than ever. I finally invited my new friend over. HOT HOT HOT guy! I couldn't have been more excited. He was about 5'8", 160 pounds, fairly muscular, slightly hairy chest, and had a scruffy beard. His dick was about 6", unusually large balls, and a really hairy bush and taint. Fucking excellent! We started touching, kissing and jacking off and did so for about half an hour or so. I was so turned on by him. He was so nasty. At some point we progressed to ass-play, and our mutual tongue and fingers were busy pleasuring each other. Finally I asked him to fuck me. Bareback, of course. Although he was a bottom he obliged and mounted my hole. I was dripping with lust. I wanted that dick more than I ever wanted anything. He talked dirty to me while he fucked me and I snorted on his poppers. I knew my hole must have been opening wide because it never hurt. All I could hear was the sound of his pre-cum slurping in my hole. He kept telling me take his nasty dick. I knew that that he was getting close because he kept moaning and telling me to take his nasty raw dick. Finally, he moaned really loud - looked right into my eyes and said "you want this load?" "Yes" I screamed. "Yeah - I want your poz load!" That was about the time that I almost blacked out. My dick spurted cum everywhere. I knew my hole opened like I never thought that it could. It seemed to suck his dick to take every last drop of that load. I've never felt that amazing again. I asked him why he never told me about being poz. He said that he knew I wanted it and he was the one that was going to give it to me. Weeks later I converted. I can't say why but as hot as it was and all, I really did want it. Now I get as much dick as I can and have on occasion dropped a few loads into willing hungry nasty holes at the bookstore. -
I am a 22 year old student, 5'6, medium build, blonde hair, blue eyes, 6" uncut, tight Hole, into most things I've tried and open to those that I haven't. I was out barhopping one night and got half soused. By the end of the evening I was feeling so horny a trip to the Baths was in order. There were a few guys cruising around so I wandered about. Then this tanned guy in his 30s checked in. He finished his cigarette, scanning the joint. He invited me to his room. He was so hot I couldn't refuse. He tossed his towel on the bunk, revealing a 7-inch Cock. I bent down to suck it, and he started to fuck down my throat. He knelt down to rim me, pushing his tongue in far as it would go. "GOD, THAT FEELS GOOD!" He got to talkin' dirty in that husky voice of his, telling me how he liked breedin' Cunts like me. The longer he rimmed me, the harder I got. He pressed his dry Dick to my Hole, and, before I knew it, plunged all the way in. Actually it wasn't as bad as it sounds—cause I was halfway drunk to begin with and he planted a bottle of Poppers under my nose. He plowed in and out, and I bucked back against him cause it felt so good. He asked if I liked takin' it raw. In practice I usually didn't—but when push came to shove—YES—that’s how I prefer it. Meanwhile, I was thinking, 'Geez, I oughta ask this guy to use a Condom.' But "GOD THAT FEELS GOOD!" was all that came out. He fucked me for 20 minutes, talking about how he loved breedin' Bottoms. I must admit I dug it. I could feel him gettin' harder and thrustin' deeper the longer he fucked. He started moaning an' beatin' me off. THEN HE SHOT! His Dick spasmed nonstop. "FUCK, BOY! TAKE MY POZ CUM!" I tried to pull off but he was still beatin' my Shaft and in spite of myself, I came, too. He licked me clean and kissed me. The taste of my Cum on his tongue reminded me of the Toxic Venom he'd infused up my Ass. He was yappin' away; but I had no comprehension of what he said cause I was in shock. Over the next few weeks I came to accept what had happened; and Barebacking became the rule, rather than the exception in my life. A couple months later I got tested, and the results came back NEG; but by then Bareback Sex had become so ingrained in my persona that I ONLY FUCKED RAW.- 2 replies
