How does it feel to get pozzed?

[whore4poz]

While I'm aware that there is more than one way to get pozzed, obviously I'm referring to the sexual way. 

Questions: 

Did you somehow know the moment he came inside of you? Did he pull out and you smiled and said to yourself, "Yeah, this one worked. He converted me."?

If not, how soon did you know you'd been converted?

When you found out, how did you feel?

[Pozlover1]

I had a previous regular for a while that was poz, and since I figured I already had it I wasn’t too concerned taking his loads. Another one was a full blown skinny blond boy, a  pure bottom I thought, until one time he wanted to cum. Sucking his dick seemed oddly dangerous, although he was a cutie. So I let him dump a hot load in my ass. It literally felt hot. I kinda wondered, although I had already accepted I had it so I won’t say I was conerned, just puzzled as to why it felt warm. 

[Guest Porthos]

I'm 99% sure of who pozzed me, but I didn't know at the time he was fucking me. The guy I'm sure who knocked me up I met one summer in the park. He was a very hot hot black guy who when I first met I thought was on the dl looking for a blow job. One thing led to another and we were passionately kissing, sucking each other, rimming and of course fucking. Eventually I had my shorts off, on my back, legs in the air and him pounding me. We met about 5 times that summer. Always bareback, no talk of condoms or status, just passionate sex. Every time I would take his load and drive home, having to change my cum soaked shorts...a few times they were tainted pink....About 4 weeks after our last encounter...early September I came down with a bad flu. fever, aches, night sweats, chills and feeling just plain crappy. The acute stage lasted only 5 days, but I didn't fully recover for at least a week later. I was a bit worried as this wasn't flu season but once I was better, it was out of sight out of mind...The following spring I tested poz. I had a moderate Vl and a good CD4 so the infection couldn't have been years old....

I never saw the guy again after our last fuck but I'm sure it was him. I'll bet he didn't know he was poz either....Our sex was some of the hottest I ever had...Passionate, aggressive, and intimate. My fantasy has always been to meet a neg guy, fall in love, go off meds temporarily and with his consent share my DNA...Can you imagine how intense the lovemaking would be? Both men knowing they are sharing poz seed getting ready to be knocked up

[Sarif98]

13 hours ago, skylon said:

I'm 99% sure of who pozzed me, but I didn't know at the time he was fucking me. The guy I'm sure who knocked me up I met one summer in the park. He was a very hot hot black guy who when I first met I thought was on the dl looking for a blow job. One thing led to another and we were passionately kissing, sucking each other, rimming and of course fucking. Eventually I had my shorts off, on my back, legs in the air and him pounding me. We met about 5 times that summer. Always bareback, no talk of condoms or status, just passionate sex. Every time I would take his load and drive home, having to change my cum soaked shorts...a few times they were tainted pink....About 4 weeks after our last encounter...early September I came down with a bad flu. fever, aches, night sweats, chills and feeling just plain crappy. The acute stage lasted only 5 days, but I didn't fully recover for at least a week later. I was a bit worried as this wasn't flu season but once I was better, it was out of sight out of mind...The following spring I tested poz. I had a moderate Vl and a good CD4 so the infection couldn't have been years old....

I never saw the guy again after our last fuck but I'm sure it was him. I'll bet he didn't know he was poz either....Our sex was some of the hottest I ever had...Passionate, aggressive, and intimate. My fantasy has always been to meet a neg guy, fall in love, go off meds temporarily and with his consent share my DNA...Can you imagine how intense the lovemaking would be? Both men knowing they are sharing poz seed getting ready to be knocked up

Man, that's exactly how I wanna convert.  Hopefully find a poz guy that I wanna be with and get marked by his cum.  Can't think of a closer physical connection.

[Guest JackEdJIZZ]

I went off PrEP in April of last year.   As it turns out, the very first sex session I had after stopping PrEP resulted in my conversion.   Although I knew it was a very very hot session, I had no idea if it was going to result in conversion.   I hoped.   He was confident, but a one and done might be a bit unusual.    About three weeks later, I started having night sweats.   On the third night I was certain what had happened.     A test at my doctors later that day confirmed my situation.  

