The Conversion Party

[Hotload84]

It's been a little over two years now since I got the letter that changed my life. Like any other day, I came home from work and checked the mail. There was a hand-printed envelope on linen paper. I opened all the other mail first, saving the best for last.

Inside was an invitation to a weekend party. It was from Tom, a guy I’d met at the baths. Tom was an easy-going sort, who made me to open up to him. Among other things, I admitted that I found conversion stories sexy and appealing.

Tom told me he was POZ. By legal definition, he had AIDS, but to look at him you’d never know. Seeing him fucking and sucking at the baths made me want to be like him and POZ.

I’d fantasized about getting AIDS and passing it to others, more than I cared to admit. Up till then my fantasies had been confined to my imagination. They could hardly have been otherwise, since I was neg.

But now I had a invitation to a weekend party of his. It emphasized a group of “POSITIVELY-MINDED MEN,” and " BAREBACK SEX." No misinterpreting that. It was a Conversion Party.

My dick was hard and dripping. No way could I turn that down. A weekend with a group of horny guys into HIV and AIDS! Fuck, yeah, I wanted to attend! The invitation was RSVP. I called Tom up and told him I was coming.

The party was three weeks off. I daydreamed about it constantly, replaying my twisted fantasies in my mind. I told myself I was headed for a king-size let-down. But it could turn out to be the kind of sick symposium I’d dreamt about.

The party was set for Friday night till Sunday noon. The invitation said clothing would be checked at the door, so I needn’t worry about what to wear. I'm decent looking guy and in good shape, so I didn’t expect I’d disappoint anyone. And, judging from what I’d seen at the baths, Tom’s tastes in men and mine were similar. The others in attendance would be at least a pleasant eyeful.

I told my lover I’d be gone till Sunday noon. We have a really open relationship. We’ve teased each other about who’s the bigger whore, and who'd be the first to catch an STD and pass it to the other.

I rang the doorbell, and this cute little guy about my age opened up. He was wearing only briefs, which did little to mask his heavy cock and balls.

" I'm Mike. And you are?"

"I’m Joey."

He picked up a list of attendees.

"Got it." He crossed off my name and pointed to a door.

"You can undress in there, and I'll lock up your clothes and valuables. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve been doing this for three years now and haven’t lost a hankie.”

I entered the bathroom off the hall and slid out of my jeans, sneakers, and polo-shirt. The house was well-appointed and expensive.

I returned to the hall wearing only my briefs and found Mike greeting a little doll of a boy who looked no older than 20 or 21. His name was Sam.

Mike introduced us . “Give me your briefs,” he said. "Everyone else is nude. I'm just wearing since I’ve got to answer the door."

His extended hand waited for my underwear.

The guys appraised me as I stripped.

My dick had grown semi-hard, and Sam was titillated.

"I gotta get a piece of that before I leave. Sure hope you’re one of those.”

Sam entered the bathroom to undress, not closing the door as I had.

Mike winked as he folded my clothes.

I wondered what Sam meant by "one of those."

Mike told me to go on back and join the others.

“You won’t have any trouble finding them. Straight down the hall. Just listen for the music and the voices.”

A dozen guys were lounging about, sitting, standing, lying, drinks in hand, talking and laughing. A quick assessment told me I'd been right. They were all quite nice.

One guy was fiftyish, a daddy-type for sure. Another looked like a high school kid. And everyone else was somewhere in-between. But they had one thing in common. They were all appealing—good-looking, healthy (I supposed), sexy, American males.

A couple of the guys came up and introduced themselves. One handed me a beer. Another pointed to the joints on the table. I noticed Sam, now nude, had entered and was socializing.

Guys were still arriving. And some were getting pretty soused. Personally, I hadn't had much to eat and the cocktail and the weed quickly took its toll. I suspected others were feeling likewise.

About that time Tom appeared. Apparently he'd been waiting for the last guest to arrive, because Mike, the greeter, came in behind him. Tom turned down the music and called for quiet.

He welcomed everyone and said he was glad we could attend.

"You all know what we’re here for, and that’s lots of good sex. But apart from that, I know a lot of you have personal objectives. You know who you are—so I won’t go into that.

I hate to restate the obvious, but there are ground rules. Oral is okay, but stick primarily to fucking. Make sure when you cum, it’s in someone’s ass. . Switch positions often—and I don't mean missionary and doggie-style.”

Guys giggled nervously.

"I mean be top as well as bottom. Give as well as you get. Share your seed. Change partners often. Don’t do the same guy twice till you’ve done us all. Charge up as many guys as possible. Take as much ass-cum as you can. And anyone found in the possession of a condom will be asked to leave.”

"There are 20 of us here, not counting me. 12 of you are neg, and 8 are poz. That puts the odds at 40% of taking a charged load. Don’t ask anyone his status nor reveal your own, which could change at any minute."

I felt my knees go weak. This was a party planned around RAW FUCKING with guys into AIDS and HIV, an assemblage of Gift Givers and Bug Chasers. These guys, like me, were out to fuck and be fucked raw, HIV and AIDS be damned.

"Don’t be too quick to wash the cum out of your ass. But bath and shower, replete with towels, are down the hall and on the right. There’s also the john where you came in and one downstairs. The den has porn vids running continuously. Same with the rec room in the basement. Both are good places to catch a catnap. You’ll find plenty of snacks in the kitchen, but please avoid that area between 7 and 8 AM and 4 and 5 tomorrow. That’s when the caterers come in.

“As most of you know, there’s a variety of lube and weed and poppers at the bar. Do anything and anyone you like."

Tom’s last risqué remark sparked a massive, marathon orgy. Guys were pairing up everywhere. They were piling onto couches and the pillows and mats that lined the carpet.

