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    • By sexilexxie
      Hi everyone
      I get so wet your cocks going to slip out of me. No lube needed. Some guys have turned up to mine and plunged their raw cock straight into me balls deep sometimes. 
      Gentle sex and looking for regulars if possible. I just love sex and can't get enough of it. Need it on an hourly basis. 
      Hosting in Clevedon. 
    • By sexilexxie
      Hi
      I just found this site by searching bareback sex online. I'm experienced in the bedroom.
      I'm without any boobs as had a masectomy last year. But i have a perfectly working pussy that
      needs lots of regular sex. I have a high sex drive and can do it a few times a day.

      i prefer gentle, slow respectable sex. i like oral but depending how turned on i get sometimes
      that's not needed and we can fuck straight away. I like exploring each others bodies as we kiss.

      I'm not into anal at all but i get quickly and easily turned on. I'm going wet just writing this post.
      Can't wait to feel your cock inside me as i give it a good squeeze. If we like each other we can
      make it a regular thing.
    • By BBayArea
      Out of curiosity, are any guys in this area interested in sharing STDs? I'm not interested in getting more, but would love to know another guy has gonorrhea due to me. I'm currently highly infectious, would anyone like a dose?
    • By whthole4u
      “CAN YOU TASTE THE BUG YET?” Darnell asked as I eased my mouth over the tip of his swollen dick, “CAN YOU SMELL MY INFECTED MEAT? CAN YOU DEEP THROAT AND GAG ON IT SO I CAN MAKE THE BACK OF THAT NECK RAW AND RIPE FOR MY VIRUS?”
      Those were the words that changed my life. The confirmation that I had found a top at last who could truly infect me, who would POZ me, who would ensure I had his AIDs. This is the story of how I got bred with AIDs.
       
      OK - I’m just going to say it. The world for me, as a cum hungry, creampie loving, nutt in me and bounce bottom was WAY BETTER before there was prep. Fuck, there was enough competition in Washington, DC, already - “Capitol of the Greatest Superpower on Earth, Yet With More Bottoms than Fish in a Barrel”. Now - fucking Christ and Buddha - every bottom and top on the sex sites is looking for raw dick or ass, but they are all NEG and on PREP! You can imagine the challenges I faced when I decided to convert. How would I find that unmedicated, toxic top with a strain of the AIDs virus strong enough to take me down, convert me, and forever change my blood and DNA? My journey from clean cut, ‘safe only’, conservative bottom to an all out bug/STD chasing perverted sub took time, effort, and a lot of work. At first it was secretly watching those foreign porn sites that showed bareback fucking when all American porn was still showing safe. Once bareback fucking became mainstream I moved on. Just raw dick no longer held my interest, especially after I found a few sites that had stories of people bug chasing. I was disgusted and intrigued at the same time and the more I read and the more I fantasized about it, the more I realized that was who I was. Well who I wanted to be anyways. A bug chaser.
       
      Thinking about, and trying to get fucked by, POZ dick was a secret part of my life. I hid my fascination with AIDs from my friends, lovers,  and my fuck buddies. It was too taboo, extreme, dangerous, risky and I needed to be responsible. Yet more and more the only things I could jack off to were flicks or stories of conversion. Even when I was not jacking off, getting infected started to be all I could think about. I could imagine the virus inside me and fantasized about multiple tops all infecting me over and over. I then made the life altering decision to chase the bug and convert, to be forever marked and changed and frankly these days figured it was really no different than getting a piercing or tattoo. We all change our bodies in some way to please ourselves or others. We workout, we color our hair or cut it a certain way, we wear certain clothes, we tan. This would be the same thing - a change on the inside for me. I created a new online profile and started seeking out guys who said they were POZ. Almost all of them bragged about being on meds and undetectable and those few who didn’t that I tried to broach the ‘bug chasing’ discussion with would block me, suddenly go quiet, or give me a fucking sermon about how that was irresponsible. All these POZ guys online were just playing and talking fantasy. Nothing was reality and it was like a bad Disney theme park
       
      “FLICK YOUR TONGUE INTO MY PISS SLIT. SCOOP THAT AIDS JUICE OUT. SAVOR IT. SWISH IT AROUND YOUR MOUTH,” Darnell ordered.
       