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I went to the bath house in St. Louis and had one of the most prolific evenings of my life. I was in the steam room when I spotted a young Stud in the back corner, one leg upon the bench. I walked up behind him and rubbed his Butt, and he begged me to fuck him. I didn't even bother removing my 0-gauge PA (Prince Albert)*. My Dick is pretty average; but every time that Steel hit his Prostrate, he went wild. I obliged by dumping 2 Charged Loads up his Ass and let him shoot his Jizm down my throat. I'm such a cupcake—letting guys to do me like that. A Top who'd been watching me approached and inquired if I were POZ and into Gifting. "Yeah and usually," I replied. He relayed that his betrothed, quite the Tramp, was, at that very moment, was down in the Maze taking all Givers. He figured the only way to keep him faithful was to give him "the Gift" before someone else got to him first. "I love him very much," was his subterfuge. "I don't want to hurt him, just corral him in a bit." "Sure," I smirked. "I had a Lover like that once." "What happened to him?" "Died of AIDS." “Well, I guess, that’s a risk I’ll have to take.” Thinking I might as well make a game of such an onerous task, I invited him to lie face down, warning that I needed to loosen up that tight Ass of his. "Might sting a tad since you usually Top." "Let’s get it over with." I swabbed my mitt in KY Jelly (the only lube I had at hand). Before the shit could dry, I plowed my fist into his unsuspecting Ass. He clenched his teeth and bit down hard on the pillow as I began to twist within. With dispassionate disinterest I surveyed his torment, and concluded that (Surprise! Surprise!) I was enjoying myself. After all, he'd volunteered, and had much worse in store for the unsuspecting paramour he professed to love. As I'd hoped, my hand came out coated with his Shit and Blood. I raised my forearm and thrust my defiled fingers to his turgid Lips. "Now, you dirty Fucker, if you really want to POZ your Bud, lick it off. Lick it all off, and then I'll fuck you good." He did. After washing Shit and Blood from my Prick, I prowled the halls till 10 P.M. I found a hot young Twink, lying on his stomach, pretending to sleep. I rode his Ass for 20 minutes before he woke up and begged for my Cum. Before I shot I told him I had to know his age since I'm not into kids. He claimed he was 21, which I doubt. But if he'd lied it was okay—cause I'd lied too—about my Status. I really worked his Hole good with my 0-gauge PA. Back in my room I got fucked by 2 Fags who left my door wide open for all to see. The cunts were Lovers in their mid-thirties and also POZ. They tag-teamed my Hole while other horny Dudes came by to use my oral cavity as Sewer for their Piss and Cum. By the time I hit the parking lot I'd taken 5 loads up the Ass and 7 down my throat, including 2 of drunken Piss. I staggered out of there just after midnight; and when I exited the car, a big gray ring of Cum and Piss had permeated my briefs and sweats to drench the car seat .
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I have a guy that wants to fuck me and I am negative on hiv. Do I let him poz me because I gave him herpes
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This is how I got started barebacking in the first place. It was November of 1999 that I took my first load. I had a partner at the time and was cheating every chance I got. All the dudes always wore condoms and I always had them shoot off on my face. Well my partner was called for yet another business trip and I was gonna make the most of it. No sooner was he out that door my dick was hard knowing within hours I was gonna get pounded in his bed by some other guy. I went to club that night, hooked with a dude from out of town on a business trip, and went back to our house to fuck in my partners bed. As usual, I requested the condom, in fact even rolled it on his dick. The party drugs had kicked in and God could this dude fuck. We fucked for what seemed forever, all over the house. Then back to bed we went. He wanted to fuck me on all fours, which I did without hesitation. It was at this point the dude took his rubber off to breed my ass. I had no clue. He had told me before that he was poz, but with a rubber I didn’t have a problem with it. Little did I know, that he had shot inside my ass with his poz load unprotected. I found out later after he left that in the garbage was the condom with no cum in it. The after using the toilet I found that my ass was full of cum and the dude was gone. I tried to call the number that he had left for me, it was disconnected. I had gotten FUCKED.
