It Finally Happened: I've Begun Barebacking

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On March 30th, 2007, a Friday night, it finally happened. A guy started emailing me. He’s fucking hot. Built, latino, HOT 8 inch uncut thick tool. Man I was in heat over his pictures. I’d been jacking (but not blowing) my tool all day since about 12:00 noon, reading and re-reading the stories on bugshare.net.

After reading the guy's profile, it turned out he’s poz. I'm negative. He never mentioned it in our email chats back and forth. Until the last one. FUCK!  I didn’t want him to say anything. He typed “Are you okay that I’m POZ?”

I responded “I’m fine. No worries. Do you want me to bring rubbers, or are you okay without wearing one?”

He wrote back, “I don’t have any condoms. Pick some up if you want. And bring lube.”

I enthusiastically returned his email stating “I’m okay with you not wearing any. I’m not going to pick any up along the way. I’ll bring lube.”

His response was brief: “Okay. See you in a few minutes.”

Again I jumped in and outta the shower, re-checking my already douched and prelubed asshole:  totally clean. Not an ounce of anything there at all. I was ready to go. I walked to his place, which was about 10 blocks away, a 20 minute walk, tops. All the way I inwardly repeated to myself “This is it. This is the night I get pozzed.”  Still I was having second thoughts. I couldn't do this!  It was madness. I wanted a house, a husband, kids, a mortgage—being poz would change all that.

My horniness overtook me. He was hot. I wanted it. I’d already promised him (though I had backed out of hookups at the last minute before).  Still, when I arrived at his apartment building I had another threshold to cross:  I was supposed to call his cell phone when I got there so he could let me inside.  Taking a deep breath, I nervously called his number.  He answered on the first ring, saying he’d be right down. He arrived from around the rear of the building, walking towards the front entrance. He was as hot as his pictures and more. I was scared and nervous as hell—but also turned on completely. We exchanged greetings and made our way inside.  Once we arrived at his small one bedroom apartment he asked "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thanks," I replied, "I'm fine."

He came towards me and we kissed. Full-on, tongues darting back and forth kissing. Making out crazily.  Momentarily I was able to forget he was poz.  Man, he was a great kisser.  We stumbled to the bed, continuously making out, touching each other, kissing. Eventually, after a few moments, I took off my shirt. His followed soon thereafter. Within ten minutes we were both down to our underwear. It was evident we were both aroused—our respectives hard-ons were straining at the seams. It was then I’d wondered if perhaps the half bottle of champagne I’d been working on that evening had gone to my head.

There I was, laying on a stranger's bed whom I only knew by his first name, making out, about to get fucked. What was I doing?  I thought back to my friend, from the Northeast. He’d willingly took several poz loads. Was I cut from the same mould? Had I already taken poz loads without knowing? If I were to willingly take a poz load—would that make it any different? No, I thought. I wanted to get fucked.

We removed our briefs. I teased everywhere on his body but his cock. I started at his lips, working my way to his neck, nibbling all the way, licking my way down to his chest and his nipples, which were hardening and sticking outward. I bit them just a little. He moaned and writhed beneath me. I licked over his pecs and into his pits. His arms were above him and I licked out each hairy pit until it was soaking wet. I worked down the sides of his rib cage, pausing to lick around his navel. He was once again writhing in pleasure and moaning. His hard-on was standing at attention bobbing up and down ever few moments. He was dripping precum.

I licked down to between his thighs—careful not to touch or lick his cock. I worked down to his balls. I licked them gently. I worked my lips back to his inner thighs, and eventually down his legs to his feet. I turned him over, gently, and licked up his legs until I reached his ass. I bit at his ass a few times, making him yelp and moan some more. Then I spread his ass cheeks and went in for the kill, rimming his asshole big time. Yeah, I know, I’m a bottom. But I get into ass rimming in a big way. His hole was tight. He really was a total top. But he sure did enjoy getting a nice juicy wet hole outta this hookup. Slowly, again, I turned him over onto his back.