A hungry hand groped my ass, and I turned around to find Mike, the greeter.

"Ready for some action, stud?" His throbbing cock betrayed concupiscence.

"Sure am."

We wound our way past a maze of tangled bodies to a vacant mattress in the corner. He fell on top of me, and his dickhead probed my ass.

He hastily smeared some lube on me, and used the rest to coat his cock. With two powerful thrusts he entered me then paused as I absorbed his fullness. Our lips connected; our tongues entwined.

He slid his big dick in and out of me. He fucked with slow, deliberate strokes, almost entirely withdrawing before plunging in me to the hilt. I matched him stroke for stroke, meeting his invading shaft with my eager cum-hungry ass. I wanted to milk the cream out of this man. I moaned in lust for the d-i-s-e-a-s-e.

"Fuck me, Mike. I want it," I said between his thrusts.

"What do you want, Joey?" he asked as he pulsed into me. "Tell me what you really want."

"I WANT YOUR POZ CUM, MAN. I WANT YOU TO PUMP ME FULL OF H-I-V!"

That sent him over the edge. His pounding became furious.

"YOU’RE SO FUCKIN’ TWISTED, MAN. YOU WANT MY VENOM IN YOUR ASS.”

"Well take it, then!"

"Shit, yeah, Mike. Cream my ass! Please shoot in me!"

He lunged forth viciously as his thick cock spasmed in my hole. Hot blasts of noxious seed violated my guts. The deadly virus invaded me with every fiery jab. I ground my buttocks against him to absorb his lethal load.

He stopped, hips jutted forward, his dick impaling me as far as it would go. We lay there in the aftermath.

Quietly he said, "You're pretty obvious about being NEG. Don’t give it away. Everyone here wants POZ JIZZ, either to infect or reinfect them. Keep ‘em guessing. Don’t disappoint by letting them know you’re neg. You may not be much longer."

With that he pulled out and wandered off, seeking someone else to poz or be pozzed by.

I didn't waste time worrying about his status. If not him, then someone else would do me, I was sure. Ravenous, with unfulfilled carnality, I approached the bar in hope a beer might quench my prurient thirst. A fortyish guy did the same. After a minute of small talk, he cut to the chase.

"You wanna fuck or be fucked first?"

"I want to fuck you, dude,” I said. I gotta get this load up someone's ass before I cum."

Unceremoniously we made our way to a mat, and he raised his legs to take my seed. I imagined I was poz and was infecting him. For all he knew I was. Regardless, the tight mancunt beneath his balls proved a succulent receptacle.

It didn't take me long to shoot. We traded places and his dick slid easily in my cum-lubed hole. As he drew close I licked the purple bruises on his neck. Wet with spittle they seemed to glow. KS lesions? Probably. The guy had AIDS.

Suddenly inspired I pummeled my ass against his pubes to meet the penetration of his noxious cock. And when I felt him tensing, I ground my ass against him, to suck out every drop of toxic cum.

He winked at me as he withdrew, but I clasped my hands behind his back and wouldn’t let him go. He knelt there, staring down at me, a cynical smile transfiguring his face.

He held his right arm out to me, palm up and turned away, revealing a large lesion, halfway between his armpit and his elbow. He pressed it to my lips, and I began to lick and suck it till the skin around it reddened.

He stood straight up, his ankles planted firmly against my ribs. His cock, now shrunken to a fraction of its former mass, spewed forth a golden stream aimed directly at my gaping mouth, but raining down on neck and shoulders, dribbling past my ears and pits, onto the surface of the rubber mat. The guys around us applauded.

His defecation done, he set out in pursuit of other pleasures. Hastily I retrieved a towel to dry myself and the urine from the mat.

From there, the party blurred—whether from the weed, or beer, or lack of nourishment, or merely from the aberrant thrill of being a participant in such decadent behavior—I cannot tell.

For the next 36 hours I fucked and got fucked by guys at least as debauched as I. It became obvious, as time went by, from casual conversations and off-the-cuff remarks—I was in good company—with men as hell-bent on self-annihilation as myself.

As the party went on and guys got spent. A lot of us were eating or dozing or merely watching, and only a few were actively fucking as the rest of us egged them on.

When I fucked before the group, I heard them urge the top to poison me. I wondered if there was a single neg present who had escaped at least one charged load. I was soon to get an answer.

Near noon on Sunday Tom had each poz guy stand up for accolades.

7 of my 15 loads were POZ. The second guy I’d fucked, the guy who pissed on me, actually did have AIDS. My rod ballooned as I as I recalled each episode.

The young man, Sam, hadn't been so fortunate.. He was the sole participant who had managed to avoid every poz guy present.

Defiantly, he lay down before the group and raised his legs. He dared any Giver to step forward and pump a charged load in him.

Tom intervened before anyone could react. “Being poz the longest and having fucked the least, I figure I deserve first crack at you.”

We all cheered as our host plowed into Sam. After Tom, a couple other poz guys mounted him, in what turned out to be, for Sam, a very effective climax.

Tom reminded us that, in a week or two, we might get sick. He’d hosted these poz parties annually for the past three years, and we’d be invited back. He kept a roster of similar affairs with other groups and individuals. If anyone remained unconverted, a rematch was available, with himself or one of his poz buddies. He urged us lucky ones to share the seed, overtly or covertly. I took his words to heart.

12 days later I fell ill and stayed home from work. In the coming months I was a nervous wreck till I got my test results.

. That evening I had my dick up my boyfriend’s ass as usual, in the intimate fuck you do with someone you've screwed a hundred times.

"I got my test results back today."

He flinched, but kept on fucking.

"So you’re pozzing me?"

"I guess."