[Guest cardoc49]

1 hour ago, JackEdJIZZ said:

I went off PrEP in April of last year.   As it turns out, the very first sex session I had after stopping PrEP resulted in my conversion.   Although I knew it was a very very hot session, I had no idea if it was going to result in conversion.   I hoped.   He was confident, but a one and done might be a bit unusual.    About three weeks later, I started having night sweats.   On the third night I was certain what had happened.     A test at my doctors later that day confirmed my situation.  

hi , such a cool conversion indeed - approaching one year! you went off PrEP to get pozzed? on  meds now?

[Guest JackEdJIZZ]

3 hours ago, cardoc49 said:

hi , such a cool conversion indeed - approaching one year! you went off PrEP to get pozzed? on  meds now?

no meds.   seems odd to chase, catch then cover up right away.   planning on riding this as long as I can.   love it so far.   

[Guest cardoc49]

1 hour ago, JackEdJIZZ said:

no meds.   seems odd to chase, catch then cover up right away.   planning on riding this as long as I can.   love it so far.   

thanks for posting your beautiful support - so glad how you too LOVE IT!!!

[Guest Gifttaker]

Being poz has been great. It is a gift to be shared for those who also feel it is a gift. It's a beautiful thing two guys will share with each other and multiple guys who are nothing but sluts like me.

[TygerTyger]

There's no way to know exactly during the fuck that does it. I had my hopes, and the sex was incredible because of them, but I had been disappointed before. I just went back to my daily life and waited. Sure enough, the fuck flu was what told me. I was both scared and excited. A test confirmed it, and I literally did get hard in the office when they told me the results. I started to feel a little bit freaked later (like, what have I done??) but that only lasted briefly before I felt happy again and at peace with my new status.

I will say that I am very glad I got it the natural way, through sex, as opposed to a blood slam. I know there are guys who are in a hurry to get it over with (I more than understand that!!) but the beauty of knowing that this life is inside you because a man, well, made love to you -- I can't describe how awesome that is.

[Pozguyinchi]

I have told my story in other forums but I can tell it here as well. I chased, I guess that’s what I will call it now. I was 17 and met a man that was I think 34 at the time. I am 5’5” tall and 130lbs. He is 6’3” 220 black man.  He also has a 10” dick so that always helps. He made it clear that I was not his type and he did not want a relationship. He also said he did not want to duck me because he hated condoms and he was poz. I really can’t explain it but I knew he was the one and I worked hard at seducing him into gifting me.  I eventually wore him down and he started beeeding me in May. I got the fuck flu in late August. It could have been the first time that knocked me up. There was a lot of blood and tearing.  I have to say I was scared when I tested poz. At the time in the late 90’s treatment was not as it is today.  For me everything worked out. I got the man and his gift and we were together for 5 more years. I am still in touch with him and we will always have that special bond. No regrets.

[rawsatyr]

45 minutes ago, Pozguyinchi said:

I have told my story in other forums but I can tell it here as well. I chased, I guess that’s what I will call it now. I was 17 and met a man that was I think 34 at the time. I am 5’5” tall and 130lbs. He is 6’3” 220 black man.  He also has a 10” dick so that always helps. He made it clear that I was not his type and he did not want a relationship. He also said he did not want to duck me because he hated condoms and he was poz. I really can’t explain it but I knew he was the one and I worked hard at seducing him into gifting me.  I eventually wore him down and he started beeeding me in May. I got the fuck flu in late August. It could have been the first time that knocked me up. There was a lot of blood and tearing.  I have to say I was scared when I tested poz. At the time in the late 90’s treatment was not as it is today.  For me everything worked out. I got the man and his gift and we were together for 5 more years. I am still in touch with him and we will always have that special bond. No regrets.

WOW, in hindsight I admire your commitment and your 'conscientious conversion', by means of a 'dark angel' if you allow me the poetic language. And also because of the time-frame!! Back then (in the 90's) it was SERIOUS to be poz and as my doctor told me just this week, 'those one-pill-a-day' weren't even out yet and when they were shortly thereafter, they didn't know if they would work'.  I told my doctor ( younger than me and actually a social friend), that I am a barebacker now, and that my man and I play. He shrugged it off with a casual smirk! He and his super-young 'boy-friend' also play!!! I felt guilty though when that 21-year-old got naked with me after hitting me up on grindr. My damn conscience again!