This time his cock was dripping precum like a faucet. I went down on him. I started licking up and down his shaft without taking his cock into my mouth fully. Then reaching the top, I grasped his tool by the base, held it upright, and placed my lips over his cockhead. He was dripping precum madly again. It had an awesome, salty taste. Then it hit me, once more. He’s poz. I was eating poz cum.

No words were said, and my attention went back to his tool. I worked myself in a semi- 69 position, so he could eat out my asshole. He rimmed it heartedly for ten minutes while I worked on his tool. I held it at the base, straight up, and licked the foreskin which still enclosed his glans. He moaned. I flicked my tongue inside the foreskin, between it and the head of his penis. He was going crazy. Then I worked my mouth down on his tool, careful at first to keep the foreskin in place. Then, once I started moving the foreskin back and forth over his glans and onto his shaft. His precum came in buckets. My ass was totally wet.

I moved around, once more, and straddle him and looked into his eyes. “Do you want to fuck?” I whispered, giving him yet another kiss.

“Ugh” he moaned in affirmation.

I leaned back down and said, “Are you really poz?”

“Yeah.”

“You know I’m neg."

"Do you want a condom?”

I said “Aaaahhh.” He had no words to say, as I began teasing his precum drooling cock head with my ass lips. I took my first downward movement onto his tool. His cock head was now teasing my ass lips.  Then I finally did it:  I squatted down on his cock head, which breached my ass.  This was it - my first poz cock. Bareback in my negative hole. I felt his foreskin parting and folding back on his shaft as I slide down on top of him. Only a few seconds later, my mouth to his ear, I whispered, “Do you want to breed me?”

"Yes," he responded.

I took a full breath in, and completely impaled myself on his cock. His body jerked upward in ecstasy. I rode him for a few strokes—only five or six, total—before coming up and off his cock.  I reached back behind my ass, and to his cock. I felt cum dribbling down the inside of my leg, as I straddled him. He’d already cum. I reached quickly to my asshole, gaping open, having just taken his cock. Sure enough there was cum dripping out. “You came already?” I asked.

He replied, “Yeah, I couldn’t hold back."

I’d done it. I’d taken a poz load. I said, “You’re totally hard. Do you want to fuck again?”

“Fuck yeah”

I forced my ass lips open and sat down on his cock full force again. We fucked. Hard. After only a few moments he was gasping, saying “I’m gonna cum… I’m… cumming! Argh!” He gave me his second load of poz jism. I hadn’t cum yet. I was still in shock. I’d let a poz stranger fuck me bareback.  What was I doing?

Well, there was no going back now, right? We made out for awhile longer. His cock never went down. Wow. The power or Viagra, I thought. At this stage, I didn’t care why it was hard – just that it was. A few minutes later, I mounted him again. Then we switched positions and he doggy fucked me. Only a few moments later and he was chiming those familiar words “Man, I’m gonna cum again.”

I spurred on with “Fuck yeah, charge up my ass. Bareback me. C'mon. Breed me.” And he did. A few grunts later and I was pozzed with his third load.

We rested for a few, but I hadn’t cum yet. I was still horny. I mounted him once more. I rode him on top for a good while. Then he doggy fucked me again, but he finally shot his fourth load into me sideways. My fucking balls were slapping at his cock as it raped my negative hole. He unloaded his fourth poz load into me. We got up, into a doggy position, and I moved his fingers back towards my asshole. I was totally dripping out his poz cum at this stage. I had him work one finger, then two, and soon three into my hole. I stretched and grunted as he pushed four fingers inside.

When it seemed like he was ready to stop a few moments later, I reached underneath me—I was still in the doggy position—and grabbed his hand, and pushed it towards my hole. I was begging for it. I told him to fist me. He started working all five fingers into me; and it ached. I’d taken some thick butt plugs before, but this was way thicker than those. I tried three times and every time couldn’t get past the 'thick part'.  I was frustrated.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

I responded lustily saying “No. Fist me.”

He pushed his hand towards my hole, once more, all fingers lined up and stretching my cunt lips outward. I knew that if I’d pushed out while he was pressing inward that it might help. I grunted, pushed outward like I was taking the shit of a lifetime. And YES his fist slid inside of me. Oh my god I was full. He was fisting me. His poz cum inside of me and HE WAS FISTING ME! I quickly pushed it out—it was too big. But I made him push it back inside three times more. On the final time I finally blew my load. It flew, and landed, everywhere.