We kissed, as he pushed up to accept my jizz and welcome the inevitable. His acquiescence turned me on. I must have spewed a cup of venom into him.

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It's been just a little over two years now since I got the letter that changed my life. Like any other day I came home from work and checked the mail. There was a handsomely handwritten envelope on a rich heavy paper. I opened all the other mail first wanting to save what I hoped was the best for last. I was correct. Inside was an invitation to a weekend party in a very upscale suburban neighborhood. It was from Tom, a man I had spoken with several times at the bars and the baths. Tom had an easy-going way about him that somehow encouraged me to open up to him. Although we’d never gotten around to fucking, I found myself discussing things with him that I'd hardly even let myself think about let alone voice to another person. Tom got me to admit I wanted to be infected with HIV. Tom told me at our first meeting he had AIDS. I would never have guessed it from looking at him. He was a well-built guy, about 190 pounds, moderately hairy with a nice salt and pepper beard and bush. Sort of looked like Richard Locke from some of those old Joe Gage films. Seeing him out at the baths fucking and getting fucked made me want him and in a strange way, want to be like him. I frequently found myself wondering what it would be like to be fucked by him; or to be poz and giving my load to another guy with or without his knowledge. I dismissed these thoughts usually but sometimes they were my hottest j/o fantasies.

So now I had an invitation for a weekend party at his place. The invitation said there was a carefully selected group of "…positively-minded hot men." A nice play on words, I thought. The letter also emphasized, "…uninhibited RAW sex." I certainly could not misunderstand that! This was going to be an unsafe fuck-party hosted by a man with AIDS. Pretty fuckin' ballsy of him - and hot! To my pleasure I registered my dick was tumescent. There was no doubt in my mind about accepting as there was no way in hell I'd turn the invitation down. A weekend in a luxurious house, all the booze and party favors we would want and a whole group of horny uninhibited studs into bareback sex - FUCK YEAH, I was going! The invitation requested a response, so, heart-in-mouth, and doubtless skipping an occasional beat, I called and thanked Tom, thanking him for the invitation, and telling I would attend.

The party was scheduled for a month from the date of the invitation. By chance the weekend coincided with my boyfriend’s 10th high school reunion in Erie, Pennsylvania, so I would be free the entire weekend. I mentioned to him I would likely crash with friends that weekend. He didn’t ask for any details of my plans, nor did I offer any. He was used to my slutty ways, and I of his. Hell - we’d met in an orgy at the bath house in Washington, and post-coital, learning we were both Philadelphians, we gradually grew closer and closer to each other, about a year after that orgy moving in together, sharing our lives and occasional sex partners. We have a really open relationship, frequently teasing each other about who was the bigger slut and who'd get a nasty disease first.

Over the course of the intervening month it seemed like time had slowed to a crawl. I found myself constantly thinking of the upcoming party, and I fantasized about it, scarcely daring to hope that my twisted fantasies would be satisfied. Of course part of the time I told myself that I was just letting my over-active imagination run wild, but at other times I was convinced this was going to be exactly the perverted event I'd been dreaming about.

The party was to commence at 8:30 on a Friday night, running through noon on Sunday. The invitation had indicated that clothes would be checked upon arrival so I didn't have to bother about what I was going to wear. I'm decent looking, in good shape, working out 3 -4 times a week at the gym and I eat well. Judging from what I saw at the baths and bars, Tom seemed to like guys of my type, so I figured the others would be a pleasant eyeful.

I parked on the street and noticed numerous other cars also parked on the block - the sure sign of a party in the suburbs. Walking up to the door, I admired the handsome house. It was one of those beautifully balanced Edwardian houses that were built around 1910ish. The grounds were no less handsome. I steeled myself and rang the bell. It promptly opened and a handsome, olive-skinned man with a beautiful chest, narrow waist, muscled legs and perky nipples greeted me. A walking wet dream. I should think he was about my age, 26 at the time. He was dressed solely in white workout shorts that did little to cover his thick cock and heavy balls. "Come on in," he said. "I'm Mike, and you are ..?" looking at a column of names that filled the page. "Joey," I said. "Got it." He as crossed off my name from the list. He pointed to a door and said, "You can undress in here and I'll put your clothes away when you're done. Tom's got me assigned to door duty." "You've gotta earn you keep I guess," I said. Mike laughed.

I entered the bathroom off the entry hall and quickly slid out of my jeans, sneakers and polo shirt. The place was simple but obviously well appointed and expensive. I returned to the hall wearing my briefs and found Mike greeting a little doll of a boy who looked about 20-21 if that old. Mike introduced him to me as ‘Sam’. Taking my clothes he said, "Everyone else is naked. I'm just wearing these since I'm answering the door - just in case some stray shows up." He held out his hand waiting for me to get out of my underwear. Sam stood by openly waiting to see me as I stripped. My dick was semi-hard with all the attention and to my relief both Mike and Sam seemed to admire my tool. Sam gave an appreciative whistle and said, "I gotta get a piece of that in me before this is over. Sure hope you're one of the ones." He went into the bathroom and began to undress, not closing the door as I had done. Mike winked and began to fold my clothes.

