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I've taken many anon loads but needing my first known poz breeding. With lots of verbal. Still neg as far as I know.

 

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I haven't been to the venues in Providence yet. But have been wanting to. I'm only 1.5 hrs away.  Would love to be pinned down, mounted and then be told I'm going to get a toxic load.

 

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I’m 30 mins from providence been trying to get knocked up for two years. Please help!!

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On ‎4‎/‎5‎/‎2018 at 4:38 PM, BBSeroMan said:

Hmu.  Brad 

Brad,   Will you fuck me and poz me?   603-410-7622     Kevin

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      Me: I was just going to text you lol
      Jake: LOL 
      Me: Yeah it’s cool … Sam told me he gave you my #
      Jake: He talk about me?
      Me: A little lol
      Jake: Oh really?  What’d he say?
      Me: Nm … just said you guys had some group fun
      Jake: Yeah we did … that it?
      Me: He said you’re HIV+ … prob from that night
      Jake: Yep I’m poz
      Jake: About a month now
      Me: Hope its ok he told me that … don’t wanna seem nosey
      Jake: Its cool
      Me: So you got it from him?
      Jake: Always bb’d here
      Jake: We think his hot friend Sergei is the one that actually gave it to me
      Me: How do you know that?
      Jake: I’m horned.  Can we get together?  Horny?
      Me: LOL… always
      Me: Yeah that’s cool
      Jake: HOT (includes a pic of his cock)
      Me: Damn… that’s a hot cock! 
      Jake: And it’s poz … sure it’s ok?
      Me: Hell, yeah
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      Jake:
      Cody gave  me his address and I told him I was immediately heading out to his place.  The thought that we were both HIV+ left my cock leaking.  But then he'll confirm as much at some point when he gets tested.  I intended to make him beg me for poz cock and then when he does test poz, we’ll hopefully discuss it, and I’ll let him know he got it from me.  The thought of watching him fuck and breed a few guys before he got tested, just so he could still claim to be neg, was perversely exciting, especially knowing when he finally learns he had converted, he might get weird about being poz and fucking raw.  Or even worse, he might go on meds right away.  Personally I didn't intend to take any meds until I had to.  I wanted to share the bug with as many guys as I could. 
      On the drive to Cody’s house the thought of Chris, the hot guy at the testing center crossed my mind, specifically the way he flirted with all the guys there.  Was he truly an incorrigible flirt, or was he actually poz, and using his job as a way into other guys' pants?  Or perhaps, was he still neg and chasing the bug? 
      I decided I would just have to find out.
    • By TexRanchKing
      This is my first story on here, and... well... it's a long one folks. I've been reading fiction from this site for over a year and here's my crack at it. I really wanted to focus on a more romantic element to the POZ genre, so it will get a bit slow at times. Thankfully, I already have a few parts already made so I'll be able to post them pretty quickly before I break to create more. Tell me what you think and see you on the other side of these LONG ass post. It might take a little bit of time to build to the POZ stuff too, but don't worry... it's cumming. 😉 Enjoy!
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      Prologue
      POP
      It was the sound that Daniel had dreaded to hear ever since he first started to have sex at the age of 15 and even more so since he started bottoming at the age of 18. The condom had broken while Jeremy was fucking him. From the look on Jeremy’s face, he knew it too. He slowly pulled out of Daniels ass to reveal the shredded piece of latex waving at the end of his dick.
      “Oh shit.  I knew that would happen.  This thing’s been in my wallet for forever.”
      “What?!  You’re not supposed to do that!”  Daniel had done his share of research on the topic of condom use and proper condom use around the time he started to bottom.
      “I know, but it’s not like I have room for them in my other pockets.  Do you have another one?  Maybe in your glove compartment?”  They were parked in an open field and in the back seat of Daniel’s SUV.
      “No, my parents take my car so much, I don’t want them to start snooping and find any.”
      “Well… fuck.  What do we do now?” Jeremy asked, looking more bummed out than Daniel had seen him be in a while. “I could-“