We made out for a few moments, then I dressed and walked home. It took about 15 minutes. I went into my bedroom, lay down on my bed, and fingered my asshole. Yep, it was swollen and stretched and still dripping poz cum. I logged online. Back to adam4adam. I noticed a guy who lived literally down the street from my place—only a few blocks. He was poz. He’d propositioned me a few months before—when I was nervous about taking poz cum. It was written in his profile, but we’d never discussed his status. He suggested I come over and take his load that day. But I got nervous, jacked off, and went to bed.

This time was different, however. I chatted him up. We exchanged emails a few times. He wanted to breed me. I told him I was nervous, because I was negative.  It was frightening how easily it rolled out of my mind and onto the screen. Such innocence. I never mentioned I’d just taken four poz loads. I showered, careful not to douche or shit out the poz cum still inside of me. I dressed (in the same clothing) and walked to his apartment. He met me at the door.

He was not at all what I’d expected. He was late 40s, rather thin, and not quite the specimen I’d expected from his online pictures or compared to the guy I’d just bottomed for a few moments ago. Regardless, I was there. No turning back now. We made out for a few moments, then clothing was shed on the floor.

We made our way to his bed. He made me choke on his cock while giving him a blow job. His cock grew to a thick eight cut inches.  Although I was choking on it, he didn’t care.  Rather he turned me around doggy style, got on the floor at the edge of the bed, and rimmed me out. Could he taste the cum still inside of me? I don’t know. After a few minutes, he spit on his tool and started rubbing it up and down along my ass crack asking “You ready boy?”

“Yeah… fuck me,” I replied.

He started pushing his cock into my hole. Having been already stretched wide it was super sore. It felt like I were taking a cock twice his thickness. He slid in the full length on the first stroke. I was being fucked by my second poz guy. I started begging him, “Stop. I can’t take it.”

“Yes you can. You can take my cock,” he replied.

“No, I can’t. You’re poz. I’m not. I don’t want to. I can’t do this.”

He kept fucking me slowly. “You like getting barebacked, doncha?"

“Yeah, but I’ve never been fucked by a poz guy before.”

“Well you're getting fucked by one now. How does it feel?” I just grunted. It was amazing. “You want it, doncha” he asked.

“I can’t. Wait. Stop. What if you poz me?”

“You’re gonna get it sooner or later. I’m gonna poz your neg ass right here and now.” He started picking up the pace.

I began to beg him to stop. But in reality I didn’t want him to stop. “No, please don’t. Please don’t cum in me. Please pull out!”

“Nope,” he said, “You’re getting the bug tonight. Gonna poz you, boy.”

I started bucking—trying to get away from him. I didn’t really want to get away, though. But he didn’t know that. “Please don’t. Don’t poz me.”

“You’ve got it cumming, boy” he said, “you’re gonna get it someday anyway.”

“Fuck—you’re right,” I cried. “Poz me. Make me poz. I don’t care. It feels good. Just fuck me. Poz me! Please?!”

With that he started totally ass-raping my boy cunt. If it was even possible, it seemed as if his cock got even bigger.  Grunting, he yelled ”Cumming in ur bitch. Pozzing ur hole,” and after about seven full blasts of cum, he stopped, gasping to catch his breath. I had cum on his bed without touching myself. He moved away and I felt empty. His cum ran from my hole. He fingered it back inside. As I was getting up he said, “You’re probably gonna get really sick in a few weeks.  That’s how you’ll know you’ve got the bug.”

I meekly replied “Okay,” dressed and left.

I got home to my place a few blocks away with his cum staining my underwear. I logged onto my email account for Adam4Adam. There was a message from him stating “So I should let you know.. I’m not just poz, but I’m full blown. I stopped taking my meds a few months back and my viral load is high again. Thought you’d like to know.”

A month or so later I went to the local clinic and got tested. It came back negative. Now I’m not sure what to do. Both of the guys, plus a few more, have offered to convert me. They know I’ve taken poz loads already but that it didn’t take. I’m torn at what to do.