I was musing about Sam’s phrase "one of the ones" when Mike suggested I join everyone else in the party room to the rear of the house. There was no trouble finding the action. The sound of the music and the voices and the sweet aroma of weed led me directly to them. Entering the room, I found fifteen or so men, all naked, sitting, standing, lying about, drinks in hand, talking and laughing. In a quick assessment of these guests, I saw that I had guessed correctly about Tom's taste and choice of guests. They were all rather good-looking men, but I had been wrong in that they were not all like me. There was a wide range of ages and types covered. One man might have been around 50, a true daddy type for sure. At the other end of the spectrum was a boy who looked like he might just be graduating high school. They were all, however, good-looking, sexy males. That was a common denominator. Someone handed me a drink, and another gave me a joint from the bowl on the coffee table. I mingled and began to meet my fellow revelers. I had noticed Sam, now naked, had also come in the room and was circulating - a regular social butterfly. As I mingled I saw a few more arrive, but I did not see Tom, our host. Even so, everyone was becoming reasonably well acquainted as we all composed our mental list of those with whom we wanted to have sex. I had had nothing to eat and the cocktail and the weed were rapidly taking effect on me, and I suspected the same thing was happening to the other men, although no one seemed to be actively engaging in sex yet, but I knew some catalyst would shortly break the ice.

About that time Tom appeared. Apparently, he had been waiting for the last guest, because I noticed that about the time Tom entered, Mike - now also entered, now fully naked. His full, uncut cock and low-hanging balls were calling to me. I suspect Mike was of Mediterranean ancestry. Italian? Maybe Spanish? Could it be Portuguese? Who knows. Whatever the case, he was a beauty. As Mike turned down the music, Tom called for quiet and made his welcomes. Mike moved through the crowd to stand fairly close to me, smiling a greeting. Tom addressed us a welcome, telling us how glad he was that we'd accepted his invitation. He stressed that we were a hand-picked group and that he felt like a good mix was essential to the success of any party, especially one of this scope. Then he changed tone subtly. It was as if he was reading a list of rules for the party, and they were essentially, what I expected.

"Try to engage in anal sex primarily, or at least make sure that when you cum it’s through anal sex. Switch positions - and I don't mean doggie style and missionary." Laughter floated across the room. "I mean don't always be the top or always the bottom. Change roles. Fuck as much as you get fucked. Try to change partners frequently, make sure to get your cum inside as many men as possible. Related to that, get as many different guy to cum in your ass as you’re able. In addition, follow the example of the military: don’t ask, don’t tell. Treat each load of cum it’s ‘the one’, so to speak. And the number one most important stipulation is absolutely no condoms!" "Fuck yeah!" the deep voiced daddy called-out. Tom continued, "Including myself, there are twenty men here. You all know I’m positive, but I’m not the only one: there are seven others who also are positive. The other twelve are presumably negative. If you take at least twelve loads this weekend from different guys, you’re guaranteed at least one of those loads was charged."

I could feel my skin tingling. My knees were weak. This was exactly what I'd hardly let myself hope for - a party planned around RAW fucking with men who have HIV. As different levels of thoughts kicked in it occurred to me that all these men were like me in that they were here to fuck or get fucked and intentionally get or give HIV. Moreover, based on the number of hard dicks I saw now, they were as turned on by the idea as I was.

It was like a bell signaling the beginning of a race had sounded: men were pairing up left and right. They piled onto the pillows, couches and mats that filled the area. Over the enthusiastic sounds of 20 horny men starting to mate, Tom's voice rang out. "There's lube, poppers, Viagra, XTC and joints at the bar. Use anything you need guys." Just then I felt a hand grope my ass and turned to see Mike, the hotie from the front door. "Ready to play?" he asked. His ample hard dick revealed his own readiness. Heart racing, I replied "Sure am" with what I hoped was a salacious tone - not that I needed to add the salacious element, or so events suggested. Grabbing some lube, we made our way to a vacant corner and sank onto a mat, I on my back, and he kneeling. His cockhead was probing me. Without any discussion, we had settled on our roles, at least for round one. Taking the lube from me, Mike smeared some on his cock and my hole, massaging my asslips. I in turn was happy to work his now lubed cock, play with his balls, and tug on his tits. Wrapping my legs as best I could around his waist, Mike took aim and in two powerful thrusts his dick was buried in my ass all the up to his pubes. With so little time to relax the muscles, my ass was on fire, so I gestured him to give me a minute to adjust to the fullness. He complied.

I looked up into his face only about a foot away from mine. He looked content, with a faint smile across his mouth; he apparently liked the feel of my ass. Smiling more broadly, and without a word his head moved toward mine. Our lips met, mouths open as our tongues tasted each other. Meanwhile, Mike was slowly but forcefully sliding his long cock in and out of my hole. He fucked me with deliberate stokes, withdrawing almost entirely before driving in to the max. I matched him stroke for stroke meeting his invading rod with my eager cum-hungry ass. I wanted to milk the cum from this man. As he fucked me, I kept wondering if he could be one of the eight infected men. God, I hoped he was infected so his jizz would be infecting me too. I heard myself moan in the lust for his cum and for his disease.

"Fuck me, man. I want it," I said between thrusts. "What do you want, Joey?" He was pushing me. "Tell me, man, what you really want." Unbidden, the words came out of my mouth: "I want your poz cum, man. I want you to pump me full of HIV!" Hearing that sentence seemed to send him over the edge. He started pounding my butt harder. I knew he would shoot soon at that rate. "You are so fuckin' twisted, man. You want poz cum in your ass!" He pounded my hole. "Take it!" "Shit yeah, Mike. Shoot it!" I felt him lunge in even deeper as his already thick cock spasmed in my guts - hot blasts of cum shot in my hole. I imagined the virus in each fiery load he pumped in me. I ground my ass back towards him so not a drop of the potentially deadly cum would be lost.