      “What?” Daniel asked.
      “You know… do you without a condom.”
      “You mean raw?” Daniel did not like the idea at first. Even though he and Jeremy had been going out, monogamously, for a while now, he didn’t know if he would be comfortable risking his entire future once he came down from being so horny. But he was incredibly horny. And even though the thought may have repulsed him a little at first, he was curious as to what Jeremy’s big cock would feel like up his ass.
      “I guess that’s what you would call it. So, what do you say? I’m pretty sure I’m clean as a whistle. You’re the only man I’ve ever been with, and I REALLY like you.” Daniel couldn’t take it anymore, and on top of everything, Jeremy looked at him with his pretty blue eyes. The moonlight shining through the windows reflected off the interior of the car and lit his face in a nearly perfect crescent (an image that he would come back to on his lonely nights in the future.)
      Laying on his back, Daniel grabbed Jeremy’s cock, removed the shredded remains of the broken condom and placed it at the entrance to his hole.  He looked up into Jeremy’s eyes, “I REALLY like you too, Jeremy.”  Daniel kissed him.  As he was kissing him, he wasn’t sure if he just LIKED Jeremy.  He wasn’t sure if he LOVED him, but he did know that he felt so safe in his embrace.  Safer than he’d ever felt with another man before.  As they were kissing, Daniel grabbed the lobes of Jeremy’s ass and pushed his dick into his asshole.  They both let out a moan of pure ecstasy.  This was the first time that either of them had fucked or been fucked without a condom and the feeling, momentarily, overwhelmed them both.  Jeremy continued to push further into Daniel’s ass, and with each inch, Daniel felt as if he was going to explode.  He had never felt this close to someone else and, deep down, he was glad that it was Jeremy that he was with.
      Jeremy began to slowly piston in and out of Daniel’s asshole.
      “Oh my god!  Your ass feels so good!  Like warm silk.  Are you doing alright?” Jeremy asked between grunts, each one sounding as if he could cum at any minute.
      "Yes, just please don’t stop yet.  Your dick feels amazing.  It’s like I can feel every detail on your skin,” Daniel said as Jeremy continued to piston his hips into his ass.  Jeremy then began to pick up his pace and really started to pound Daniel’s ass.  This was a new side to Jeremy that Daniel had never seen before; Daniel never fucked him like this with a condom.  All the while they kept eye contact and while, without him even knowing he was going to do it, he began to mouth out the words, “I love you.”  That was what pushed Jeremy over the edge.  He pulled Daniel in close to him, chest against chest, and held him as he continued to plow his hole until he slammed into him as deep as he could and began to fill his hole with his cum for the first time.
      They both took a minute to catch their breaths, and Jeremy continued to hold Daniel who was, internally, freaking out over what he had just said, or hadn’t said; he wasn’t sure if he had just mouthed the words or actually said them out loud.  While Jeremy was still hard inside Daniel’s ass, he pulled back, just enough to see Daniel’s face and said, “I love you too.”
      That night, Jeremy pumped one more load into Daniel before Jeremy allowed Daniel (who normally didn’t bottom) to pump a load into him.  At the end of the night, Daniel dropped Jeremy off before returning to his parent’s farmhouse out in the country.  That was the last time Daniel would see Jeremy for a few years.  In the morning, Daniel got a call from his friend in Utah that was working for a lawyer who happened to need another associate.  Daniel didn’t want to leave so quickly, but he knew that chances like that didn’t come around all the time.  He jumped at the opportunity.
      Daniel texted Jeremy in the morning and, even though he seemed happy for Daniel, he could read some angry subtext.  He left on a plane two days later for the interview and was hired on the spot.  He went home, packed up his things and headed in his car to Utah.  He thought about seeing Jeremy again while he was home, but the thought was too painful, and he didn’t think he’d be able to go through with the move if he did.  He was running away, yes, but he also knew that this was the best chance for him to have a career.  As he drove west from Illinois, he’d occasionally catch himself looking in the back seat remembering being held in Jeremy’s arms as he told him, “I love you too.”

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