      I went to the next level and hired a few escorts who advertised as ‘anything goes’, or ‘freaky’. None of them truly were.  They were either neg, or when finally honest admitted to being POZ, but on meds and undetectable. I even started looking at profiles of tops in other cities and states and on one I found a top several hundred miles away who talked about brushing a hole, making it bloody, and who assured conversion. While some other folks on the site had flagged him as being full of shit, I was desperate. I spent the money, bought a plane ticket, booked a motel, and was so excited when he showed. Not bad looking and an average dick. I bent over, he ate my ass for a long while, gently slid his dick in and nutted in like 60 seconds flat. That was it. I was so pissed and ready for any AIDs dick I even went to a local adult video store near the motel figuring maybe there I would find one. Two guys fucked me raw, but each one had to destroy all my hopes and dreams by whispering to me - after they had cummed inside me - that they were NEG and on PREP. FUCK!
       
      Darnell said, “I’M GOING TO BANG YOUR THROAT AS HARD AS I CAN - THEN WE’LL PAUSE SO YOU CAN SPIT, AND IF WE SEE RED IT’S READY FOR A LOAD.”
       
      Back in DC I was losing my fucking mind. I was meant to be POZ, meant to have AIDs, meant to be filled with virus over and over. Yet nothing I did worked. Next, I rented a hotel room near one of the parks and offered a dirty homeless guy who said he had a 10-inch BBC $50 and a warm room to stay in for the night to fuck me raw. I figured hell if anyone has dirty AIDs it would be him. He was a horny, rough fucker and wasted no time slamming his load into me as I begged him, “GIVE ME YOUR AIDS!” But then as he washed off he patted my shoulder and said, “Hey bud don’t worry, I’m on PREP. The VA takes care of paying for my meds, so nothing to worry about.” I tried to smile, however on the inside I was crushed.
       
      Hope against hope I kept taking home HIV tests. Always negative. I even went to my doctor and asked him to test me. Nothing. I went back a month later and even made up some symptoms. Still nothing. I gave up. I tried to ignore my need, stopped reading about conversion, and just figured it would never happen. Then one night at the bar I heard a friend of a friend telling a story about some guy who had been infecting people on purpose - dozens of them -  and who had been arrested, charged, and sent to prison for like 30 years, but who had just been released and all charges dropped due to some technical legal issue over jurisdiction. He lived in DC, but was arrested in Maryland, or something. I tried to ask a few questions to figure out how to find out more. All I got was scrutiny about why I was asking about someone who had done something so terrible to so many victims. My mind raced. Here was a guy who was fucking arrested for something I wanted so badly! I would volunteer to be a ‘victim’ - fuck!
       
      “THAT’S IT, CHOKE ON MY BIG DICK. MILK THAT SHAFT WITH THOSE THROAT MUSCLES. YOU GOT TO EARN THIS TOXIC JIZZ. NOTHING LIKE A WHITE BOTTOM CHOKING ON MY MEAT, LETTING ME KNOW HE’S EAGER FOR MY AIDS JUICE,” Darnell said.
       
      I spent every free hour the next few days using Google to try to find out more. I found a few references to a case that might have been the same one, but I was not sure. So - as crazy as it sounds - I hired a PI, a private investigator. I know, I know, even saying it out loud sounds fucking nuts, but I needed this. I knew he was the one. The one man who was proven to be a true POZ breeder. Who apparently was med free, toxic, and had no regard for who he infected. I had to find him. Two days and $800 later the PI emailed me his report. I had lied and told him I was concerned for the safety of a friend who just heard someone he dated had been released, blah, blah, blah. He frankly seemed to care less as long as the credit card charge cleared. Anyways, he found more than I ever imagined and the highlights were:
      SUBJECT NAME: Darnell Colson, age 42 LOCATION: Currently residing at Hope Village Halfway House, 2912 Langston PL SE OCCUPATION: None, unemployed, on parole with mandated supervision. CHARGES: Convicted of one count of recklessly infecting another with HIV and 21 counts that he exposed or tried to expose others. Appeals court overturned original 30-year sentence. Subject is now in transition program to be released within 30-60 days. He found his victims online - profile photo below. His victims were of various races and backgrounds. OTHER: Subject has no family in the area. Was a known and convicted gang member, drug runner, thief, and convicted rapist. Multiple known substance abuse problems. Every morning he walks several blocks to the 7-11 convenience store at 3029 Naylor RD SE to buy a carton of Newport 100s [hard box] and occasionally will stand around the end of the building behind it that contains a liquor, barber shop, and other small businesses where he will smoke, hang out with the homeless population, and possibly deal drugs although all of his monitored drug tests have been clean.
       