He remained still, hips jutting forward with his cock as deep inside me as it would go. We lay there in the aftermath of our passionate fucking, me so damned hot I could almost shoot from thinking that I might have just gotten HIV pumped in my hole. When Mike with drew he looked in my eyes and gave me a leering wink. I didn’t know how to interpret it. I knew we were all supposed to keep our sero-status secret and he was doing a great job at it. I couldn't see through him at all. I asked him if he wanted me to fuck him and he declined. Speaking really quietly he said, "You're pretty obvious in being neg. Try not to give it away. Everyone here wants poz cum." I started to speak, to ask what gave me away, but he stopped me saying “…don’t worry buddy - I won't tell. Thanks man." With that, he left, I assume to seek out and infect someone else.

I didn't waste time thinking about it. I wanted to see about getting another load, but first I needed something to drink, so I went to the bar. A good looking guy of about my age approached, and, over beers, we briefly chatted on what a hot party it was and he cut right to the chase. "You wanna fuck me first or want me to fuck you?" "I wanna fuck you, stud, " I answered. "I gotta get this load up someone's ass before I waste it."

We rather unceremoniously made our way to a mat, he flopped on his back, his legs sprang in the air, ready to take my load. While I fucked him, I imagined that I was poz and was infecting him. For all he knew I was and was eager to breed him. It didn't take me long to shoot my jizz in his guts. We quickly traded places and his dick easily slid into my already cum-filled hole. As he fucked me slow but steady I looked at him. As I said, he good looking and about my age, but what really got my attention was that I saw a few bruises on him and some spots on his arms and torso. I stared hard trying to see if they were lesions, thinking, “Cool…this guy's got AIDS." I got my ass I gear grinding it back to meet each invasion of his hopefully lethal cock. My asshole practically milked the cum out of him. I was so ready for it and in short order, I could feel him tensing up. When I felt his dick swell, to blast the deadly cum deep inside me, I pushed back toward him to catch every bit of the poisoned load. When he came back to reality, his eyes opened again. He winked at me as he pulled his cock from my ass. "That's at least one for you, man."

From there, the party began to blur. I'm not sure if it was the heady excitement of being in a place with so many guys who had HIV who were trying to infect others and so many healthy guys trying to get the deadly virus in them, or was it my own first poz load clouding my head or was it the party favors and beer. Probably all these things. Anyway, I spent the next 36 hours or so fucking and getting fucked men as eager as was I to give and get HIV. As the party went on and men were getting a little bit tired, there were fewer guys fucking at any given time, but rest assured there was always an audience for those fucking, calling out encouragement and offering assistance. When my own turn came to be pumped while the crowd watched, it was amazing to hear them urging my fucker to fill me with his diseased load and to pump me full with poz cum.

All good things must come to an end, and the party was no exception. Around 11030 on Sunday morning Tom called us together and made a concluding speech asking each poz guy stand up one by one. I imagine I was not the only guy there who was mentally ticking off the number of poz loads I’d taken, or, for that matter, the number of poz guys who had taken my load. Sounds of ‘alright’ and ‘yeah!’ punctuated the speech as guys reveled in the memory of an encounter. It turned out that I'd been lucky, having taken fifteen loads, seven of which were from poz men, including Mike, the doorman, my first sex partner, as well as the second guy who fucked me, who, as it turned out, did indeed have AIDS. I had seven poz loads inside my guts right then. Although exhausted and drained, I was also exhilarated as my cock stiffened as I thought about it.

Sam, the young guy who arrived after me, hadn't been so lucky. Despite getting several fucks, he had managed to avoid every poz man there. Tom told him it must be a sign, but Sam just said it was a sign he had to try harder. He lay on the mat, legs pulled back exposing his already cum filled ass and invited every poz guy there to pump a load inside him. Tom intervened before any of them could react. "After seeing so much raw fucking for the last day and a half I'm ready to spill my load. I'd be proud to be the first guy with AIDS to fuck you."

We all cheered Tom and Sam on as our host infected the last remaining healthy guest present. After Tom blew his load, a couple more of the poz men also fucked Sam, just to make extra sure he got what he wanted. As the guys began to dress and leave, Tom urged us to keep in touch with him. He reminded us that frequently about ten to twenty days after infection it was common to get sick - the infamous but all-telling fuck flu. He told us to report in and reminded us that these parties are annual and that we might now qualify as the poz guys for future parties.

On a Tuesday about three weeks later, while my boyfriend was traveling on business to Boston, and while speaking with him I mentioned I felt moderately ill. I did not tell him I was going to be tested. My doctor drew the blood that afternoon and scheduled a follow-up appointment on Thursday, two days later. I was on pins-and-needles until I met with my doctor for the results. I was positive. I surmise I was infected at Tom’s party, although, of course, I didn’t tell my doctor I had sought-out poz cum. Doubtless, my doctor said more than that, but frankly that was the only information I retained. The rest would come in due course. I left his office utterly satiated albeit excited at a guttural level to share my poz cum. I thought about where I wanted blow my first poz load as I drove to 30th Street train station to pick-up my boyfriend who was returning home from his business trip.

Fortunately, his train was on time, and we went straight to our favorite restaurant in the Gayborhood. He remarked I was apparently over the illness I had mentioned, and I smiled in acquiescence. I didn’t tell him of the test results, nor did he ask if I had been to see a physician. He did, however, reach under the table and start massaging my cock. I knew what he wanted. We skipped dessert and after dinner drinks, and returned home. You know where this was going. He wanted to get laid, and I was more than ready to give him what he wanted.

Soon enough we were in bed, spoon position, with my dick up his hot ass. It was a slow, sweet, leisurely fuck, the kind that you have with someone you've known a while. We fucked some - talked some - and fucked some more. We were both comfortable and enjoying the intimacy; neither was in a hurry to cum. As I was slowly sliding in and out of his hole, I murmured, "Guess what I did?" “What’s that?” "I got tested the other day." I didn't say why I was tested, but all gay men know what ‘tested’ means. I didn’t skip a stroke but I felt him tense slightly and then he pushed back on my cock. He said, "Last test I took, I was still negative." "Yeah, I remember." We kept fucking slowly and steadily. "So, are you infecting me?" he quietly asked. "Yeah, I am."

