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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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Vid is very short (1:25) and quality is kind of crappy but you can still see the dominant male (poz) pounding the boy's cunt pretty hard. This young fag you can hear him say "give me that poz dick!" and "give me what I need." Omfggg so hot. Think I am gonna go jack off to it again. http://www.bloglovin.com/blogs/toxic-breeding-11524697?post=2543846531&group=0&frame_type=a&context=expanded_post&context_ids=&blog=11524697&frame=1&click=0&user=0&viewer=true -
Total cumdump here looking to get piggy in Tampa the weekend of April 23 to April 25. I will be posting the hotel and room when I am there. Looking to be a cummy mess by Sunday. Anon is hot! Ill be bent over and ready to go. Come in, unload and leave (or go for round 2 or 3 or 7). My record is 7 loads in 1 hour, lets beat that! Very open minded and dnd friendly! Come at me with what ya got! NO LOAD REFUSED. Ill be hooded so I dont see you. Feel free to record.
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Hosting for no loads refused breeding session this week. Stop by, fuck me, cum inside (no pullouts) and go (or stay for another go) I wanna be a cummy loose mess when you are all done! Poz a HUGE plus. Unmedicated even better! Other diseases are great as well! Pnp is cool. Wanna give me a booty bump? Go right ahead! Keep an eye out tomorrow for location.
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Ill be in orlando at club o this weekend. Looking for a no loads refused weekend. Ill post room number when i have it. U walk in, breed me and leave. Cum as many times as u need. My hole craves your load! Down for tops to whore me out too!
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I belined for the glory holes and waited on my knees for 20 min and nobody wanted my mouth. So i went into the steam room. There were 2 bears fucking and kissing, a group of 3 guys blowing each other and a throbbing cluster 7 deep of guys, 3 of which were taking turns fucking and being fucked by this pale twink. I fucked him too and spotted his scorpion tattoo that had a radioactive symbol on its thorax. Next I went to the sauna, blew 1 guy but when another got involved the first guy left. Then steam train guy comes in and I sucked lube, cum.and shitflakes off of his amazing cock. He rid me again for 2 or 3 minutes but then left. I started blowing a Latin guy right away but another guy started blowing me and laying guy left. Finally one of the bears i.saw fucking in the steam room fucked me and gave me his seed. I wish it had been the steam train guy but damn was it hot. He suckrd me off til I came. Good times.
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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 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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I think Gay Men have it all over Straight Men when it cums to losing their Virginity because we can do it three ways. First you fuck a guy; and, second, the guy fucks you; and third, the guy KNOCKS YOU UP. Do I make myself clear? I've always been kind of Anal, even before I knew that two guys could Fuck and all about AIDS. FUCKING has always been a fixation with me, and when HIV came along, it was like Color TV. I had to be the first on my block to have it. At age 6 I remember my best friend finger-fucking me. I can be sure of my age because his family moved away after first grade; and, sadly, we never saw each other again. A few years later, I got this little toy rocket for Christmas, a simple thing really. It was hard plastic, about 6 inches long and thick as your finger. It fit tightly on a small base. The trick to it was to pour baking soda and vinegar into it, jam it onto the base; and the chemical reaction would send it soaring into the air. Exciting as my new toy was, I soon tired of it. But I kept the little rocket; and at 14, it became my first “Dildo.” There was this boy in class I had a crush on. He was blonde, blue eyed, athletic, and a genuinely nice guy. Why wouldn’t I name my rocket after him? It wasn't until years later that the Freudian slip of naming my “Dildo” after my “Idol” sank in. In spite of my anal play and good grades, I was a very naïve kid. Most of my early sexual experience consisted of hand jobs and some oral. From 17 on, I met guys who wanted to Fuck. I really wanted to accommodate them, but it never worked out. I was too shy, too insecure, too tense, and too TIGHT. Every time I tried it, the PAIN was intense. I couldn't relax; and to my displeasure, I remained—a Virgin. When I was 20, I met Jay at a Frat Party. He was a cute Blonde with a killer smile, blue eyes, 6' tall, and very slim. He invited me back to his place. Once in the sack, I was amazed at what a kind and gentle lover he was. We made out forever, kissing and hugging, creating big ugly hickeys. Then he said the words I dreaded to hear. “DO YOU FUCK?" Oh, Man, did I