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I know what I'm doing is crazy. Most guys would think I'm nuts to play unsafe. What would my friends think if they knew I let strangers fuck my Ass. But tonight tops it all. I'm still shaking from the adrenaline rush, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat. It started off a typical Saturday night. My Boyfriend doesn't barhop cause he doesn't drink. Booze goes right to his head. So we watched TV. He went to bed early—cause he'd had a long day. I told him I'd stay up and read a bit. True to the course I logged on here. Every time I read the posts of other horny dudes, I become more and more of a Cum Slut. I fantasize about getting creamed. I beat off to tales of Tops breeding Bottoms. I download all the bareback pics I cum across. But I was always concerned I'd put BF at risk. I got an email from a Fuck Bud. Don't know his full name. We don't talk much. He wrote, "I'm horny—wanna fuck your Ass tonight." I almost shot in my pants. I grabbed my crotch, but was a loss as to how to reply. My Lover was asleep in the next room, and I never go out once he's in bed. So I wrote back, "BF's asleep and can't leave the house. Been dreaming of your Cock since we last met." I jacked off and figured that's how it would end. It was already 10 PM, and I'm usually in bed by then. He responded he could swing by in 10 minutes and I could suck him off in his car. No need to wake up Boyfriend, and I wouldn't be away more than a few minutes. I don't know why I said yes. I just couldn't think of a good reason not to. I was awake, and Boyfriend was snoring. I was horny; and he'd agreed to just a blowjob, so I didn't have to worry about playing unsafe. Not 10 minutes later he pulled up in front. He blinked his headlights. Quietly I stole out the door His car was new, a BMW, leather seats and all. He already had his jeans unzipped and his Cock in his hand. He pushed me down by the scruff of the neck. I tasted Lube so I figured I wasn't his first that night. I went down on him to the pubes. I was so hot. I even tried to lick his Nuts while my mouth was stuffed with Cock. A car passed by. Brilliant headlamps lit up everything up. I jerked up like I'd been shot out of a canon. It disappeared around the corner. Once again the dim yellow of the street lamps glinted off the dash. He ordered me to get back down to business. I tongued his Nuts. I snaked my hand under his shirt and tweaked his Nips. Groping my Ass, he called me his Pussy Boy. A neighbor walking his dog came down his sidewalk The mutt, sensing our presence, growled and barked. Startled, I jumped like a scared rabbit. "Let's go inside," he said. "Too many disruptions here." Absurd! Out of the question! My BF was asleep, the bedroom door ajar. But he persisted and pressed my palm against his pulsing Rod. I was torn. My Mancunt said "YES!" while Reason told me "NO!" Still, I was mesmerized by the hot, quivering Staff of Life I held in my hand. I wanted it so bad! "Only take a few minutes. I'm SOOOO close. You're gonna be my Pussy Boy. You know you want it bad. Finish me inside. Cum on." Compelled by sexual avarice, I'd been persuaded. I led him to the foyer where I unzipped him. The only illumination came from the kitchen. A predatory gleam sparkled in his eyes. He kissed me, spitting in my mouth. I knelt to suck him, but he pulled me up. Practiced fingers undid my belt. He sucked and licked and tweaked me into submission till all my faculties screamed for assault. He twisted me about. I shivered as his slimy Cock explored my Ass Crack. My knees buckled as he pulled me to him by the hips, his turgid Rod tunneling deep within my Cunt. He pumped me with slow, erotic thrusts. "I'm gonna cum in you, Pussy Boy. You wanna get knocked up? That's good, cause I'm gonna getcha pregnant." His monologue barely amounting to a whisper, I wouldn't have heard a word he said if he hadn't been biting on my ear. My Cock was rock hard. There was no way I could deny him. I couldn't pull away because his arms were tight about me. I was skewered on