And we kept on fucking, him pushing back to take my dick, now knowing I was going to shoot HIV- infected cum inside his hole. After that, I wasn't able to hold out long. I shot what felt like a quart of thick jizz into him. After we separated he said, "You know it was just a matter of time before one of us infected the other - especially since we’re both sluts. I'm glad you told me like you did. That was perfect." We kissed and played around - he wanted to get fucked again.

Edited October 2, 2010 by Hotload84

[Slut4anyload]

such a classic story - always been a favorite. I prefer version 2.

[Hotload84]

I have the same sense, Slut4anyload. The second version fills-in many details the first version lacks. I also agree the story is a classic in the genre. I'm glad I ran into the second version.

[FatFuckPigMA]

This actually not the original story, which was written around 1994 oe 95, I guess. Material has been added to the end.

[sqwhirlly]

This is just a story that I have always blown a load over. I didn't write and I have no idea who did I've had it saved on my harddrives for the last 10 years. It's Just HOT.

It's been just a little over two years now since I got the letter that changed my life. Like any other day; I came home from work and checked the mail. There was a handsomely handwritten envelope on a rich heavy paper. I opened all the other mail first wanting to save what I hoped was the best for last. (I was correct.)

Inside was an invitation to a weekend party in a very upscale neighborhood. It was from Tom, a man I'd talked to several times at the bars and the baths. Tom had an easy-going way about him that somehow encouraged me to open up to him. I found myself discussing things with him that I'd hardly even let myself think about let alone voiced to another person. Tom got me to admit I wanted to be infected with HIV.

Tom told me at our first meeting he had AIDS - I'd never have guessed from looking at him. Seeing him out at the baths fucking and getting fucked made me want him and in a strange way, want to be like him. I frequently found myself wondering what it would be like to be fucked by him; or to be poz and giving my load to other guys with or without their knowledge. I dismissed these thoughts usually but sometimes they were my hottest j/o fantasies.

So now I had an invitation for a weekend party at his place. The invitation said there was a specially selected group of "positively-minded hot men. "Interesting choice of words, I thought or was I just reading way to much into things? The letter also referred to, emphasized, "Uninhibited RAW sex." I can't be misunderstanding that! This was going to be an unsafe fuck-party hosted by a man with AIDS.

Pretty fuckin' ballsy of him - and hot!

I suddenly realized my dick was rock-hard and about to drip. There was no doubt in my mind about accepting this. There was no way in hell I'd miss a chance like this. A weekend in a luxurious house, all the booze and party favors we'd want with a few horny uninhibited studs into unsafe sex - FUCK YEA, I'm going! The invitation requested RSVP I called and thanked Tom; I told him I was looking forward to it.

The party was 2 months from the time of the invitation. Over the course of those two months it seemed like time had slowed to a crawl. I found myself constantly thinking of the upcoming party, imagining what it was going to be like, hardly daring to hope that my twisted fantasies might be about to be fulfilled. Part of the time I told myself that I was just letting my over-active imagination run wild. But at other times I was convinced this was going to be exactly the twisted kind of event I'd been hoping for.

The party was set for 8:30 on a Friday night till noon on Sunday. The invitation had indicated that clothes would be checked upon arrival so I didn't have to bother about what I was going to wear. I'm decent looking, in good shape, working out 3 -4 times a week at the gym and eat well. Judging from what I saw at the baths and bars, Tom seemed to like guys of my type. So I figured the others would be a pleasant eyeful.

I told my boyfriend that I was spending the weekend out - we have a really open relationship. We've teased each other about who was the bigger slut and who'd get a nasty disease first. I parked, noticing several other cars, walked to the door and rang the bell. It was just a moment before the door opened and a guy about my age, 26 at the time, asked me in. He was in white boxer briefs that did little to hide his thick cock and heavy balls.

"Come on in," he said. "I'm Mike, and you are..?" He picked up a list with several names.

"Josh," I said. "Got it." He crossed off my name from the list. He pointed to a door and said, "You can undress in here and I'll put your clothes away when you're done. Tom's got me assigned to door duty." "You've gotta earn you keep I guess," I said. Mike laughed.

I entered the bathroom off the entry hall and quickly slid out of my jeans, sneakers and polo shirt. The place was simple but obviously well appointed and expensive. I returned to the hall wearing my briefs and found Mike greeting a little doll of a boy who looked about 20-21 if that old. His name was Sean.

Mike introduced us. Taking my clothes he said, "Everyone else is naked. I'm just wearing these since I'm answering the door. Just in case some stray shows up." He held out his hand waiting for me to get out of my underwear. Sean stood by openly waiting to see me as I stripped. My dick was semi-hard with all this attention and to my relief; both Mike and Sean seemed impressed. Sean gave an appreciative whistle and said, "I gotta get a piece of that in me before this is over. Sure hope you're one of the ones." He went into the bathroom and began to undress, not closing the door as I had done. Mike winked and began to fold my clothes.

I was thinking about what Sean meant by "one of the ones". Mike told me to just go on to the back of the house and join everyone else. There was no trouble finding them, the sound of the music and the voices and the sweet aroma of weed led me directly to them.

I entered the room and there were about 10 - 12 guys, all naked, sitting, standing, lying around drinks in hand talking and laughing. In a quick assessment of these guys, I saw that I'd guessed right about Tom's taste and choice of guests. They were all pretty good-looking guys. But I had been wrong in that they were not all like me. There was a wide range of ages and types covered. One guy might have been around 50, a true daddy type for sure. And at the other end of the spectrum was a boy who looked like he might just be graduating high school. But they were all good-looking sexy males. That was a common denominator. Some one handed me a drink, another guy gave me a joint from the bowl on the coffee table. I mingled and began to meet my fellow revelers. I had noticed Sean, now naked, had come in the room too and was meeting people.

