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To what extent has the Covid-19 pandemic impacted your sexual activities over 2020 and now into 2021? Did you abstain from hookups for a time? Or reduce your numbers? For those who are into group sex/gangbangs/orgies, how much was your sex life affected by the shutdown of organized events and parties? Did you just stop that sort of activity or did you manage to find unofficial “underground” groups that were still going? -
The news this week is that Swedish researchers have found a new more aggressive strain of HIV in Guinea-Bissau, West Africa. The strain is a "recombinant" strain – meaning it's two strains combined. What's notable about this particular strain is that, left untreated it progresses to AIDS more quickly than other strains. http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/269510.php But there are other regions that are seeing more aggressive strains of HIV as well… In Russia the numbers of people becoming poz is skyrocketing and it seems to be due to one particular strain that accounts for about 50% of new infections. http://www.advocate.com/health/hiv-aids/2013/10/20/virulent-new-strain-hiv-discovered-russia And in India they're seeing five new strains which are on the rise. These new strains result in higher viral loads than the older strains and they're thinking that higher viral loads means the people are more likely to infect others (makes sense). http://www.ipsnews.net/2012/11/evolving-hiv-strains-worry-indian-scientists/ http://www.thehindu.com/sci-tech/health/medicine-and-research/three-to-five-new-strains-of-hiv1-rapidly-evolving-says-study/article4078611.ece Back in the day before ARVs guys talked a lot about basic epidemiology. One of the foundations of epidemiology is that when two strains compete, the one that kills it's host fastest tends to lose out to ones that take longer to progress. The logic being that if you kill your host then that stops your ability to spread. So over time viruses tend to become weaker. There are a lot of exceptions to that rule, but to an extent it holds true. I always wondered what the effect of ARVs would be. ARVs let more virulent and deadly viruses survive longer – thanks to ARVs they no longer kill quickly – so the rules of natural selection (among viruses) don't apply. I would never want to go back to the days before ARVs – that was a rough time. But the downside of ARVs is more virulent viruses. So the question becomes can tools like PrEP stand up to more aggressive strains of HIV?
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I was a week into my “Johnny VirusSeed” tour of the US and Canada. So far my breeding count was five. I bagged number five that morning. I was in my underwear watching a sex vid, when this hot little number peered through the crack in the door. I invited him in. He made the first move, massaging my engorged cock through my briefs. I unzipped his trou, and out popped the sexiest little five inch bent cock. We stroked each other, and I led him to the bed. I stripped off his clothes, revealing a tight muscular bod, with just a light dusting of chest hair. He fucked my face. As I sucked him, he moaned about how good my mouth felt and urged me to fuck his sweet Ass. I didn’t need any further encouragement. I got behind him, gave him a hit of my Poppers, licked his tight Hole, and ogled his absolutely symmetrical Butt. I applied a small amount of lube to my Shaft and dove in. He groaned and backed up on my Cock. He was as tight as they cum. I fucked him Doggie-Style a while, and he asked if I liked his Hole, and if It felt good. He sure was anxious to please. I told him he had a great Ass, raised his legs to my shoulders and rammed it back in. “Play with my Tits, Boy!” He did, and that made me pump harder and faster. He said he wanted my Fist up his Ass. I would have loved to oblige, but was too close to Cumming, and spewed a small Lake up his Guts. His eyes widened when he realized I was Cumming. I told him he was full of my man juice now. He shot without touching himself. I pulled out, and some of my Seed rolled down his thighs. As he wiped up, he asked if there was anything he should worry about. “Nothing to speak of.” Why should I lie? One day he’d thank me for the POZZING. To assuage any doubts, I asked him same thing. “Course not. I wouldn’t BAREBACK if I had anything.” That evening I cruised the Hotel, leaning against the balcony railing, gazing down into some muscle dude’s room, when a good looking, thirtyish guy happened by. He gave me a look-see, then glanced toward the gym bunny’s quarters. “How’s it going?” “OK,” I replied. “You staying here at the Hotel. “Yep. Are you?” “No. Just visiting.” And then I noticed the big ole fat wedding ring on his finger---BOING! Married Dudes are PROOF POZITIVE that GAY GIFTING needn’t be gender-specific. I asked if he were looking for someone. “I think I’ve found him.” “Let’s go to my room.” When I closed the door, he went NUTS. He must have been starved for ManSex, because he couldn’t get enough. He licked my