So let me entertain you with a long story, NOT fiction, but a few details have been omitted and names have been avoided to 'protect' them and me from potential blow-back, The story is just erotic, not intended for the overly-jaded... you hardcore guys might not like it! lol

 

So anyway, as a late-convert I can relate and live vicariously through you and your willful POZZING-experience. My 'conversion' was however 'accidental' and anti-climatic in real life. By an 'angel' of a sweet boy, an innocent-looking twink. I never knew what hit me! The bug came late, very late in the second decade of the 21st century, not as COULD have easily been possible for me in a spectacular way in the late 1990's. Let me tell you about my 'missed chance' to possibly join the POZ brotherhood... because it now FEEDS MY HUNGER... and obsession to keep all seed to FULL ABSORPTION especially when the guy is poz...

My 'angel-of-darkness' who COULD have have transformed me, approached me in 1997. He wasn't a black dude like yours but a very endowed, white dude. Never met another like him again! At that point I would have been seriously UNWILLING to take chances to purposely become positive! The ones who I knew were positive weren't very good 'role models' and I chose to escape into 'serial monogamy'.  Leading up to meeting my prospective DARK KNIGHT, I had a falling out with my man in Memphis ( after a short miserable, co-dependent and abusive 'happy-ever-after' delusion of a fucked-up 'relationship') He was the first TOTAL STRANGER I had bareback sex with after breaking up with my first BF! SERIAL MONOGAMY!!! A fucking trap!!!! BF #2 bamboozled me, Svengali-spelled me with his huge dick and sweet talk of a better life in the South! But once back in his 'neck-of-the-woods' with him he turned into an unpleasant 'good-ole-boy'. Big mistake, never move from California for DICK in the South!

I went back to LA to 'feel alive' again and maybe arrange my permanent return. My friends and I celebrated my liberation! "We knew it wasn't going to last!" One of my 'transforming rituals' was to have my NIPPLES PIERCED (again) the way I had them before. The way they knew me when I was happy! Pierced nipples and ears had been my 'mark-of-excellence' that gave me an edge and brought quite a few 'bros-to-the-yard' when I proudly bared my chest and pierced nipples any time I had the chance to on Venice Beach. Oh what a show-stopper it was back in the early 90's when you NEVER saw any others YET, well RARELY, but especially not young guys being bold and daring and pierced like me. It was a time when only FAGS had their ears pierced and Hollywood sit-coms started to have male leads have a SINGLE ear-ring, with emphasis on the 'correct/hetero' side. I had proudly marked myself publicly as a FAG! At least on that level I was an EARLY BIRD! But at some point I took the cross-bars out and I don't know if it was my new, big-dicked stud-BF from the bible-belt after he turned into a nagging 'good-ole-boy' or if it was my own neglect after taking them out for an x-ray. Shit closes up fast... not just possessive BFs but also piercings.

So I went to THE GAUNTLET in West Hollywood to have a 'ritual transformation'. I was so anxious and eager, I chose the thickest gauge that I dared (or was allowed to I don't recall)  and I had friends come with me to witness. The piercer-wizard (unfortunately) was a chick but hell, I'm ready. BOTH NOW, TODAY!!! YES!!  She gave me lots of 'caring talk' about PAIN and shock or whatnot! I took the first one without making a sound or flinching. Then the other with nothing more than an impish smirk. Like a demon of lust having me accept my 'marking'. She looked puzzled and said she had done 'THIS piercing thing' for years but never had a reaction like mine. Been kicked and screamed at and what-not. Not me sister! Not that I don't have feelings there! As a matter of fact my nipples are hard-wired to my dick! And now the show was ON!!!! And I have a high threshold for pain and suffering I guess, 'serial monogamist' and all, a bit of a S & M disciple in me too... to this day I take cock without flinching (although my ass is described is 'awfully tight' by those used to sloppy ones)

To celebrate my NEW ME, my reborn satyr existence, my friends and I went out for drinks to the REVOLVER in West Hollywood. It's where guys stand and model and drink and rub on each other as they watch a screen with music videos and comedy skids. I wore sneakers, denims (no underwear) and a denim-jacket with cut-off sleeves and proudly showed off my new piercings. It's all about PRESENTATION on a proper meat market and I have a fetish for sneakers, boots, long hair, denims, guys going commando, you get the drift! And my look got attention! The pierced nipples got compliments!