As I mingled I saw others arriving too. Everyone was getting pretty well acquainted. Personally I hadn't had much to eat and the cocktail and the weed were taking effect on me rapidly. I suspected the same thing was happening to the other guys, though no one seemed to be actively engaging in sex yet. However I felt like it wasn't going to be long.

About that time Tom appeared. Apparently he'd been waiting for the last guest, because I notice that about the time Tom entered, Mike - now naked too - also joined us as well as a few other guys. Tom called for quiet; Mike turned down the music. Tom was going to address us.

He welcomed everyone and said how glad he was that we'd all decided to attend. He stressed that we were a hand-picked group and that he felt like a good mix was essential to the success of any party especially one of this scope. Then he changed tone subtly. It was as if he was reading a list of rules for the party. Several of the guys seemed like they knew this was coming.

"Try to engage in anal sex primarily. Or at least make sure that when you cum it is through anal sex. Switch positions - and I don't mean doggie style and missionary." Guys laughed. "I mean don't always be the top or always the bottom. Change up so you fuck as much as you get fucked. Try to change partners frequently, make sure to get your cum inside as many men as possible. And, related to that, get as many different guys' cum in your ass as you can. Remember, no questions and no telling. Make each one like it's the one. And the number one most important stipulation is no condoms!"

"Fuck yea!" the older daddy looking man yelled.

Tom continued, "There are 20 men here not counting me. I know that 12 of you are neg and 8 are poz. Anybody who takes at least 12 loads this weekend is guaranteed at least one of those loads was charged."

I could feel my skin going tingly. My knees were weak. This was exactly what I'd hardly let myself hope for - a party planned around RAW fucking with men who have HIV. As different levels of thoughts kicked in it was occurring to me that all these men were like me in that they were here to fuck or get fucked and intentionally get or give HIV. And based on the number of hard dicks I saw now, they were as turned on by the idea as I was.

It was like a bell signaling the beginning of a race had sounded. Guys were pairing up left and right. They were piling onto the pillows, couches and mats that filled the area. Over the enthusiastic sounds of 20 horny men starting to fuck, Tom's voice rang out. "There's lube, poppers, XTC and joints at the bar. Use anything you need guys."

As I was right at the bar, I helped myself to some XTC. I felt a hand grope my ass and turned to see Mike there, the guy from the front door.

"Ready to play?" he asked. His ample hard 7” dick revealed his own readiness.

"Sure am," I answered. We made our way to a vacant corner sinking onto the mattresses there. He was on top of me and I could feel his cockhead probing me. Without any discussion, we'd settled on our roles for round one. Mike had run his fingers through the lube at the bar and he hastily smeared some on my hole. I worked it in a little while he coated his dick. He took aim and in two powerful thrusts his dick was buried in my ass all the up to his pubes.

He was still a moment, giving me time to adjust to the fullness. I looked up into his face only about a foot away from mine. He looked content; he liked the feel of my ass. He smiled down at me. Without a word his head moved toward mine. Our lips met, mouths opened, as our tongues tasted each other. Meanwhile, Mike was slowly but forcefully sliding his long cock in and out of my hole. He fucked me in deliberate stokes, withdrawing almost entirely before driving in to the max. I matched him stroke for stroke meeting his invading rod with my eager cum-hungry ass. I wanted to milk the cum from this man. As he fucked me, I kept wondering if he could be one of the 8 infected men. God, I hoped he was infected so his jizz would be infecting me too. I heard myself moan in the lust for his disease.

"Fuck me, man. I want it," I said between thrusts.

"What do you want, Josh?" He was pushing me. "Tell me what you really want."

"I want your poz cum, man. I want you to pump me full of HIV!"

Hearing that seemed to send him over the edge, he started pounding my ass harder. I knew he'd shoot soon at that rate.

"You are so fuckin' twisted, man. You want HIV cum in your ass!" He pounded my hole. "Take it!"

"Shit yea, Mike. Shoot it!"

I felt him lunge in even deeper as his already thick cock spasmed in my guts. Hot blasts of cum shot in my hole. I imagined the virus in each fiery load he pumped in me. I ground my ass back towards him so not a drop of the potentially deadly cum would be lost.

He remained still, hips jutting forward with his cock as deep inside me as it would go. We lay there in the aftermath of our passionate fucking, me so damned hot I could almost shoot from thinking that I might have just gotten HIV pumped in my hole. When Mike pulled out he looked in my eyes and gave me a leering wink. I didn't know how to interpret it. I knew we were all supposed to keep our sero-status secret and he was doing a great job at it. I couldn't see through him at all.

I asked him if he wanted me to fuck him and he declined. Speaking really quiet he said, "You're pretty obvious in being neg; try not to give it away. Everyone here wants poz cum."

I started to explain - to apologize but he stopped me. "Forget it. I won't tell. Thanks man." With that, he left to seek out someone else to infect or to infect him?

I didn't waste time wondering. I wanted to see about getting another load. I went to the bar to get a beer and while there a good looking guy of about my age came up for a drink too. We briefly commented on what a hot party this was and he cut right to the chase. "You wanna fuck me first or want me to fuck you?"

"I wanna fuck you, stud, " I answered. "I gotta get this first load up someone’s ass before I waste it."

We pretty unceremoniously made our way to a mat and his legs sprang into the air ready to take my load. While I fucked him I imagined that I was poz and was infecting him. For all he knew I was and was eager for it.