want it! Between the conversation we'd had at the Party, and the tenderness and passion he displayed in the Bedroom, I was really turned on. And I wanted Him to be the one to take my Cherry. But there was a problem—a thick 8” problem jutting straight out of his Crotch. The other guys who had tried to fuck me were all smaller, and it hadn't worked out. I told him I was a Virgin, that I had tried it before, with no luck. He lay me on my back, pushed my legs in the air, and tongue-fucked me. Then, applying a ton of lube, he pressed in. I felt the familiar, excruciating PAIN. He stopped, but the PAIN didn't, so he withdrew. "WELL, SOMEONE’S GONNA GET FUCKED HERE TONIGHT; AND I GUESS IT’S GONNA BE ME." He put some lube on my dick, rolled over on his belly, and, guided me into his hole. I pushed in, and while he was tight, he didn't resist like I had; and my six-inches slowly slid in. I lay there a moment, letting his inner heat engulf me, feeling his sphincter draw me into him, desperately trying not to cum on the spot. Jay and I were Lovers for months, but our relationship was never really consummate—because he couldn’t screw me. One night, after we’d split, I was feeling extra horny and returned to the Campus. I had dropped out of school, but went back on occasion to visit friends or hang out. I’d discovered this Gay Bar on the edge of the Campus. Plus there was a Cruising area near the Admin Building called “The Wall.” First, I checked out The Wall, but there was nobody there; so I headed over to the Bar. After three rums-and-cokes, I was noticeably weaving and debated whether I could safely drive home. Hoping the jaunt might sober me up, I returned to The Wall. I passed by a Blonde in his 20’s. I looked over my shoulder, and he was gazing my way. He did an about face and got right to the point. "Hi. I'm Chris. Got a place?" I explained that I lived with my parents some 40 miles away. He said he had an apartment off Campus, but we’d have to be quiet so as not to awaken his Roomie. I learned he was a Grad Student and that he was POZ, but that he’d PLAY SAFE if I wanted. The wheels started to churn. POZ? I’d never been with a POZ man before—that I knew of. What would it be like to take a lethal dose of POZ JIZZ, knowing it had the potential to kill? And, in turn, to have the Power of Life and Death over others? WHAT A GIFT! I knew I had to have it! My raging hardon strained against the fabric of my briefs. I must have gotten real quiet, because he said: “Look, If IT bothers you, forget it.” “I’m not sure of my Status. Guess I’ve lost track….” [i’d tested NEG two weeks before.] “…So it doesn’t really matter. In fact, I prefer to play BARE.” He grunted his assent. When we reached the apartment, he grabbed a couple of beers from the Frig and we settled down in the Living Room. Talking in whispers, we drank and undressed. The couch was small, noisy and uncomfortable, so we ended up on the carpet. Before I knew it, Chris hoisted my legs in the air. He pressed my thighs into my chest, and kissed me. He greased up his dick, and liberally applied lube to my hole, slowly working one finger in, then another and another. He slid in me, A VERY FULL FEELING, but NO PAIN! Soon, he had shaft buried in my Cunt. He rose up to apply more leverage. He pounded me harder and faster, plowing his Pole into me, hitting my Prostate, making me quiver. He rolled me over and entered me from behind. He kept plugging away, like a Fucking Machine. It struck me that I was no longer a “Virgin.” I found that hilarious, and I giggled. His face flushed with Anger; and he said he was about to fill me with POZ JIZZ, and see if I could laugh about that. Laugh I did not. On the contrary, I bucked up against him to welcome the Toxic Intrusion. As he started to shoot, my ass muscles contracted around him. His Venomous Load spewed up my Mancunt. I thanked him, we kissed, and I left. As I walked back towards the Bar, I could feel my cummy ass cheeks squishing together. At last I’d found the MISSING LINK: IT TOOK HIV TO FULFILL ME. I giggled my way across Campus and strolled back into the Bar. I'm sure not a few of the patrons wondering WHO had made me so happy. But it wasn’t a WHO—it was AIDS. The next day, I went to see Jay. I told him the news. "I DID IT! GOT FUCKED! I FINALLY GOT FUCKED!" In one long, breathless sentence, I told him the story, but I could see that something was wrong. "You’re one sick puppy, Eddie. He was POZ—and you let him do you BAREBACK. I feel sorry for you, Eddie.” Realizing it was over between us, I said my good-byes and walked out. As you might suspect, tight as I was, I converted on my very first Fuck. Jay and I never did talk again, except for a glancing nod at the Bar. At the end of summer, he moved to Phoenix, and we completely lost touch. I entered into a relationship with another POZ dude and moved in. As for Chris? I met him and his Lover (the mysterious Roomie whom we’d tried not to disturb), and the three of us got to be buddies. I never told Chris he’d been MY FIRST and MY POZ BENEFACTOR.