his Dick. I took his Jizm as well as any She-Bitch might—a POZ Load right up the old Kahuna. I hadn't cum. I'd always pictured myself blowing a massive Wad the day the Virus entered my system. A milestone of sorts. But my engorged Cock still bounced between my legs—my Precum lathering about my Piss Slit. He pulled up his pants and patronizingly patted me on the Butt. I considered asking him outright if he were POZ, but didn't want to risk awaking Boyfriend. Besides, I'd find out soon enough. Mulling it all over, I drank a coke and prepared for bed. I stuck a finger up my Ass. It came out all slimy and gooey. I sucked it clean. I was in no mood for a shower. I spread my Ass Cheeks, studying my behind in the mirror. The Fucker had definitely bred me good. I still hadn't gone soft, not even when I crawled in bed. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, next to my somnolent Boyfriend. Guess I woke him because he turned in my direction. His hand brushed my Cock. A man's touch never felt so good—except for HIM. I was desperate to Cum, so I snuggled my Ass against my Boyfriend. Boys will be boys; and, as I hoped, he lifted my legs, and slid his Dick up my Mancunt. Thank God for Lube! It masked my creaminess. It didn't even occur to me that I might be looser than before. I needed closure. So Boyfriend screwed my Fuck Bud’s Load deeper up my Cunt and blew his own Wad up my Ass. I sucked him clean and came on the sheets. He fell back to sleep. I wasn't sure he'd even remember fucking in the morning. I cleaned up best I could. Two Loads, one NEG, one POZ, were swimming in my Hole. I didn't used to be a Cum Slut. I used to play it safe. But I don't think I can resist if HE emails me again.
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I went to the baths Saturday afternoon to see if I could find a Hot Ass to breed. It was a beautiful, warm summer day; and there was some succulent Mancunt lounging by the pool. I usually don't care about a guy's age long as he's in shape. Fact is, I generally prefer ‘em over 35. But that afternoon I kept my eye open for some Boycunt. The Baths are just around the corner from the campus, so the odds of finding some bored summer school flunky to infect were pretty good. A muscle boy of 25, a gymnast type, lay on his back stroking his Rod. I pulled off my towel, exposing my POZ Cock, which he eagerly sucked down. I reached around and stuck a finger up his Ass. It came out milky white. "You got a Load in there already, Pal." Turned out he'd just been fucked by his Workout Bud an hour before. I cut right to the chase. "You want another Load?" "YES, SIR!" I got him on all fours the way I like my Bottoms—Hole in the air, Ass Cheeks spread wide. He slid back on my Cock. After he got comfy, I did a number on his Pussy. Between my Tongue and Cock and Busy Fingers, he didn't know which end was up. I got him practically begging to be POZZED. When I'm about to shoot, I like to get my Pigs down on their stomachs so I can grind my Bug Juice into them for better Breeding. So I climbed on his back and whispered intimately, "You always take it raw?" "Yeah. I want my Tops to have a good time, too." I always have a good time when I'm spreading my POZ Seed around. "Nothing like Cum runnin' down your leg, you know" The Little Whore was fertile ground, indeed; and I had just the Seed to sow him with. "You POZ or NEG?" I asked. "NEG so far." "So, just to pretend...theoretically, of course...what if I told you I was POZ?" "S'ok, man. I think I'm immune to HIV." You Stupid Shit! I was so eager to prove the little Fucker wrong. I screwed him deep, swaying my hips, to grind my POZ Spooge in his gut. "THERE'S ONE BIG POZ LOAD FOR YOU, MAN." He thanked me, and I shot two more Cum Loads up his Chute. When I left, he was in the sauna taking it up the Ass from two Black Dudes, one of whom I knew was POZ cause he's recharged me from time to time. The arrogant little S.O.B. had plenty of POZ Cream to infiltrate his NEG Fuck Hole. I still marvel that he claimed immunity, and wonder if anyone's yet proved him wrong.