hairy chest, and popped the hardest boner I’d seen in a long time. He was ALL OVER ME, so I took him to bed. He stripped, and went to work on my Balls. He rimmed my Hole, then sucked my Cock. I told him that he was a Sex Starved Faggot, and the only thing that would satisfy his Craving would be if I shot a huge Load up his Ass. He groaned in agreement and worked my Pole ebulliently. I continued to talk Shit to him, getting him ever more Hot and Bothered. I told him that, Married or not, he was a Queer Faggot Cocksucker. I flipped him over on his stomach and tore into his Ass. He screamed in Pain and Pleasure. I asked if he wanted my Seed, and he begged me to Breed him. Who was I to decline? I spermed his Neg Ass good and deep and pumped his Married Mancunt full of POZ JIZZ. The Cocksucker thanked me. I hoped I’d given him something to remember me by, and he’d pass it on to his Woman. I wouldn’t want the Little Lady left out. I could hardly believe the Abercrombie type I did the next morning. In the afternoon, I took on the gym bunny one floor down. So the count stood at eight, maybe more, counting spouses. In the morning I checked out for Denver. I had three, maybe four, Neg Holes lined up there.
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I am very well known, but not always very popular, many times I find myself fighting for my life. I however am cleaver and I find places to hide, so I can’t be harmed. My main purpose is to make copies of myself and give those copies the strength and determination to carry on, passing on to my brothers the desire to continue to make more copies. By the way my name is Rep, I am small yet resilient and I love those who host me, even the ones who try to destroy me, because usually by the time they find out I’ve been freeloading or being a squatter it’s too late to really get rid of me. I especially love when my host become aroused, all hot and sweaty, because I’ve made copies of myself in their fluids to share with the object of their arousal. And I can start anew coping myself in the new host, just need that hook to attach too and I’m off to the races, making multiple duplicates who make multiple duplicates till I have overtaken the new host. Yeah there is a period of time where I make the host totally miserable for a spell, but they usually get over it and I can find hiding places to continue my replication, and convert my host, sometimes I communicate my desires to remain alive and goad the host on to find other host for me to sublet within. Early in my infancy back in the late 70’s early 80’s, copied myself unchecked and made my host quite mad with the desire to share me with others, they thought they were just really horny in the decades of free love, and liberation, but it was me who encouraged them to spread me around by controlling their minds, after all I realized that, they were just host and host tended to wither and stop functioning, many times with dark spots covering their once beautiful bodies, I had to keep living so I made sure their parts that passed me on most effectively, maintained a virility that would let me transfer myself to other more healthy host. Then the scientist figured out how to slow my duplicating process, and began feeding mu host drugs that made me sick, made the host sick too and I really had to hide where the drugs couldn’t go so I could keep multiplying, it became even more necessary to make the host want to share me with their friends and fuck mates. As the doctors became more efficient at finding me and causing my destruction I started finding ways to integrate myself and make myself look like the host, I found ways to make myself immune to the drugs and became resistant to their treatments, doctors called me HIV and when I had destroyed enough of my Host they nicknamed me AIDS, I was having a good old time being passed around, now having many brothers and cousins to mix with when my host refused to use what the doctors call protection, it was just a small barrier, but it broke a lot and my host many times where in the moment, and just fucked and shared me with knowing and receptive partners and unknowing pawns in my twisted mind game. I will not be defeated without a fight and like my cousins Syphilis and gonorrhea I will keep going, to fight the battle to live in my host and to replicate myself, no matter how mutated I must be