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I met Brandon, a local guy, online. He’d made no bones about being a POZ TOP and into BAREBACKING. I accused him of being a GIFT GIVER; and he replied he couldn’t be, because a Bottom’s odds for getting POZZED were 1 in 50,* so it was unlikely he’d ever POZZED anyone on the first Fuck. I wrote back that I was NEG, a BOTTOM, and, since we were almost neighbors, we ought to get together. We set up a date for two days later. When I pulled into the parking lot, I quickly spotted his blue van. He was leaning against the bumper, smoking. 5’9”, 155, bleached hair, wrinkled tee and cut-offs. I pulled up beside him, in my office duds; and we set off down the jogging trail. A footpath veered into the woods. I took it and approached a tiny clearing, littered with tissues and used condoms. I dropped my slacks and pushed down my briefs, to piss. Brandon came up behind me and reached around to pump my gushing shaft. My yellow stream overflowed his fingers. He turned me round and wiped his hand across my lips. We kissed, and his 6” slipped between my legs. Huge testicles, compact with Toxic Jizz, compressed against my thighs. He pushed me to my knees and fucked my mouth. His balls raked against my chin, an invitation to palm his naked Sac and milk it. Aroused, he turned me round and bent me over. I grasped a tree trunk for support. My ass was in the air and my legs were spread. I moaned in passion, and not too quietly, as the sun rays and summer breeze cavorted on my naked butt in concert with the hot tongue rimming me. He arose, and grasped my hips, and pressed his bare cock against my sphincter. It felt so good, him easing into me, even though he’d used no lube other than his spit. I faced the trail; and, through the trees, caught glimpses of guys and gals cavorting past, as I cried out in pain and pleasure. He pulled out, removed his cutoffs, briefs, and tee, and arranged them on a bed of leaves. He lay down on the blanket he had fashioned. His 6” shaft, glistening spit and slime and precum, winked up at me. I knew the fallacy of “1 in 50” – the odds for a Thousand Faggots getting POZZED. But I was not a Thousand. I was One. Some guys POZ from Precum, while others take a thousand loads—and nothing. Which was I? I straddled him and guided his throbbing Cock into me and eased down till my ass connected with his pubes. I began the rhythmic pulsing which I knew would spur an avalanche of Venom up my ass. It was only minutes before he groaned in hedonistic agony that he was cumming. Emboldened by his proximity, I ground away till torrents of his Poison Jizz invaded me. He got up, brushed off his shorts and tee, and left me naked, standing there, his lethal Load dripping down my thighs. I’d shaved that morning, and in my haste to get to work, had nicked my Mancunt several times. I reached behind and worked a finger up my ass. As I suspected, my digit came back laced with Pink. At work that afternoon my Hole felt open, fucked and gratified. My briefs grew damp and my thighs sticky as his pungent Cream drained out of me. It’d been just hours since I’d been Fucked and already I craved replenishment of his Charged Seed. I skipped my nightly shower and sat down at my PC to write him. The odds for a neg bottom getting pozzed: * 1 in 50 per Dr. Jeffrey Klausner on Gay.Com, Source: http://channels.gay.com/health/hiv 08-08-02 ** 1 in 200 in the January, 2002 issue of the medical journal "Sexually Transmitted Diseases" Source: http://www.planetout.com/pno/news/article.html?2002/01/14/1
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