The glistening stainless steel caught the attention of my prospective DARK ANGEL. Well he wasn't dark, more dirty-blonde if I had to declare, a gorgeous fucker with long gorgeous hair, him taller than me at 5'11".  So maybe 6'1" or more, broad shoulders, sexy look with bulging jeans and biker-boots, the rugged look! Non-verbal animal magnetism was electrifying and without shame and hesitation he proceeded to suck on my freshly pierced nipples, just like that. If there was PAIN I was unwilling to show it, the pleasure of being FEASTED ON by this gorgeous bro. I didn't know his name yet but then he told me. A name so poetic, unforgettable and ITALIAN that I would never forget it. (Years later, as a late-comer again, to FACEBOOK) I would have no problem finding him among 'friends-of-friends' who I all knew as bb-players...  (you all should try that approach) so I won't use it and no substitute like 'Rinaldo' or whatever would do him justice... but I'll say it started with a D!!!

We left the bar together. By then I knew he was an 'actor/model' obviously a WORKING ONE. We talked a lot about what he does, and what I do and I still have one of his screen actor guild 8 by 10s he gave me later. I saved it TO THIS DAY. Although he had short hair there in that picture and not gorgeous long hair as he had in person. Damn I fell for that look! He had a big-ass motorcycle, maybe it was Harley, I'm ashamed not to recall. But I was going back to his place, winding up to a place on Mulholland I think. We got naked. WHOA what a stud, a body TO DIE FOR! And a HUGE cock! Thick like a coke-can! I knew I wanted that, come hell and high water. He had candles going, a pulsing, seductive club-beat going, the lighting just right... he was a SERIOUS SEDUCER!

Back then I had no rehearsed routine to be 'prepared' for anal intercourse. In the intermediate past, I recall taking chances with 'shit-or-miss' and mostly coming out lucky. But although memories are foggy, I think he escorted me to his spacious shower and there were implements and a permanent nozzle there in the shower. It was obvious to me that I was going to get it IN THE ASS without formalities. Getting me ready for and BY TALL, DARK AND STUNNINGLY HANDSOME! My DARK KNIGHT if you wish, I sure did! It didn't take long to be 'ship-ready'. Ready for ACTION, enter stage left, with a raging boner. He had laid out a THEATRICALLY STUNNING set-up like some kind of an 'altar' candles, flowing sheer curtains, whatever, something you would or could only hope for in a ritual conversion but I wasn't thinking in those terms. Nothing about POZZING came to my mind! I was more eager to have an ACT OF SODOMY consummated, anxious to violate my bond with my (by now crying in Memphis) ex-BF. That's all that was on my mind! Revenge and transformation! FUCK YOU and your happily-ever-after you Southern cunt!

The stud had a raging boner (unlike all the crystal meth fags in the South) and his fat tube-steak was dripping precum as he zeroed towards my hole. I remember a brief moment of sanity and 'safety-pre-cautions' and mumbling something about a rubber, but the angel put his fingers on my lips as his bull-knob of a champ-cock was pushing on my ass-lips meeting little resistance... the rubbers that were present said something about MAGNUM on them but I saw no open packages. By now I had told him I just had gotten my nipples pierced A FEW HOURS AGO and maybe he was trying to be gentle and still sort-of apologetic but I told him I LOVED EVERY MOMENT of his lewd, public tongue-lashing on my RAW nipples. So maybe he was trying to make up, but his super-sized cock was only slowly pushing forward, testing, pre-lubing me with precum. When he pushed forward, once again I didn't flinch. Hey, I hate that in porn when the professional porn-stars FAKE their moans, I as an amateur don't act like a damn bitch.

His cock however stretched my hole to the max. You all MIGHT still remember when you took the first big horse-cocks in your budding butt-fucking career (before ROSE-BUDS lol) and it feels as though the hole is stretched to a point where NO MORE could possibly fit... he better not flex! WHOA he did... and it felt HEAVENLY! I'm a certified whore! Bring it on! Well, I took it like a champ. He rutted slowly and deeply, taking his time... and I took his tool without flinching or protest, from beginning to orgasmic-ally finishing off... I think I fell asleep with his cock still in me. I was in LUST! In the morning I felt like my hole had been PERMANENTLY MODIFIED, stretched to champ-cock dimensions, even exceeding the dimensions of my estranged exes LEGENDARY big tool. I'm conceded and convinced enough that at that hour in the LA morning he was still crying over me 2,000 miles away AT WORK with two hours ahead of me (I later learned I was right).