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My buddy dirty nails Jim had successfully pozzed an asshole that others couldnt. Those dirty nails of his came in handy when he had to jab the asshole's ass cheeks to keep him still. I was built like Jim in that I was his height, weight and age, husky, wore similar glasses and had the same size dick he had including cut like him. My difference was I sported a crewcut with big baldspot and receding hairline to his shoulder length hair, shorter beard and kept my nails bitten to the nubs whereas Jim clipped his straight across every couple of weeks or so and he never cleaned them. A week after Jim pozzed the asshole we pozz studs were at a bar, including some of us who were at the rented apartment where Jim pozzed the 'hole. A little fairy was swishing around near the jukebox. "Who's the little fella?" I asked Jim. "That's Bobbie." he answered. "He poz or neg?" I asked. "She's neg but chasing. She wants a masculine man not a fellow twink to knock her up." my buddy answered. "You try him?" I asked. "That bitch took one look at my hair and hands and swished off. She needs to be bred." he replied. "I'm gonna try to score that piece of ass." I said, getting off my stool. He kissed me and said, "Good luck stud." as I then headed over to the fairy. I went over to the fella and asked him if he was cruising. He looked up to me and asked me if I was poz. I said yes. That was the magic word and soon we were in his pad stripping in his bedroom. I wanted him to give my tired feet that had sweated in my workboots all day some oral service but I knew most pansies werent into giving oral foot service, especially to sweaty smelly feet of fat men twice his age of twenty. I did start things off by having him kiss my weapon, and its "magazine" which was my scrotum, and suck my dick hard. He was quite talented for a small guy, taking most of my cut 7" in his mouth. He did gag when I thrust a couple of times. After enjoying him sucking on my dick and having him inhale my crotch odors that I enjoy putting to cuntmouths I had him lay on his stomach on his bed. I greased up because I knew he had only recently given up his ass cherry and hadnt been fucked by someone as thick as I was. I put just enough grease on my dick to facilitate penetration and keep my dick comfortable while I shredded his hole and pumped my load of HIV into it. I spat on his asshole, mounted him, put my dick to his hole and let my weight drive it home as he winced and let out a squeak like shriek. I liked how tight his hole was around my loggerhead and that he took it without screaming like some assholes did when I rammed it in with a fat-shaking snap of my hips although I didnt snap-ram it up him. After flexing my hilted love muscle in his ass I began fucking him. I was in no hurry because I wanted to spend some time enjoying tearing up his rectum inside before I pumped my dirty sperms into him. Unlike Jim I didnt have the option of jamming a finger up his ass to cut him up inside with a jagged nail like he could. Fifteen minutes after I started fucking him he seemed to be taking it better. I corkscrewed my hips at various depths to further fuck up his insides, then resumed fucking him. I then fucked faster and harder enjoying how good my dick felt in him. The little fella took it like a champ and I could tell he was enjoying getting fucked as my love shaft pistoned in his passion pit. Soon my pelvis was occassionally slapping his ass as I increased my pace. I pile-drove his ass, increasing the heat and friction between my meat and his love-tunnel, getting closer to getting my rocks off in it. I then slowed and pumped slowly as the lube finished wearing off. This allowed me to further rip his insides with my dick, giving me more time to do a better job tearing up his twat. A few minutes later I was ready for the kill. I sped up my fucking until my fat was jiggling and rippling as I jackhammered his hole, getting close. A minute later I began ejaculating in him while pounding him with snaps of my hips driving my dick into him and driving my poison-carrying sperms into his rectal walls. My prick pulsed with such pleasure knowing I was injecting my dirty AIDS into him, knowing how miserable his life would be once my nasty virus took hold and destroyed his immune system, especially if he shirked his meds. The good feeling my dick felt seemed amplified the way it had when I pozzed the last hole as I let my powerful loins take over repeatedly slamming my dick in him driving the little fairy into the bed, my pelvis slapping his ass on every rebound, driving my disease into his system, until I was spent. I rested on the poof's back catching my breath, my love-shaft buried in him as my sperms performed their mission carrying their deadly cargo into his bloodstream. I thrust from time to time enjoying how good my dick felt with each thrust as I enjoyed the afterfuck. "Well,you are fucked now. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." I said after catching my breath as some sweat rolled off me onto him. "You're the best stud ever!" he gushed, thanking me for the great manly fuck I'd pounded into him. I corkscrewed my hips to stir the load and force more into his battered rectal walls, then hip-snapped a few more times before my prick began softening. I then pulled out and it seemed my softening dick was still throbbing alittle as I dismounted and stood up. Even in the muted light coming in the window I could see the pink froth on my dick with just a few streaks of brown. Some was coming out of his hole as well. I grinned to myself knowing that if I didnt knock that asshole up noone could. Bobbie finally got up. I saw the cum on his bed. I figured he would be turned on by getting fucked by me and sure enough he was. "OK Bobbie, show your appreciation for this good fuck I put to you, suck my dick clean." I told him. He sat on the side of the bed, took my dirty cock in his mouth and sucked it clean, sucked off of it and licked and sucked around the part he couldnt get into his mouth including into my pubes, then he kissed it and my sweaty scrotum. He then hugged my pelvis and sucked my dick back into his mouth and hummed before sucking off of it again. "Thank you stud. You made this little guy's dream cum true!" he gushed and kissed my deadly dick again. "You'll know for sure in a few weeks but I'm dead sure I infected you. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed putting it to you." I replied. "Now that I'm part of your community I think I will." he said and kissed my dick again. I needed to piss so I told him to get in the tub. I aimed my piss-cannon at his open mouth and relieved myself in his mouth getting most of it in as he swallowed what he could before I pulled out to finish by dousing his face and hair. I then returned to the bedroom and got dressed. "Enjoy your gift." I said as I finished tying my shoes and stood up. He didnt really say much as I headed to the front door. I had done my part, he had done his part so my sexual needs were satisfied. His were too. The next few nights I saw him swishing around in the bar and sucking various cocks in the mensroom and the alley behind the bar, then he didnt show up. He did return a month later looking much as I had felt and looked after my pozzing which had resulted due to a cocksucker's errant teeth on my dick immediately followed by fucking an ass full of poz cum. My friends and I had a little fuck party but Bobbie couldnt make it so I fucked one of my versatile poz friends up his ass and in his mouth instead of Bobbie who later did rim me and sucked me off. I kept to my strict regimen of meds over the years but as predicted Bobbie skipped a few times and went a week without taking them a few years later. He paid for it. I always enjoyed fucking asses and mouths but pumping my virus into an aids virgin just about doubled that great feeling my dick enjoyed when I fucked and came in the neg assholes. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Seems many poz gift-giver Tops have more sexual enjoyment and better orgasms when pozzing a neg. asshole and many bug-chasers enjoy getting pozzed by the right studs
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I had had the bug for a few months no thanks to some asshole I'd fucked at an orgy. I had fucked two asses and was blown by two cocksuckers at random that night and finished off by fucking another asshole for my fifth hole. The wear and tear on my dick from the first four holes had provided an easy entrance for then HIV from the last hole that turned out not only poz himself but some of the loads already up it were poz. I had the flu a couple of weeks later and saw my doctor at the mens clinic who confirmed I had been pozzed. Fortunately the antivirals were holding it at bay and I had access to them. I had always been a virile horny man who had scored at least twenty-five to thirty new conquests a year, mostly males but had fucked some women. Men were better lays as well as the advantage that thay dont get pregnant and that they liked giving head and getting fucked with no strings attached. I had curtailed my sex after my diagnosis, sticking to sticking it into poz bottoms and versatiles as well as letting an occasional neg cocksucker blow me. Even then I considered the chances of spreading my bug orally like the times I had let less friendly but still horny guys suck my cock or when I fucked them when I had the clap and they ended up getting it in their mouths or asses and being embarassed at it and having to go to the V.D.clinic, or worse their own doctors and try to make up a story about how they caught it without admitting they sucked a cock or willingly let men fuck them. Two 'holes that I knocked up with V.D. got into all kinds of trouble, one ended up in a nasty divorce, the other facing a homophobic boss once word of his disease spread. I called this a double-fucking becuse I not only literally fucked them or let them suck my infected dick, and pumped my infected sperms into their holes but they got their lives fucked up as well. Hearing about the second fucking turned me on and I'd usually go out to bust a nut in another conquest or go and masturbate(by then I'd have run my course of the antibiotics from the V.D. clinic). On of my fave sadistic pleasures was the ease of busting an anal cherry and pumping my gonorrhea or syph-laden load up his ass and introducing him to the "pleasure" of feeling pain from his first fucking and then the misery of the drips coming out of his asshole, wondering what happenned or regretting letting someone fuck him, not to mention the misery of having to use something to absorb the clappy drips coming out of his ass until he could get it taken care of or finding out the hard way he had the syph. The circumcision-mongers have been