It didn't take me long to shoot my jizz in his guts. We quickly traded places and his dick easily slid into my already cum-filled hole. As he fucked me slow but steady I looked at him. He was a good-looking guy around my own age. But what really got my attention was that I saw a few bruises on him and some spots. I stared hard trying to see if they were lesions.

"Cool!" I thought. "This guy's got AIDS." I got my ass I gear grinding it back to meet each invasion of his hopefully lethal cock. My asshole practically milked the cum out of the guy, I was so ready for it and in short order, I could feel him tensing up. When I felt his dick swell, to blast the deadly cum deep inside me, I pushed back toward him to catch every bit of the poisoned load.

When he came back to reality his eyes opened again. He winked at me as he pulled his cock from my ass. "That's at least one for you, man."

From there, the party began to blur. I'm not sure if it was the heady excitement of being in a place with so many guys who had HIV who were trying to infect others and so many healthy guys trying to get the deadly virus in them, or was it my own first poz load clouding my head or was it the party favors and beer. It was probably some of all these things. Anyway, I spent the next 24 -36 hours fucking and getting fucked with guys as eager as I was to give and get HIV. As the party went on and guys were getting a little bit tired, there were fewer guys fucking at anyone time. The rest of us would watch those who were, calling out encouragement while the men fucked. When my own turn came to be pumped while the crowd watched, it was pretty hot to hear them urging my fucker to fill me with his diseased load and to give me more HIV.

At the end, Tom made a concluding speech similar to the beginning one. But this time he had each poz guy stand up one by one. The guys were abuzz mentally ticking off, who they'd fucked or been fucked by. Sounds of "ALRIGHT!, YEA!" punctuated the calling of several names, as some guys had obviously taken infected loads from the guy just named.

It turned out that, out of the 15 loads and 7 of them were from poz men. And the guy I thought had AIDS really did. I had 7 exposures to HIV inside my guts right then. As exhausted and drained as I was, my cock stiffened as I thought about it.

The young guy Sean hadn't been so lucky. Despite getting several fucks, he had managed to avoid every poz man there. Tom told him it must be a sign, but Sean just said it was a sign he had to try harder. He lay on the mat, legs pulled back exposing his already cum filled ass and invited every poz guy there to pump a load inside him.

Tom intervened before any of them could react. "After seeing so much raw fucking for the last day and a half I'm ready to spill my load. I'd be proud to be the first guy with aids to fuck you."

We all cheered Tom and Sean on as our host infected the last remaining healthy guest present. After Tom finished a couple more of the poz men fucked Sean too, just to make extra sure he got infected.

As guys began to dress and leave, Tom urged us to keep in touch with him. He reminded us that frequently about 10 - 14 days after contact with HIV, it's common to get sick. This often indicates the exposure was successful. He told us to report in and reminded us that these parties are annual and that we might now qualify as the poz guys for future parties.

Twelve days after the party I felt ill enough to keep me from going to work. I went to get tested and truly don't know how I managed to get through the time until I got my results. I was Positive and I’d been infected with HIV at Tom's party.

That evening I my boyfriend noticed that I was feeling pretty good and one thing lead to another. Before I'd thought about it we were in bed spoon position, with my dick up his hot ass. It was a slow leisurely fuck, the kind that you have with some one you've known a while. We'd had a few beers and smoked a joint. We fucked some - talked some. We were both comfortable and enjoying it and neither one in a hurry to be done.

While I was slowly sliding in and out, I said, "Guess what I did?" And of course he asked What? "I got the results of my HIV test today." I didn't skip a stroke but I felt him tense slightly then push back toward me.

He said, "Last test I took, I was still negative."

"Yeah, I remember." We kept fucking real slow but steady .

In minute he said, "So, are you infecting me?" He asked real quiet.

"Yeah, I am"

And we kept on fucking, him pushing back to take my dick all the way, now knowing I was going to shoot HIV infected cum inside him. After that, I wasn't able to hold out long. I shot what felt like a quart of thick jizz into him.

After we separated he said, "You know it was just a matter of time before one of us infected the other. I'm glad you told me like you did. That was hot." We kissed. We made dinner and he wanted to get fucked again.

[Hotload84]

I merged these threads since it appears the posting of Sqwhirlly is a slight variation on the original posting.

[sqwhirlly]

That's cool all of the versions are hot. I wish I had a invite to one of those parties ;-)

[btm2bbred]

Liked all 3 variations of the story. The Russian roulette aspect of taking loads from up to 20 guys , 8 of whom are poz, heightens the suspense for the bottom. I would def. like to get invited to that kind of fuck conversion party.

[polydistortion]

I wonder if any real parties go like the story. It would be hot to attend one for sure

[Guest indynudeguy]

My favorite story. Would love to share the chase with like minded men. Fucking hot!

[sqwhirlly]

I'd be sure to go if I ever got one of those invites. I wish I knew someone that would arrange or host one.

[crushed]

This is the kind of party I need to attend. I'm neg, and kinda turned on by the whole pozzing thing.

Edited June 8, 2011 by Hotload84

[pigskintop]

Great story. I've been to and have had a lot of breeding parties. I've been to a few in SF, NY, LA, DC, and Chicago. I had a great one @ IML-85 men, 4 AIDS men, and a buddy of mine-hung, hairy daddy bear-poz and stds. It only lasted about 4 hours but it was hot. I fucked 5 guys and so many were swapping. It was definitely a pozitive experience. I heard from lots of guys after that they had fun and got what they wanted. I love being a pig and glad we are all sick and twisted.

keep up the good work guys.

[suckerboi]

This was the story that first inspired me to chase. Thankfully, it worked.