The sexy dude made me breakfast. We made small talk and then he said it: "By the way, I have been POZ for 5 years now...!" And whatever he said after that, I didn't hear. I was shocked and bewildered. His seed had by now been completely absorbed so I must be poz now too... I wasn't ready for all that. My best friend Tommy was best buds with him ( I found out later) and told me my 'dark knight' had a big crush on me and I 'broke his heart' by not showing more interest... I never forgot him though and fantasized about him mnay times while beating off, I found him recently on Facebook. Whatever seed got passed my 'safety precautions' and my once mighty 'fear-and-loathing' didn't take however... what fun I could have had... 

My real conversion came via a twink almost two decades later. He would be an art student at OTIS and making extra cash as a stripper in West Hollywood, running with a fast crowd that celebrated their sexual liberation in the 21st century with casual unprotected sex. He never knew he was toxic, nor the moment of when it happened... but he was pollinated by a poz bro and his seed sure did take! And he 'pollinated' me and his seed launched a hunger! I'm still with him and we both have become unrepentant disciples of promiscuous sodomy and fornication, without jealousies. The 'angel-of-darkness' stud and I are friends again too!!!  Well, on FACEBOOK, lol regret not taking more loads from his cock! Every time I take a poz cock I feel electrified, even more than anon cock and certainly more tingly than negative cock makes me feel! My late-convert ass feels hungry and I'm doing penance for being such a prudish late-bloomer...

 

[1111bb2222]

On 2/17/2019 at 8:33 PM, JackEdJIZZ said:

I went off PrEP in April of last year.   As it turns out, the very first sex session I had after stopping PrEP resulted in my conversion.   Although I knew it was a very very hot session, I had no idea if it was going to result in conversion.   I hoped.   He was confident, but a one and done might be a bit unusual.    About three weeks later, I started having night sweats.   On the third night I was certain what had happened.     A test at my doctors later that day confirmed my situation.  

I also got knocked up the same way. Had a very mild conversion. Felt very weak with lots of muscle pain. Used a Ora quick test and it came up positive. Was surprised because I was expecting it come up neg like it did all the other times 

[Pozguyinchi]

19 hours ago, rawsatyr said:

WOW, in hindsight I admire your commitment and your 'conscientious conversion', by means of a 'dark angel' if you allow me the poetic language. And also because of the time-frame!! Back then (in the 90's) it was SERIOUS to be poz and as my doctor told me just this week, 'those one-pill-a-day' weren't even out yet and when they were shortly thereafter, they didn't know if they would work'.  I told my doctor ( younger than me and actually a social friend), that I am a barebacker now, and that my man and I play. He shrugged it off with a casual smirk! He and his super-young 'boy-friend' also play!!! I felt guilty though when that 21-year-old got naked with me after hitting me up on grindr. My damn conscience again!

So let me entertain you with a long story, NOT fiction, but a few details have been omitted and names have been avoided to 'protect' them and me from potential blow-back, The story is just erotic, not intended for the overly-jaded... you hardcore guys might not like it! lol

 

So anyway, as a late-convert I can relate and live vicariously through you and your willful POZZING-experience. My 'conversion' was however 'accidental' and anti-climatic in real life. By an 'angel' of a sweet boy, an innocent-looking twink. I never knew what hit me! The bug came late, very late in the second decade of the 21st century, not as COULD have easily been possible for me in a spectacular way in the late 1990's. Let me tell you about my 'missed chance' to possibly join the POZ brotherhood... because it now FEEDS MY HUNGER... and obsession to keep all seed to FULL ABSORPTION especially when the guy is poz...

My 'angel-of-darkness' who COULD have have transformed me, approached me in 1997. He wasn't a black dude like yours but a very endowed, white dude. Never met another like him again! At that point I would have been seriously UNWILLING to take chances to purposely become positive! The ones who I knew were positive weren't very good 'role models' and I chose to escape into 'serial monogamy'.  Leading up to meeting my prospective DARK KNIGHT, I had a falling out with my man in Memphis ( after a short miserable, co-dependent and abusive 'happy-ever-after' delusion of a fucked-up 'relationship') He was the first TOTAL STRANGER I had bareback sex with after breaking up with my first BF! SERIAL MONOGAMY!!! A fucking trap!!!! BF #2 bamboozled me, Svengali-spelled me with his huge dick and sweet talk of a better life in the South! But once back in his 'neck-of-the-woods' with him he turned into an unpleasant 'good-ole-boy'. Big mistake, never move from California for DICK in the South!