touting circumcision as a way to slow the spread of AIDS since the end of the 20th. century but in reality our glans, lacking the nurtuting protection of a foreskin, gets dried and tougher, making it easier for us to pound ass and tear things up inside the asshole without harming our glans. Also, because we lost some of our sensitive parts in the procedure we have to fuck harder and longer which means more wear and tear on the assholes we fuck which opens up their anal walls more for whatever germs and viruses we pump into them to enter their bloodstreams and systems. I had met one obnoxious kid when I was a teenager and avoided him because he was such an asshole. However, a decade and a half later we ran into each other in of all places someone's birthday party. The good thing was that he didnt recognize me, with my beard and glasses and that I'd quit biting my nails because I no longer needed to jack off all the time. The great thing was that he was looking for someone to break his anal cherry. We got to talking and I hoped he wouldnt remember me because I wanted to fuck him badly. My dick stirred in my pants at the thought of filling him with the virus and fucking up his life. He asked me about my size and was glad I packed a relatively small five inches. We ended up making a date. I didnt get my hopes up since many plans often fell through but the thought of fucking him in more ways than one turned me on so much that I had to wear my looser jeans to hide my hardon at work and in public. It was like the week before my eighteenth birthday a decade before when my uncle said he'd take me to a whorehouse and buy me a whore to pump my then neg. seed into. The "date" had been delayed a couple of times so I lost hope but almost a month later we went and I fucked. We met at a cheap hourly motel where he paid for the room. I didnt want him to know where I lived and he was married so we couldnt gay at his place. "First off I want you to take a good shit and empty your hole so it'll be easier on you." I told him. Fortunately he needed to take a shit.The real reason was to give him less chance of shitting out my cum as well as to reduce the shit he'd leave on my dick when I finished fucking him. That in turn would also mean he'd be more inclined to suck my dick clean when I told him to after I finishied fucking him. Once in the room we started off with a hug and french kissing, then we stripped. He was slender with a swimmer's build while I was just as fat as when we were kids and teenagers. He then knelt and sucked my cock into his mouth. His mouth wasnt virgin judging from how he sucked it and got it hard although he wasnt as good as most cocksuckers who've sucked me off. I got hard in his mouth and he gave it a good sucking, swallowing precum. I then pulled out of his mouth and told him I'd start breaking-in his ass. "Remember, it's gonna hurt the first few times you get fucked but after about a dozen times you'll love it and want it." I told him. He seemed to understand and was good enough to not ask me about how my ass felt. I had tried bottoming, both oral and anal, just to see what the cocksuckers and assholes we Tops fucked got out of it, and hated it. I about vomited as soon as the man's cock entered my mouth and I flung the buttfucker off my back before he finished getting his glans in my sphincters. I knew that I enjoyed inflicting the pain to assholes when I used them for cunts as well as enjoyed using someone's mouth for a cunt. The environment I grew up in considered a man who fucked ass and mouth as superior to one who merely fucked vaginas but someone who sucked cock or let his ass get fucked was considered less than a man, considered as somewhere between a man and a woman and many were treated and considered as women. That was another reason I never cared to be versatile. I was always proud to be a Top. I had him lay on his stomach with a pillow under his pelvis and spread his legs while I greased up my gun which was pulsing in anticipation of shooting deadly bullets of poz into him when I would pump my infected cum up his ass. I spat on his hole and mounted him. I put my glans to his sphincter and let my weight drive it in as he jerked and flinched and then screamed as I forced my way in. He tried to buck and beg me to pull out. I had him under me with my weight and grip holding him in position to keep him from dislodging my dick. "Please pull it out! It hurts like hell!" he cried. I replied with a thrust to force it further in and his scream intensified. I was feeling too good to waste this opportunity. I intended to get my rocks off in him and infect him with my deadly sperms. I rode him like a bucking bronco. He was quite strong with adrenelin but I was still bigger, heavier and stronger as well as more masculine and fought to keep my dick up his ass and begin thrusting. "Hold still you bitch!" I snarled but he was enraged so I had to keep fighting for my rightful piece of him. He had consented to let me fuck him so I was within my rights, at least as far as the law was concerend back then. I got