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I had a great mission accomplished today. I went to the public washroom("restroom" for Americans) today where I always go to for hunting in Vancouver, B.C., Canada, just to let you know. It's in "Robson Public Market" 2nd floor, for those who are curious, and it's the one of the crusiest place in town. So anyway the 1st-end fulfillment was, I got there and there were already few guys hanging around there and I went into one of two stalls. I was stroking my horny dick while looking at the guy in front of my stall through the crack of the door. He was a good looking mid 40-guy, had his hard dick jacking and when we had a chance to play after some straight guys left, I opened the door. My dick was already wet with dirty pozzed pre cum and so was his. I'm sure he was also poz because the way his cheeks were sunken. When I saw his pozzed pre cum oozing out of his hard cock, I had to lick and eat it all. I sucked and he fucked my mouth hard and I could tell he was getting close and then he pulled his dick out of my mouth. Then he started to suck my high charged dick that was with full of pre cum dripping out all the way to the floor. In the meanwhile, the guy next door was looking over the wall from his stall watching me sucking him and he wanted to join us but the guy I was sucking on told me to go somewhere else. I told the guy next door to stay there for a while because I was going to come back to do more with him. We deep kissed over the wall and I left. So we both got out of the bathroom and there is a stair case right beside there which is usually for emergency only. We went down to the bottom of the stairs and stayed right behind the one way doors. I started to suck his rock hard dick again and I could taste a lot of pre cum pouring into my throat and he was fucking my throat harder and he started to moan. It was such an incredible feeling when a gallon of hot creamy pozzed man juice was shooting and going inside of my throat. And after we exchanged the ph #, I went back to the bathroom to be more slut with the guy who was in the next door. He was still there, he came out of the stall with a huge hard on, had a nice big uncut dick with pre cum pouring out and as he was stroking his horny bastard it was smearing all over his dick head so I had to clean it all up with my cum dirty mouth. I know this guy was also big time poz so I couldn't waste a drop of his bio hazardous man fluid. I was sucking hard so then I can milk and drink the second of poisoned cum load and let it united with the 1st one in my gut. But as he was getting closer, he said "Do you want my dirty cum inside of you?" and so I said "Sure!!" And he said next, "Do you want me to fuck you?" Of course that's even better so I said to him, "Yeah, man. I want you to fuck me with that!" and then he goes, "Do you want me to shoot up your ass?" I said "Oh yeah, you have to give that dirty cum in my ass, man!!" So I quickly grabbed my lube bottle and showed him my ass while I was sticking my finger with lube on so he's got even more excited and he rammed his explosive bare dick in my cum slut ass and he was dumping all of his sick dirty seeds of AIDS inside of me. So now I had 2 ends of fulfillment. The 3rd one happened outside of the bathroom right after the 2nd. I was still waiting for someone else inside the stall, waiting for my prey, prey to breed my high charged sick sperm that I hadn't cum for a week. There was this tall good looking dark blonde blue eyed young guy came in to the next stall. He started to stroke his dick. I can tell when guys do that from the underneath of the wall. He has very nice blonde hairy legs, which is my favorite, and I started to touch his sexy legs through under the wall. I bent down and tried to look his face and he was very good looking guy with moustache and goatee. I really wanted to have him as a prey. I kind of assumed that he was a bottom for some reason. Maybe he didn't have as big dick for a big guy. He was at least 6'2". For some reason he started to get ready to leave without telling me anything so I thought I should take a chance. I got up and got ready quickly too. He was washing his hands and so I came up to him and said, "Do you want me to suck you off?" As the matter of fact, I initially thought he was straight or one of those "coming out guys" so I couldn't be straight forward and say "Do you want to get fucked?" So he said, "Well, it's (being sucked off) not my thing..." So what the hell, I took a chance and said, "Well, do you want me to fuck you?" as I was rubbing his ass. And surprisingly he goes, "Do you like fucking??" I go, "Hell, yeah!" and I added, "I like fucking bareback, do you?" He smiled and said, "Me too!" So he took me to his apartment a block away from the market and we jumped onto the bed. We gave deep kiss to each other, I kissed his neck, his hairy chest, I ate his sweaty arm pits, went down to his stomach and to his dick. But I couldn't wait to fuck