I went back to LA to 'feel alive' again and maybe arrange my permanent return. My friends and I celebrated my liberation! "We knew it wasn't going to last!" One of my 'transforming rituals' was to have my NIPPLES PIERCED (again) the way I had them before. The way they knew me when I was happy! Pierced nipples and ears had been my 'mark-of-excellence' that gave me an edge and brought quite a few 'bros-to-the-yard' when I proudly bared my chest and pierced nipples any time I had the chance to on Venice Beach. Oh what a show-stopper it was back in the early 90's when you NEVER saw any others YET, well RARELY, but especially not young guys being bold and daring and pierced like me. It was a time when only FAGS had their ears pierced and Hollywood sit-coms started to have male leads have a SINGLE ear-ring, with emphasis on the 'correct/hetero' side. I had proudly marked myself publicly as a FAG! At least on that level I was an EARLY BIRD! But at some point I took the cross-bars out and I don't know if it was my new, big-dicked stud-BF from the bible-belt after he turned into a nagging 'good-ole-boy' or if it was my own neglect after taking them out for an x-ray. Shit closes up fast... not just possessive BFs but also piercings.

So I went to THE GAUNTLET in West Hollywood to have a 'ritual transformation'. I was so anxious and eager, I chose the thickest gauge that I dared (or was allowed to I don't recall)  and I had friends come with me to witness. The piercer-wizard (unfortunately) was a chick but hell, I'm ready. BOTH NOW, TODAY!!! YES!!  She gave me lots of 'caring talk' about PAIN and shock or whatnot! I took the first one without making a sound or flinching. Then the other with nothing more than an impish smirk. Like a demon of lust having me accept my 'marking'. She looked puzzled and said she had done 'THIS piercing thing' for years but never had a reaction like mine. Been kicked and screamed at and what-not. Not me sister! Not that I don't have feelings there! As a matter of fact my nipples are hard-wired to my dick! And now the show was ON!!!! And I have a high threshold for pain and suffering I guess, 'serial monogamist' and all, a bit of a S & M disciple in me too... to this day I take cock without flinching (although my ass is described is 'awfully tight' by those used to sloppy ones)

To celebrate my NEW ME, my reborn satyr existence, my friends and I went out for drinks to the REVOLVER in West Hollywood. It's where guys stand and model and drink and rub on each other as they watch a screen with music videos and comedy skids. I wore sneakers, denims (no underwear) and a denim-jacket with cut-off sleeves and proudly showed off my new piercings. It's all about PRESENTATION on a proper meat market and I have a fetish for sneakers, boots, long hair, denims, guys going commando, you get the drift! And my look got attention! The pierced nipples got compliments!

The glistening stainless steel caught the attention of my prospective DARK ANGEL. Well he wasn't dark, more dirty-blonde if I had to declare, a gorgeous fucker with long gorgeous hair, him taller than me at 5'11".  So maybe 6'1" or more, broad shoulders, sexy look with bulging jeans and biker-boots, the rugged look! Non-verbal animal magnetism was electrifying and without shame and hesitation he proceeded to suck on my freshly pierced nipples, just like that. If there was PAIN I was unwilling to show it, the pleasure of being FEASTED ON by this gorgeous bro. I didn't know his name yet but then he told me. A name so poetic, unforgettable and ITALIAN that I would never forget it. (Years later, as a late-comer again, to FACEBOOK) I would have no problem finding him among 'friends-of-friends' who I all knew as bb-players...  (you all should try that approach) so I won't use it and no substitute like 'Rinaldo' or whatever would do him justice... but I'll say it started with a D!!!

We left the bar together. By then I knew he was an 'actor/model' obviously a WORKING ONE. We talked a lot about what he does, and what I do and I still have one of his screen actor guild 8 by 10s he gave me later. I saved it TO THIS DAY. Although he had short hair there in that picture and not gorgeous long hair as he had in person. Damn I fell for that look! He had a big-ass motorcycle, maybe it was Harley, I'm ashamed not to recall. But I was going back to his place, winding up to a place on Mulholland I think. We got naked. WHOA what a stud, a body TO DIE FOR! And a HUGE cock! Thick like a coke-can! I knew I wanted that, come hell and high water. He had candles going, a pulsing, seductive club-beat going, the lighting just right... he was a SERIOUS SEDUCER!