my dick further in and pinned him like pinning an insect to a board in a biology class. As a matter of fact one guy in a biology class in college compared pinning a live insect to a board to pinning someone to the bed with his dick and that his dick would start to get hard when he pinned an insect. My dick was staying hard as I kept it hilted waiting for him to settle down which he did after a while. His writhings and struggles helped my dick wiggle around inside his ass to tear his rectum walls. I then began to slowly rock my pelvis, moving my dick back and forth in his ass as he flinched and whined with each movement of my dick in his sore hole. I felt like a stallion conquering a new filly to turn her into a mare. I gradually increased my thrusts in speed and stroke as my powerful dick split his anal walls more, clearing a path for my sperms to deliver their deadly load into his bloodstream and system. I knew that even with my smallish five-incher it felt to virgins like I had a ten-inch of proportionate girth splitting his ass. This was one reason I enjoyed fucking virgins not to mention the nice snug tightness many of us circumcised men enjoy. The punk seemed to peter-out, his strength exhausted but I retained my iron grip on his upper arms, my thick nails digging into his skin, as I sawed away in him. It felt better without his violent squirming in his vain attempt to dislodge my dick and escape his obligation to me. I figured his asshole was broken-in enough for my cum to pass its death-load into him so I began drilling hs ass, piston-thrusting in him as he felt the increase of pain from my faster thrusts. My pelvis was taking off pile-driving my small but mighty love-muscle in him, feeling so very good while he suffered in the pain I was enjoying putting to him. I was conquering not just another asshole but additionally conquering him in a new way as well filling him with a buttload of pain and getting ready to fill him with my life-changing jizzum. My dick was feeling better, in seventh heaven, as I put him through hell. It was a perfect balance of a man getting sexual pleasure by putting pain and misery to a crummy punk as well as who's the man and who's the 'woman' in this relationship. He got used to the pain, seemingly numbed, as I enjoyed thrusting in his sore asshole. I was working up a good sweat, breathing hard. My glasses started slipping but I didnt dare take a hand off him lest he decide to take advantage of the situation. I flipped my head just a bit to jerk them back in place and pumped my eyebrows a little to help settle them, all without missing a stroke. I felt myself getting closer to my inevitable climax and began pounding his ass. He renewed his whining and begging me to stop or at least take it easy. He also struggled anew but his attempts were feeble compared to what tey were when we started out. "Fuck you!" I replied as I increased my stroke. He seemed defeated as I took my pleasure making my dick feel good in his thrashed hole. I then got that urge that comes just before ejaculation and let my hips take over, jack-hammering him into the bed as my pelvis slapped his ass with each thrust as I pounded my way to victory. I then felt it cumming and then my spunk began to flow as my hard turned-on dick commenced pumping my deadly poisoned jizz into his hole. The feeling of that orgasm was incredible. My dick felt as good as it ever did as I injected my dirty deadly poz cum into the asshole, the pulses of pleasure from my ejaculating gun that filled me with joy and pride as I filled him with my horrible diseased spunk. I tried to remember my previous oegasms that compared but ended up considering this orgasm to be the best feeling most intense joyful ejaculation I'd had to that point. My penis pulsed with pleasure as I spurted ropes of HIV-laden cum into him, grinning and thinking of how my poison seed would keep fucking him up for years, maybe decades, to come, courtesy of my powerful weapon. One asshole had ridiculed my "small-calibre pistol" but now that I carried the virus my love-gun was just as powerful and deadly as a big-bore magnum. Having the power in my pants to dispatch assholes on my shit-list while enjoying the pleasure of the male orgasm with a few penis-pleasing ass-pounding thrusts made me feel really good. I rested a moment and then pulled part-way out and slammed my dick home half a dozen times pumping more pain and disease into his fissured hole, then lay on and in him enjoying the pleasant afterfuck, my penis inside him as my sperms swam around in his twat carrying their evil load into his system via the tears and breaches in his ravaged rectum. "When are you going to pull out?" he asked beggingly. "When I catch my breath and my dick softens." I replied as I thrust some more. He seemed to be sobbing as I lay on his back. I didnt rally care. To me he was just another asshole to stick my dick into, punish and pump my seed in although he was also an asshole I felt needed punishing with my lance and the poison death I shot into him with it. Even a couple of