him so I made the foreplay very short and I started to eat his man pussy. It was already wet and it was a sweet slut cunt. I fucked his cunt with my tongue and he had his both legs wide open with his whore cum hole sticking the air and he was moaning as if he couldn't wait any longer to take my hard horny sick mother-fucking cock up his ass. I lubed up his asshole and it was already loose and nicely ready so finally I slid in my rock hard blood pumping dick in his hungry horny man cunt. First, I gave it slow to make sure he will feel every inch of my dick and then plowed faster and faster, sometimes small quick strokes around my dick head so we both would feel the lips of the asshole are being pulled in and out. I asked him, "Do you want my dirty poz cum in your ass?" And then he said, "Oh yeah, give it to me!!" "I want you to seed me!" and I said, "Oh yeah, I will seed your ass with my poisoned cum, man!!" And he became very close and shouted, "I'm going to cum soon!!", so was I so I said, "Oh yeah, me too, boy, there you go, I'm gonna give it to you!! Take my dirty cum in your ass!! Aaaaaahhhh!!" We came exactly at the same time and it was just heaven! Especially when I think about his ass was full of week long heavily charged toxic cum and it's going to absorb into his gut and blood. That was today's afternoon and I'm already horny and ready for more breeding and getting bred. I think I'm going to go to the bath house for more actions now!! Aye for now, AIDS bros!
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Heading to Dallas for the weekend and looking to get into trouble. Let me know if you are interested! Probably going to hit Midtowne on Thursday night and see if I can spread some seed!
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This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ************************************************************ Hello mate. I decided to reply to this in public because I want others to hear this. My chasing started when I started to get very depressed at where my life was taking me. I started to become more and more down and the fantasy of bugchasing started to become more and more like reality. Don't get me wrong, I was not suicidal or anything like that. I just think that my depression made me consider it when otherwise it would have only remained a fantasy. I guess like many of you guys I messed a few guys around by arranging meets and not showing. I was very open about wanting the other guy to know I was negative. It wasn't good enough for me just to get converted. My fantasy was to have a bloke look into my eyes as he gave me his load. I searched the internet for almost 4 months and found it relatively easy to find HIV positive guys who were willing. In the end it all happened on a Sunday afternoon. It was a hot day and I was really horny. I didn't intend for that to be the day. I just got chatting to a hot POZ guy on the net and for all my meticulous searching, I actually went for a guy that did not know I was negative. At least I guesss he thought that. I made a date with him at 2 hours notice so that I couldn't talk myself out of it. He fucked me and came inside me. I left the cum in me for the rest of the day. I felt reasonably ok afterwards...not many regrets. The next day I met another guy and got another POZ load. I will never forget because the guy seemed to know I was negative. He kept asking if it was ok to shoot inside me. I had no regrets and said yes. After 2 loads I waited a number of months and took a home HIV test which was positive. I was a little down when I got this result. Pretty stupid really, I don't know. After that result I still had doubts in my mind despite going through obvious seroconversion syptoms. I got tested again earlier this year at my local clinic and the result was confirmed positive. When I got this result I did feel very bad. Please don't take this that I am trying to talk others out of it. I still question how I really feel now. I also don't think people are honest on here as to why they want to contract this virus. If I am brutally honest I would say it's because I am a little mixed up and abit of a loner. I always try to distace myself from other people and don't know why. I don't know whether catching this virus was for the need to belong or what. I try not to analyze that too much. I am not going to give any advice to anybody because I am not sure how I feel myself. The only thing I will say is that there is no going back after you have done it so think long and hard. My viral load is soaring right now as I keep taking more POZ loads, not sure why. My CD4 is around 300. It is really difficult because this is such a taboo subject. I come to chat with other people like me. It would be really nice to meet someone else in a similar position to me. I can't confess this to anyone else as they wouldn't understand. Take care of yourself fellas. It is the hottest fantasy that you can have really. I made mine a reality. Love and peace.