Back then I had no rehearsed routine to be 'prepared' for anal intercourse. In the intermediate past, I recall taking chances with 'shit-or-miss' and mostly coming out lucky. But although memories are foggy, I think he escorted me to his spacious shower and there were implements and a permanent nozzle there in the shower. It was obvious to me that I was going to get it IN THE ASS without formalities. Getting me ready for and BY TALL, DARK AND STUNNINGLY HANDSOME! My DARK KNIGHT if you wish, I sure did! It didn't take long to be 'ship-ready'. Ready for ACTION, enter stage left, with a raging boner. He had laid out a THEATRICALLY STUNNING set-up like some kind of an 'altar' candles, flowing sheer curtains, whatever, something you would or could only hope for in a ritual conversion but I wasn't thinking in those terms. Nothing about POZZING came to my mind! I was more eager to have an ACT OF SODOMY consummated, anxious to violate my bond with my (by now crying in Memphis) ex-BF. That's all that was on my mind! Revenge and transformation! FUCK YOU and your happily-ever-after you Southern cunt!

The stud had a raging boner (unlike all the crystal meth fags in the South) and his fat tube-steak was dripping precum as he zeroed towards my hole. I remember a brief moment of sanity and 'safety-pre-cautions' and mumbling something about a rubber, but the angel put his fingers on my lips as his bull-knob of a champ-cock was pushing on my ass-lips meeting little resistance... the rubbers that were present said something about MAGNUM on them but I saw no open packages. By now I had told him I just had gotten my nipples pierced A FEW HOURS AGO and maybe he was trying to be gentle and still sort-of apologetic but I told him I LOVED EVERY MOMENT of his lewd, public tongue-lashing on my RAW nipples. So maybe he was trying to make up, but his super-sized cock was only slowly pushing forward, testing, pre-lubing me with precum. When he pushed forward, once again I didn't flinch. Hey, I hate that in porn when the professional porn-stars FAKE their moans, I as an amateur don't act like a damn bitch.

His cock however stretched my hole to the max. You all MIGHT still remember when you took the first big horse-cocks in your budding butt-fucking career (before ROSE-BUDS lol) and it feels as though the hole is stretched to a point where NO MORE could possibly fit... he better not flex! WHOA he did... and it felt HEAVENLY! I'm a certified whore! Bring it on! Well, I took it like a champ. He rutted slowly and deeply, taking his time... and I took his tool without flinching or protest, from beginning to orgasmic-ally finishing off... I think I fell asleep with his cock still in me. I was in LUST! In the morning I felt like my hole had been PERMANENTLY MODIFIED, stretched to champ-cock dimensions, even exceeding the dimensions of my estranged exes LEGENDARY big tool. I'm conceded and convinced enough that at that hour in the LA morning he was still crying over me 2,000 miles away AT WORK with two hours ahead of me (I later learned I was right).

The sexy dude made me breakfast. We made small talk and then he said it: "By the way, I have been POZ for 5 years now...!" And whatever he said after that, I didn't hear. I was shocked and bewildered. His seed had by now been completely absorbed so I must be poz now too... I wasn't ready for all that. My best friend Tommy was best buds with him ( I found out later) and told me my 'dark knight' had a big crush on me and I 'broke his heart' by not showing more interest... I never forgot him though and fantasized about him mnay times while beating off, I found him recently on Facebook. Whatever seed got passed my 'safety precautions' and my once mighty 'fear-and-loathing' didn't take however... what fun I could have had... 

My real conversion came via a twink almost two decades later. He would be an art student at OTIS and making extra cash as a stripper in West Hollywood, running with a fast crowd that celebrated their sexual liberation in the 21st century with casual unprotected sex. He never knew he was toxic, nor the moment of when it happened... but he was pollinated by a poz bro and his seed sure did take! And he 'pollinated' me and his seed launched a hunger! I'm still with him and we both have become unrepentant disciples of promiscuous sodomy and fornication, without jealousies. The 'angel-of-darkness' stud and I are friends again too!!!  Well, on FACEBOOK, lol regret not taking more loads from his cock! Every time I take a poz cock I feel electrified, even more than anon cock and certainly more tingly than negative cock makes me feel! My late-convert ass feels hungry and I'm doing penance for being such a prudish late-bloomer...

 

I too got my nipples pierced. I also got the largest gage I could get. Mine are hard wired also but not to my dick. I think I may have taken them out for a man as well. They have closed up and I have not gotten them re done. I also Had the same reaction when the man that would eventually convert me told me that he was poz. I didn’t hear anything he said after. I just kept thinking.....I have been sucking this mans dick for a few months at that point. I was scared and ineducated at that time. I feel that the decision to convert is similar to the decision to come out. It is personal and comes with time.

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