This changed my life

[hellohere]

It was late.  I was horny.  Way too common to joke about.  I thought about watching some porn, but I knew that I needed the real thing to be able to go to sleep.  So I grabbed my phone and logged into the apps.  I scrolled through some profiles, sending Woofs, Smiles, Taps.  Whatever that particular app called for.  After a few minutes, I got a message notification.  It was a simple “Hello.”  I looked through his profile.  Nice torso pic.  Hot bulge pic.  Couldn’t host, needed to travel. Top.  Two miles away. “Hey, how are you?” I replied.  I think it is odd that we play this dance on hook up apps.  We are there to get laid.  I don’t really care how he is, but I play by the unwritten rules.

 

His response broke the rules.  Refreshing.  “Hey man, I am really horny.  I haven’t had sex in a while.  Been too busy to jerk off too.  I like your profile and pics.  I need to travel.  But I don’t have time for a lot of back and forth emails.  What do you think?”

 

What the hell.  I am horny.  He is horny.  His pics are hot.  His stats are good.  “Yeah, let’s meet.  I can host.  Bottom here.” 

 

I send him my address. After a short wait, he says that he can be there in 15 minutes.  Great.

 

I put on my normal hook-up attire, a pair of tight gym shorts, no underwear, tshirt.  I have somewhat of a bubble butt and I show a decent bulge.  Might as well show off what I have.

 

The doorbell rings and I open the door.  I am somewhat surprised at how good looking he is.  Classically handsome. Some well manicured  scruff.  Great smile.  His tshirt is straining against his pecs and biceps.  And his shorts are showing a bigger bulge than his pics showed.  I invite him in and we kiss as soon as the door is closed.  Once we break the kiss, I grab his hand and lead him upstairs to my bedroom.

 

We start kissing again as we take each other’s clothes off, breaking the kiss only to lift our shirts over our heads.  He gently pushes me backwards onto the bed.  He crawls between my legs (yes, I have my knees bent to give non-verbal permission to access my hole).  We kiss for a few minutes while exploring each other’s bodies with our hands.  He then whispers in my ear to roll over and he lifts his weight off me just enough so that I can move.  Once I settle on my stomach, he reaches over to the nightstand to get some lube.  I hear him greasing up his dick.  I think to myself, Wow, he really is horny and not wasting any time.  He didn’t ask for a condom.  I am on PrEP and don’t normally ask a guy to use a condom either.

 

He is greasing his dick with his left hand.  He braces himself on his right hand which is just above my shoulder.  He leans forward as he lines up his dick with my hole.  Just as he pops inside, he whispers in my ear, “I’m poz.” But he doesn’t stop entering me.  He pushes in a few inches. 

“Are you undetectable?”

“Nope”

He pushes in a little more.  My hole is not cooperating.  It should be trying to push him out. 

“Wait! Are you….toxic?”

“Yes, I am.”

My mind races.  This is kind of why I take PrEP.  Just in case I have sex with a poz guy who for whatever reason isn’t undetectable.  But do I want to have sex with a guy who knows he is toxic?

I feel him push a little and bottoms out.  I moan in pleasure.  Damn! I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much.  I should tell him to pull out so that I can find a condom.

 

He starts to pull his dick back out, but stops when just the tip is still inside.

 

“By the way, my strains are Truvada resistant.”  And with that, he slams back inside me.  I want to protest, but the piston action of his dick takes over my mind.  I hear myself moan in pleasure.  I feel my hole completely relax and let him in as deep as possible.  I am lost in lust. 

 

He fucks me like that for a few minutes.  The more he fucks me, the hornier I get. 

 

He pulls out and tells me get on my back.  I roll over and put my legs on his shoulders.  He aligns his dick and goes back inside me.  He is standing on his knees, fucking me hard. 

 

“You know you want it.  I want you to look at me.  Tell me you want my load. Beg me for it.”

 

I couldn’t resist.  “Yes!  Please yes.  Breed me.  I need your cum deep inside my hole.”

 

“No!  You know what to beg for.  You PrEP whores are all the same.  Bugchasers at heart. Beg!”

 

“Please! Shoot your toxic load inside me.  Get me pregnant.  Breed me with your toxic cum.  Make me poz.  I want your seed.”  I couldn’t believe I was saying it.  Even more, I couldn’t believe that I meant it.

 

And with that, he let out a loud growl and thrust his dick deep inside.  I could tell he was cumming.  Pulse after pulse, he was delivering his seed.  His DNA.  His HIV.

I came.  I hadn’t touched my dick at all.  Normally, I stay soft when I get fucked.  But I was rock hard.  My cum shot across my chest, all the way up to my neck.  It was a huge load.

 

We both finally started to come down from our fuck high.  He looked at the cum on my chest and smiled.  “I knew you wanted it.”

 

He stayed inside me and leaned over to kiss me.  I felt connected to him.  It was weird.

 

He breaks the kiss and pulls out of my hole.  He gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom.  I hear him open the medicine cabinet, but it doesn’t register with me.  I am still floating a little from a great fuck.

 

He gets back in bed and I feel something enter me again.  “This will help.  I got your toothbrush out of your bathroom.”  I reach down, grab the back of my knees, and pull them to my chest.  He has full access.  He brushes my hole for a while, then stops, leaving my toothbrush sticking out of my ass.