      I couldn’t stop jacking off. My dick was sore, my balls ached, I couldn’t even focus on watching the latest season of Games of Thrones. All I could do was think about the ways in which Darnell Colson could fuck me, infect me, POZ me, give me his AIDs and terrorize my hole with his huge black dick. That Saturday morning I grabbed a taxi and gave the driver the address of the halfway house. I got out and stood by the bus stop across the street, still unsure what I was doing, but I knew I had to find him, speak with him, try.
       
      Hope Village seemed to be comprised of a couple of three story, red brick buildings. Men came and went, some sat out front on the steps, others would walk around the corner and hop into cars that slowly had been circling. Two buses came and went and still I waited, and then I saw him. Unlike the other men who came out, Darnell walked with his head up, his eyes catching everything, and he saw me, paused, lit up a Newport and tossed the empty box onto the grass, then kept walking. I let him get about half a block away and started to follow, knowing where he was headed.
       
      Darnell looked back several times as he walked to the 7-11, but never slowed or stopped. He went into the 7-11 and I stood outside by the corner of the building; waiting, anxious, my need making my head and body feel like they would explode and I shook with excitement at being so close to a true, POZ breeder. An AIDs gifter. When he came out, he opened the carton of Newports, held the carton under his left arm as he started to tap new box of cigarettes. Darnell paused when he saw me. He boldly walked over and asked suspiciously, “Do I know you? Why you following me?”
       
      This was not the time to beat around the bush so I quickly glanced around to make sure no one was close by and blurted out, “Hi Darnell, right? I’m...I’m..sorry, it’s just that - fuck - I was hoping to meet you. I’ve been...I...I know about what happened, what you did...and...” Darnell gave a grunt, calmly opened the box, tapped out a cigarette, lit it, blew the smoke to the side and said, “And what? You got something to say about something you don’t know shit about? Why don’t you get back where you belong, ain’t nothing for you here.” He brushed past me and I rushed to catch up. “Wait, please, you don’t understand.” I said. Darnell stopped, took a drag, I swallowed and continued, “I...I want it. I’ve been trying to find a top with you know - POZ - to give it to me, to give me..” then in a whisper said, “AIDs.” Darnell stopped, looked at me hard, “You a cop? Lawyer? What the fuck is this?” He started to walk away again, crossed the parking lot and started past the end of the strip mall of stores.
       
      “Please,” I begged as I caught up to him again. “I’ll do…” Darnell held a hand up and I stopped talking. Four or five homeless men shuffled up, looked at me askance, Darnell tapped out a cigarette for each of them and I suddenly was afraid I had lost my chance. “So. You trying to take some POZ nutt?” Darnell asked. I looked from him to the homeless guys. He laughed, “Don’t mind the guys. What you offering?” I pulled a $100 out of my pocket and said, “This, to start anyways. I...ummm...am hoping..” Darnell interrupted me as he snatched the crisp bill out of my hand and started to walk around the back of the building, me chasing him, with the pack of homeless guys following. He stood with his back against the trash dumpster and said, “You got something for them too? They’ll stand watch, give us a little privacy.” I looked around, there was a red brick apartment building maybe 50 feet away and it was broad daylight. Someone could see. All my objections vanished though as Darnell set the cigarette between his teeth and pulled out his gigantic BBC. Even in the shadows cast by the roof I could see the glistening tip of his AIDs dick.
       
      I stepped closer, Darnell nodded to the homeless guys who were standing close behind me, “Take care of my friends first,” he said. I pulled out several $20s and held them up, questioning. He shook his head yes, I gave one to each of them and turned back. “Can you fuck me, please?” I begged. Darnell smiled: pure, twisted evil, “Oh I will, but not here, not now. I have to get back for a group session. You can suck it for me. Make me feel good. Want to swallow some POZ cum?” Fuck yeah! Darnell adjusted his now raging dick, I quickly got on my knees and steadied myself with my hands on the sides of his legs. I was shaking from fear and wanted more, but if all I could do was suck him I would. The homeless guys stood right behind me, a shield of flesh against the casual eyes of anyone who glanced our way.
       
      “CAN YOU TASTE THE BUG YET?” Darnell asked as I eased my mouth over the tip of his swollen dick, “CAN YOU SMELL MY INFECTED MEAT? CAN YOU DEEPTHROAT AND GAG ON IT SO I CAN MAKE THE BACK OF THAT NECK RAW AND RIPE FOR MY VIRUS? FLICK YOUR TONGUE INTO MY PISS SLIT. SCOOP THAT AIDS JUICE OUT. SAVOR IT. SWISH IT AROUND YOUR MOUTH.” I frantically forced my jaw wide and started to suck on him as I took my right hand and lifted his dick up a little hoping it was on target for the back of my throat. The homeless guys were just talking to each other like nothing was going as I knelt on the hard ground, a big AIDs dick in my mouth.
       
