A Poz Duo Work to Convert a Bug Chaser

[Hotload84]

This 22 year old, who goes by the name of Darren, texted me, saying he’d read my profile, and was sick of being NEG. That’s a switch—since most guys I know get sick from being POZ. Regardless, he needed someone to convert him. He was from a Southern Baptist family. Like most of us, it was not the state of being POZ that bugged him, so much as explaining how he got there, but he’d thought it through, and was intent on “getting POZZED at any cost!”

That’s where I came in. I replied I wouldn’t charge him, but he’d have to sign a consent agreement in case he had a change of heart, adding it‘d be just a simple dated document stating that he was NEG, I was POZ, and he had willingly, and without coercion, decided to have unsafe sex with me. I texted back I’d have to arrange for a witness, gave him my number, and told him to call me in 30 minutes if he still wanted to proceed. As soon as I was off-line I called Eric, who was 24, 6'3", 230, and best described as a “wonderful side of beef.” I’d POZZED him two years earlier. He happens to manage a motel here in town. I told him of my plans for Darren, said I needed a room and asked him if he wanted to join us. Of course he did. He reserved a room for us. Darren called me, and I told him where to meet. I drafted the agreement and by the time I got to the room, Eric was waiting there naked and ready. I undressed and, while awaiting Darren, Eric and I played a little. I told Eric that I could not cum in him, that I was saving myself to make a deposit in Darren, (but I still sucked a load out of Eric).

There was a knock at the door. It was Darren. He had that resolute look of one who had settled on a course of action and was determined to follow through. After getting him to sign the agreement, I wasted no time. I mentioned that Eric, who had provided the facilities, was also POZ, and had volunteered to help. That was fine with Darren - he voiced the belief two pOZ cocks are better than one.

Darren and I kissed, and I undressed Darren, who was, to say the least, a sight for sore eyes—5'7", slender, smooth, almost hairless body. I pushed him back on the bed and began to run my hands over him, getting him so aroused that his resistance to anything quickly dissipated. No stranger to gay sex, the little whore reached down and grabbed our dicks. He rolled onto the bed and sucked me and jacked Eric, a horny trio getting hotter by the second. I had to pull out: I sure as hell wasn't gonna blow my load in Darren’s mouth. I had better plans for the Youth. I flipped him on his stomach and rimmed him as Darren zeroed in on Eric's rod. I felt his sphincter relax as his moaning grew intense. His time had come. As he continued sucking Eric, I got on my knees, positioned my dickhead on his wet, tight hole, and pressed in. As I inched in, as Darren asked me, with tears in his eyes, to go easy. Satisfied that I’d be gentle, he resumed milking our host. I screwed him slowly at first, then thrust deeper—all the way in and out, faster and faster.

I knew it would not take me long to shoot. I could feel It boil up in my balls - to my prostate - up my rock hard shaft. I couldn't resist any longer. I rammed my dick up the guy's ass and blasted my lethal seed deep in his tight NEG hole. Darren looked back in ecstasy. "Oh, my God! You came in me! I can already feel the bug swimming up my gut!" I didn’t want to damper his enthusiasm, but I couldn’t stomach self-delusion either. “Bullshit, buddy. You have an over-active imagination. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. You’ll know when you’ve been POZZED!”

I’d filled him up to overflowing and gradually pulled out. I could see a blend of pinkish cum ooze from his hole. Dutifully, Darren licked my spent cock clean of jism and ass juices. Just when he least expected it, ever helpful Eric shoved his raging cock up Darren's violated butt. I know Eric. Once in a cunt, he can’t wait to shoot his toxic spooge. With one final grunt and a deep thrust, Eric blasted his POZ Seed up Darren's saturated pussy. The suicidal youth moaned ecstatically, knowing he’d taken two back-to-back POZ loads. I flipped Darren on his back and worked his cock to get him hard again. ”Buddy, it’s a tradition. When we breed a queer, we take his last NEG Load, so gimme yours." I straddled him and sat on his pole. As I rode Darren, I saw that "I'm gonna cum” look in his eyes. I felt him quiver and pump. I milked him dry as Eric lay beside us. When I pulled off, the tenacious little cunt slid his cock into my buddy. I, in turn, shoved my cock up the Darren's ass, and so began our first three-way of the night. We fucked for half an hour before Darren tensed and creamed. Just as he did, I blew my second load deep in his ass. He groaned and moaned and tried to tell me he was finished. “Not by a long-shot, Junior. Remember the agreement? It’s a contract, and we ain’t fulfilled our obligation, yet.”

Eric flipped over on his back, slithered down between Darren’s lissome legs, grasped his nearly hairless hips, and, meeting no resistance, tunneled his POZ weapon up Darren’s slimy, bug-infected chute. When Eric's cock was comfortably established, I added mine. Thus commenced our second three-way of the night. Not surprisingly, Darren yelped and yawned and stretched and eventually rearranged itself to accommodate the two of us: two POZ shafts in one NEG pussy. The little whore was getting his just desserts. Simultaneously we blew our noxious loads, filling Darren’s sweet mancunt with gobs of toxic jizm. Darren, aware that he was getting bred with his fourth and fifth POZ Loads, got aroused and shot again.

I dressed, and so did Eric. Our sated Southern Baptist neophyte initially lay motionless, but eventually thanked us, complained of being sore, and asked if he could recuperate a while before he left. Eric, whose apartment was at the end of the complex, gave Darren a knowing smile and said he was more than welcome to stay long as he wished—that he’d check in on him from time to time—meaning he planned to do a little POZZING on his own.

I told Darren to call me when he got his test results, regardless. “If at first you don’t succeed—POZ, POZ again!”

Edited January 1, 2013 by Hotload84

[Dikmorhed]

i sure hope this story was based on a real experience :-)

[Hotload84]

i sure hope this story was based on a real experience :-)

I sometimes wonder the same question, Dikmorhed. While I don't know where the line is, I have settled with the rationale that most of the stories contain at least a kernel of the historical record, so to speak, embellished by imagination. Of course every once and a while a guy has written in saying the story is not fictional, but records his actual experiences. One never knows unless the original writer steps forward and lays claim to the story.

[barevotzeRaumKA]

So let´s hope, the Conversion works.

[Negasswhore]

This is a very hot story, going for one and getting two...for a nice double breeding. If at first you don´t succeed, get bred and bred again!!

[PozBearz]

GREAT STORY!

And I must say that the main character was smart to add the "consent letter" part to the story which really makes you think about POZZING in this sue happy society we have turned into these days.

I know in some states if you knowingly POZ someone you can be held for attempted murder and serve time in prison and/or be liable for the "bug-chasers" medical treatments should they decide to take legal actions against someone after infection.

In any case it would not really hurt to do so and in some cases it might even be considered HOT to do.

[mike43]

nice poz me i want it

[rickeydale]

I enjoyed it very much hopefully it happens to me

[Hellboy]

Man that was hot

[averageslut48]

Hot story. So I want my own conversion as soon as possible: knowingly and willingly.

[Bttm2go]

What a hot way to convert.

[str8mature5]

Good story !

[sleazebugga]

Great writing. Lucky guys