 

“Here’s what is going to happen.  I am your poz daddy now.  I will breed you until you get poz test results.  I need a poz bottom to whore out.  I have some tops that want to get infected but don’t want to bottom. Total tops.  They will fuck you until they get what they want.  Of course, meds are not an option for you.”

“Yes Sir.  I understand.”  I can't believe that I had transformed that quickly.  And that easily.

 

He pulled the toothbrush out of my hole and tickled my opening with his finger. 

“I really hadn’t shot a load in a few days.  You got a lot.”  I smiled.

 

He laid down beside me and I cuddled up to him.  We both drifted off to sleep. 

[jp1]

Moreeee

[Petereater]

Damn HOT story ☣️

[Movietheaterslut2]

Fuck. That's.. so hot.

[mspsubmale]

OK!  this sounds like what i would love to have happen....except i'm not on PrEP....soooo if i'm in that position, bareback (like i love!), and my back taking a raw cock, and we hadn't discussed status, either his or mine prior to meeting, i know i would just let it happen.  absolutely love the 'twist' at the end of using the toothbrush after the POZ cum is fucked in my ass, and that i will be getting more POZ cum, just to make sure it takes, and that more tops are going to line up to fuck me!

takes the story "What I Have Decided," to another level, in that instead of willingly looking for a POZ top to impregnate me....here is what i have been looking for being a very welcome surprise.

Edited November 27, 2020 by mspsubmale

[hellohere]

I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I felt him move.  Since I am single and normally sleep alone, it took a moment to register what was going on, where I was, and who was in bed with me.  It all came flooding back to me and I sat up startled and looked him in the eye.  He was already awake.

 

“So, remember me?  Begging me for my load?  My toxic load?  That load that I brushed into your hole?

 

Oh yes, I remember.  What have I done?  I cautiously said, “Yes, I remember.  Is it true?  Are you really toxic?

 

He just smiled and kissed me.  My hand started to roam his body and I felt his hard on.  Damn!  My dick started to grow too.

 

He broke the kiss and looked over toward the nightstand.  “I thought I saw this earlier.  Let’s get some examples.”

 

He picked up a Sharpie that I keep by the bed in case a top wants to write “Slut” or something on my ass.  He leaned over and started drawing near my left nipple.  I couldn’t really tell what it was at first.  But then he moved his hand and I recognized the biohazard sign, spiraling out from my nipple.  I was panicking, my heart was racing, and my dick was oozing precum. 

 

When he finished, he leaned back to admire his work.  “Yes, I think that is a good start.  I will let you know if that is where you will be marked, or if I want it somewhere else.  But over your heart may be best.”  I guess that answers my question.  His load that is swimming in my hole must really be toxic.

 

“So, what happens next?”  Just as he was about to answer, his phone dinged with a message.  He got out of bed and picked up his phone and read the message.

 

“Oh, perfect!  Let me take a picture of that and send it to him.  Smile.”  He quickly took 2 pictures, one full body with my face, and one as a close up of his new artwork.  I heard the Whoop sounds of texts being sent.

I was really nervous.  He just took a picture of my face, showing a biohazard mark on my chest, and sent it to someone.

 

“Wait, don’t I get to say who sees this?”

His phone dinged again and he didn’t answer my question.

“What was your address again?  He wants to come over even though my babies haven’t taken hold yet.  But you will like it any way.  He brings a lot to the table.”  His eyes twinkled.  I don’t think I want to know what that means.  I didn’t ask any questions.

His phone dinged again.  “He will be here in a few minutes.  Do you happen to have any sounding rods?”

“Yes, on the shelf in the closet.”  He opened the closet door and looked around.  He was looking at my clothes.  “You got any clothes that advertise that you are a slut?  Jock straps?  Sexy underwear? Tshirts with something sexy on it?

“Yes, in the drawers over there.”  I pointed to the chest of drawers. 

“You will probably need more. I don’t want guys seeing you in the same thing all the time.  And some of it my get ripped if someone gets rough.  We can start picking some things out later.”

 

He finds the sounding rods and brings them over to the bed.  When he opens up the set, he smiled really big. “You little slut.  I knew you were a whore.  You are going to really enjoy what I will be showing you.  If you have this kind of sounding set, I am betting you have a lot more toys we can use”

 

My mind started racing through multiple thoughts.  Who is he?  Who is coming over?  Is he really toxic?  Am I asleep?  Why does he want sounding rods?  What does this other guy bring to the table?  Why am I not resisting any of this?  Why can’t I seem to ask any of these questions out loud?  I seem to have accepted what he said as basic truth, to be held as an absolute.  That’s really not like me.  Or, I guess more correctly, that’s really not what I used to be like.

[rickcorpse]

Really hot wish this was happening to me. Only difference is that I wouldn't be questioning it just accepting it

[Syracuseboy]

Can’t wait for part 3

[shinelover]

Fuck, he sounds like my dream man! Love the attitude!!

[pozpopperpig]

Fucking loving this!

[POZbreedingPIG]

"PrEP whores are all the same.  Bugchasers at heart. Beg!” I love it......

[suckerboi]

Fuck yeah!  This is so hot!

[austin_submale]

Wow!  Nice story.  Hope there is more!

 

 

[deepfix]

The sounding rods should be interesting, great way to transfer any STDs..........

[Guest MantisShrimp]

I like this story, sounds like someone is going to become "famous." Can you imagine a sex video entitled "cumdump gets pozed LIVE on video."