minutes later I was stilll feeling great , having conquered that asshole and had fun administering the ultimate punishment by injecting my dirty virus into him via that ultimate pleasure that's the male orgasm. I thought of how he'd feel when the flu hit him and he'd feel like he had been beat up in a downtown alley and how he'd feel and look several years later as my slow-death bullets from my trusty gun did their work rotting him out from inside. I also felt sad that I'd be constantly taking numerous drugs and medicines needed to keep me a step ahead of the advancing disease to prolong my life and keep me from dying the horrible death. I then fantasized with glee this asshole I'd just fucked and fucked-up likely skipping doses of his drugs, as he had sloughed off his responsibilities when we grew up. I also thought of his wife who had cut me off in a parking lot and then flipped me off getting it from him. That would be my most enjoyable way I'd fuck a woman, by the 'hole I fucked passing my seed to the bitch. It would also likely make them decide not to breed which would be nice beause it would spare the world of their spawn. My spent dick was finally softening a bit. I yanked out before it softened too much so I could also make it hurt him more as well as leave him feeling empty and thinking it felt better with it still in his ravaged hole.I asked him to suck it clean of the cum, lube and traces of shit and blood he'd left on it but as I'd expected he rudely told me to go to hell and spat on my crotch. He tumbled to the floor like a rag doll as my fist swung and hit a home run. "You fuckin' ungreatful bitch. I spent my time and money on you, made love to your shitty ass and you cant even be respectful enough to clean your filthy shit off my love muscle? Fuck you!" I snarled and spat on his face. I picked up his shirt as he got up to try to retaliate but I slugged him again, sending him across te bed onto the floor on the other side, and quickly wiped my dick clean with his shirt before throwing it in his face. He started picking himself up off the floor as I began getting dressed. I hurridly put my shorts on, pulled my trousers on, put on my T-shirt and picked up my shoes with my socks in them and headed out after having to elbow him away from me again. I dropped the room key off, telling the man the room should be vacant in a few minutes, then walked a couple of blocks to a bus stop. I hopped the bus home and took a good shower, mainly to wash the asshole's shit off of my dick. I soaped up my crotch good and lovingly fondled my love-gun and coddled my balls in thanks for how well they performed and made me feel when I fucked that asshole. I made sure all traces of his crap ended up down the drain. After my shower I felt good. I had done three things with one fuck: I had not only taken my piece of his ass him but I had taken his anal cherry and given him the gift. I didnt see the punk for over a month. When I did he saw me and gave me a dirty look. I could tell he was recovering from the initial flu like symptoms so I masturbated when I got home, knowing I had done my job. I fucked poz bottoms and versatiles for a couple of years before meating another neg asshole.I never found out for sure whether or not he had passed it to his wife, as she had filed for divorce a few months later and moved out of town. -
Hi Guys, I post this to ask opinions from those guys who have gone through HIV Sero Conversion. This last two weeks i've been really ill. First off i had a real nasty chesty cough, then a sore throat. On thursday i woke up with a blinding headache, aversion to light and a still neck. On Friday, after a decent nights sleep, it had deteriotated into the same, plus, cold sweats and a huge temperature of 110F. After speaking to NHS direct (a devision of the NHS here in the UK) they opted to rush me to hospital in an ambulance. At hospital, Meningitis was ruled out, but the Doc said it was clear that i was going down with a virus. He didnt test for which virus, and just dismissed me telling me to double up my doses of Ibuprofen (for pain relief) and co-codamol (for temperature control). That evening, i was violently ill, and have continued to have the same agonising headache and light aversion ever since. Now, all this follows my dirty bareback holiday to antwerp, and the Sheffield BB gang bang i was the bottom at a week later.... I didnt know the HIV status of any of the 60 or so guys who fucked and bred my at the two events. I'm guessing that the "virus" the doc says i've got is the HIV virus - however i cant get tested for it as my PCT (primary care trust) doesnt offer the 20 min antigen test. And wil have to wait 3 months before i can get a normal test due to the window period. My question is, those of you who are openly poz on here, and who can remember your sero-conversion - did any of you have symptoms such as the ones i've described here? Any input greatly appreciated. I'm pretty confident that i'm going through my sero-conversion... just looking for a little confirmation from fellow barebackers.