      “I’M GOING TO BANG YOUR THROAT AS HARD AS I CAN - THEN WE’LL PAUSE SO YOU CAN SPIT AND IF WE SEE RED IT’S READY FOR A LOAD.” Darnell said as I held onto both of his thighs again as he started driving his big, black dick deeper into my throat. This was it, what I had been waiting for!
       
      “THAT’S IT, CHOKE ON MY BIG DICK. MILK THAT SHAFT WITH THOSE THROAT MUSCLES. YOU GOT TO EARN THIS TOXIC JIZZ. NOTHING LIKE A WHITE BOTTOM CHOKING ON MY MEAT, LETTING ME KNOW HE’S EAGER FOR MY AIDS JUICE,” Darnell commanded. I grabbed tighter onto his thighs as one of the homeless guys set his hand on the back of my head making sure that each time Darnell thrust his hips forward his dick went deeper into my throat.
       
      I was lost in my fantasy when Darnell stopped, “OK, NOW SPIT. AGAIN. NOT READY YET. TIME FOR SOME GAG THE FAG FACE FUCKING AND YOU BETTER NOT PULL BACK OR YOU GET NOTHING.” Now it was Darnell who held my head with both hands in a tight vice grip as he pummeled my throat. I couldn’t breathe, tears ran down my face, snot spilled from my nose, and I just held onto his legs, silently begging for his AIDs. “YEAH HERE IT COMES. HERE COMES THAT AIDS LOAD. I WANT YOU TO SWALLOW EVERY DROP. SWALLOW IT - SWALLOW IT ALL - TASTE THAT DISEASED DICK - SWALLOW THAT POZ NUTT - FEEL MY TOXIC LOAD COAT THAT BLOODY THROAT - FUCK YEAH - ANOTHER FAG GAGGED AND TAGGED AND BRED…”
       
      Darnell’s load came in a rush and squirt after squirt quickly filled my throat, mouth, and started sliding down to my stomach. I sucked as hard as I could, coaxing every drop of sperm I could from his pent up balls. When his dick was finally dry he let go of my head, leaned back and sighed in total satisfaction, as did I. I wiped my mouth, my eyes, my face, and took a deep breath to try to calm my racing heart.
       
      One of the homeless guys asked Darnell for another smoke. I stood up, his dick was back in his pants, he shared a light and the two of them lit up. I wanted more, needed more, and was ready to ask the homeless guys to fuck me when Darnell said, “Come on guys. Walk with me back to the house,” and they started away. “Wait!” I called out. Darnell stopped, turned, took a step back towards me and handed me a cell phone, “Dial your number and add your name.” It took me two tries to get the number right I was shaking so bad. Darnell took the phone, turned back around, and I stood and watched as he and the pack of homeless guys walked away like he was the Pied Piper.
       
      I had a thick, sickly coating in my mouth and I swished my tongue back and forth and touched my throat and winced. Yeah he gag fucked me hard and it hurt. I smiled, walked out Naylor Road and waited to see if I could catch a cab. My mind was a jumble of thoughts and I wanted to relive that moment of AIDs bliss over and over, but I had to stop as walking around with a hard dick was probably not a good idea. I waited several minutes for a cab and when none came by I walked down the street a bit to a bus stop and hopped the bus. The ride back home took about an hour, yet I didn’t mind. I felt nauseous and rubbed my stomach as his venomous load swirled around my guts, praying his virus found a new home.
       
      When I got back home the first thing I did was check my cell phone. There was a call from a blocked number with a text message and pic: “WHEN YOU TRYING TO TAKE THIS AIDS DICK IN THAT ASS? LET ME KNOCK YOU UP.” (Stay tuned for Part 2)

    • By chamaerops
      Today I've been given at my local GU clinic the sh24.org.uk address to book online my home tests kits.
       
      They say it is free and anon during postages.
       
      Results provided within a week.
       
      I get tested regularly locally but this online service for me is going to make a big difference in getting checked more frequently.
       
      I'm also hoping to get a Prep delivery sometime soon from abroad, so regular checks would be necessary. 
       
      Has anybody used this service already?
       
       

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